Post by Cletus & Big Jim on Mar 9, 2013 16:48:49 GMT -5
Charlie Coors motions for the cameraman to follow close behind him as he approaches the recently arrived Logging Crew, still in their mackinaws and covered with a fine layer of sawdust. Cletus leads, his axe at the ready by his side, while Big Jim trails, the pulp hook on his shoulder and the King of the Deathmatch Title hanging limply in his hand.
Cletus! Big Jim! Can I have a moment of your time? I want to get your reaction on what went down last night at Dawn of Destruction. It looks like some old ghosts have come back to haunt you.
The two birlers let out a collective grunt at the allusion to their sea-faring rivals, and they slowly crowd in the young interviewer, surely making him regret the flippant nature his earlier remarks.
Cletus grabs Charlie’s mike hand, swallowing it up in his massive paw.
Charlie, those ghosts had better sink back into Davey Jones’ locker, if they know what’s good for them. They might be prettier than a blue-nosed mule, and make all the ladies scream…
The Pine Island Powerhouse directs the microphone toward his partner
But I remember when we made a certain lady scream, and she screamed for you John. She cried out for you to save her, and where were you?
The Brute of Beaubears breaks into a ballad
Oh she knelt down before us a pleading for her life
She knelt down before us a pleading for her life
The poor English Rose ‘a wiltin’, she begged us in her strife
Oh Charlotte, Pretty Charlotte that never can be
Charlotte, Pretty Charlotte that never can be
Your Privateers can’t help you and we have no pity
Big Jim’s eyes remain cold as he stares at the viewing audience through the camera
You couldn’t save her then, and nothing you can do now will ever change that, but come on along. We won’t run from a fight.
Boys, you can beat on us until your hands swell closed, but it won’t fill that hole inside you.
A greasy smile slicks onto Jim’s face and he begins to direct his gaze into the far reaches of yesteryear.
Speaking of those days, and holes getting filled….
Cletus plants a restraining hand on his friend’s shoulder; there’s other business to attend to.
Ah-ah-ah Jimmy, time for strolls down memory lane later. The only hole you ought be thinking about is the one you’re gonna bury AJ Scally in.
The Sou’West Savage nods in agreement, before turning toward the audiences again.
Scally, you said your match with Rurouni was meaningless, so you decided to duck out. If you’re as smart as you claim to be, if you want to become GHW Champion at Rise of the Fighty fighty persons, and if you don’t want that shot to become meaningless, you make sure to choose carefully between fight and flight when you’re standing behind that curtain.
The loggers then shove the unsuspecting Coors into the equally surprised cameraman and both men tumble to the ground amidst muffled interjections, static and the distortion of the crashing camera. The equipment’s mechanical eye can only see the Crew striding away; their minds focused elsewhere at present.
Cletus! Big Jim! Can I have a moment of your time? I want to get your reaction on what went down last night at Dawn of Destruction. It looks like some old ghosts have come back to haunt you.
The two birlers let out a collective grunt at the allusion to their sea-faring rivals, and they slowly crowd in the young interviewer, surely making him regret the flippant nature his earlier remarks.
Cletus grabs Charlie’s mike hand, swallowing it up in his massive paw.
Charlie, those ghosts had better sink back into Davey Jones’ locker, if they know what’s good for them. They might be prettier than a blue-nosed mule, and make all the ladies scream…
The Pine Island Powerhouse directs the microphone toward his partner
But I remember when we made a certain lady scream, and she screamed for you John. She cried out for you to save her, and where were you?
The Brute of Beaubears breaks into a ballad
Oh she knelt down before us a pleading for her life
She knelt down before us a pleading for her life
The poor English Rose ‘a wiltin’, she begged us in her strife
Oh Charlotte, Pretty Charlotte that never can be
Charlotte, Pretty Charlotte that never can be
Your Privateers can’t help you and we have no pity
Big Jim’s eyes remain cold as he stares at the viewing audience through the camera
You couldn’t save her then, and nothing you can do now will ever change that, but come on along. We won’t run from a fight.
Boys, you can beat on us until your hands swell closed, but it won’t fill that hole inside you.
A greasy smile slicks onto Jim’s face and he begins to direct his gaze into the far reaches of yesteryear.
Speaking of those days, and holes getting filled….
Cletus plants a restraining hand on his friend’s shoulder; there’s other business to attend to.
Ah-ah-ah Jimmy, time for strolls down memory lane later. The only hole you ought be thinking about is the one you’re gonna bury AJ Scally in.
The Sou’West Savage nods in agreement, before turning toward the audiences again.
Scally, you said your match with Rurouni was meaningless, so you decided to duck out. If you’re as smart as you claim to be, if you want to become GHW Champion at Rise of the Fighty fighty persons, and if you don’t want that shot to become meaningless, you make sure to choose carefully between fight and flight when you’re standing behind that curtain.
The loggers then shove the unsuspecting Coors into the equally surprised cameraman and both men tumble to the ground amidst muffled interjections, static and the distortion of the crashing camera. The equipment’s mechanical eye can only see the Crew striding away; their minds focused elsewhere at present.