Post by Cletus & Big Jim on Dec 11, 2013 23:21:49 GMT -4
We’re back to Decimation and greeted by a middle aged man, his hair slicked back and his teeth a dazzling white. Dressed in rich apparel and costly array he holds a microphone in a bedazzled hand and announces:
This is Handsome Henry Kelly, reporting from the speed stick room, here with Cletus, one half of the Logging Crew.
A change in angle presents the massive frame of the lumberman standing next to the smaller interviewer. He wears a big grin through his fulsome beard, and hooks his thumbs in his suspenders.
Evenin’ Hank, what’s the good word?
Not very much Cletus…um…I was wondering why you asked to have this time to speak to us. We haven't seen much of you lately.
True enough, but then again I don't get booked much these days, not since that three way dance with John & Willy and those Alliance boys. How'd they beat us?
I....ummm....I'm not sure....
Damned if I know either Harry, but I guess they did. Envy says so anyway, and she's pretty tight with the Bozz man I hear.
You think she's got some pull with the front office?
Oh she's got the pull, and the stroke, you follow?
Uh....
And as for those Alliance boys, I don’t know about the law, but they damn sure took something into his own hands, I’ll tell ya that.
He shakes his fist up and down
Well, if you don't mind me saying so Cletus, that sounds like sour grapes to me.
Cletus lets out a belt of boisterous laughter and slaps Kelly hard across the back, sending the older man stumbling. The burly woodsman continues to laugh just past the point of comfort.
That was pretty funny old fella, I like folks that make me laugh. Sour? I ain't sour. I ain't sour at all. I'm happier than a dog with two dicks, on account of ol'Devin Bozz getting the heave ho. Jim and I might get a chance to even some scores.
Who was it you were looking to get into the ring with?
Cletus paws his beard contemplatively
Most of that Alliance are no bigger than a minute; I doubt they could knock a sick whore off a shit pot, but we'll fight 'em all the same I expect. We've made no secret though, we wanna chase down those sailors.
The Solid Core Synchronicity Champions?
Call 'em tag team champions Henry, quit usin' those five dollar words! Yessir, you’ve heard the stories, you know what we did before; God-damn if I don’t get excited just rememberin’. I don't care how many we have to cut through, we'll corner the two we want eventually.
Noise of chains clattering is heard and the faint scraping of metal on concrete. Cletus turns himself and Kelly toward the camera, pressing their cheeks together.
You hear that? You hear those chains rattlin’?
Anticipating his partner’s arrival, Cletus snatches the microphone and ushers the interviewer on his way with a hefty shove.
Big Jim Enters wrapped in rusted chains, an over-ragged flannel shirt, and a moose hide. He is dripping water, as though he has been walking for hours in the rain...
Jimmy, what have you got to say?
You said it all Cletus, and we both know the time for talkin' is over. This company's sick.
The Alliance can't save it.
Nope, and the Privateers are just rats on a sinking ship.
This tree is rotten Jimmy, right to the core.
You know what the good book says....
Even now the ax of judgment is poised, ready to sever the roots of the trees, so that every tree which fails to yield good fruit will quickly be hewn down and thrown into the fire.
Cletus gently pushes his partner into the background, but Big Jim’s eyes never stop glaring into the camera and beyond
