A teaser from my upcoming pro-wrestling themed short story “Hells Go to Hell”

The roar of the crowd had always got Tommy Buckley’s blood pumping, but he’d never in all his life heard a crowd quite like this before. This was Wrestlepalooza, baby, an event he’d dreamed of being involved in all his life, and not only was he involved, he was in the effing main event! He was wrestling for the National Wrestling Feder-ation’s top prize, the world heavyweight championship, against his boyhood idol, “Gentleman” Craig Thornton.

WWE-SmackdownTommy was standing in the gorilla position, poking his head out the curtains, watching the current match between popular tag team champions “Smooth Jazz” (comprised of brothers Chris and Nicky Courage) and their equally-popular opponents, “Cowboy” Bob Dodge and Robert Fernandez. The crowd roared as Dodge hoisted Nicky Courage onto the turnbuckle for his trademark superplex, and then cheered even louder as Nicky countered the move and nearly pinned his opponent with a sunset flip.

“We have the battle royal after this, and then you’re up in the title match,” said a raspy voice from behind him. “You ready, Tommy?”

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Jenny was asleep and dreaming. It was the summer of 1975, and she was at the lake with Tanner, and they were fishing. Well, Tanner was fishing. She’d come along because she had nothing better to do. She was already beginning to regret that decision, because it was excruciatingly hot, and the lake stank to high heaven.

She sat in the shade beside their bicycles, reading a book she’d checked out from the Carthage library. Jack of Shadows, by Roger Zelazny. It wasn’t bad at all, though she preferred her fantasy set in modern times. Still, it was better than fishing.

— Sundown Rising