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OOC: Unfortunately my GMPW save got corrupted and I had to delete it. While I thought about just re-creating everything up to the point I lost the save that sounded like too much work so I lost interest. While trying to pick something new to work on I saw episodic hardcore under the product list in the editor. This sounded too cool not to give it a try so here we are. I hope you enjoy this as much as I have so far.

 

 

 

 

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July, 2019

Montrose, PA

 

 

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As he lounged on the couch in his lake front home Chris Caulfield couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Not bad for a guy who fell off ladders and took chair shots to the head for a living” he thought to himself. But the immense pride in what he helped build, all those years as the face of Danger And Violence Extreme Wrestling barely afforded him a living at all. It was his years of service in USPW that paid for this place and he knew it. These days his in-ring appearances have become few and far between. It had been months after his release and the phone calls from promoters had become less and less frequent. Mostly it was crooked backyard promoters that wanted him to jump off balconies and crash through tables, and he was far too old for that sh%t. “Low life bottom feeders trying to profit off of that last ounce of DAVE nostalgia. F&%k those guys”. Funny thing is that in his youth he would have jumped at any opportunity to be seen. He would take damn near any booking, despite what it did to his body but after years in USPW he was set financially. He never needed to work another show again if he didn’t want to. Of course he never did this for the money, it was for the love of the business. But now most of his days were spent fishing just like this particular afternoon…

 

 

 

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The water was clear and calm on this warm sunny day. For a summer afternoon it was surprisingly cool. Chris casted out his line and reclined back in his chair, tilting his head back to catch the warmth from the sun on his face. As he relaxed with his thoughts he began to doze off…

 

 

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As he slipped off into a deeper sleep he dreamt of his early days in wrestling. Long before he was a household name. He recalled his first match. The boys in the back ribbed him for hours about how much it sucked but he was damn proud that day. As the minutes ticked by so did the early years of his wrestling career. From his time on the indies to the beginning of DAVE, the rise of DAVE and ultimately the demise of DAVE and then when USPW came calling…

 

 

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Suddenly Chris was awakened by the loud zip of a fishing line. He had a bite! He jumped to his feet, grabbed the rod and pulled upward, hooking the fish. As the rod bowed Chris knew this was a big one. For a good 15 minutes Chris fought with the fish, eventually reeling it onto the boat. Trout, he loved trout and this one was a good 18-20 pounder.

 

 

It’s strange how small, oftentimes insignificant events can spark something in a person. Chris had felt alive for the first time in months fighting with that trout. He used to be a fighter, that was why DAVE was so successful, the whole roster were fighters. He had lost that after years of that USPW guaranteed money. He had forgotten what it was like to be hardcore. And that was what wrestling was missing these days - Hardcore. Not blood and violence, there was plenty of that, but to be truly hardcore. To bust your ass every day to make a name for yourself despite no one wanting you, to go against the grain of what everyone else deemed as entertainment, to throw a big middle finger up to mainstream culture, to offer people something truly different. Now that was the real hardcore.

 

 

Full of renewed vigor, Chris sped back to his dock and tied up his boat. He had so many ideas swirling through his head he had to write some of this stuff down. But more importantly he remembered a conversation with an old friend years back. It was about time he paid that friend a visit.

 

 

The Hardcore American has finally come home...

 

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August, 2020

Fort Worth, TX

 

 

 

 

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As Chris Caulfiled drove his rental car down the long dirt road leading to his destination he was greeted by hundreds of heads of cattle on either side of the road. “F%$king Texas, ha - sure as hell aren’t in Philly anymore”. The road winded through some trees revealing more fences and fields of cattle. The road seemed to go on for miles. One last turn through some trees and his destination was in sight. Just up the road a bit was a large homestead among several other buildings. “God damn RDJ, you’ve done pretty good for yourself!”

 

 

 

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Chris pulled into the large drive and made his way toward the main house. Parking near the front walkway that led to the front door. Before he could knock the door opens and out walks his old friend Ricky Dale Johnson, looking as scruffy and grizzled as the lead bad guy in one of those old spaghetti westerns.

