“DEAD MEN WALKING”
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
The Deathrow Wrestling logo flashes before our eyes and disappears just as quickly. We’re thrust immediately into the raucous atmosphere of Deathrow itself – the prison population slamming cups against cells as The Red Hood stands in the middle of the ring.
He’s not unaccompanied.
Because over his shoulder is the Deathrow Wrestling Championship.
“Welcome to DEAD… MEN…. WALKING!”
The roar from the prisoners is immense as the clanging and banging intensifies. The Red Hood, you can only imagine to be smiling underneath his mask, nods his head in agreement.
“Tonight, the surviving nine Deathrow Wrestling inmates will compete in a staggered entry elimination match to determine the Deathrow Wrestling Champion. This belt has been held by some greats that many of you remember to this day, but they mean nothing to whomever wins tonight!”
“The fight can happen anywhere in the prison block; in your cell, in this ring, in the fucking shitter if it needs to. You know how we do things in Deathrow, mother fuckers. The minute someone knocks your ass out, you’re out!”
“So, let’s fucking do it, shall we?”
The audience roars.
“Welcome to DEAD MEN WALKING!”
There’re no fancy entrances on Deathrow. “Blackest Hour” by Tombstone Three blares over the static muffled speakers and out from his cell walks none other than CJ Thorpe.
Thorpe has spent his time in Deathrow Wrestling closely aligned with The Red Hood, trying to find the weapon Stache belonging to Jiro.
Now he’s in the ring, awaiting his opponent.
“Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)” by The Prodigy is next, and the crowd immediately turn to boos as Jiro stumbles from the locked room, dragged by The Red Hood himself. Hood tosses him under the bottom rope and backs off, nodding at Thorpe.
The bell sounds and Thorpe rushes over, slamming boots into the chest and ribs of The Weapons Expert, stomping away at him. He pulls him back to his feet and backs him into the corner, slamming chops across his chest.
But Jiro fires up! He demands another shot, to which CJ obliges – only The Arms Dealer ducks under it and runs into the ropes, coming back…
CHOP TO THE THROAT!
Thorpe takes him down! The Coyote smirks, demanding something from Hood who happily obliges with a steel pipe. Jiro slowly stumbles back to his feet, turning around…
PIPE TO THE SKULL!
JIRO WITH A RIGHT HOOK TO THE JAW!
These two both spent time with the APD! Having stumbled him back, he rushes into the ropes…
SHOOT TO KILL!
CJ slams into his head with the pipe as he charges! Down goes Jiro! Is he out? Is he? Not quite! This man can take quite a bit of punishment!
“Bones” by The Killers suddenly hits and that can only mean one thing – Harvey Escher. Jiro is not in a good way, and this won’t improve matters. Harvey skulks around the ring as Thorpe drops down to mount Jiro, slamming away at him with right hands.
The Diorama Killer grabs a steel chair from ringside and enters the ring…
STEEL CHAIR TO THE SKULL OF CJ THORPE!
Thorpe slams into the canvas, blood trickling from his head as Harvey laughs gleefully. He chucks the bent down chair down and picks up an almost limp Jiro, slamming him backwards into the corner. The Killer poses him before backing up…
RUNNING VICIOUS KNEE STRIKE!
HE GETS NOTHING BUT TURNBUCKLE!
The Weapons Expert combat rolls out of the way and STRAIGHT INTO A CLOTHESLINE ON THORPE, WHO JUST GOT BACK TO HIS FEET! That impresses the crowd, though definitely not Red Hood and as Escher turns, Jiro is there!
KNIFE EDGE CHOP BACK INTO THE CORNER!
FAN THE HAMMER!
He walks away like a man possessed.
“Lotta Stuff” by Geggy Tah hits and here comes Gustav Morgue! Morgue runs straight into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and ducking a clothesline by Jiro.
BIG BOOT TO THE FACE!
The Weapon Expert flies over the top rope, falling to the outside. Morgue quickly signals the end for Escher who stumbles from the corner…
Escher elbows out. Another! Another! Another! Gustav stumbles away, Escher pulling him forward and into a massive DDT. He quickly rolls him to the outside, but there’s Jiro!
