Post by veggieleezy on Sept 20, 2020 5:05:45 GMT
First, let's give a round of applause and thanks to our booker man (can you dig it, sucka) of the last three years, this hasn't been an easy ship to run, so thank you for giving it your all on so many levels.
Second, I was planning on retiring Jerry as a character some time after he returned and slayed the MDE dragon. The only other plans I would have had for him would have been to have one last run of singles matches against his greatest opponents: Marcus, Bobby, Bo, Artemis, Baker if he hung around so he could get that closure, Mason, and cap it off with Aaron Williams. That match would probably be the "I'm sorry, I love you" match; after a Tokyo Dome-level classic, Williams ends Jerry's career and marks a banger of a closer as the end of their rivalry. They'd shake hands, Jerry raises Aaron's arm in victory, and Jerry would ride off into the sunset, having settled all major unfinished business he had left. Apart from one thing in particular...
So to start with, here's the promo Matt and I put together for Jerry's return after he exiled himself from FPW.
*‘Dance of the Knights’ plays and the arena fills with loud boos.*
MW: Are we about to get an answer to Jerry Bishop’s challenge?
SD: MDE has no reason to accept this challenge. Put his career on the line? Why would he do that? He doesn’t have to face Jerry Bishop. He has no contractual obligation to do this.
MW: Even MDE one day has to do the right thing. He has to accept this match. He has to finally end this. One way or another.
*MDE slowly makes his way down the ramp, smirking as the fans scream abuse at him. He enters the ring and walks straight over to Dasha Banks, who stands her ground and stares up at him. The two stare one another down for several moments, a ‘Slap him, Dasha’ chant breaking out, before MDE grabs the mic from her hands and backs off.*
MDE: So it’s come to this. After months of pursuit, months of questions, months of so-called ducking and dodging, it all comes down to this moment. Yes or no? But it didn’t have to be this way. Jerry and I, we ruled FPW. Together, we held the FPW Championship for longer than anyone ever before. Together, we set the record of the only man to ever win the Free-1 after winning every single match. Together, we gave you the first FPW Champion to even win their Free-1 block, let alone the Free-1 itself. Together, we made sure that Jerry had no-one left that he hadn’t beaten. We did all of that together. And then it all came crumbling down. Jerry lost the FPW Championship. And what did he do about that? Did he work even harder to get it back? No. He disappeared. But what did I do? I worked hard to get it back. I told myself that Jerry was beat up, that he needed some rest. I told myself that I could get the title back and he’d be back to join me in ruling the FPW landscape once again. But I failed.
*The fans cheer loudly.*
MDE: I failed to win back the FPW Championship. And Jerry still didn’t come back. I called him and I even found his little house back in Kansas City, but did he give me even a second? No he didn’t. Jerry Bishop completely ignored the man who made him who he was.
*The fans continue to boo and shout abuse at MDE.*
MDE: Oh don’t you ever doubt that Jerry Bishop was only ever somebody because I made him that way. Let me tell you a few truths about what happened for the year and a half that Jerry and I spent working together. It all started when Jerry hit rock bottom and came to me to be built back up. And I did just that. The reason Jerry Bishop was FPW Champion for so long is standing right here in this ring. If it weren’t for me, Jerry Bishop wouldn’t be in FPW anymore because he’d have lost so many matches that even Jim Houston would have had to let him go. Oh no, Jerry was FPW Champion because I drilled him for every single match. I was the one who came up with the gameplans; I was the one who made sure he knew those gameplans back to front; I was the one who led him tirelessly in training for every single match. Without any of that, Jerry would have been a husk of a man, just like he was when he came to me.
*The boos get even louder.*
MDE: Let’s rewind for a minute. I needed to get Jerry’s attention. I needed to give him a reason to come back. So what did I do? I did the same thing I did when I needed to get his attention three years ago. I went after his weak link. No, not the pathetic interviewer, although I could certainly tell her a fair few things about the kind of services Jerry might be expecting from her that Thalia Columbina was only too happy to provide. I went after his baby sister. I did the same thing before our match at Judgement Day I. It got his attention then and it got his attention again. Back came Jerry. But my plan didn’t quite work out how I wanted it to. When Jerry stood in that ring between me and little old Berry, I thought he’d make the right choice. The logical choice. On the one hand, someone who was there at his weakest point, who in many ways caused him to get to that point at All Star Tag Team Classic II. On the other, the man who gave him more glory than he could ever have imagined. But what did he do? He chose wrong.
