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Holly's Stampede LLC, 745 Cherokee Street, Leavenworth, KS (2026)

10/17/2026

It's Saturday Night and y'all know what that means!
DJ Bruce Richards in the booth spinning tunes, getting those line dances going and getting people to sing their hearts out
Jeri Raye Ervin McCaully behind the bar shots, beers and drinks slinging behind the bar

See you tonight!

🎶 I got that sunshine in my pocket 🌞
🎶 Got that good soul in my feet👠
🎶I feel that hot blood in my body 🌡
🎶when it drops🎤

10/15/2026

🎃 10/11/2026 🎃
HALLOWEEN HORROR: THE MONSTERS TURN ON THEMSELVES
20 Players. One Battlefield. No One Can Trust Their Own Monsters.
The darkness had already swallowed the battlefield once before, but tonight, something far more sinister was waiting.
Twenty competitors entered the Halloween Horror tournament, each bringing their own brand of terror. Some were ancient evils. Others were creatures born from nightmares. And a few were monsters who looked perfectly human until the blood began to spill.
But this time, the battlefield had a new trick prepared.
There would be no warning. No escape from what was coming. And no guarantee that the greatest threat would come from an opponent.
The battlefield would learn their fears. Then it would bring those fears to life.
At first, the changes were subtle. Shadows moved when nobody was watching. Familiar voices whispered from the darkness. Faces appeared where they shouldn't have been, and memories long buried clawed their way back to the surface.
Then the screaming began.
The monsters had spent their lives hunting, tormenting, and destroying others. They had built their reputations on fear, believing themselves immune to the very terror they inflicted.
Now, the battlefield was turning that power against them.
Alliances began to crumble. Old rivalries reignited. Suspicion spread faster than the darkness, and even the most calculating killers found themselves questioning what was real.
The rules of survival had changed.
The Monsters Turn on Themselves.
And with twenty players trapped inside a nightmare designed specifically for them, the question was no longer who could create the most fear.
It was who could survive their own.

