Post by Cletus & Big Jim on Dec 9, 2012 21:06:27 GMT -7
She does not have to wait too very long before the dulcet pickings of Leadbelly’s old guitar announce the arrival of the Logging Crew.
They are unaware and uncaring as to whether or not the TV champ is even in the ring. There are no diatribes, no inventive similes, and no references to GM Jones’ favourite 'handshake' when closing a 'backdoor deal'. It’s clear that, if the two whistle punks got to see the GM at all, the meeting with Jones was a lost a cause. Paying no attention to the crowd, they make their way to the ring and step between the strands. Big Jim eyes Kahlan lustfully, puffing himself up in some bizarre primal mating ritual, but she doesn’t betray any outward sign of being moved. He sheds the moose skin, while Cletus tugs on the ropes a few times, slaps his upper arms and gets ready to start things off.