Post by Jeremy The Wicked on Mar 28, 2023 10:23:47 GMT -5
Saturday March 25th.
Mud Mouth pulls up to his Uncle Donny’s place in the swamps, he parks the car and swings the door open before stepping out and slamming it shut. His cousin, Lil Stevie hears and turns his head.
Lil Stevie:
Mud, you made it, dawg!
Mud Mouth rushes over to Lil Stevie.
Lil Stevie:
Hey cuz, I’m sorry about you losin’ that damn match.
Mud Mouth:
Fudgein’ Jay C. Phoenix. It just sucks losing to half-a-re****d like that, but that’s just how the cards fall sometimes, I guess. Whatchu drinkin’, Stevie?
Lil Stevie:
Uncle Chemp’s moonshine.
Lil Stevie holds the bottle out for Mud Mouth. Mud Mouth snatches the bottle and chugs a big gulp down.
Mud Mouth:
What are y'all doing out here anyway?
Lil Stevie reveals a handful of bottle rockets.
Mud Mouth:
Again?
Lil Stevie:
Ain’t much else to do if you’re poor as Poop in this town.
Mud Mouth:
Truth…
Mud Mouth takes another chug from the bottle as he and Stevie make their way over toward the water. Upon reaching their destination, they meet up with Mud Mouth’s Uncle Donny. Uncle Donny is a swamp man. He’s tall, skinny, his dark, unkempt hair sits on his head at odd angles from wearing a hat most days. He is tanned like a football and wears a heather gray tank-top, displaying the variety of tattoos that line his arms. He also wears fishing waders. Next to Uncle Donny stands his friend, Clement Claremont. Clement Claremont looks out of place among this crew. He stands taller and straighter than the rest. He stands in a black button-up shirt, tucked at the waist. Black slacks and matching black shoes.
Mud Mouth:
What’s up, Uncle D?
Uncle Donny:
Not much, Mud… what’s up with you?
Mud Mouth:
We settin’ off some bottle rockets or what?
Uncle Donny:
Fo sho, nephew. Fo sho.
Clement Claremont:
Hello. !&%#$...
Mud Mouth:
Clement, you weird motherFudgeer… nobody calls me by that janky ass name anymore. I’m Mud Mouth, bitch!
Clement Claremont:
Very well, then. Mud Mouth it is.
Mud Mouth:
Yo, Uncle D…. I’m not sure why you are friends with this hoity-toity motherFudgeer.
Uncle Donny:
Oh be nice, Mud… Clement’s been my friend for decades, besides, he brings the best grub.
Uncle Donny points over at a picnic table with a plate of fried gator strips, some fried catfish, crawfish, and a few other swamp treasures.
Mud Mouth turns back to Clement Claremont.
Mud Mouth:
Is that what you do stalkin’ that swamp all night with no flash light? Ain’t you afraid you’re gonna cross paths with a gator or somethin’? I know I would be.
Clement Claremont:
The thought does not trouble me.
Mud Mouth:
Woah! I might have changed my mind about you, Clement. You are a badass.
Clement Claremont grins.
Mud Mouth:
Alright y’all… I’m gonna go see if Lil Stevie can help me unpack some of the rockets I got in my trunk I’ll catch you later, Uncle D… Clement…
Clement Claremont:
Mud Mouth, before you leave... may I parlay with you in private?
Mud Mouth nods and follows Clement Claremont as he heads toward Uncle Donny's moonshine still. Once they are out of earshot of the others, Clement Claremont begins speaking again. Lil Stevie starts setting off bottle rockets further masking their conversation.
Clement Claremont:
Mud Mouth, I saw your loss at Friday Night Fury. Mud Mouth, I can see you are getting frustrated. Mud Mouth, I know you don't like me that much... but, if you gave me a chance. I promise you I'd be a good manager.
Mud Mouth:
You know about professional wrestling? I thought you were an investor. Aren't you like into crypto or somethin'?
Clement Claremont chuckles.
Clement Claremont:
Cryptozoology is one of my passions, yes. I have written extensive journals on the subject, which I hope to turn into a book soon. However, I am a man of many passions... and I was once a boxer. So I know a bit about fighting. I know how to get into the kind of shape you need to get into to win. I can be a great asset to you, I promise.
Mud Mouth:
I'm gonna have to think about it.
Clement Claremont:
Of course.
Just then, a bottle rocket that Lil Stevie lit off veers to the side, hitting the still... the still explodes and Mud Mouth and Clement Claremont are both thrown to the ground. Clement was closer to the still, shielding Mud Mouth from a lot of the explosion. Clement now lies on the ground, burning. Mud Mouth slowly starts to get up, his ears ringing. He looks over and watches in amazement as Clement slowly gets to his feet and heads toward the swamp, completely engulfed in flames.
Seconds crawl like years as Clement approaches the swamp. He calmly steps in and slowly the flames are put out completely as Clement Claremont fully submerges in the water. After quite a bit of time, Clement emerges from the water... he looks swollen, there are likely third and fourth degree burns on all over his body. No one has any idea what to do... until, Clement snatches a swamp rat from a branch sticking above the water of some fallen tree. Clement tosses the rat in his mouth whole and chumps down on it. Blood squirts out of the sides of his mouth and Clement Claremont howls like a beast before he disappears back under the water.