💀 THE FINAL FOUR: NIGHTMARES UNLEASHED
🥇 1st Place — The Creeper
Jeepers Creepers | Brian
Every 23 years, The Creeper awakens to feast upon humanity for 23 hours. An ancient, winged predator, he possesses a supernatural third nostril that allows him to detect the fear and scent of his prey. With his flight, immense strength, and extraordinary durability, he makes every moment of his brief hunting season count.
But The Creeper doesn't simply kill. He harvests.
The body parts he consumes help regenerate his injuries, while the remains of his victims can become tools, weapons, and grotesque additions to his arsenal.
For a creature that has spent centuries hunting others, the ultimate nightmare would be becoming the hunted.
When the battlefield begins filling with the scent of something unfamiliar, The Creeper's instincts take over. Something is out there, something he cannot easily track, something that seems to know exactly where he is.
For the first time, the predator begins to wonder whether he has finally encountered a hunter greater than himself.
And if his own instincts turn against him, even The Creeper may discover that the most dangerous beast in the darkness isn't always the one with the sharpest claws.
🥈 2nd Place — Imhotep
The Mummy I & II | Scott Kennedy
Once a high-ranking Egyptian high priest, Imhotep committed the ultimate sacrilege for love. After conspiring to murder Pharaoh, he watched his beloved Anck-su-namun take her own life. Desperate to resurrect her, he attempted to use forbidden ancient magic, only to be captured and condemned to the horrific Curse of Hom-Dai.
Entombed alive, he endured centuries of darkness until his accidental resurrection unleashed an ancient evil upon the modern world.
Imhotep commands supernatural powers, summons devastating plagues, manipulates the elements, and hunts those who disturb his rest. His ultimate goal remains unchanged: restore his lost love, no matter how many lives must be sacrificed.
But the battlefield has discovered the one weakness buried beneath all that power.
Love.
As the shadows shift, Imhotep hears a voice he has spent thousands of years longing to hear. A familiar face emerges through the darkness, promising him everything he has sacrificed his soul to reclaim.
Yet something is wrong.
The battlefield twists the memory, turning devotion into desperation and hope into suspicion. Is this truly Anck-su-namun, or is his greatest desire being used against him?
For an immortal priest who has conquered death itself, the cruelest punishment may be forcing him to question whether the love driving him forward is real—or merely another curse.
🥉 3rd Place — Patrick Bateman
American Psycho | James Quick
Patrick Bateman is the picture of perfection: wealthy, handsome, meticulously groomed, and obsessed with designer clothing, expensive restaurants, physical fitness, and an elaborate skincare routine.
Beneath that polished exterior lies a deeply disturbed man whose apparent double life involves brutal acts of torture and murder. Yet the reality of his crimes remains shrouded in ambiguity, leaving the line between his actions and his possible hallucinations dangerously uncertain.
Bateman believes himself superior to the people around him. He measures worth through appearance, status, money, and power. His carefully constructed identity is the armor protecting him from a world he struggles to understand.
But what happens when the battlefield takes away the one thing he cannot live without?
Control.
Suddenly, the faces surrounding him begin to change. His reflection looks unfamiliar. The people he despises appear to be laughing at him, and voices from his past question his intelligence, his masculinity, and his carefully maintained image.
Worse still, he cannot determine whether any of it is real.
For a man whose greatest fear may be that he is insignificant, ordinary, or completely unseen, the battlefield creates a psychological prison with no obvious exit.
Bateman has always wanted to be the person holding the knife.
Now, he must decide whether the monster staring back at him is someone he can control—or someone he has never truly understood.
☘️ 4th Place — The Leprechaun
Lubdan | Shaun
Small in stature but enormous in malice, Lubdan is a vengeful, murderous creature whose obsession with his stolen or threatened gold has fueled countless bloody rampages.
Dressed in traditional green Irish attire, with red hair, rotten teeth, and green blood, the Leprechaun possesses dark magic capable of teleportation, levitation, shapeshifting, illusions, and reality manipulation. His supernatural strength, near-immortality, and ability to reattach severed body parts make him extraordinarily difficult to destroy.
He may grant wishes through his treasured gold coins, but his gifts almost always come with a deadly twist.
He enjoys strong alcohol, smoking his pipe, eating bugs, shining shoes, and punishing anyone foolish enough to touch his treasure.
But for all his magical power, the Leprechaun has one obsession that can override everything else.
His gold.
When the battlefield begins changing, Lubdan discovers that his treasure has vanished. In its place are empty chests, mocking laughter, and footprints leading into the shadows.
Then he sees another figure carrying his gold.
A thief.
A rival.
Perhaps even someone he once trusted.
His temper erupts. His magic twists the battlefield, and every shadow becomes a potential enemy. But the more he attacks, the more the illusion multiplies, surrounding him with endless versions of the one thing he cannot tolerate: someone else possessing what belongs to him.
For a creature who has survived centuries through cunning and cruelty, greed may finally become the trap he cannot escape.
And if the battlefield can convince Lubdan that everyone is after his gold, it may not need to defeat him at all.
It may only need to let his paranoia do the work.

⚡ WHEN THE HUNT BECOMES A NIGHTMARE
Four monsters have risen to the top, but none of them can afford to believe that reaching the final four makes them safe.
The Creeper hunts by instinct. Imhotep is driven by a love that refuses to die. Patrick Bateman clings to an identity that may be crumbling before his eyes. And the Leprechaun would rather destroy everything than surrender his treasure.
Each has a weakness.
Each has a fear.
And every one of them has something the battlefield can use against them.
As the nightmare deepens, the monsters begin turning on one another. A whisper becomes an accusation. An illusion becomes a threat. A threat becomes a fight.
The battlefield doesn't care who started the violence. It only cares who survives it.
Because this Halloween, the monsters aren't simply competing against twenty players.
They're competing against the darkest parts of themselves.
And when the final screams fade, only one question will remain:
When monsters become their own worst enemies, who is left standing?
🎃 THE HORROR CONTINUES... 🎃
Hollis Stampede Open Daily • 9:00 AM to 2:00 AM
💀 Halloween Horror Battles
Sundays • 7:00 PM
Thursdays • 8:00 PM
Heroes will rise.
Villains will strike.
Monsters will hunt.
Every battle matters.
And in Halloween Horror...
you never know what is waiting in the dark. 🎃👻

10/11/2026

Everyone loves a fright night
To get in touch with your inner evil, you must shoot to kill
Only the top 4 will make it into the tombs of horrors, but only one can win in this battle of the beasts
💋

"No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering." — Pinhead, Hellraiser (1987)

10/10/2026

Gonna get everything started
Jeri Raye Ervin McCaully behind the bar at 6 o'clock
$13 for buckets of 5 select domestic
$0.25 off of ALL SHOTS 🥃
Bruce Richards getting the system up and going by 9. Music requests, karaoke, and line dance are all ready to pumped through the speakers

