Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2016 12:50:20 GMT
The camera pans across a western saloon. The place is rather quiet, surprisingly, as we see no one behind the bar or sitting by the tables. The camera slowly takes a look down at the ground, where we see the reason of the silence - motionless bodies of countless cowboys.
"Welcome to my world," a deep voice states. The camera quickly finds the source of the statement, sitting by a table in the darkest corner of the saloon. It moves closer to the masked man known as El Proscrito, who puts his still smoking six shooter on the table.
"My name is El Proscrito... the outlaw. And if you know anything about America around 1880s, you've learned to know and fear my name and all that goes with it. I was a sinful man, one that made rich men poor and turned good wives into widows... I thought I owned the world, and I was not far from the truth. Until that one day in El Paso, when the men of law finally got their wish and gunned me down."
El Proscrito raises his index finger. "But I didn't remain dead for long."
He chuckles ironically as he opens the cylinder of his revolver and proceeds to put brand new bullets in it.
"For the Lord had bigger plans for me. He told me I would come back to Earth, neither living, nor dead, wondering among the people with one simple task. To bring justice... where there is none."
The gun clicks as the full cylinder falls back in its place.
"It makes perfect sense, doesn't it? Who else should be the punisher of all evil men... than the one who used to be the worst of them all?"
Proscrito puts his weapon back into his sheath and folds his arms across the chest.
"I've taken down the worst of the worst everywhere I stepped my foot... and now, my feet have led me here. To Pollomania... Of course, my mission remains the same. This place reeks of evil and desperately needs a hero, who isn't scared of putting his money where his mouth is. Pollomania gets a brand new sheriff, a one you cannot bribe, scare, or even kill. In my first match in Pollomania, I intend to show you just how hard to bring down I am..."
El Proscrito stands up and slowly walks towards the saloon door, his shoes making heavy thuds.
"While you all claw towards W's to put in your win-loss records, I will walk steadily towards proving my point, towards making a statement. And while you all chase titles..."
He turns around to face the camera one last time.
"...I will be bringing justice."
The Saint of Killers leaves throught the saloon door and the scene fades to black.
"Welcome to my world," a deep voice states. The camera quickly finds the source of the statement, sitting by a table in the darkest corner of the saloon. It moves closer to the masked man known as El Proscrito, who puts his still smoking six shooter on the table.
"My name is El Proscrito... the outlaw. And if you know anything about America around 1880s, you've learned to know and fear my name and all that goes with it. I was a sinful man, one that made rich men poor and turned good wives into widows... I thought I owned the world, and I was not far from the truth. Until that one day in El Paso, when the men of law finally got their wish and gunned me down."
El Proscrito raises his index finger. "But I didn't remain dead for long."
He chuckles ironically as he opens the cylinder of his revolver and proceeds to put brand new bullets in it.
"For the Lord had bigger plans for me. He told me I would come back to Earth, neither living, nor dead, wondering among the people with one simple task. To bring justice... where there is none."
The gun clicks as the full cylinder falls back in its place.
"It makes perfect sense, doesn't it? Who else should be the punisher of all evil men... than the one who used to be the worst of them all?"
Proscrito puts his weapon back into his sheath and folds his arms across the chest.
"I've taken down the worst of the worst everywhere I stepped my foot... and now, my feet have led me here. To Pollomania... Of course, my mission remains the same. This place reeks of evil and desperately needs a hero, who isn't scared of putting his money where his mouth is. Pollomania gets a brand new sheriff, a one you cannot bribe, scare, or even kill. In my first match in Pollomania, I intend to show you just how hard to bring down I am..."
El Proscrito stands up and slowly walks towards the saloon door, his shoes making heavy thuds.
"While you all claw towards W's to put in your win-loss records, I will walk steadily towards proving my point, towards making a statement. And while you all chase titles..."
He turns around to face the camera one last time.
"...I will be bringing justice."
The Saint of Killers leaves throught the saloon door and the scene fades to black.