THE BROTHERS GLUCK
 From the Mudflats of Mississippi… straight into your nightmares.

Carlton and Chapps Gluck ain’t here to play nice. One’s a surprisingly eloquent wrecking ball in dirty jorts. The other’s a wild-eyed freak with bad intentions and a different way of looking at things. Together? They’re a two-man demolition crew, stomping through tag divisions with nothing but Gluckplexes, splashdowns, and Southern-fried, mud-soaked, booze-fueled chaos.

The Gluck boys first turned heads in the XHF Network back in 2021, cutting a swathe through the tag scene with raw power and shocking technical skill. After dominating the circuit for two brutal years, they took off for Japan in the time-honored rookie excursion—trading blood, sweat, and whiskey for discipline and craft. What came back wasn’t just tough—it was dangerous.

Big. Mean. And almost local (they’re from Picayune, Mississippi), the Glucks were a no-brainer for Eric Dane, who wasted no time offering contracts. Their manager, the ever-opportunistic Daeriq Damien, signed the dotted line before the ink was dry.

They don’t wear gold chains. It’s not their style.
They’re not aesthetically pleasing. They don’t need to be.
 Because when the Glucks roll in, the only thing left standing… is the stench of crushed dreams and bayou violence.

GLUCKPLEXES FOR EVERYBODY.
 MUD HIDES ALL.
  THE SOUTH IS RISING.