 

 

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Chris: “How’s it going you inbred redneck piece of sh$t!”

 

 

RDJ: “Pretty good you dumb worthless yankee son of a bitch!”

 

 

Both men let out a hearty laugh and bump fists

 

 

RDJ: “Took you long enough to get here, let me guess, you’ve been busy fishin?”

 

 

Chris: “Everyday man, every day. That’s what livin the dream is all about right?”

 

 

RDJ: “You better believe it. This place right here was my dream, what I worked so hard for and finally I’ve had some time to enjoy it!”

 

 

Chris: “Well you earned it RDJ, you gave your life to this business. I still remember the first time we met. Was it 20 some years ago. We were both booked in the same town. You didn’t think some little yankee f$%k as you so eloquently put it could go shot for shot with you but I did.”

 

 

RDJ: “And we’ve been drinking buddies ever since! Speaking of, get your ass inside, I got a bottle of the good stuff with our name on it!”

 

 

 

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A few hours and several glasses of whisky later…

 

 

 

RDJ: “So cut the sh%t Chris, as much as I love catching up and as happy as I am to see an old friend why did you really come out to see me? Especially on a weekend where the Misses is gone.”

 

 

Chris: “Well the truth is I miss the business. Not the grand spectacle of USPW, I don’t miss that at all but the good parts of the business. Making new stars, helping guys reach their potential, not being afraid to do stuff differently.”

 

 

RDJ: “Sounds like you miss DAVE. Looks like you need a time machine, hardcore isn’t as popular as it once was. This is the land of PG nowadays.”

 

 

Chris: “I get it man, hardcore isn’t what it once was, but what if we brought it back. The no f%#ks given attitude, the cult like following, a true alternative. I mena come on, I know that sounds appealing, you came up in that mid-south style, you were hardcore before hardcore was a thing.”

 

RDJ: “Yeah, I had my share of bloody brawls back in the day but I’m not so sure somethin like DAVE could work now.”

 

 

Chris: “Sure it could, the country is as divided as ever, people are sick of the same old sh$t. They need an alternative now more than ever. What if we took the best parts of DAVE and focused on really great long term stories.Good stories are what got us all hooked on this business in the first place and good stories are desperately needed in this day and age.”

 

 

RDJ: “I admit it that does sound interestin, not sure what I have to do with any of this though.”

 

 

Chris: “ It has everything to do with you. If the two of us put all our knowledge together there isn’t any staff of writers or any million dollar creative team that could touch us. Together we could make something special. Plus I see right through your bull sh%t, you’re bored out of your ass sitting at home. You miss the business, don’t even lie about it.”

 

 

RDJ: “Okay, guilty as charged. I do miss it, but I made a promise to the wife that my days on the road are done.”

 

 

Chris: “That’s not an issue, if we do this, we do it right. I can get us a deal to stream shows and events on the internet and I would want to keep this manageable so one show a week and one big event a month. That would mean you would be away from home five to six days a month max. Creative meetings and all that other sh%t can be done from your computer.”

 

 

RDJ: “Damnit Chris, you make a hell of an argument and I think the wife would be happy that I was doing something with my time besides drinkin. F$%k it, I’m in. Where do we start?”

 

 

Chris: “I need a million dollars.”

 

 

RDJ: “..............................................”

 

 

Chris: “I’m putting up a million myself as well. We will be equal partners, split all profits, if we ever turn one 50/50. You’ve madetwenty times that in your career you cheap f$%k.”