*More abuse gets yelled at MDE, but he’s barely hearing anything the crowd are saying.*
MDE: And that brings us to today. The choices we make define the people we become and Jerry made a choice which led to him setting out a challenge to me for Judgement Day IV whereby he reties after I beat him. But it’s never too late to change a choice. It’s never too late, Jerry. Everyone expected me to make a choice tonight, but I won’t be doing that. It’s you who will be making a choice. Because, Jerry, if you want to come out here and repeat that challenge- a match between the two of us at Judgement Day IV with your career on the line- I’ll accept it; I’ll beat you and you’ll retire. And then what, Jerry? What else do you have? A life without wrestling. You don’t have it in you. So here’s option two. Come out here and stand in this ring; look me in the eye and shake my hand. Come back. I’m willing to write off this past year and go back to dominating FPW side-by-side with you. I’m willing for us to come back together again and do the right thing. So what will it be, Jerry? Sink as The Jester or rise as The Joker?
*MDE lowers the mic and every head in the arena turns to the entrance.*
MW: MDE thinks that he’s given Jerry Bishop a choice, but what choice does he really have?
SD: Exactly. The Joker ruled FPW. The Joker will rise again and he’s about to shock these people.
MW: The Jok- No, no, no. Jerry can only be The Jester right now. The Jester is the man who’s going to walk through that curtain and finally end this three year saga at Judgement Day IV.
*A few moments of silence fill the arena before they’re replaced by ‘Shine My Shoes’. The fans go silent, shocked at The Joker’s music playing. MDE smirks in the ring and Jerry Bishop appears on the tron, face painted in his old Joker style and dressed to kill. The camera returns to MDE’s smirking face while, in the background, Dasha Banks holds her hands over her face.*
MW: No! Say it ain’t so, Jerry!
SD: Yes. I told you. The Joker gives the people what they deserve one more time! I bet these two have been planning this moment for months!
*Jerry raises a hand towards the camera to quiet down the arena as the fans begin to boo.*
JB: MDE… you’re right. You were always right. Our gameplans. Our training. I would never have been FPW Champion without them. We did rule FPW. We stood side-by-side at the top of the world and we looked down on everything with disdain. If our choices define who we are, then The Joker… well, he made a lot of choices. Oh… speaking of choices… our sound guy must have made a bad choice just then because… well, let’s just rewind and try this again.
*Jerry cuts a hand across his throat and the camera blacks out, the fans murmur in confusion while a slight frown spreads across MDE’s face*
*All of a sudden, a different song hits the speakers:*
Hell is gone and heaven’s here,
There’s nothing left for you to fear,
Shake your ass come over here,
Now scream!
I’m a burning effigy of everything I used to be,
You’re my rock of empathy,
My dear!
*Just as the next line plays, Jerry bursts through the curtain with a totally different energy. His hair close-cropped with a noticeable beard, sporting a purple ringmaster's jacket, white gloves, and purple-and-white ring gear styled after Bret Hart's singlet and tights, and split facepaint, half of his face bearing a purple domino mask over his eye, the other half painted in his Joker colors.*
So come on let me entertain you,
Let me entertain you.
*The song cuts off and Jerry raises the mic again, and produces a towel out of thin air, a number of fans starting to realize what’s going on.*
JB: My choice? The Jester? A failure who allowed himself to be corrupted by the devil himself.
*Jerry wipes the mask paint from his face.*
The Joker? An abomination who turned on the very people who made him what he was.