Mud Mouth:
What... the... Fudge...?
Mud Mouth pulls up to his Uncle Donny’s place in the swamps, he parks the car and swings the door open before stepping out and slamming it shut. His cousin, Lil Stevie hears and turns his head.
Lil Stevie:
Mud, you made it, dawg!
Mud Mouth rushes over to Lil Stevie.
Lil Stevie:
Hey cuz, I’m sorry about you losin’ that damn match.
Mud Mouth:
Fudgein’ Jay C. Phoenix. It just sucks losing to half-a-re****d like that, but that’s just how the cards fall sometimes, I guess. Whatchu drinkin’, Stevie?
Lil Stevie:
Uncle Chemp’s moonshine.
Lil Stevie holds the bottle out for Mud Mouth. Mud Mouth snatches the bottle and chugs a big gulp down.
Mud Mouth:
What are y'all doing out here anyway?
Lil Stevie reveals a handful of bottle rockets.
Mud Mouth:
Again?
Lil Stevie:
Ain’t much else to do if you’re poor as Poop in this town.
Mud Mouth:
Truth…
Mud Mouth takes another chug from the bottle as he and Stevie make their way over toward the water. Upon reaching their destination, they meet up with Mud Mouth’s Uncle Donny. Uncle Donny is a swamp man. He’s tall, skinny, his dark, unkempt hair sits on his head at odd angles from wearing a hat most days. He is tanned like a football and wears a heather gray tank-top, displaying the variety of tattoos that line his arms. He also wears fishing waders. Next to Uncle Donny stands his friend, Clement Claremont. Clement Claremont looks out of place among this crew. He stands taller and straighter than the rest. He stands in a black button-up shirt, tucked at the waist. Black slacks and matching black shoes.
Mud Mouth:
What’s up, Uncle D?
Uncle Donny:
Not much, Mud… what’s up with you?
Mud Mouth:
We settin’ off some bottle rockets or what?
Uncle Donny:
Fo sho, nephew. Fo sho.
Clement Claremont:
Hello. !&%#$...
Mud Mouth:
Clement, you weird motherFudgeer… nobody calls me by that janky ass name anymore. I’m Mud Mouth, bitch!
Clement Claremont:
Very well, then. Mud Mouth it is.
Mud Mouth:
Yo, Uncle D…. I’m not sure why you are friends with this hoity-toity motherFudgeer.
Uncle Donny:
Oh be nice, Mud… Clement’s been my friend for decades, besides, he brings the best grub.
Uncle Donny points over at a picnic table with a plate of fried gator strips, some fried catfish, crawfish, and a few other swamp treasures.
Mud Mouth turns back to Clement Claremont.
Mud Mouth:
Is that what you do stalkin’ that swamp all night with no flash light? Ain’t you afraid you’re gonna cross paths with a gator or somethin’? I know I would be.
Clement Claremont:
The thought does not trouble me.
Mud Mouth:
Woah! I might have changed my mind about you, Clement. You are a badass.
Clement Claremont grins.
Mud Mouth:
Alright y’all… I’m gonna go see if Lil Stevie can help me unpack some of the rockets I got in my trunk I’ll catch you later, Uncle D… Clement…
Clement Claremont:
Mud Mouth, before you leave... may I parlay with you in private?
Mud Mouth nods and follows Clement Claremont as he heads toward Uncle Donny's moonshine still. Once they are out of earshot of the others, Clement Claremont begins speaking again. Lil Stevie starts setting off bottle rockets further masking their conversation.
Clement Claremont:
Mud Mouth, I saw your loss at Friday Night Fury. Mud Mouth, I can see you are getting frustrated. Mud Mouth, I know you don't like me that much... but, if you gave me a chance. I promise you I'd be a good manager.
Mud Mouth:
You know about professional wrestling? I thought you were an investor. Aren't you like into crypto or somethin'?
Clement Claremont chuckles.
Clement Claremont:
Cryptozoology is one of my passions, yes. I have written extensive journals on the subject, which I hope to turn into a book soon. However, I am a man of many passions... and I was once a boxer. So I know a bit about fighting. I know how to get into the kind of shape you need to get into to win. I can be a great asset to you, I promise.
Mud Mouth:
I'm gonna have to think about it.
Clement Claremont:
Of course.
Just then, a bottle rocket that Lil Stevie lit off veers to the side, hitting the still... the still explodes and Mud Mouth and Clement Claremont are both thrown to the ground. Clement was closer to the still, shielding Mud Mouth from a lot of the explosion. Clement now lies on the ground, burning. Mud Mouth slowly starts to get up, his ears ringing. He looks over and watches in amazement as Clement slowly gets to his feet and heads toward the swamp, completely engulfed in flames.
Seconds crawl like years as Clement approaches the swamp. He calmly steps in and slowly the flames are put out completely as Clement Claremont fully submerges in the water. After quite a bit of time, Clement emerges from the water... he looks swollen, there are likely third and fourth degree burns on all over his body. No one has any idea what to do... until, Clement snatches a swamp rat from a branch sticking above the water of some fallen tree. Clement tosses the rat in his mouth whole and chumps down on it. Blood squirts out of the sides of his mouth and Clement Claremont howls like a beast before he disappears back under the water.
Mud Mouth:
What... the... Fudge...?