SHOOT TO KILL ON THE DIORAMA KILLER!
The Weapons Expert flips him off, but doesn’t see that The Guv has stepped out onto the apron and leaps off with a Double Axe Handle Slam, dropping the hammer right on his head.
Thorpe meanwhile is back to his feet. He watches as Gustav steps back onto the ring apron…he runs, leaps up the ropes…
HURRICANE DDT ONTO THE RING APRON!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
IS MORGUE OUT!?
He rolls away holding his head! Not quite! The Coyote gets back to his feet on the outside and grabs the ring steps, dragging them into a clearing.
“Waking The Demon” by Bullet for my Valentine blares and here comes THE DEMON! Amataga Tuga trundles out of his cell and storms towards Thorpe, running up the ring steps and LEAPING OFF WITH AN ENORMOUS FUCKING HEADBUTT!
THORPE SLAMS INTO THE RING APRON WITH THE FEROCITY!
Tuga grabs Jiro by the head, pulling him back to his feet and tossing him violently aside, into a crowd of inmates that sends the bunch tumbling like bowling pins.
He roars, his eyes black as night!
Harvey Escher attacks him from behind with clubbing blows. He keeps hitting him with everything he has, only Tuga turns around and grabs him by the throat.
The Diorama Killer begs off, pleading with Amataga.
Here’s Jiro! Jiro rolls onto the apron and runs along it with a drive by knee, stumbling Tuga backwards and forcing the release of Escher.
CJ is up next… KNEE TREMBLER!
THAT STUMBLES HIM FURTHER!
What’s it going to take to down the fucking demon!?
Thorpe, Jiro and Escher search the ringside area for anything they can find to take care of this utter monster…
Killing Strangers by Marilyn Manson plays and here comes Harold Attano! Attano doesn’t waste a second and pulls a garrotte wire from sleeve, grabbing Tuga from behind and wrapping it around his throat from upon the apron!
The Demon struggles…
STEEL PIPE BY THORPE!
CHAIR SHOT BY ESCHER!
JIRO RUNS AT HIM…
BIG BOOT BY TUGA TO JIRO!
HE VIOLENTLY FLIPS ATTANO OVER HIS SHOULDER INTO AN ONRUSHING ESCHER! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
There’s blood around his throat from the garrotte wire, but he doesn’t care. CJ is next, swinging the pipe a second time for good measure, but Tuga grabs it, pulling him close and scooping him up.
THE LONG DROP!
SIT-DOWN PILEDRIVER TO THE COYOTE!
The Demon is fucking unstoppable. Attano is back to his feet…
RUNNING SHOTGUN DROPKICK TO THE FACE OF TUGA!
A VARIATION OF THE KNEE CAP!
Amataga falls backwards! FINALLY! HAROLD AS DROPPED THE BEAST!
He quickly grabs the steel steps and lifts them high into the air, SLAMMING THEM VIOLENTLY DOWN ON THE STOMACH OF TUGA!
He tosses the steps aside, looking down at the blooded mid-section of Amataga Tuga.
BUT THE DEMON REACHES UP WITH A HAND AROUND HIS THROAT!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Man in the box by Alice In Chains is up next and here comes that smug fuck, Max Meadows. Meadows slowly makes his way towards the ring…
CHOKESLAM BY TUGA TO ATTANO ON THE FUCKING STEEL STEPS!
Max though doesn’t have any interest in Tuga. He runs straight for Thorpe, mounting him with right and left forearms, beating the holy shit out of him.
He pulls him to his feet and drags him away towards one of the cells, slamming him back first into it.
Thorpe reaches out in desperation, trying to claw at the face of Meadows who moves his head to avoid it.
“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me, boy!” He roars, pushing him inside the cell and pulling too the doors.
“I’m not locked in here with you, you’re locked in here with me,” he growls as CJ recovers on the floor.
Max goes to work, dissecting CJ Thorpe with carefully placed right hands as we go back to ringside.