*He wipes the remaining paint from his face, the crowd cheering loudly by this point.*
JB: I’m neither of those men anymore. When I was the Jester, I defined myself by the cheers of the crowd to the point where even losing felt like I was letting them down. They loved the Jester, and to be Frank, although I'd rather be Dino, I loved being the Jester. I was happy, I was giving people match-of-the-night every night. But I started slipping, and my confidence slipped with it. I felt like I couldn't live up to that name anymore. All of my friends had gone, and I was the only one carrying the banner we'd built. It got too heavy. I was weak. I was swayed. I was swayed by that briny Blighty bastard in the ring. I sold my soul because I thought that would make things right. But it didn't. It made me a better wrestler, as much as I hate to admit it, but there was so much shame, so much anger, so much misguided frustration that led me to that point. By the time I had that title around my waist, I felt like I was giving everyone here what they deserved. And I was wrong. All of you believed in me more than anyone else, except for a couple of unbelievably forgiving ladies in the back. You all cared more about what I was doing in the ring because that's what you wanted. You WANTED me in the ring at my best because that was what made you happy, regardless of whether I won or lost. When I put on great matches with the mask, you didn't care about the mask, you cared about me putting everything into my time in the ring and giving it everything I had. You really did care about Jerry Bishop. I see that now. And it took me far too long, and too many friends, to realize it.
*Jerry turns his focus to the camera for a moment.*
JB: Che, Matt- Johnny, whatever your name is, as much as it may seem it's too late for us, there is always hope. I remember that now. And I'm ashamed of myself for forgetting. And Bobby, if you're listening, I'm sorry. For everything. Please. Find me in the back. As we've always said, "Til deathmatch do us part", we can work through this. You and CJ deserve to be happy, and I know I've made that an obstacle. But I promise I'll do what I can to help you two.
*Jerry turns back to the arena and MDE in the ring.*
JB: And as for you. All of this pain, all of this cynicism, all of this hurt, all of this suffering in this company. This is on me. Even those renegades Marcus, Williams, and Mason fought off- good on you fellas, I mean that; if I had my senses at the time, I'd be right there with you. But they came in because I was too full of myself to notice another toxic entity when I was already infected by that prat from Plymouth in the ring. When I put on the facepaint, that was to hide the shame I felt at losing the mask. And losing the mask happened at the hands of one of my oldest friends, which made it all the more shameful for me. I became a monster who only cared about winning and making everyone else feel the way I felt inside. Terrible. I was winning, I was on top of the world, just like the British Broadcasting Cankersore in the ring said. But I was doing it for the wrong reasons. I wasn't happy. I wasn't enjoying any of the mayhem and pain and humiliation I caused. I was empty. And now I know why- because I had put all of you out of my mind. I ignored what made me the best wrestler in this company, even without IrateTV's star program telling them otherwise. I was only as good as I was because I had you all behind me. And I turned my back on that to become a "traditional wrestler". But let's face it, that's not who I am, that's never been who I am. I don't deserve the mantle of the Jester anymore, I know that, but I sure as hell ain't the Joker. I choose to be a new man, a man who sees exactly who and what I need to be, and exactly who and what you are, you Southern Rail Splitter. ...I know that joke doesn't make sense to Americans, but it stings for him, trust me. I’ll tell you loud and clear. At Judgement Day IV, I’m going to use everything you've shown me along with everything else in my purple bag of tricks to cave in your ribs with the Touchstone Takedown, give you the greatest Punchline either comedy or wrestling has ever seen, plant your head so deep into the canvas with a Last Laugh archaeologists are going to be able to carbon date your fillings, then lock in the Chelsea Smile so tight you'll renounce your UK citizenship harder than the people you disgracefully kicked out because of Brexit, and then for good measure once I hear you say how sorry you are for being the spineless scum you've always been, just before you tap out, I'm going to loosen the hold, pick you up by the hairs on your piggly-wiggly chinny-chin-chin, and then, for everything you ever did to me, to the people I love, to everyone in that locker room who we've humiliated, to the Freedom Fighters... I'm gonna Checkmate your fucking head off.
*The crowd erupts into cheers as MDE leans over the ropes in anger. Jerry paces back and forth like a tiger in a cage ready to pounce.*
JB: Then once I'm done gathering up your crooked yellow teeth, since that's somehow still a British stereotype, I'm gonna count them all up, put them in a box and mail them back to Nigel Farage along with your severed head. And after I sign that postage, I'm going to start making things right around here for the first time in a long time. And, more than anything, I’m going to work harder than ever to regain the trust and faith of the Freedom Fighters. They deserve me at my best, and now that I've been through hell and back, I think I may just finally be there. So MDE, at Judgment Day IV, I'm going to teach you the meaning of pain, I'm going to teach you the meaning of shame, I'm going to teach you the meaning of humiliation, I'm going to make you feel every disgusting emotion you made me, Berry, Dasha, and everyone else in this arena and beyond felt to look at me, and I promise the FPW Universe, once I put this Anglo Asshole, this UKIP Dickrag, this singular monstrosity of a human being through a new definition of suffering, I will do everything in my power to entertain you people like never before!