 

 

RDJ: “I ain’t cheap, I’m frugal assh$le! Fine, I’ll wire the money in a couple of days. You got yourself a deal! No let’s talk about the roster first, I’ve got some guys in mind…”

 

 

 

They shake hands as RDJ pours both men another drink...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Phoenix Wrestling Company

Philadelphia, PA

Product: Episodic Hardcore

Schedule: Full Time

 

 

Weekly Show

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2 Hours every Wednesday

 

 

 

Titles:

 

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PWC Championship - PWC Internet Championship

 

 

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PWC Extreme Championship - PWC Tag Team Championship

 

 

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PWC King Of Pain Championship (Deathmatch Tournament) - PWC Top Dog Championship (Technical Wrestling Tournament)

 

 

Monthly Events:

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Roster:

 

 

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“Glorious” Logan Wolfsbane - Moroi - Babau

 

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Mexico’s Finest - LatiNoFear - MexiCain

 

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“Sultan Of Suplexes” Hammer Hadley - Wes Revell - Buck Winchester

 

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Andrew Harper - The Behemoth (Doug Peak) - “El Loco” Manny Alvarez

 

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Hiroshi Morisue - Battle Sakata - “Southern Psycho” Animal Harker

 

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“The Blonde Bomber” Jerry Martin - “BMF” Harlem Haynes - Cockroach Carter

 

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Martyr - Wicked Lester - Bob Casey

 

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Austin Smooth - Otis Von Batternberg - Sasquatch McGraw

 

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Mobstar - Gravedigga - Texas Hangman

 

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“Hellbilly Maniac” Mercy Michaels - Ricky Turner - Jebediah - Nate DeMarcus

 

 

 

 

 

Owners / Booking Team / On Air Personalities

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Chris Caulfield (General Manager) - Ricky Dale Johnson (Commissioner Of Violence)

 

Staff:

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Ed Monton (Road Agent) - Xander Summer (Referee) - David Poker (Referee)

 

Broadcast Team:

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Dane O’Hara (Announcer) - Honest Frank (Color)

 

Managers

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Carl Batch (Dead Men Walking) - Clare South (Animal Harker) - February Malaise (Jebediah & Ricky Turner)

 

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Travis Century (Texas Hangman) - Gianna DeMarco (Austin Smooth) - Shane Sneer (Brothers In Vengeance) - Marina Del Ray (Hammer Hadley)

 

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(Harker, Michaels, Carter, South)

 

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(Wolfsbane, Smooth, Harper, DeMarco)

 

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(Mexico’s Finest, MexiCain, LatiNoFear)

 

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(Wicked Lester, Martyr, The Behemoth, Moroi, Babau)

 

 

 

Tag Teams

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(McGraw and Von Battenberg)

 

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(Moroi and Babau)

 

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(Mobstar and Gravedigga)

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(Turner and Jebediah)

 

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(MexiCain and LatiNoFear)

 

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(Winchester and Revell)

 

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(Morisue and Sakata)

 

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(Michaels and Carter)

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Well smack my ass and color me intrigued.

 

Nice to have you following along. Since this is a rare storyline based product from me consider yourself I'll be going off the rails a little bit.

 

Finally a American promotion diary from you.

 

Once in a blue moon I have to step out of CV Japan.

 

Montrose, PA you say? My backyard. I'm in.

 

Welcome aboard, I hope you enjoy the mayhem.

 

 

 

 

 

Just an fyi, Part 2 is up now for anyone interested

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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="smw88" data-cite="smw88" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="52305" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>This looks really fun, will be following.</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Glad you like it so far, thanks for following along!</p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Herrbear" data-cite="Herrbear" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="52305" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Nice start. Love the graphics. I'm in even though hardcore is not my genre.</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Thanks, glad you like the graphics! I hope the storylines keep you interested since your not a fan of hardcore.</p>
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="willr0ck" data-cite="willr0ck" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="52305" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="qi9yUX9.png" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/qi9yUX9.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div><p></p><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> I absolutely love this, haha. And I bet CL does! That scoundrel!</p>
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A camera zooms in on a dimly lit cabin somewhere deep in the woods shrouded in darkness. The faint flicker of candle light can be seen from a distance coming from inside the cabin getting brighter and brighter as the mysterious camera man walks closer and closer to the entrance of the cabin.

 

 

As the camera man makes his way inside the cabin the camera zooms in on a pentagram carved into the blood soaked wooden floor.

 

 

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Suddenly a mysterious voice calls out…

 

 

“So you decided to join us, I didn’t think you would accept our invitation.”

