Post by veggieleezy on Aug 20, 2017 5:29:51 GMT
*Gustav Holst’s “Jupiter” plays as a title card for “Jester’s Court” appears on-screen, reading “Jester’s Court with Jerry Bishop” in fancy handwriting. The title card fades away to show Jerry Bishop in a gorgeous library setting, sitting in a beanbag chair, wearing a purple and black-lined smoking jacket, reading a hardcover copy of “Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow”, munching popcorn, and drinking strawberry milk from a brandy snifter. He sees the camera, puts down the book and glass, and the music fades out.*
JB: Good evening, Freedom Fighters, and welcome to the very first episode of Jester’s Court here in Freedom Pro Wrestling, where I will spend time each week with members of our FPW family so you can get to know them a little better. And tonight, I’m pleased to announce that our very first guest is none other than Marcus Allen Jones!
*Marcus walks onto the set and grimaces at the decor. He sees a picture on the wall of Jerry surrounded by his former comrades, the League of Friendmigos, and gags a little. Jerry offers a handshake, which Marcus ignores, and Jerry shakes his own hand. The two sit down.*
JB: Thanks for coming on the show, Marcus! It means a lot! I really want this show to go well, and I'm glad you agreed to help me out!
MAJ: Yeah... About that. Look, I get how these things work. But I've got a few minutes before I decide this isn't worth my time and I'm an open book. So, do your worst.
JB: Um, okay… Well, Mr. Houston tells me that you were one of the very first signees to FPW, and that he offered you a contract after your very first match! What was that like?
MAJ: Hmm, that's actually not the dumb question I was expecting... Yes, I was one of Jim's first calls and I mean, can you blame him? Look at me? If you could build a professional wrestler from the ground up (Marcus stops and smirks at himself), if you could build a wrestler from the ground up, I'd see that wrestler and beat them with the 1-2-3-4-5-6 STARS! Seriously, no one is on my level so yeah, I had one match and Jim saw it and that was enough. That's pretty damn good if you ask me.
JB: Sounds exciting. And considering you've already won your first match here, I'd say you've got a bright future ahead of you! However, um, your next match- or should I say our next match- is a semifinal match for the FPW world title. I hope you won't take it personally if I were to advance to the finals?
MAJ: If I had a drink, I'd spit it in your face right now.
*Jerry offers Marcus his strawberry milk but he just shakes his head.*
MAJ: The fact that you think there is even a chance that you beat me, I mean, I know clowns are supposed to be funny but that joke is just sad. Sad for you, I mean. Where's the punchline, where's the set-up? Jerry walks into a bar and BAM, he trips over his own feet and gets pinned by a wild racoon. Now THAT's a joke. THAT's funny. You beating me, I can barely say that with a straight face. Let me ask you something Joey, do YOU even honestly think you've got a chance against greatness personified?
JB: Um, actually, I think I do have a chance. I have as much chance as any other wrestler here. I'm grateful that I've made it as far as I have, and I'm grateful for the support and home the Freedom Fighters have given me here. If my match against you is my last in this tournament, so be it. If I make it even further, it'd be an honor to fight for the FPW World Championship. Regardless, I'd appreciate it if you left the jokes to the professionals, Marcus.
MAJ: It's cute, it really is Jerry Lee. But see, unlike that legend and unlike myself, you lack great balls of fire. Because truth be told, I was curious about you so I dug up some old internet footage from your old promotion and saw the Friendmigos in action. And I watched the footage and I came to a conclusion. You sir, are what we in the business like a to call a jobber. Because, in the working man's game of life, that's what you do. You job. You job to big guys, little guys, old guys, young guys. You're not a wrestler, you're a sideshow. An entertainment act. But since I've been here, you've failed to entertain me even once. A clown who isn't even funny. That's a pretty sad gimmick if you ask me.
JB: Now hold on a minute, Marcus. Just because I haven't entertained you doesn't mean I haven't entertained those people out there. Yes, I'd like it if we were friends, but in the end I'm here to put on a good show for the fans. that's been my priority since I first set foot in a professional wrestling ring. And even if you aren't laughing by the end of our match, I know I will be. Because the Jester always gets th-
MAJ: The last laugh? I feel like I'm in a freakin' comic book. But unlike those stories, this one doesn't have a happy ending. Well, not for you. And as for friends, my only friend is Steven. *waves to the camera* Hey buddy, what's up? Ya know, it's great that you're all about the fans, it really is. But one day, you'll realize your success has nothing to do with them. It has everything to do with you. Although, you're the type that can really only hope for their undying support because that's how losers live. Winners, we carve our own paths, set our own course. That's all I'm here to do. And this isn't personal, not yet at least, but anyone who stands in my way won't be standing for long.
*Marcus gets up to leave but stops as he notices the popcorn sitting on the table.*
MAJ: Give me that.
*Marcus grabs the popcorn, eats a few and then throws the rest at Jerry.*
MAJ: *chuckling* Last laugh, what a joke.
