Post by Cletus & Big Jim on Jan 14, 2013 0:08:36 GMT -5
An ad for McCarthy's Magical Miracle Elixir wraps up with a dancing old man, and we return to the bowels of the GHW Arena, and to Charlie Coors standing awkwardly between the Logging Crew.
I'm here with Cletus & Big Jim as they prepare for...
Cletus cuts in and grabs the microphone
Charlie, how be you just hold on to mike and let us do the talkin'?
Okay...
Good on ya Chuckles...
Big Jim swats Charlie on the back, an intent look on his face. Charlie crumples at the impact.
So, I hear the Pyro brothers got another crack at the straps this week.
Jim slaps the back of his hand against his partner's shoulder
Hey, you think them boys are a bit androgynous?
Andr-what? Listen to you with your five-dollar words!
I ain't stupid Cletus, no flies on me. I speak good English...
I suppose, so does that mean they look like girls?
Not really, sorta more like you don't know what they are. I kinda like that....
Well, I sure do wish 'em luck. Millson and Simpson are slippery as a shithouse rat.
Either way, I just hope that whoever wins is man enough to give us the shot we got comin' to us.
Charlie decides to speak out now, feeling as though the Crew is skirting the real issue during this interview time they've requested.
Excuse me fellas, but I think you're forgetting that, before you get a shot at the Tag Titles, you're inside the Tower of London, fighting four other people, and each other, for the King of the Deathmatch Title.
Big Jim grabs Charlie by the scruff of his neck and pulls him upward, so as to speak face-to-face.
We told you to keep yer trap shut!
I'd listen to him Charlie, he likes it when you're quiet...
You just be still Charlie. You be so quiet and so still...
As far as Dawn of Destruction goes, it's just another attempt by GM Jones to steer his boys clear of their biggest challenge in years.
And Jerry Nate, you just come on along and turn out them lights, I work better when nobody sees. You just remember son, you ain't six no more; even if you can't see it, it can hurt you! You had best have a slug in your shotgun, kid, or else you won't be comin' back with a trophy head.
He lets on like he's got it altogether, but that a lie...and I don't much care for liars. If he was as cocksure as he lets on he wouldn't need daddy to come in and clean up his mess. Jerry, no matter how tall your father was, you have to do your own growing. Until you can walk alone without Jaggy to prop you up, that twisted steel on a bovine peel don't count for much.
Now Charlie, don't you believe fo one second that that don't apply to us every bit as much, if we want to take home that belt.
Or maybe if we just wanna work out some frustrations on one another.
Yessir, when that bell rings, whether it be tonight in the Battle Royal with the Legion or in a few weeks at DoD, and we're on opposite sides, Cletus had better watch his back.
...and Big Jim better remember that I've already left one tag team partner in a pool of his own blood. As far as the Logging Crew cutting ties with each other though, well I guess they can hope.
Hope in one hand and shit in the other, see what one gets full first...
I'm here with Cletus & Big Jim as they prepare for...
Cletus cuts in and grabs the microphone
Charlie, how be you just hold on to mike and let us do the talkin'?
Okay...
Good on ya Chuckles...
Big Jim swats Charlie on the back, an intent look on his face. Charlie crumples at the impact.
So, I hear the Pyro brothers got another crack at the straps this week.
Jim slaps the back of his hand against his partner's shoulder
Hey, you think them boys are a bit androgynous?
Andr-what? Listen to you with your five-dollar words!
I ain't stupid Cletus, no flies on me. I speak good English...
I suppose, so does that mean they look like girls?
Not really, sorta more like you don't know what they are. I kinda like that....
Well, I sure do wish 'em luck. Millson and Simpson are slippery as a shithouse rat.
Either way, I just hope that whoever wins is man enough to give us the shot we got comin' to us.
Charlie decides to speak out now, feeling as though the Crew is skirting the real issue during this interview time they've requested.
Excuse me fellas, but I think you're forgetting that, before you get a shot at the Tag Titles, you're inside the Tower of London, fighting four other people, and each other, for the King of the Deathmatch Title.
Big Jim grabs Charlie by the scruff of his neck and pulls him upward, so as to speak face-to-face.
We told you to keep yer trap shut!
I'd listen to him Charlie, he likes it when you're quiet...
You just be still Charlie. You be so quiet and so still...
As far as Dawn of Destruction goes, it's just another attempt by GM Jones to steer his boys clear of their biggest challenge in years.
And Jerry Nate, you just come on along and turn out them lights, I work better when nobody sees. You just remember son, you ain't six no more; even if you can't see it, it can hurt you! You had best have a slug in your shotgun, kid, or else you won't be comin' back with a trophy head.
He lets on like he's got it altogether, but that a lie...and I don't much care for liars. If he was as cocksure as he lets on he wouldn't need daddy to come in and clean up his mess. Jerry, no matter how tall your father was, you have to do your own growing. Until you can walk alone without Jaggy to prop you up, that twisted steel on a bovine peel don't count for much.
Now Charlie, don't you believe fo one second that that don't apply to us every bit as much, if we want to take home that belt.
Or maybe if we just wanna work out some frustrations on one another.
Yessir, when that bell rings, whether it be tonight in the Battle Royal with the Legion or in a few weeks at DoD, and we're on opposite sides, Cletus had better watch his back.
...and Big Jim better remember that I've already left one tag team partner in a pool of his own blood. As far as the Logging Crew cutting ties with each other though, well I guess they can hope.
Hope in one hand and shit in the other, see what one gets full first...