A fitting end…
…to a perfect beginning.
Tyler Black here again, and I’m calling it doomsday for now—the night where nightmares came to life. Basking in the reflection of red(neck) blood, we took the first step in breathing alive our revolution. Now, lungs have air and Briscoes have gaping holes in what was an impenetrable coat of armor. Whatever they expected, however they prepared, it was of no consequence. We took what was ours, and in less than 10 minutes changed everything everyone thought they knew about the Briscoe brothers, about professional wrestling, and about life.
We were present in full. I thank those who have chosen the path we have unveiled thus far. Friends, this is just the beginning. Your colors are a sign of strength. Keep your heads held high and your fists in the air. Spread the word. With your continued support, we’ll lead the way and apathetically mow down those who choose the cesspool of simple-minded decay over the fall.
Jay and Mark were just the first examples, set now in stone.
Let hope be your catalyst. Saw off that anchor of fear, and let go of the chains that wrap your wrists. Comfort is not an excuse any more. There is a better way to live your life.
The Era of Honor died with the completion of Project 161. We’ve entered a new age; a time for you to seek revenge on the persecutors and the enablers of yesterday’s cerebral holocaust, and we are your helping hand.
This site has been and will continue to be your source for all things revolution. Keep checking your emails. Keep reading my words, and keep responding. Keep checking out the website for new information and new steps to take. A long road lies ahead, but the risk is well worth the reward. If you haven’t noticed already, we stick to our guns. ;)
We are the Age Of The Fall. And we’re glad to have you on board.