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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A dead man with a full head of gray hair, still dressed in his pajamas, stumbled out the open door of the funeral home. His chest had been cleaved nearly in half, and blood still sloshed from the wound as he shambled toward them. It was Mr. Busbee, Farris imagined, the owner of the funeral home, murdered in his sleep by the woman or one of her revenants.

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