🎶And since the day I left Milwaukee 🍺
🎶 Lynchburg and Bordeaux, France🍷
🎶 Been making the bars🎶
🎶💰Lots of big money💰🎶

10/09/2026

🎃 HORROR TAKES HOLD AT 🎃
🎃 HOLLIS STAMPEDE 🎃
🎃 10/08/2026 🎃

Seventeen Players. Four Finalists. One Night of Pure Terror.
The darkness had barely settled over Hollis Stampede when the atmosphere began to change. The familiar battlefield was swallowed by creeping fog, twisted shadows, and the unsettling feeling that something wicked had followed the competitors through the gates.
This time, the threat wasn't coming from heroes or villains.
It was coming from the things that haunted nightmares.
Seventeen players entered the Halloween Horror battle, each bringing their own brand of terror. Some were masters of psychological warfare. Others relied on supernatural abilities, ancient curses, or the simple, terrifying fact that they refused to stay dead.
As the competition unfolded, alliances became dangerous, fear became a weapon, and the line between madness and strategy grew thinner with every passing moment.
But when the shadows finally began to clear, four names remained above the rest.
And at the top of the standings sat a creature who had turned the entire battlefield into his personal playground.
🥇 1st Place — BEETLEJUICE
Player: Sam
Somewhere in the darkness, chaos had found its favorite player.
Beetlejuice.
Sinister, mischievous, obnoxious, and completely unpredictable, the self-proclaimed bio-exorcist had turned the battlefield into his personal playground. While other competitors tried to hide, plan, and calculate their next move, Beetlejuice seemed to take genuine pleasure in making everything worse.
Conventional combat meant very little to a creature who could bend the rules of the living world to suit his own twisted sense of humor. Just when another competitor thought they had figured him out, Beetlejuice would change the game entirely.
A carefully planned strategy could become a disaster. A promising advantage could disappear in an instant. And somewhere in the fog, that unmistakable, manic laughter would echo through the trees.
“Heeheeheehee!”
The more unpredictable the battle became, the more Beetlejuice seemed to thrive.
Was it genius? Was it madness? Or was everyone else simply playing a game that Beetlejuice had already decided to break?
Whatever the answer, Sam's ghostly troublemaker climbed his way into first place, proving that sometimes the most dangerous thing on a battlefield isn't a weapon.
It's a complete lack of rules.
And Beetlejuice had never been particularly fond of rules.
🥈 2nd Place — CANDYMAN
Player: Big Mike
“I am the writing on the wall, the whisper in the classroom. Without these things, I am nothing. So now, I must shed innocent blood. Come with me.”
Some monsters are created by science. Others are born from madness.
Candyman was born from cruelty, hatred, and a mob that believed it could destroy a legend by destroying the man behind it.
His right hand was severed. His body was covered in honey. He was left to endure a slow, agonizing death as swarm after swarm of bees descended upon him.
But the mob made one fatal mistake.
They believed death would silence him.
Instead, their cruelty gave birth to something far more terrifying.
Now, his hook serves as a reminder of the injustice that created him, while the bees that once brought about his suffering have become instruments of his vengeance. He is more than a man with a weapon. He is a legend sustained by fear, a name whispered in mirrors and passed from one frightened soul to another.
And there is one rule no competitor should ever forget.
Say his name five times, and Candyman will come.
You may hear the buzzing first. You may catch a glimpse of a shadow behind you. Or you may simply realize that the room has grown terribly quiet.
By then, it may already be too late.
Big Mike brought the legend into the battlefield and secured second place, proving that some nightmares don't need to chase their victims.
Sometimes, all they need is to be remembered.
🥉 3rd Place — MICHAEL MYERS
Player: Michael E
“You can't control evil. You can lock it up, burn it, and bury it... but it never will.” — Tommy Doyle, Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers
There are killers who want revenge. There are monsters who crave attention. And then there is Michael Myers.
He doesn't need a grand entrance. He doesn't need to explain himself. He doesn't need to threaten his opponents or announce what he's about to do.
He simply appears.
Behind the expressionless mask lies a presence that seems untouched by fear, pain, or the ordinary limitations of the human body. He walks when others run. He waits when others panic. And no matter how far his opponents believe they have escaped, the feeling of being watched never quite disappears.
The battlefield offered plenty of places to hide, but hiding only bought the other competitors time. Michael's silence was its own kind of psychological warfare. Every distant footstep, every shifting shadow, every glimpse of a pale mask between the trees was enough to send nerves spiraling.
There was no negotiating with him. No appealing to his conscience. No guarantee that even the most carefully executed plan would stop him.
Michael Myers represented the kind of evil that refuses to be explained away.
And when the final standings were revealed, Michael E's relentless slasher claimed third place.
The Shape had once again demonstrated that terror doesn't always need to scream.
Sometimes, it just keeps walking.
🏅 4th Place — DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE
Player: Lamar
In London's West End, in the streets of Soho, a respected physician once devoted his life to understanding the human soul.
Dr. Henry Jekyll was an intelligent, well-established man who believed that good and evil could be separated. He suspected that every person carried opposing forces within them, locked together beneath the surface of civilized behavior.
He wanted to prove it.
His experiments led him to create a serum intended to separate the darker impulses of his personality from the respectable man the world knew.
But the discovery came at a terrible price.
The potion transformed Jekyll into Edward Hyde: younger in appearance, cruel in temperament, remorseless in action, and increasingly consumed by the very evil Jekyll had hoped to isolate.
What began as an experiment in controlling human nature became a struggle for control of his own identity.
On the battlefield, that internal conflict made him a particularly dangerous competitor. Jekyll possessed the calculating mind of a scientist, while Hyde represented the unrestrained brutality of everything Jekyll had tried to suppress.
One personality sought understanding and order.
The other wanted freedom from every restraint.
And with each transformation, the question became more disturbing: Was Jekyll controlling Hyde, or was Hyde slowly erasing Jekyll?
Lamar brought this battle of dual identities into the competition, earning fourth place among seventeen players.
But the true horror of Jekyll and Hyde lies beyond any tournament ranking.
Because while other competitors could look at their enemies and know exactly what they were facing, Jekyll's greatest enemy was always waiting inside himself.
And eventually, the monster might be the only one left.