The Demon now stands toe to toe with Harvey Escher and Escher isn’t empty handed. He has a flick knife and waves it around, trying to put some fear into The Demon.
“Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash hits and Prometheus steps out, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. He takes a couple of swigs as runs towards the ring.
JACK DANIELS BOTTLE ACROSS THE FUCKING HEAD OF ESCHER!
WHAT THE FUCK!
WHAT A SHOT!
He looks at Tuga and smiles, backing away. He rolls to the outside and grabs himself a lighter, setting fire to a wooden table on the outside.
With a massive grin on his face, he turns around to see Gustav Morgue!
Morgue nuts him with a brutal headbutt, stumbling him backwards. He tries to grab his hair, looking to slam him face first into the table, but Prom nails him with an elbow, preventing it.
Elsewhere, Harold Attano is crawling around the ring, using the ring apron to pull himself back up. He grabs the knife that Escher dropped when hit by Prometheus and slides under the bottom rope.
Amataga turns around.
KNIFE TO THE FUCKING RIBS!
RIGHT IN THE FUCKING RIBS!
BLOOD BEGINS POURING OUT! Attano backs up and hits the ropes…
Running Shotgun Dropkick! The Demon goes down to one knee, giving Harold a chance to take another run up….
SUPERKICK TO THE FUCKING KNIFE IN THE RIBS!
“Six Feet Under” is the next song to play, signalling the arrival of The Cleaner wheeling a trolly of supplies and we’ve not had a single elimination as yet.
The Cleaner steps out and looks to his right, watching as Max Meadows punches the holy shit out of a floundering CJ Thorpe.
He looks across the ring, as Gustav Morgue and Prometheus do battle by the burning table.
Meanwhile in the middle of the ring, Harold Attano has THE CODE OF SILENCE locked in on Amataga Tuga! The BULLDOG choke is choking out The Demon.
But that’s not everyone, is it? Jiro is stirring at ringside and The Cleaner takes out his broom…
BROOM TO THE HEAD!
IT SNAPPED RIGHT ON JIRO’S FUCKING SKULL!
He turns around, grabbing some bleach and opening the container…
But here comes Tuga, launching Attano at The Cleaner and sending them both tumbling to the canvas. He looks towards Jiro, who gets back to his feet…
ONLY TO BE PULLED UNDERNEATH THE BOTTOM ROPE BY PROMETHEUS!
As Tuga gets pulled to the outside, Jiro turns around in a stumble…
THERE’S HARVEY ESCHER!
RUNNING DIOARMA!! RUNNING KNEE STRIKE! DOWN GOES JIRO! DOWN GOES JIRO! HARVEY LOCKS HIM IN THE CATTLE MUTLIATION!
MUTLIATION TO JIRO!
THE WEAPONS DEALER FADES…. HE FADES AWAY!
HE’S DONE! JIRO IS DONE!
The Diorama Killer is beyond pleased with himself.
But Harold Attano has risen behind him.
Nobody runs at him, swinging around him with brilliant athleticism! DOWN INTO AN ARMBAR! ARMBAR TO ESCHER! He screams in agony but leans over, raking the eyes of Attano!
With the hold released, he watches as Prometheus, Gustav Morgue and The Cleaner all enter the ring from different angles.
The Drunk grins, revealing a lighter in the palm of his hand.
What the fuck is he doing!?
HE THROWS IT ON THE RING APRON! THAT’S WHAT PROMETHEUS HAS BEEN DOING ON THE OUTSIDE! HE’S BEEN USING CHEMICALS FROM THE CLEANERS TROLLY TO MAKE THE RING AN INFERNO!
As the ring blazes before us, all five men are trapped in the middle of it.
Amataga Tuga stands on the outside, grimacing.
He can’t get in!
All five men are back to their feet and looking at the fire in fear – all except Prometheus.
The problem is, the other four are pissed and that grin soon turns to a different kind of fear.
They rush him.
He blocks a right hand by Gustav.
But Attano nails him with a kick to the gut.
