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Post by frenforleg on Nov 23, 2012 21:25:46 GMT -5
The match is over and Vegas is gone. Oleg and Joaquin lift up their fallen commander. The crowd cheers his heroic effort but he is barely coherent enough to understand. Oleg scoops him up in his arms and Joaquin leads the crowd in continued applause. A brave last stand by Mercier.
Yes sir. He had more in him than I thought.
As La Marseillaise begins to play as salute to the fallen warrior the music begins to distort and fade. In its place comes the voice of Leadbelly singing “Goodnight Irene.” The Legionnaires are confused and the fans are too. All eyes are on the big screen as the music dies away and Cletus’ face comes into view
Boos ring out all over the arena
TBCB-Cletus & Big Jim
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Post by Cletus & Big Jim on Nov 23, 2012 23:34:38 GMT -5
The Legionnaires stop in their tracks, this is indeed a cruel joke in the wake of their manager’s brutal mauling by Vince Vegas. They begin to shout at the grinning visage of the woodsman. The camera remains tight on Cletus’ face.
Looks like we both wound up on the short end of the stick tonight boys. Me and Jim took it pretty hard, I won’t lie to you. We thought we had those belts in our hands, but somebody felt otherwise. That’s neither here nor there at the moment though, Millson and Simpson are just another match closer to their last as champions and I’m sure we’ll see them sooner than they’d like.
His face contorts in a show of mental strain
Now maybe you fellas could help with that. As I recall, the last time we dragged you through your own blood we got a shot at the gold. Now, I’m no great brain trust, but if we do it again, it couldn’t hurt our chances at taking that top spot. We’ll give you a fighting chance though, an opportunity to find someone to pull your weight for you. Take a week and beg, coax, cajole or threaten someone to partner up with you. We’ll do the same, and we’ll have ourselves an ol’ fashioned six man tag match.
Cletus steps aside and the camera pulls back to reveal both members of the Logging Crew in the Legion’s dressing room.
And if you need a casus belli, as the Romans say, well…have at it Jimmy!
The Legion begin to hasten back to catch the lumbermen in the act.
Big Jim smirks and swings his pulp hook through 180 degrees and into a nearby chesterfield. Stuffing flies everywhere and the cushions are perforated over and over until he flips the entire piece onto its face. He then gathers everything he can lay hands on, uniforms, photographs, posters, and flags and builds a huge mound on top of the overturned loveseat. He then produces a green glass bottle and begins to pour a reddish-brown fluid on top of what he has amassed. He then drinks a long swig from the bottle and, igniting a zippo, he spits the fluid through the flame. A huge ball of fire ignites the pyre and the camera focuses on classic photos of Mercier as they curl and discolour in the flames; his career is truly over tonight. Decorative uniforms begin to shrivel and the flags met away.
The Legion can be heard in the hallway and the Logging Crew take the sound as a cue to leave. As they exit, violent shouting can be heard as Oleg and Joaquin catch sight of them. The camera stays aimed at the empty door frame until the crestfallen heroes arrive. They collapse to their knees inside the door. Mercier, wounded and battered, looks at the wreckage and is visibly in tears. They begin singing a mournful rendition of Le Boudin, the Legion marching song.
The camera slides away, down to the mysterious green bottle whose label reads “Hermit Canadian Sherry”
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