Four different kinds of terror. Four very different paths to the top.
One conquered chaos. One turned suffering into legend. One embodied relentless evil. And one discovered that the most dangerous monster might be the one hiding within.
But Hollis Stampede has never been a place where the darkness stays contained for long.
Every battle leaves something behind. Sometimes it's a victory. Sometimes it's a grudge. And sometimes, it's a nightmare that refuses to end.
The question isn't whether the horror will return.
The question is what will come through the gates next.
🎃 HALLOWEEN HORROR CONTINUES... 🎃
Seventeen entered.
Four currently lead.
But only the battlefield decides who rises next.
⚡ THE BATTLE CONTINUES... ⚡
Hollis Stampede Open Daily • 9:00 AM to 2:00 AM
💀 Halloween Horror Battles
Sundays • 7:00 PM
Thursdays • 8:00 PM
Heroes will rise.
Villains will strike.
Monsters will hunt.
Every battle matters.
And in Halloween Horror...
you never know what is waiting in the dark. 🎃👻

10/09/2026

🎃 HALLOWEEN HORROR 🎃
🎃 10/04/2026 🎃
The Hunt Begins
Halloween had arrived at Hollis Stampede.
But tonight, the decorations weren't the only things that were frightening.
The latest battle had a theme that seemed almost too fitting for the tournament:
HALLOWEEN HORROR.
Twenty players entered the battlefield.
Twenty different kinds of nightmares.
Some were killers.
Some were monsters.
Some were spirits.
And some were simply people who had proven that the human mind could be every bit as terrifying as anything supernatural.
There were no favorites.
No guarantees.
No one knew who would rise to the top.
The battle began with all twenty players scattered throughout the darkness, each searching for an advantage.
Fog covered the ground.
The trees blocked what little moonlight remained.
Every distant sound could have been another competitor...
or something much worse.
Hours into the battle, the standings began to change.
Players rose.
Players fell.
Some disappeared into the darkness.
Others fought their way forward.
And slowly, four names began to separate themselves from the rest.
Not because they had been chosen.
Not because anyone expected them to win.
They simply survived longer, fought harder, and accumulated enough victories to climb the standings.
And at this point in the battle...
these are the four currently sitting at the top.

🥇 1st — BEETLEJUICE
Sam
Somewhere in the darkness, chaos had found its favorite player.
Beetlejuice.
Sinister, mischievous, obnoxious, and completely unpredictable, the self-proclaimed "bio-exorcist" had turned the battlefield into his personal playground.
While other competitors tried to hide, plan, and calculate their next move, Beetlejuice seemed to enjoy making everything worse.
He could manipulate the living world in ways that made traditional combat nearly impossible to predict.
Every time another player thought they had figured him out...
he changed the rules.
Somewhere beneath the fog, his unmistakable laugh echoed through the trees.
"Heeheeheehee!"
And somehow, through all the madness, Beetlejuice had managed to climb all the way into 1st place.
For now.

🥈 2nd — JACK TORRANCE
Randy
Jack Torrance wasn't unfamiliar with nightmares.
His life had already fallen apart long before he entered this battlefield.
An alcoholic who had lost his home, his career, and nearly his family, Jack believed accepting the caretaker position at the isolated Overlook Hotel might give him a chance to rebuild his life.
Instead, the hotel destroyed what remained of him.
Malevolent spirits consumed Jack until the man who entered the hotel was barely recognizable.
His son became his target.
The hotel became his prison.
And Jack ultimately froze to death in the snow.
But whatever happened to Jack at the Overlook didn't stay there.
Now he walked through another nightmare.
Another place filled with fear.
Another place where death waited around every corner.
And somehow, Jack had fought his way through enough of it to claim 2nd place.
The question was whether he could hold it.

🥉 3rd — PATRICK BATEMAN
James Quick
Patrick Bateman had always understood appearances.
Expensive clothing.
High-end restaurants.
Perfect hair.
Perfect physique.
An elaborate skincare routine.
Everything about him was carefully constructed.
But beneath the polished yuppie facade was something much darker.
A highly narcissistic and superficial man with a violent, psychotic side.
A serial killer.
A sociopath.
A man whose horrific acts leave one disturbing question behind:
Did they actually happen?
The ambiguity surrounding Bateman makes him even more unsettling.
Because whether the violence was real or psychological, there was clearly something deeply wrong beneath that perfect exterior.
And in Halloween Horror, that kind of darkness had proven useful.
Bateman had quietly worked his way through the competition and now found himself sitting in 3rd place.
He didn't celebrate.
He simply straightened his suit...
and watched the other players.

🏅 4th — THE CREEPER
Brian
Then there was the player who didn't simply enter Halloween Horror.
He was practically built for it.
The Creeper.
Every 23 years, the creature awakens.
For 23 hours, it hunts.
Humans become prey.
The Creeper possesses incredible strength, durability, and flight. But perhaps his most horrifying ability is his sense of smell.
Through a third nostril, he can detect the fear emanating from his victims.
And once he catches them...
he feeds.
Parts of his victims can heal injuries sustained during the hunt, while other remains can be turned into weapons and objects.
But there was one detail that made this battle particularly dangerous.
This was the Creeper's 23rd-year cycle.
The timing couldn't have been worse for the other nineteen players.
The Creeper hadn't awakened to compete.
He had awakened to hunt.
And now, somewhere in the darkness, he was doing exactly that.
Yet despite the chaos, the Creeper had fought his way into 4th place.
He wasn't satisfied.
Because unlike the other players...
he didn't necessarily care about winning.
He wanted to feed.

The battle continued.
Twenty players had entered Halloween Horror.
Four had currently climbed to the top.
But the standings could change in an instant.
Beetlejuice could lose his lead.
Jack could fall.
Bateman could climb.
The Creeper could begin his hunt in earnest.
And somewhere beyond the four current leaders, sixteen other players were still fighting for their chance to take their place.
Nothing was decided.
Nothing was guaranteed.
The fog grew thicker.
The screams grew louder.
And the darkness seemed to stretch farther across the battlefield.
Then, somewhere in the distance...
came the sound of wings.
THUMP.
The Creeper looked toward the trees.
Beetlejuice smiled.
Jack tightened his grip.
Bateman slowly turned his head.
The hunt wasn't beginning.
It had already begun.
🎃 HALLOWEEN HORROR CONTINUES... 🎃
Twenty entered.
Four currently lead.
But only the battlefield decides who rises next.
⚡ THE BATTLE CONTINUES... ⚡
Hollis Stampede Open Daily • 9:00 AM to 2:00 AM
💀 Halloween Horror Battles
Sundays • 7:00 PM
Thursdays • 8:00 PM
Heroes will rise.
Villains will strike.
Monsters will hunt.
Every battle matters.
And in Halloween Horror...
you never know what is waiting in the dark. 🎃👻

