Heavy is the Head... | Royal Crown RP #1.
Sept 16, 2022 0:36:14 GMT -5
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Post by MYŌJIN on Sept 16, 2022 0:36:14 GMT -5
Heavy is the Head...
VS Hank Haggard Jr. | Royal Crown RP #1
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
I knew after the violent war that I experienced with Ana Somnia, that after I almost ripped her arm from her shoulder to win the Infinite Pro World Championship- I now carried the fate of a growing, evolving promotion in my hands. I now am who decides this company's future.
I also immediately recognized the target that was painted on my back once The Dead End Express decided to make their presence known- and I'm going to make them wish they never did.
It's a tale that everyone knows: The hunter becomes the hunted. Now that I slayed the once-undefeated dragon in Ana Somnia and took my reward, others are now taking their chance at me. Winning a title is hard, but defending it is even harder. The problem for the hunter, however, is that he doesn't realize how dangerous cornered prey can become.
I didn't expect much intelligence out of the vile, teeth-missing spawn of the Haggard lineage. The bar was already at the ground- and yet, somehow, you dug yourself a deeper hole.
I expected you to make this choice of match type something that would benefit you. Something that would allow your brothers and halfway-in-the-grave father to get involved like they always do. Instead? You decide on a Taipei Deathmatch, tying our hands up in glue and glass- Which limits most of your moveset as you rely on your hands where it barely puts a dent in mine.
And then you thought you were smart by keeping us encased in the ring with glass panels. But the only thing you managed to do was trap yourself with me and keep your family on the outside.
But that's the thing about you Haggards, isn't it? None of you have ever been good at thinking things through. Your father built a “career”, if you can even call it that, out of throwing himself wildly and stupidly into danger, tearing himself to shreds, and worrying your poor mother for at best a $15 Applebee's Gift Card. Now he can barely even walk. Then there's you and your brothers, you've been following in the footsteps of your worthless father since 2010- And where has that gotten you? No notable accolades to your names, nothing of worth, certainly not a memorable legacy as any of you pretend that you have. Building a facade like so many others here has in order to seem more important, more like what you wish that you were.
But look at you now, Hank. After more than a decade of getting kicked out of bingo halls and high school gyms and getting paid in handshakes and enough quarters to buy yourself a pack of Marlboros from the nearest gas station- You've finally made it to the big leagues. You have a chance at now winning your first ever World Championship, you FINALLY now have the chance to honor your family's legacy and now bring something that finally matters to the table so your daddy will finally love you.
That's not going to happen. Unfortunately for you, this is the part where reality doesn't align with your fantasies.
Hank, despite the way you attempt to present yourself as this unpredictable and unhinged man, it isn't hard to see through you. You may not act like it, but you're desperate for approval. Desperate for respect. You want you and your family's name to be feared, after all you practically screamed for attention in that little promo of yours before Night of Champions. Just begging for the Haggard name to finally be acknowledged as something more than a has-been and his useless children. Yet you've done NOTHING but show that you deserve none of it.
I looked into your eyes as I signed the dotted line for our match. I saw the anger, the confusion as you realized that I wasn't afraid of you for a second.
For the longest time in Infinite Pro, you've terrorized the company. You claim that the Haggards have been dominant- but all I see is that you've just gotten lucky and have always bailed each other. The Dead End Express aren't the greatest tag team in this company, you just had your old man do most of the work for you against those teams. You didn't beat me or Somnia, because your family saved you once again- and it took, what's his name, Clancy? To take me out with outside interference.
And trust me, I didn't forget about that.
You're not a fighter, Hank. You're a coward who pretends to be one. A man that hides behind the number of his family to succeed- a second-generation wrestler that will fade into obscurity.
And I can imagine it now, Haggard- You believe you have the advantage. You don't think for a second that some “scrawny, pretty face” from San Diego can match your roughness or is prepared for such a brutal fight.
And that's what'll make it all the more satisfying once I stand over your lifeless body, your blood covering my pretty face while I raise MY championship above you.
At Royal Crown, I'm going to maul you- like I did Somnia, like I did Smith, like I did Nova. Then I'm going to tear your brothers and father to pieces. I'm going to make an example out of the Haggards for everyone who dares challenge my throne.
I am the Shining Star, the one who will make sure this company's future is bright- and out of your disease-riddled hands.