*The fans stand and erupt with cheers as Jim Houston walks out beside Jerry Bishop as he takes several deep breaths, staring daggers through MDE, bouncing on his toes.*
JH: MDE, you said earlier tonight that if Jerry repeated his challenge that you’d accept it. That sounded like a repeat of his challenge to me. Do you accept it?
MDE, his face like thunder, raises the mic again.
MDE: Jerry Bishop, you’ve made a lot of mistakes in your sorry excuse for a career, but this is by far the biggest. The last time we stood opposite one another in the ring, I left you a broken man, even after everything I did to that sister of yours. At Judgement Day IV, prepare to see the last match Jerry Bishop will ever have. I accept.
*A loud ‘Jerry’s Gonna Kill You’ chant breaks out and Jerry begins conducting it from the ramp.*
JH: Whoa, whoa, whoa. As much as I agree with that sentiment, there is one more thing I’d like to add. We have that on film as a verbal agreement to the match. As far as I can tell, that means that the clause in your contract where I can’t force you into a match with Jerry is now voided. So here’s what I’m going to do. Three years is long enough for me to be dealing with the two of you. If Jerry Bishop loses this match, his career is over as he originally suggested. But if Jerry Bishop wins this match, then MDE, your career will be over.
*The fans cheer even louder as the camera shows MDE, his face contorted with rage, Dasha Banks over his shoulder smiling wider than she has in over a year and a half.*
I have a couple more segments/promos I'd want to do with Jerry before he rides off, but this is the only one I have finished right now. I'll follow up with Jerry's final "call-out" of Williams and a "Very Special Bishop Episode" segment once I have those written up. Berry would likely carry the mantle of Ultra-babyface, at least in Bishop lineage. Jerry might've popped up on occasion if it served a story, maybe he'd become a producer at FPW, but Berry would've become my "primary character" since Jerry would've done everything that fit his character and his arc.
Second, I was planning on retiring Jerry as a character some time after he returned and slayed the MDE dragon. The only other plans I would have had for him would have been to have one last run of singles matches against his greatest opponents: Marcus, Bobby, Bo, Artemis, Baker if he hung around so he could get that closure, Mason, and cap it off with Aaron Williams. That match would probably be the "I'm sorry, I love you" match; after a Tokyo Dome-level classic, Williams ends Jerry's career and marks a banger of a closer as the end of their rivalry. They'd shake hands, Jerry raises Aaron's arm in victory, and Jerry would ride off into the sunset, having settled all major unfinished business he had left. Apart from one thing in particular...
So to start with, here's the promo Matt and I put together for Jerry's return after he exiled himself from FPW.
*‘Dance of the Knights’ plays and the arena fills with loud boos.*
MW: Are we about to get an answer to Jerry Bishop’s challenge?
SD: MDE has no reason to accept this challenge. Put his career on the line? Why would he do that? He doesn’t have to face Jerry Bishop. He has no contractual obligation to do this.
MW: Even MDE one day has to do the right thing. He has to accept this match. He has to finally end this. One way or another.
*MDE slowly makes his way down the ramp, smirking as the fans scream abuse at him. He enters the ring and walks straight over to Dasha Banks, who stands her ground and stares up at him. The two stare one another down for several moments, a ‘Slap him, Dasha’ chant breaking out, before MDE grabs the mic from her hands and backs off.*
MDE: So it’s come to this. After months of pursuit, months of questions, months of so-called ducking and dodging, it all comes down to this moment. Yes or no? But it didn’t have to be this way. Jerry and I, we ruled FPW. Together, we held the FPW Championship for longer than anyone ever before. Together, we set the record of the only man to ever win the Free-1 after winning every single match. Together, we gave you the first FPW Champion to even win their Free-1 block, let alone the Free-1 itself. Together, we made sure that Jerry had no-one left that he hadn’t beaten. We did all of that together. And then it all came crumbling down. Jerry lost the FPW Championship. And what did he do about that? Did he work even harder to get it back? No. He disappeared. But what did I do? I worked hard to get it back. I told myself that Jerry was beat up, that he needed some rest. I told myself that I could get the title back and he’d be back to join me in ruling the FPW landscape once again. But I failed.
