Grudge-style racing has done one thing for drag racing that we are glad to see: you know cars by names, either because of the driver’s nickname or the name of the car itself. Just off the top of the head, you’ve got the “50 Shades of Gray” Monte Carlo, the Bird Boyz and their Ford Probe, Daddy Dave and Goliath 2.0. It brings a personality back to the strip. But to call your car “Apocalypse”…that takes some nuts. You better have your gear straight and ready to fight, because  that kind of name is a challenge. You’re saying you are the end-all, be-all final word on the strip. Other racers don’t take to kindly to that kind of attitude.

The “Apocalypse” Mustang is a nitrous-huffing beast packing a monster mill in a Fox chassis. Subtle, it’s not. When the car is at full chat the flames out of the bullhorns makes the car look like the devil’s own 5.0 ripping shifts. And since we’re focusing on nicknames, any wheelman simply known as “L’il Country” should be watched carefully. It might be a redneck reference if there ever was one, but we’ve yet to see anybody known as “L’il Country” do anything but go all-out until there is nothing left. With 872 cubic inches of exceptionally pissed off Reher-Morrison pushing one tiny little Ford around, be warned: once the lights flash, some shit will go down one way or another. Check out the havoc this thing brought to the Lights Out 8 race for yourself: