Post by rich121 on Mar 1, 2022 16:25:37 GMT -5
Open on the rooftop of Jester’s apartment / warehouse facility. Jester LeBeau is sitting in a lawn chair with a nearly empty case of Coors long necks, as he finishes a bottle, he throws it off the roof top and listens to it crash on the parking lot below. His head is stitched and bandaged from his last match with Isabella von Krauss as grabs some of his ‘private label’ THC gummies and crews then almost violently…
Jester: “Well, that was a shit show from top to bottom, wasn’t it? I mean I really don’t blame Terrance and Da King for getting overheated. I know T has pulled some shit in the past but that was just the textbook definition of FUBAR. And now Izzie and I go at it again, but this time Nattie is joining us and he doesn’t stand a chance. I mean seriously betwixt the Ragsdale cultists and Izzie’s boys; I may just take a seat at ringside and watch the chaos. However, I prefer to create and indulge in chaos, not just watch it, no matter how good the popcorn is.
“And yet an opportunity at the (ahem) BOYD GAMING HIGH ROLLER CHAMPIONSHIP ™ is very, very tempting. SO much so that I may have to bring out some of my old friends. (pulls a baseball bat wrapped in barb wire out from under his chair) Hello beautiful. Would you like to come out and play next week? (holds it up to his ear) You would? And you want to taste what meth head blood? I think that could be arranged.
(Jester looks out at the night sky)
“And yet something still feels off, like I should be doing something more. Like I need to put EVERYONE in their proper place. I mean the lawyers finally forced me to take my Pixi site down as well as the footage on Pornhub, Terrance has blown a gasket to the extent that brain juice is leaking from his ears and CJ Walker has a guardian angel, or would the more appropriate title be sugar mama, but instead of a magic pussy she has a magic contract that takes care of his needs. And where do I fit into all of this? Honestly, I don’t but that has never stopped me before, I just need a little inspiration.”
(just then Jester’s phone rings, he takes it out of his pocket to answer it)
“What the fuck is HE doing calling me? Yo! Is this really who my ID says it is? I’ve heard of that conundrum… Really? What do you have in mind? Oh fuck, that is good shit pal! Hells yeah I’m in. Tell me more…”
Jester: “Well, that was a shit show from top to bottom, wasn’t it? I mean I really don’t blame Terrance and Da King for getting overheated. I know T has pulled some shit in the past but that was just the textbook definition of FUBAR. And now Izzie and I go at it again, but this time Nattie is joining us and he doesn’t stand a chance. I mean seriously betwixt the Ragsdale cultists and Izzie’s boys; I may just take a seat at ringside and watch the chaos. However, I prefer to create and indulge in chaos, not just watch it, no matter how good the popcorn is.
“And yet an opportunity at the (ahem) BOYD GAMING HIGH ROLLER CHAMPIONSHIP ™ is very, very tempting. SO much so that I may have to bring out some of my old friends. (pulls a baseball bat wrapped in barb wire out from under his chair) Hello beautiful. Would you like to come out and play next week? (holds it up to his ear) You would? And you want to taste what meth head blood? I think that could be arranged.
(Jester looks out at the night sky)
“And yet something still feels off, like I should be doing something more. Like I need to put EVERYONE in their proper place. I mean the lawyers finally forced me to take my Pixi site down as well as the footage on Pornhub, Terrance has blown a gasket to the extent that brain juice is leaking from his ears and CJ Walker has a guardian angel, or would the more appropriate title be sugar mama, but instead of a magic pussy she has a magic contract that takes care of his needs. And where do I fit into all of this? Honestly, I don’t but that has never stopped me before, I just need a little inspiration.”
(just then Jester’s phone rings, he takes it out of his pocket to answer it)
“What the fuck is HE doing calling me? Yo! Is this really who my ID says it is? I’ve heard of that conundrum… Really? What do you have in mind? Oh fuck, that is good shit pal! Hells yeah I’m in. Tell me more…”