*The fans cheer loudly.*
MDE: I failed to win back the FPW Championship. And Jerry still didn’t come back. I called him and I even found his little house back in Kansas City, but did he give me even a second? No he didn’t. Jerry Bishop completely ignored the man who made him who he was.
*The fans continue to boo and shout abuse at MDE.*
MDE: Oh don’t you ever doubt that Jerry Bishop was only ever somebody because I made him that way. Let me tell you a few truths about what happened for the year and a half that Jerry and I spent working together. It all started when Jerry hit rock bottom and came to me to be built back up. And I did just that. The reason Jerry Bishop was FPW Champion for so long is standing right here in this ring. If it weren’t for me, Jerry Bishop wouldn’t be in FPW anymore because he’d have lost so many matches that even Jim Houston would have had to let him go. Oh no, Jerry was FPW Champion because I drilled him for every single match. I was the one who came up with the gameplans; I was the one who made sure he knew those gameplans back to front; I was the one who led him tirelessly in training for every single match. Without any of that, Jerry would have been a husk of a man, just like he was when he came to me.
*The boos get even louder.*
MDE: Let’s rewind for a minute. I needed to get Jerry’s attention. I needed to give him a reason to come back. So what did I do? I did the same thing I did when I needed to get his attention three years ago. I went after his weak link. No, not the pathetic interviewer, although I could certainly tell her a fair few things about the kind of services Jerry might be expecting from her that Thalia Columbina was only too happy to provide. I went after his baby sister. I did the same thing before our match at Judgement Day I. It got his attention then and it got his attention again. Back came Jerry. But my plan didn’t quite work out how I wanted it to. When Jerry stood in that ring between me and little old Berry, I thought he’d make the right choice. The logical choice. On the one hand, someone who was there at his weakest point, who in many ways caused him to get to that point at All Star Tag Team Classic II. On the other, the man who gave him more glory than he could ever have imagined. But what did he do? He chose wrong.
*More abuse gets yelled at MDE, but he’s barely hearing anything the crowd are saying.*
MDE: And that brings us to today. The choices we make define the people we become and Jerry made a choice which led to him setting out a challenge to me for Judgement Day IV whereby he reties after I beat him. But it’s never too late to change a choice. It’s never too late, Jerry. Everyone expected me to make a choice tonight, but I won’t be doing that. It’s you who will be making a choice. Because, Jerry, if you want to come out here and repeat that challenge- a match between the two of us at Judgement Day IV with your career on the line- I’ll accept it; I’ll beat you and you’ll retire. And then what, Jerry? What else do you have? A life without wrestling. You don’t have it in you. So here’s option two. Come out here and stand in this ring; look me in the eye and shake my hand. Come back. I’m willing to write off this past year and go back to dominating FPW side-by-side with you. I’m willing for us to come back together again and do the right thing. So what will it be, Jerry? Sink as The Jester or rise as The Joker?
*MDE lowers the mic and every head in the arena turns to the entrance.*
MW: MDE thinks that he’s given Jerry Bishop a choice, but what choice does he really have?
SD: Exactly. The Joker ruled FPW. The Joker will rise again and he’s about to shock these people.
MW: The Jok- No, no, no. Jerry can only be The Jester right now. The Jester is the man who’s going to walk through that curtain and finally end this three year saga at Judgement Day IV.
*A few moments of silence fill the arena before they’re replaced by ‘Shine My Shoes’. The fans go silent, shocked at The Joker’s music playing. MDE smirks in the ring and Jerry Bishop appears on the tron, face painted in his old Joker style and dressed to kill. The camera returns to MDE’s smirking face while, in the background, Dasha Banks holds her hands over her face.*
MW: No! Say it ain’t so, Jerry!
SD: Yes. I told you. The Joker gives the people what they deserve one more time! I bet these two have been planning this moment for months!