The Cleaner quickly scoops him up, dropping him down into an atomic drop, accompanied by Escher…
BLOOD RED LARIAT!
DISCUS LARIAT TO PROMETHEUS!
Down goes the fire starter!
“You like fire so much?” Harvey says, grabbing him by the hair. “Why don’t you give it a little kiss.”
He drags Prometheus towards the flaming ropes.
HE’S GOING TO BURN HIS FUCKING FACE OFF!
The Cleaner pulls Harvey away! The Diorama Killer elbows him backwards, but it doesn’t stop him.
THE GRIM SWEEPER!
RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP TO ESCHER!
The Cleaner gets back to his feet, only there’s Morgue! Morgue kicks him low, and pulls him onto his feet into the crucifix position.
Oh God, no…
HE RUNS TOWARDS THE FLAMING ROPES…
ATTANO PULLS THE CLEANER OFF!
HE JUST SAVED HIM!
As Harold stumbles from the force, an angry Morgue grabs him…
KICK TO THE GUT…
UP INTO THE RAZERS EDGE…
SCALPELS EDGE! SCALPELS EDGE!
RIGHT THROUGH THE FUCKING FLAMING ROPES!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! HAROLD ATTANO HAS JUST BEEN SCORCHED BY THE FLAMES AS HE DOVE TO THE FUCKING FLOOR!
HE’S OUT! HE’S DONE! STICK A FORK IN HIM, HE’S DONE!
ELIMINATED: HAROLD ATTANO
Back inside the locked cell and Max Meadows looms over CJ Thorpe who sits in the corner, blood all over him. He was busted open earlier and he’s been made to bleed more by Meadows.
“Time to put you out of your fuckin’ misery,” he says, reaching down to end this.
RIGHT HOOK TO THE GUT!
Thorpe charges Meadows back into the steel bars, cracking his head against them with a thud. He quickly delivers kicks to the stomach, driving a Headbutt forward for good measure.
He spits blood at him, dragging him from the bars, spinning him around and slamming him headfirst into them for good measure.
The Coyote opens the cell door and steps out, looking for something. He starts climbing a yellow scaffolding set, watching as Meadows storms out looking for him.
He looks up, realizing where he’s gone and follows him up. Both men are now climbing the scaffolding outside one of the upper levels.
They get to the top and start trading right and left hands.
They’re t-t-teetering on the edge!
Thorpe grabs Max and bounces his head off the steel railing. Again.. Again…
Meadows blocks the third attempt by dropping to his knees.
Both men are now on their knees. They start trading.
HEADBUTT BY THORPE!
He stands up, pulling Meadows beneath him…
THE RIGHT THING!
MAX MEADOWS FLIPS HIM OVER HEAD!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
THE COYOTE FALLS FIFTEEN FEET TO THE FUCKING FLOOR, SLAMMING BACK FIRST INTO THE FUCKING CONCRETE!!
Max grins, looking down…
CJ Thorpe is done. He’s out cold, if not worse.
ELIMINATED: CJ THORPE
With Meadows smiling, he realizes that Amataga Tuga now stands at the bottom of the scaffolding. Will he dare climb it?
CROSSYBODY BLOCK FROM THE TOP OF THE FUCKING SCAFFOLD, TAKES OUT AMATAGA AND MEADOWS! MEADOWS WITH A FUCKING DIVE!
Both men roll away, writhing in agony.
Back inside the ring and Morgue is teaming with Escher against The Cleaner and Prometheus.
As the four men trade off, it’s Morgue who ducks a Clothesline by The Cleaner…
Across the ring, Prometheus has Escher on his shoulders…
FIREMAN’S CARRY INTO AN RKO!
MORGUE PULLS ESCHER DOWN OFF HIS SHOULDERS.
BOTH MEN WITH A HEADBUTT!
PROMETHEUS STUMBLES BACKWARDS…
BETTER THAN CHLOROFORM!
DROP TOE HOLD!
BASEMENT DROPKICK TO THE FACE BY A RUNNING GUSTAV MORGUE!
Both men get back to their feet having dispatched of The Fire Bringer – but here comes The Cleaner.