10/09/2026

🎃 HALLOWEEN HORROR 🎃
🎃 10/01/2026 🎃
The last battle had finally come to an end.
The battlefield was still littered with the evidence of what had happened there—scattered debris, damaged structures, and the lingering silence that always followed when sixteen competitors had been given one simple objective:
Survive.
The crowd had barely finished celebrating when the lights throughout Hollis Stampede began to change.
The bright colors of the previous battlefield slowly disappeared.
One by one, the lights dimmed.
The music faded.
The giant screens surrounding the arena flickered before going completely black.
For several seconds, there was nothing.
Then...
D**G.
A clock echoed through the arena.
The crowd quieted.
D**G.
Another.
A thin layer of fog began creeping across the battlefield.
Then the screens came alive.
Not with the usual tournament graphics.
Not with the names of cities or battlefields.
Instead, a single word appeared.
HALLOWEEN
The crowd erupted.
The lights flickered again.
The word disappeared.
And two more words slowly appeared across the screen:
HALLOWEEN HORROR
A chill moved through the arena.
The next battlefield wasn't going to be about heroes versus villains.
It wasn't about good versus evil.
This time, the competitors would be stepping into something much darker.
Fear itself.
The fog continued rolling across the battlefield as the tournament announcer's voice echoed through Hollis Stampede.
"Every battle has its monsters."
A pause.
"Every story has its nightmares."
The lights went dark.
"But this time..."
A faint laugh echoed from somewhere in the arena.
"...the nightmares ARE the competitors."
The crowd went wild.
Sixteen players would enter.
Sixteen horror icons would face one another.
Killers.
Ghosts.
Monsters.
Demons.
Legends.
Things that should never have existed...
and things that refuse to stay dead.
The battlefield had been transformed.
The rules remained the same.
Fight. Survive. Advance.
But there was one major difference.
In this battle...
there was nowhere to hide.
And as the first competitors were introduced, four names immediately demanded attention.

🔪 1st — MICHAEL MYERS
Michael E
The silent slasher who defined pure, motiveless evil.
After escaping the asylum where he had spent fifteen years following the murder of his sister, Michael became one of the most relentless killers imaginable.
He doesn't need to speak.
He doesn't need to threaten.
He simply watches.
And then he hunts.
"You can't control evil. You can lock it up, burn it, and bury it... but it never will."

🐝 2nd — CANDYMAN
Big Mike
The hook.
The bees.
The legend.
Candyman's story began with horrific violence when a mob lynched him, cutting off his right hand and covering him in honey before leaving him to die from countless bee stings.
Death didn't end his story.
It created something far worse.
They say if you speak his name five times...
he comes.
And you won't survive the visit.
"I am the writing on the wall, the whisper in the classroom..."

🪲 3rd — BEETLEJUICE
Sam
Sinister.
Mischievous.
Obnoxious.
And proud of every bit of it.
Beetlejuice is a self-proclaimed bio-exorcist, a supernatural troublemaker who thrives on chaos and mayhem.
While everyone else enters the battlefield looking for a way to survive...
Beetlejuice looks like he's just happy to be invited to the party.

👻 4th — THE TORSO
V
13 Ghosts
Jimmy Gambino.
A gambling addict whose fate left him encased in cement.
Now known simply as The Torso, he is one of the terrifying spirits waiting inside this new battlefield.
He doesn't need a voice.
He doesn't need a face.
The sound of something dragging itself through the darkness is enough to make anyone run.

The four names appeared together on the massive screen.
Four nightmares.
Four different kinds of terror.
And they were only the beginning.
The lights slowly rose, revealing the fog-covered battlefield waiting beyond the arena.
The announcer's voice returned one final time.
"Welcome to Halloween Horror."
The arena doors opened.
The fog rolled outward.
🎃 THE HORROR HAS BEGUN. 🎃
⚡ THE BATTLE CONTINUES... ⚡
Hollis Stampede Open Daily • 9:00 AM to 2:00 AM
🎃 HALLOWEEN HORROR BATTLES
Sundays • 7:00 PM
Thursdays • 8:00 PM
Who will survive the horror?

10/08/2026

🎱 "Keep Calm and Run the Table."🎱

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10/04/2026

Heading down an entirely new path for October tournaments
Creepy, kooky and extremely spooky
Sunday Funday is going to get a little scary
Plenty of time to practice before tournament time!

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