*Jerry raises a hand towards the camera to quiet down the arena as the fans begin to boo.*
JB: MDE… you’re right. You were always right. Our gameplans. Our training. I would never have been FPW Champion without them. We did rule FPW. We stood side-by-side at the top of the world and we looked down on everything with disdain. If our choices define who we are, then The Joker… well, he made a lot of choices. Oh… speaking of choices… our sound guy must have made a bad choice just then because… well, let’s just rewind and try this again.
*Jerry cuts a hand across his throat and the camera blacks out, the fans murmur in confusion while a slight frown spreads across MDE’s face*
*All of a sudden, a different song hits the speakers:*
Hell is gone and heaven’s here,
There’s nothing left for you to fear,
Shake your ass come over here,
Now scream!
I’m a burning effigy of everything I used to be,
You’re my rock of empathy,
My dear!
*Just as the next line plays, Jerry bursts through the curtain with a totally different energy. His hair close-cropped with a noticeable beard, sporting a purple ringmaster's jacket, white gloves, and purple-and-white ring gear styled after Bret Hart's singlet and tights, and split facepaint, half of his face bearing a purple domino mask over his eye, the other half painted in his Joker colors.*
So come on let me entertain you,
Let me entertain you.
*The song cuts off and Jerry raises the mic again, and produces a towel out of thin air, a number of fans starting to realize what’s going on.*
JB: My choice? The Jester? A failure who allowed himself to be corrupted by the devil himself.
*Jerry wipes the mask paint from his face.*
The Joker? An abomination who turned on the very people who made him what he was.
*He wipes the remaining paint from his face, the crowd cheering loudly by this point.*
JB: I’m neither of those men anymore. When I was the Jester, I defined myself by the cheers of the crowd to the point where even losing felt like I was letting them down. They loved the Jester, and to be Frank, although I'd rather be Dino, I loved being the Jester. I was happy, I was giving people match-of-the-night every night. But I started slipping, and my confidence slipped with it. I felt like I couldn't live up to that name anymore. All of my friends had gone, and I was the only one carrying the banner we'd built. It got too heavy. I was weak. I was swayed. I was swayed by that briny Blighty bastard in the ring. I sold my soul because I thought that would make things right. But it didn't. It made me a better wrestler, as much as I hate to admit it, but there was so much shame, so much anger, so much misguided frustration that led me to that point. By the time I had that title around my waist, I felt like I was giving everyone here what they deserved. And I was wrong. All of you believed in me more than anyone else, except for a couple of unbelievably forgiving ladies in the back. You all cared more about what I was doing in the ring because that's what you wanted. You WANTED me in the ring at my best because that was what made you happy, regardless of whether I won or lost. When I put on great matches with the mask, you didn't care about the mask, you cared about me putting everything into my time in the ring and giving it everything I had. You really did care about Jerry Bishop. I see that now. And it took me far too long, and too many friends, to realize it.
*Jerry turns his focus to the camera for a moment.*
JB: Che, Matt- Johnny, whatever your name is, as much as it may seem it's too late for us, there is always hope. I remember that now. And I'm ashamed of myself for forgetting. And Bobby, if you're listening, I'm sorry. For everything. Please. Find me in the back. As we've always said, "Til deathmatch do us part", we can work through this. You and CJ deserve to be happy, and I know I've made that an obstacle. But I promise I'll do what I can to help you two.