HE HAS A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!
WHO THE FUCK CHUCKED THAT IN?!
BLAST TO THE FACE OF GUSTAV!
The Cleaner fires a stream at his face, knocking him immediately to the floor. He quickly turns to Escher, NAILING HIM IN THE HEAD! The Artist of Disguise begins putting the fire out around the ring, giving them all a chance to escape to the outside.
With the fire out, he turns around…
FIREMAN’S CARRY INTO A FUCKING RKO!
THE CLEANER GOT DROPPED HEAD FIRST ON THE FUCKING EXTINGUISHER!
HE’S OUT COLD! THE CLEANER IS OUT COLD!
ELIMINATED: THE CLEANER
Morgue wipes the gunk from his face, smiling at the elimination of The Cleaner who he rushes over to and begins stomping out of the ring.
“Get the fuck outta here, you mook,” he roars.
The Guv turns around…
HARVEY ESCHER WITH A BUISAKU KNEE! THAT SLAMS MORGUE INTO THE CORNER!
HE BACKS UP…
RUNNING KNEE STRIKE IN THE CORNER!
Gustav is out! He’s fucking out! Harvey Escher has knocked him the fuck out cold!
ELIMINATED: GUSTAV MORGUE
There’s just four left!
Prometheus and Harvey Escher get back to their feet, joined in the ring by Max Meadows…
And then Amataga Tuga.
One of these four will be the Deathrow Champion!
EVERYONE rushes Tuga!
The Demon immediately goes to shield himself as all four men rush him, slamming him with right and left hands in a fucking mauling.
He PUSHES Escher away.
UPPERCUT TO MAX, STUMBLING HIM!
SUMMON THE DEMON!
SAMOAN SPIKE TO PROMETHEUS!
Harvey comes back in again…
ULUULU! GIANT THUNDEROUS HEADBUTT!
Amataga Tuga is clearing house! Meadows ducks a Clothesline attempt, locking The Demon into the FULL NELSON! LIFE SENTENCE! Tuga though runs him backwards into the corner, then effortlessly flips him over!
Max gets back to his feet and rushes him backwards into the corner.
HOLLLLLYYYYY FUCKING SHIT! RUNNING KNEE TO THE BACK OF MEADOWS HEAD, SLAMMING HIM INTO TUGA AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
Harvey Escher knows that this is moment. He slides to the outside and grabs a steel chair, getting back into the ring.
He places it in the middle and grabs Meadows, laying him chest first over the steel.
What does he have in mind?
He turns around…
CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM DOWN THROUGH MAX MEADOWS! CHOKESLAM DOWN THROUGH THE STEEL CHAIR! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
HARVEY ESCHER IS OUT! HE’S FUCKING OUT COLD AND THAT LEAVES THREE!
ELIMINATED: HARVEY ESCHER
Tuga picks up the near limp body of Meadows.
There’s nothing left of him. He’s barely moving.
AVEA LE TEMONI!
A VIOLENT HEADCRUSHING!
MEADOWS SCREAMS IN PAIN! HE’S GOING TO HAVE HIS FUCKING SKULL CRUSHED BY AMATAGA TUGA!
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” A voice roars.
IT’S CJ THORPE!
THORPE STANDS ON THE OUTSIDE, HOLDING HIS BACK!
“Don’t kill him!” He demands. “He’s fucking mine!”
The black eyes of Tuga say nothing, but the smirk tells the story.
THORPE SAVES MAX MEADOWS LIFE BUT HE’S FUCKING KNOCKED OUT!
ELIMINATED: MAX MEADOWS
The Demon turns around, but he isn’t alone!
FIRE EXTINGUISHER THE HEAD!
TUGA FLIES OVER THE TOP ROPE!
AND PROMETHEUS SPRAYS HIM WITH THE EXTINGUISHER FOR GOOD MEASURE!
He stumbles backwards towards the cells, where Prom leaps..
HE SLAMS TUGA INTO THE CELL BARS!
He has to keep this going; he must. The Fire Bringer follows him inside the cell, grabbing him by the head and RUNNING HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE FUCKING TOILET BLOCK!
