JBL, Week 4

<A camera sweeps through a paneled hallway to a reception desk. Hanging above the desk is a huge "Layfield Energy" logo, with smaller logos beneath it for Mamajuana Extreme and 418. The camera takes a right, heading down a hall filled with glass-paneled doorways to rooms filled with cubicles. At the end of the hall, an impressive set of oak double doors rest below a sign that reads "Board Room". The doors open and the camera moves inside to see JBL at the head of the table, in his suit and ten gallon hat. Standing opposite him is a shorter man wearing a dark dress shirt along with a tie with several different instances of Mario on it.>

JBL: Mr...Jameson, we've called you into the board room because...

Jameson: You can call me David, if you like, Mr. Layfield.

JBL: Sure, ok. David, Dave, we've called you into the board room because your supervisor forwarded your last performance review. We've been looking it over quite closely and-

<David cuts JBL off midsentence.>

DJ: Am I getting a promotion? Oh, thank you, Mr. Layfield, this is the happiest day of my entire life! My wife just had twins and I was worried about how we were going to manage but with a pay raise I'll be able to take care of everything! Bless you, Mr. Layfield, you're the greatest boss in the world!

<JBL smiles his trademark smile as David moves around the board room table, reaching out to take JBL's hand and shake it vigorously. He keeps his smile as he speaks.>

JBL: Your boss passed your performance review on to his boss who passed it up to me because your performance is a joke. You aren't making the company money, you're costing us money to keep you on the payroll. You've got ten minutes to clear out your desk before your replacement gets to claim anything you leave behind.

<The smile drops from JBL's face as he utters his next words.>

JBL: You're Fi-terminated.

<David Jameson's face turns white as a ghost before it starts to flush red. His fists ball at his sides before he sweeps an arm across the table, sending a conference calling unit into the wall. Stuffed suits scramble from their seats, calling for security as JBL calmly rises from his chair.>

DJ: You MONSTER! How can you do this to me?! I just told you I have two newborns!

<JBL just laughs. David's face flushes with rage and he rushes forward, intent on punching the CEO of Layfield Energy's lights out. JBL steps forward, leveling the salaryman with a Clothesline from Hell. Security rushes into the room as Jameson's limp, unconscious body falls flat on its back.>

JBL: Get this piece of garbage out of my building.

<The security guards drag Jameson out of the room as the camera comes around to center and focus on JBL as he looks straight into it.>

JBL: Dilbert, you're just like Jameson over there. You work in a job that you hate, a job that just barely pays the bills, because you haven't figured out the things that I have. I wrote a book for people like you, Have More Money Now, and you can't be bothered to read it. Instead, you threaten cameramen, beat up potted plants, and make an ass of yourself in JBL's ring. You've managed to beat 1 man by yourself, Ted DiBiase Jr., and then you went and attacked a color commentator. I took out your buddy Gavin Payne last week, I put him down so hard he needed to be taken out of the arena in a stretcher! Do you really believe that you have a chance against a Great American like JBL? I am a Wrestling God, and you're just a ham-and-egger!

<JBL glances to his side as the stuffed suits retake their positions around the table. He turns back to the camera with his trademark smile.>

JBL: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make more money in ten minutes than you've made all year. Have fun at the office, because you're going to get laid out in my ring!

<Fade to black.>

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