And after that? You'll go back where you belong: on a farm, raising cattle.
Not in my FUCKING ring.
I knew after the violent war that I experienced with Ana Somnia, that after I almost ripped her arm from her shoulder to win the Infinite Pro World Championship- I now carried the fate of a growing, evolving promotion in my hands. I now am who decides this company's future.
I also immediately recognized the target that was painted on my back once The Dead End Express decided to make their presence known- and I'm going to make them wish they never did.
It's a tale that everyone knows: The hunter becomes the hunted. Now that I slayed the once-undefeated dragon in Ana Somnia and took my reward, others are now taking their chance at me. Winning a title is hard, but defending it is even harder. The problem for the hunter, however, is that he doesn't realize how dangerous cornered prey can become.
I didn't expect much intelligence out of the vile, teeth-missing spawn of the Haggard lineage. The bar was already at the ground- and yet, somehow, you dug yourself a deeper hole.
I expected you to make this choice of match type something that would benefit you. Something that would allow your brothers and halfway-in-the-grave father to get involved like they always do. Instead? You decide on a Taipei Deathmatch, tying our hands up in glue and glass- Which limits most of your moveset as you rely on your hands where it barely puts a dent in mine.
And then you thought you were smart by keeping us encased in the ring with glass panels. But the only thing you managed to do was trap yourself with me and keep your family on the outside.
But that's the thing about you Haggards, isn't it? None of you have ever been good at thinking things through. Your father built a “career”, if you can even call it that, out of throwing himself wildly and stupidly into danger, tearing himself to shreds, and worrying your poor mother for at best a $15 Applebee's Gift Card. Now he can barely even walk. Then there's you and your brothers, you've been following in the footsteps of your worthless father since 2010- And where has that gotten you? No notable accolades to your names, nothing of worth, certainly not a memorable legacy as any of you pretend that you have. Building a facade like so many others here has in order to seem more important, more like what you wish that you were.
But look at you now, Hank. After more than a decade of getting kicked out of bingo halls and high school gyms and getting paid in handshakes and enough quarters to buy yourself a pack of Marlboros from the nearest gas station- You've finally made it to the big leagues. You have a chance at now winning your first ever World Championship, you FINALLY now have the chance to honor your family's legacy and now bring something that finally matters to the table so your daddy will finally love you.
That's not going to happen. Unfortunately for you, this is the part where reality doesn't align with your fantasies.
Hank, despite the way you attempt to present yourself as this unpredictable and unhinged man, it isn't hard to see through you. You may not act like it, but you're desperate for approval. Desperate for respect. You want you and your family's name to be feared, after all you practically screamed for attention in that little promo of yours before Night of Champions. Just begging for the Haggard name to finally be acknowledged as something more than a has-been and his useless children. Yet you've done NOTHING but show that you deserve none of it.
I looked into your eyes as I signed the dotted line for our match. I saw the anger, the confusion as you realized that I wasn't afraid of you for a second.
For the longest time in Infinite Pro, you've terrorized the company. You claim that the Haggards have been dominant- but all I see is that you've just gotten lucky and have always bailed each other. The Dead End Express aren't the greatest tag team in this company, you just had your old man do most of the work for you against those teams. You didn't beat me or Somnia, because your family saved you once again- and it took, what's his name, Clancy? To take me out with outside interference.
And trust me, I didn't forget about that.
You're not a fighter, Hank. You're a coward who pretends to be one. A man that hides behind the number of his family to succeed- a second-generation wrestler that will fade into obscurity.
And I can imagine it now, Haggard- You believe you have the advantage. You don't think for a second that some “scrawny, pretty face” from San Diego can match your roughness or is prepared for such a brutal fight.
And that's what'll make it all the more satisfying once I stand over your lifeless body, your blood covering my pretty face while I raise MY championship above you.
At Royal Crown, I'm going to maul you- like I did Somnia, like I did Smith, like I did Nova. Then I'm going to tear your brothers and father to pieces. I'm going to make an example out of the Haggards for everyone who dares challenge my throne.
I am the Shining Star, the one who will make sure this company's future is bright- and out of your disease-riddled hands.
And after that? You'll go back where you belong: on a farm, raising cattle.
Not in my FUCKING ring.