CEMENT AND PORCELAIN GO EVERYWHERE!!
Tuga lays there, flat out, head on the closed toilet lid. Prometheus climbs the bunk, just a few rungs, not all the way to the ceiling…
CURB STOMP THROUGH THE FUCKING TOILET!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
CURBSTOMP THROUGH THE TOILET! HE SPLIT THE FUCKING PORCELAIN IN HALF! THERE’S BLOOD! THERE’S CONCRETE!
The Fire Bringer gets back to his feet, pulling a near limp Amataga Tuga with him…
AND HE RUNS HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE CELL BARS!
THROUGH THE FUCKING CELL BARS!
THE STEEL BARS BREAK AT THE JOIN WITH THE IMPACT, SENDING THE WHOLE BAR SET DOWN AND TUGA WITH IT!
Prometheus rips one of the bars from the broken cell and demands that Tuga get back to his feet.
STEEL BAR TO THE FUCKING SKULL!
A BLOODIED AMATAGA TUGA CATCHES THE BAR! HE CATCHES THE FUCKING BAR!
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS MONSTER MADE OF?!
He rips it from the hand of his opponent and tosses it aside! Prometheus rushes at him, being scooped straight up…
SAMOAN DROP ON THE STEEL!
THE DEMON DROP!
The Demon doesn’t pick The Fire Bringer up – he instead drags the steel cell section with Prometheus on it. He drags him across the floor towards the yellow scaffolding from before.
What the fuck is he thinking?
He grabs at it…. Pulling it….
Oh God, no.
AMATAGA TUGA PULLS THE WHOLE FUCKING SCAFFOLDING DOWN UPON PROMETHEUS! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! OH MY FUCKING GOD!
BUT PROMETHEUS ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY! HE ESCAPED! HE BARELY ESCAPED!
As the dust settles, The King of Fire realizes that Tuga pulled the scaffold down on himself! HE’S TRAPPED BENEATH IT, WITH ONLY HIS HEAD ON DISPLAY!
With no way out, Prometheus rushes for the steel bar, positioning himself behind Tuga.
What the fuck is he doing?
HE PUTS THE BAR IN HIS MOUTH AND PULLS HIS HEAD BACK! OH MY GOD! HE’S GOING TO RIP HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF!!
AMATAGA CAN’T GO ANYWHERE!
HE CAN’T MOVE!
HE PASSES OUT! HIS BODY HAS TAKEN ENOUGH DAMAGE!
ELIMINATED: AMATAGA TUGA
Prometheus has won it.
He falls back in exhaustion, rolling over to see the carnage around Deathrow. There were a lot of Dead Men walking tonight, but the Fire Bringer wasn’t one of them.
The Red Hood appears with the Deathrow Championship, passing it to him.
“Here is your winner, the Deathrow Champion; PROMETHEUS!”
Prom lifts the title above his head, falling to his knees shortly thereafter.
What a night.
What a victory.
Prometheus sits in Red Hood’s office, Deathrow Wrestling Championship on the table and a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He’s swigging directly from it.
“We’re getting no-where with Jiro,” Hood announces abruptly.
“He won’t tell us where the weapons cache is and without it, we can’t do what we need to do,” Prom admits. “Besides, something strange happened between he and Harvey Escher.”
“How do you mean?” Hood enquires.
“I’m not sure but he told him something that changed the dynamic. Jiro can’t be trusted and we need to keep an eye on Escher too,” The Deathrow Champion suggests.
“What now? What’re the next steps?” He asks with a shrug. “Jiro isn’t giving us anything and we’ve a new problem with Harvey. Do you think it’s worth reaching out to your wife?”
That turns Prometheus white.
He shakes his head profusely.
“She won’t give a shit about me,” he says sadly. “I stole the flame and torched shit with it. She’s not gonna help us.”
Hood stands up.
“Hestia isn’t Zeus,” he reminds him. “And she might be our only hope.”
The Champion doesn’t say a word, he just swigs down his whisky.