 

 

As the camera pans upward five mysterious figures are shown gathered around the pentagram. These five men are members of the Ministry Of The Damned and the strange man speaking is their leader, Wicked Lester. A professional wrestler and known Satanist.

 

 

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Wicked Lester is flanked by his top Lieutenant and self proclaimed serial killer, Martyr and his muscle, a man said to be a demon soldier from hell, Behemoth. To either side of them are Babau and Moroi, two men wearing sadistic looking masks straight out of a horror movie.

 

 

Wicked Lester: “I brought you here today to show the world the darkness that is coming. My master has sat back, lying in the shadows for far too long. Now is the time for evil to walk among us! There is a reckoning happening and you’re here to deliver this warning to the people. No longer shall you bow down to false Gods and prophets, for there is only one master you must serve, the master of darkness. The King Of Pain, The Demon King.... Oh he has many names.”

 

 

Lester lets out a sadistic laugh, pulls a knife out of his belt and proceeds to carve a pentagram in his chest. He smiles with glee as the blood runs down his chest, soaking into the wooden floor.

 

 

Wicked Lester: “For those of you that doubt his power prepare for a world of suffering, oh so much glorious suffering. For those that wish to serve our dark lord, bare witness to his power and his protection...:”

 

 

Lester pulls out a bottle of lighter fluid and squirts it all over his chest, head and arm. He flashes another evil smile as he strikes a match against the heel of his boot. He holds the match close to his body…

 

 

Wicker Lester: “All mighty lord of darkness give me your protection!!!!!!!”

 

 

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Lester brings the lit match closer to his body igniting the lighter fluid. Now emblazoned in flames he walks closer to the camera, laughing maniacally as the screen cuts to the Ministry Of The Damned logo and eventually fades to black.

 

 

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An old pickup rambles down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere as Hank Williams Jr plays in the background.

 

 

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There is a large, muscular man with a shaved head and green beard driving. He takes a can of Copenhagen out of his pocket, thumps it a few times and puts a big chunk of dip under his bottom lip.

 

 

“Now you see, I'm a fighter. I've always been a fighter. The few times when I have been at peace, I've been miserable. I want to be challenged, I crave it, embrace it even. See I ain’t the nice type and I God damn sure ain’t the peaceful type. My idea of fun is takin down a 12 pack then going out to the bar and seein if anyone is man enough to have go at me. Peace, well peace is dull, it takes the edge off and I live on the edge. My name is Animal Harker, one of the craziest sons of bitches you ever gone meet. I’m comin to PWC and I’m lookin for a fight! "

 

 

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I'm intrigued!

 

Minor thing I noticed, it says Carl Batch is managing Texas Hangman but there's a picture of a preacher instead of Batch. Wasn't sure if that was an error or not since Batch was listed as the manager of Dead Men Walking as well

 

 

Yeah, that was a screw up on my part. It was supposed to be Travis Century managing Texas Hangman. It was like 6:30am when I put that together so I blame that on my coffee not kicking in yet.

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Disclaimer: The following promotional material is the sole property of the Gamechangers. The thoughts and opinions herein are not in any way associated with Phoenix Wrestling Company or its subsidiaries.

 

 

 

Ocean City, New Jersey

 

 

 

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Three muscular men dressed in suits are walking down the boardwalk. The three of them start intently at the camera. There is an air of confidence, almost arrogance about them. They look intently into the camera until the youngest one breaks eye contact to check out a couple of attractive ladies walking by. He winks and flashes a smile.

 

 

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These three men are Austin Smooth, Logan Wolfsbane and Andrew Harper and together they make up the professional wrestling stable the Game Changers.

 

 

Logan: “What exactly is a game changer you ask. A game changer is an event, idea, or procedure that affects a significant shift in the current manner of doing or thinking about something. You see the three of us, we are the Game Changers. We are here to single handedly change the entire landscape of professional wrestling. Never before have you seen a trio of the most talented, the most gifted, the most skilled and the toughest wrestlers work together for one goal…”

 

 

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Logan walks up to one of those knock down the cans type carnival games, grabs a baseball and without even breaking eye contact with the camera throws the ball. The camera follows his throw as he knocks down every can with an utterly perfect throw.