JB: *sweeping popcorn off himself while eating a few pieces* Well, um… I guess that’s it for our first installment of “Jester’s Court”. We’d love to see you back here again next time, when, uh, hopefully things won’t get quite as messy.
*Camera slowly pulls out as Jerry continues to eat popcorn, fades out*
JB: Good evening, Freedom Fighters, and welcome to the very first episode of Jester’s Court here in Freedom Pro Wrestling, where I will spend time each week with members of our FPW family so you can get to know them a little better. And tonight, I’m pleased to announce that our very first guest is none other than Marcus Allen Jones!
*Marcus walks onto the set and grimaces at the decor. He sees a picture on the wall of Jerry surrounded by his former comrades, the League of Friendmigos, and gags a little. Jerry offers a handshake, which Marcus ignores, and Jerry shakes his own hand. The two sit down.*
JB: Thanks for coming on the show, Marcus! It means a lot! I really want this show to go well, and I'm glad you agreed to help me out!
MAJ: Yeah... About that. Look, I get how these things work. But I've got a few minutes before I decide this isn't worth my time and I'm an open book. So, do your worst.
JB: Um, okay… Well, Mr. Houston tells me that you were one of the very first signees to FPW, and that he offered you a contract after your very first match! What was that like?
MAJ: Hmm, that's actually not the dumb question I was expecting... Yes, I was one of Jim's first calls and I mean, can you blame him? Look at me? If you could build a professional wrestler from the ground up (Marcus stops and smirks at himself), if you could build a wrestler from the ground up, I'd see that wrestler and beat them with the 1-2-3-4-5-6 STARS! Seriously, no one is on my level so yeah, I had one match and Jim saw it and that was enough. That's pretty damn good if you ask me.
JB: Sounds exciting. And considering you've already won your first match here, I'd say you've got a bright future ahead of you! However, um, your next match- or should I say our next match- is a semifinal match for the FPW world title. I hope you won't take it personally if I were to advance to the finals?
MAJ: If I had a drink, I'd spit it in your face right now.
*Jerry offers Marcus his strawberry milk but he just shakes his head.*
MAJ: The fact that you think there is even a chance that you beat me, I mean, I know clowns are supposed to be funny but that joke is just sad. Sad for you, I mean. Where's the punchline, where's the set-up? Jerry walks into a bar and BAM, he trips over his own feet and gets pinned by a wild racoon. Now THAT's a joke. THAT's funny. You beating me, I can barely say that with a straight face. Let me ask you something Joey, do YOU even honestly think you've got a chance against greatness personified?
JB: Um, actually, I think I do have a chance. I have as much chance as any other wrestler here. I'm grateful that I've made it as far as I have, and I'm grateful for the support and home the Freedom Fighters have given me here. If my match against you is my last in this tournament, so be it. If I make it even further, it'd be an honor to fight for the FPW World Championship. Regardless, I'd appreciate it if you left the jokes to the professionals, Marcus.
MAJ: It's cute, it really is Jerry Lee. But see, unlike that legend and unlike myself, you lack great balls of fire. Because truth be told, I was curious about you so I dug up some old internet footage from your old promotion and saw the Friendmigos in action. And I watched the footage and I came to a conclusion. You sir, are what we in the business like a to call a jobber. Because, in the working man's game of life, that's what you do. You job. You job to big guys, little guys, old guys, young guys. You're not a wrestler, you're a sideshow. An entertainment act. But since I've been here, you've failed to entertain me even once. A clown who isn't even funny. That's a pretty sad gimmick if you ask me.
JB: Now hold on a minute, Marcus. Just because I haven't entertained you doesn't mean I haven't entertained those people out there. Yes, I'd like it if we were friends, but in the end I'm here to put on a good show for the fans. that's been my priority since I first set foot in a professional wrestling ring. And even if you aren't laughing by the end of our match, I know I will be. Because the Jester always gets th-
MAJ: The last laugh? I feel like I'm in a freakin' comic book. But unlike those stories, this one doesn't have a happy ending. Well, not for you. And as for friends, my only friend is Steven. *waves to the camera* Hey buddy, what's up? Ya know, it's great that you're all about the fans, it really is. But one day, you'll realize your success has nothing to do with them. It has everything to do with you. Although, you're the type that can really only hope for their undying support because that's how losers live. Winners, we carve our own paths, set our own course. That's all I'm here to do. And this isn't personal, not yet at least, but anyone who stands in my way won't be standing for long.
*Marcus gets up to leave but stops as he notices the popcorn sitting on the table.*
MAJ: Give me that.
*Marcus grabs the popcorn, eats a few and then throws the rest at Jerry.*
MAJ: *chuckling* Last laugh, what a joke.
JB: *sweeping popcorn off himself while eating a few pieces* Well, um… I guess that’s it for our first installment of “Jester’s Court”. We’d love to see you back here again next time, when, uh, hopefully things won’t get quite as messy.
*Camera slowly pulls out as Jerry continues to eat popcorn, fades out*