*Jerry turns back to the arena and MDE in the ring.*
JB: And as for you. All of this pain, all of this cynicism, all of this hurt, all of this suffering in this company. This is on me. Even those renegades Marcus, Williams, and Mason fought off- good on you fellas, I mean that; if I had my senses at the time, I'd be right there with you. But they came in because I was too full of myself to notice another toxic entity when I was already infected by that prat from Plymouth in the ring. When I put on the facepaint, that was to hide the shame I felt at losing the mask. And losing the mask happened at the hands of one of my oldest friends, which made it all the more shameful for me. I became a monster who only cared about winning and making everyone else feel the way I felt inside. Terrible. I was winning, I was on top of the world, just like the British Broadcasting Cankersore in the ring said. But I was doing it for the wrong reasons. I wasn't happy. I wasn't enjoying any of the mayhem and pain and humiliation I caused. I was empty. And now I know why- because I had put all of you out of my mind. I ignored what made me the best wrestler in this company, even without IrateTV's star program telling them otherwise. I was only as good as I was because I had you all behind me. And I turned my back on that to become a "traditional wrestler". But let's face it, that's not who I am, that's never been who I am. I don't deserve the mantle of the Jester anymore, I know that, but I sure as hell ain't the Joker. I choose to be a new man, a man who sees exactly who and what I need to be, and exactly who and what you are, you Southern Rail Splitter. ...I know that joke doesn't make sense to Americans, but it stings for him, trust me. I’ll tell you loud and clear. At Judgement Day IV, I’m going to use everything you've shown me along with everything else in my purple bag of tricks to cave in your ribs with the Touchstone Takedown, give you the greatest Punchline either comedy or wrestling has ever seen, plant your head so deep into the canvas with a Last Laugh archaeologists are going to be able to carbon date your fillings, then lock in the Chelsea Smile so tight you'll renounce your UK citizenship harder than the people you disgracefully kicked out because of Brexit, and then for good measure once I hear you say how sorry you are for being the spineless scum you've always been, just before you tap out, I'm going to loosen the hold, pick you up by the hairs on your piggly-wiggly chinny-chin-chin, and then, for everything you ever did to me, to the people I love, to everyone in that locker room who we've humiliated, to the Freedom Fighters... I'm gonna Checkmate your fucking head off.
*The crowd erupts into cheers as MDE leans over the ropes in anger. Jerry paces back and forth like a tiger in a cage ready to pounce.*
JB: Then once I'm done gathering up your crooked yellow teeth, since that's somehow still a British stereotype, I'm gonna count them all up, put them in a box and mail them back to Nigel Farage along with your severed head. And after I sign that postage, I'm going to start making things right around here for the first time in a long time. And, more than anything, I’m going to work harder than ever to regain the trust and faith of the Freedom Fighters. They deserve me at my best, and now that I've been through hell and back, I think I may just finally be there. So MDE, at Judgment Day IV, I'm going to teach you the meaning of pain, I'm going to teach you the meaning of shame, I'm going to teach you the meaning of humiliation, I'm going to make you feel every disgusting emotion you made me, Berry, Dasha, and everyone else in this arena and beyond felt to look at me, and I promise the FPW Universe, once I put this Anglo Asshole, this UKIP Dickrag, this singular monstrosity of a human being through a new definition of suffering, I will do everything in my power to entertain you people like never before!
*The fans stand and erupt with cheers as Jim Houston walks out beside Jerry Bishop as he takes several deep breaths, staring daggers through MDE, bouncing on his toes.*
JH: MDE, you said earlier tonight that if Jerry repeated his challenge that you’d accept it. That sounded like a repeat of his challenge to me. Do you accept it?
MDE, his face like thunder, raises the mic again.
MDE: Jerry Bishop, you’ve made a lot of mistakes in your sorry excuse for a career, but this is by far the biggest. The last time we stood opposite one another in the ring, I left you a broken man, even after everything I did to that sister of yours. At Judgement Day IV, prepare to see the last match Jerry Bishop will ever have. I accept.
*A loud ‘Jerry’s Gonna Kill You’ chant breaks out and Jerry begins conducting it from the ramp.*
JH: Whoa, whoa, whoa. As much as I agree with that sentiment, there is one more thing I’d like to add. We have that on film as a verbal agreement to the match. As far as I can tell, that means that the clause in your contract where I can’t force you into a match with Jerry is now voided. So here’s what I’m going to do. Three years is long enough for me to be dealing with the two of you. If Jerry Bishop loses this match, his career is over as he originally suggested. But if Jerry Bishop wins this match, then MDE, your career will be over.
*The fans cheer even louder as the camera shows MDE, his face contorted with rage, Dasha Banks over his shoulder smiling wider than she has in over a year and a half.*
I have a couple more segments/promos I'd want to do with Jerry before he rides off, but this is the only one I have finished right now. I'll follow up with Jerry's final "call-out" of Williams and a "Very Special Bishop Episode" segment once I have those written up. Berry would likely carry the mantle of Ultra-babyface, at least in Bishop lineage. Jerry might've popped up on occasion if it served a story, maybe he'd become a producer at FPW, but Berry would've become my "primary character" since Jerry would've done everything that fit his character and his arc.