 

 

Logan: “And that goal is to dominate every facet of the industry. We will win every belt, we will destroy every foe and we will impose our will until you are down on your knees begging us to share the spotlight.”

 

 

Austin Smooth leans into the frame and begins to speak…

 

 

Austin: “But we never will. Because once we take over, the fact of the matter is that there isn’t anyone worthy of being billed next to us. Hell, they aren’t even worthy of being in our shadow.”

 

 

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Austin walks over to another carnival game, this one a basketball shooting type game. The other men follow. Austin takes one of the basketballs and tosses it one handed over his head and makes a perfect shot.

 

 

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Gianna DeMarco, a beautiful young blonde woman walks into the frame and puts her arms around Austin Smooth.

 

 

Gianna: “Ladies take a look at your man, now take a look at these three. Now look back at your man. That feeling you have in the pit of your stomach right now, that’s shame. You're ashamed to be with that loser. You wish you could land someone of the caliber of these three.”

 

 

Gianna lets out a wicked laugh…

 

 

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The group continues to yet another carnival game. This one is one of those old test of strength games with the sledgehammer and the bell at the top of a tower. Andrew Harper grabs a sledgehammer and swings with all his might. The impact is so hard that the bell rips off the top of the tower and flies a good 20 feet into the air.

 

 

Andrew: “But you can’t because when you're a game changer, if you're not a hard 10, you're not worth our time.”

 

 

The four of them stare intently into the camera…

 

 

Logan: “Let this be a warning to anyone who decides to step into our ring, The Game Changers are coming to PWC and there isn’t a damn thing any of you can do about it.”

 

 

The screen fades to black and the Game Changers logo appears…

 

 

 

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Presentation and story in this are wayy up. Great work! I look forward to when your posts come up.

 

Thanks, glad you are enjoying it! I'm loving your ECW diary as well. Top notch presentation there as well!

 

This has been amazing so far and there hasn't even been a show yet!

 

Glad you are enjoying it! I wanted to build up some of the characters before running a show.

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Parts Unknown

 

 

 

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A camera follows along a winding dimly lit path in the woods on a cold, foggy night. There is an ominous, even sinister feeling in the air…

 

 

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Eventually the path leads to a clearing, In the distance you can see that the path leads to an old graveyard. The moonlight shines perfectly over the graveyard as if it was a natural spotlight. The moonbeams flash a sparkle of light off of the old, worn tombstones as if they were newly polished. Directly in the middle of the graveyard, flanked on either side by crypts and vaults of influential families long gone from this earth is a large wooden gallows for hangings.

 

 

 

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Standing atop the gallows are two dimly lit figures. One huge in stature and one much smaller. The smaller one is clenching a Bible as if he was drowning and this was his life raft. The large one stands behind him staring intently at the camera. His gaze so powerful that you would believe he could turn living men to stone with one look.

 

 

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The preacher’s name is Travis Century and his acolyte is the Texas Hangman, the self proclaimed angel of death. Century opens the Bible, flipping through the pages before he lifts his head up to speak…

 

 

Century: “I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth…

 

Children do not fear the dark, not the cold hand of death for wherever there is dark, there is light and wherever there is death, there is life. All things must have balance. It is I who have become the harbinger for that pale rider. I who am conducting the train of lost souls. For I have been chosen to pass down deliverance. I who have been chosen to walk beside the reaper, deep into the underworld…

 

So again I say do not be afraid, have courage in your heart when you can feel the cold breath of the reaper upon your neck! Abandon your fear and prepare to face your final judgement!”

 

 

 

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The camera zooms in close to the Texas Hangman’s face. He lifts the brim of his hat so that his eyes are visible, they are colorless and lifeless. He grimaces as he begins to speak…

 

 

Hangman: “Have no fear, sinners, saints, murderers and martyrs; whether you’ve pledged your soul to darkness, or to the light, sooner or later you will all be out of time. No one can escape that long, dark walk to the gallows. No one can escape the rope.”

 

 

 

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