Post by Cletus & Big Jim on Nov 10, 2012 14:38:48 GMT -5
Camera pans along the ground, a dense carpet of pine needles covers the forest floor and tree trunks plant their amble stumps into the fertile earth. The survey stops at the sight of a black boot and the view now shifts vertically, climbing the burly frame of Cletus, until arriving at his smirking face as he holds his axe over his shoulder; a huge tree at his back.
The tag team titles are two matches away, and we have to climb into the trenches against The Legion in order to get our shot at Milson & Simpson. They look pretty impressive, and no one is going to deny that they’ve been training hard, but there’s many a ship lost within sight of harbour, if you take my meaning.
Cletus raises his axe to strike
Even the strongest tree can be cut down!
The axe connects with the wood and dense thud is heard.
Even the thickest wood can be broken!
Another strike brings a snapping noise.
A third, fourth and fifth, and the tree begins to moan, as the wood bends.
An agonizing cry, an animal in its death throes, is heard and Cletus stops and cocks his ear.
Even the noblest of creatures can be slaughtered.
Cletus turns back to the camera, shards of wood sticking in his beard
You mighta watched our match last week fellas, but you must have been doing it with your eyes closed if you think we were embarrassed. We walked away and ol’Coco and Tony were carried out; that’s a good night for The Logging Crew. You say that you ain’t scared, but that’s a spoon ye'll sup sorrow with yet.
Big Jim now wanders into frame, covered in blood and holding ragged pieces of freshly butchered meat. His pulp hook is hanging on his shoulder.
And if you want blood boys, that’s fine with us. Only, don’t be surprised if, instead of you running through it, it’s running out of you. See, you shoot a man and he's just a target, but you get him with the pulp hook...you're close enough to smell him.
Jim inhales deeply
Wordlessly, Cletus nods toward the tree. Big Jim puts down the meat with as much care as a mother putting her babe in the cradle. He fetches an axe himself and begins hacking at one side while Cletus chops at the other.
Camera begins to pull back and fade out
Cletus sings as the axes strike home
The screen goes black and the sound of the tree crashing to the ground is heard.
The tag team titles are two matches away, and we have to climb into the trenches against The Legion in order to get our shot at Milson & Simpson. They look pretty impressive, and no one is going to deny that they’ve been training hard, but there’s many a ship lost within sight of harbour, if you take my meaning.
Cletus raises his axe to strike
Even the strongest tree can be cut down!
The axe connects with the wood and dense thud is heard.
Even the thickest wood can be broken!
Another strike brings a snapping noise.
A third, fourth and fifth, and the tree begins to moan, as the wood bends.
An agonizing cry, an animal in its death throes, is heard and Cletus stops and cocks his ear.
Even the noblest of creatures can be slaughtered.
Cletus turns back to the camera, shards of wood sticking in his beard
You mighta watched our match last week fellas, but you must have been doing it with your eyes closed if you think we were embarrassed. We walked away and ol’Coco and Tony were carried out; that’s a good night for The Logging Crew. You say that you ain’t scared, but that’s a spoon ye'll sup sorrow with yet.
Big Jim now wanders into frame, covered in blood and holding ragged pieces of freshly butchered meat. His pulp hook is hanging on his shoulder.
And if you want blood boys, that’s fine with us. Only, don’t be surprised if, instead of you running through it, it’s running out of you. See, you shoot a man and he's just a target, but you get him with the pulp hook...you're close enough to smell him.
Jim inhales deeply
Wordlessly, Cletus nods toward the tree. Big Jim puts down the meat with as much care as a mother putting her babe in the cradle. He fetches an axe himself and begins hacking at one side while Cletus chops at the other.
Camera begins to pull back and fade out
Cletus sings as the axes strike home
I landed in New Brunswick in a lumbering country
TWACK! KER-CHUNK!
I hired to work in the lumber woods on the Sou-West Miramichi.
TWACK! KER-CHUNK!
I hired to work in the lumber woods where they cut the tall spruce down
TWACK! KER-CHUNK!
While loading teams with yarded logs I received a deadly wound.
TWACK! KER-CHUNK!
I hired to work in the lumber woods on the Sou-West Miramichi.
TWACK! KER-CHUNK!
I hired to work in the lumber woods where they cut the tall spruce down
TWACK! KER-CHUNK!
While loading teams with yarded logs I received a deadly wound.
The screen goes black and the sound of the tree crashing to the ground is heard.