Post by vaevictisbd on Dec 10, 2022 4:12:08 GMT
It cannot be underestimated just how devastating change can be. The introduction of a rogue element into any environment could and often can lead to a catastrophic outcome. Perhaps there is no better demonstration than the previous candid; three unhinged and disgruntled southern maniacs that aren’t just wanting a fight, but actively causing problems to bring one about. They handle a mild inconvenience like a bull handles a china shop— nothing but havoc, devastation, and whoever pulls through to tell the tale. No, it cannot be underestimated just how demanding the presence of The Dead End Express is. In the jungle that is the wrestling world, there is no individual king. There is simply the predators and the prey. Collectively, there is no one in IPW picking clean bones like the Haggards.
A cigarette hanging from the lips of the eldest Haggard, the end lit and radiating heat on his inhale. His shoulder was decorated with the Infinite Tag Team Championship belt, his arms crossed over the plate, in a state of silent contemplation. Behind him can be found the other Haggards. Silent menace, like the cold stare of a dog standing at the end of his leash, physically unable to bark is Hank Haggard Jr; eyes staring down the barrel of the camera. Further back, Clancy with the other Infinite Tag Championship slung over his shoulder like a backpack, leading his head against the wall. It’s clear to the viewers if this candid that not only have the Haggard boys escaped Johnny Law, they’ve made it into the country— their chaos was without repercussion— and now, they’ve hijacked a camera crew. They had words, for the world and the challengers to come, and they would make sure they were made crystal clear.
Jack Haggard: You’ll hear people for around the phrase that life has only three constants. Death, taxes, and whatever self-serving message they want to get across. What I ask myself all the time is who decides these three constants? Who enforces them? Who is going to make me pay my taxes or kill me, huh? Who got the balls to step up to me, look me dead in the eye and tell me they either gonna kill me or make me give my hard earned cash to the government? I can’t answer that for you, not a damn soul walkin’ this here planet! Because if you want the free real inevitabilities in life; its death, change, and violence. And those things go hand-in-hand with us, man. You’ve seen the proof, you’ve seen the footage; we change the atmosphere where we go. We change the habitat. No one rules the roost when you’re all chickens playing with lions.
Clancy Haggard: PREY…
Jack Haggard: Prey in a world of predators. Darwinism. The strong survive with the weak at their mercy. Our teeth are constantly at the necks of whoever feels they can take from us. They want to take from our plates because they are hungry. Because we ain’t concerned for they survival. They ain’t getting shit. They’re only getting the chance to test those three inevitables. And they ready for the change, man. They don’t want that smoke. If they want the warmth in this cold, cruel world, they best be ready for everything they have be burned down.
Clancy Haggard: BURN…
Jack Haggard: Because we incentivise violence. It’s what we crave, what we demand, and what you need to bring to the plate if you even want to glance upon what is sitting on ours. You are gonna have to bring a level of violence that quite frankly, no one in this locker room is capable of, if you want to take these championships away from us. Because this is the flame, little moths. We hold it in our hands to lore you in. We want you to feel the warmth, we want you to see the light. From one light to another, the only inevitability you are destined for no matter how old you are, no matter where you come from, no matter what you do with your time on this earth; is death. And we say lineup.
Clancy snaps around, pushing past the oldest Haggard to snarl down the lense of the camera.
Clancy Haggard: CAUSE WE’LL SHOOT YA ALL DOWN, YA HEAR?! NATE WANNA TALK ABOUT HUNTIN’, BUT WHAT DO HE KNOW ABOUT THAT? HE DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT SHIT. YOU SURE AS SHIT AIN’T HUNTIN’ US, BOYS. YOUS WERE GIVEN THIS SHOT BY BOSS MAN CAUSE HE GOTTA FEED SOMEONE TO THE FIRE, AND Y’ALL JUST DRIFTWOOD FOR THAT FIRE.
Jack lays a hand on Clancy’s shoulder, stepping to his snarling brothers side.
Jack Haggard: Ya see, Bossman forced us Haggards to change up how we do things around here. Bossman threw the rogue element of Clancy here having to adapt to this environment. And I admit at first, We were concerned. We didn’t think our younger brother had it in him to fight like one of us. Didn’t think his teeth were cut for this kind of game, man. His entire life has been spent in a meat freezer, cutting up the already dead. But now he’s willing to give livin’ flesh a try. See, y’all call yourselves chaos theory, but ya just drops of blood in the ocean of it we leavin’ behind, man. Y’all indistinguishable. Your names don’t mean a damn thing to us. We sharks in the ocean, and we gonna watch you drown before we eat.
Clancy Haggard: Y’ALL AIN’T SHIT.
Jack Haggard: Go ahead. Make your little jokes about us not having some higher education. That don’t mean nothing. Y’all act like we ain’t heard that before. People have lost teeth for less. Y’all really think you been stalkin’ us? Ya just admitted you forgot about us, so which is it, man? You hear yourself talking? Even you don’t believe what you’re sayin’. Y’all just talkin’ that dumb shit that ain’t anything new. Only huntin’ you’ve been doing is for attention, acceptance into the old head crew of washed up dudes still thinkin’ they the shit. You’ve been promoted to the anchor on a sinking ship. You talk about getting champions who earned them; your bitch ass definitely not been paying attention then. Cause we earned them long before we was given them. When we beat every notable team in this company back, ta back, ta back in one night. I remember that cause your bitch ass wasn’t there.
Clancy Haggard: Y’ALL AIN’T SHIT!
Jack Haggard: Tables, Ladders, and Chairs — that’s just a fancy way of marketing what we call a fight. No rules gimpin’ us. The hunters can do whatever the fuck they like to the prey, and we gonna make you bleed.
Clancy Haggard: YOUR BLOOD AIN’T SHIT!
Jack Haggard: But best believe we gon’ take it all anyway. On paper, this is our first defense. On paper, it’s our first time fighting for what we’ve earned. But us, this is just another one of many times we are fighting for our lives. And y’all just another set of lives we’ll take it keep it.For y’all, it’s the biggest day of y’all lives. Bigger than ya weddings. Bigger than y’all funerals. It’s the day y’all face the inevitable.
Clancy Haggard: Y’ALL GONNA DIE!
Jack Haggard: And y’all best believe it ain’t gonna be pretty. We are gonna make an example out of you. We’re gonna send a message to anyone and everyone that Bossman sets in front of us. That you only survive in this habitat, in our world, if we let you. That it is only our mercy or our indifference that allows you to go home to your families and tell them you still livin’ the dream. We want you to tuck your kids in at night, kiss them on they foreheads, tell them the world ain’t scary and dangerous, cause one day you gonna have our crosshairs on you. And that’s going to be we have you sent home to those same kids in a box. By Sundays ends, it won’t be Infinite Tag Team Championships that are hanging from the ceiling.
IClancy Haggard: WE GON’ HANG Y’ALL HIGH, BLEED Y’ALL DRY, AND HAVE YA MEET THE GOD WHO WEREN’T GON’ STOP US!