Q: Are We Not Human? A: We Are Corpses!: The Corpse, #1

By Richard B Knight

Acting as a sequel to A Boy and His Corpse, this standalone story concerns teenage necromancer, Alan Chandler, as he wrestles (No pun intended) with the possibility of his undead federation including living wrestlers in its stable of combatants. But Alan and his band of corpses won't go down without a fight! Will the Undead Wrestling Federation become half corpse/half living wrestlers, or will Alan get his way and keep the UWF just that--undead. Find out in this short story of guts, glory, and braaaaains.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richard B Knight
• Release date: Aug 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516363216

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Seventeen-year old necromancer, Alan Chandler, could control one corpse with his mind, no problem. Two corpses, easy peasy. Making them slam together in a tumult of loose limbs and heavy slaps was as simple as wiping his own ass. In fact, he once did wipe his own ass while two corpses wrestled it out for the title belt on live TV. He made them drop kick and pile drive each other straight to hell while he took a dump in the locker room stall. It wasn’t no thang.

Three corpses was another matter entirely, though. Could he do it? Sure. But the exertion made his head scream in pain until his spine tingled and his eyeballs throbbed. With each chair shot to the face or a leg drop from the top rope, he felt a fresh spike of pain like someone was flicking a quarter as hard as they could at the center of his forehead. This was his life. The endurance of pain existed for sixty minutes every Tuesday for Tuesday Night Slaughterfest and then again for a three hour pay-per-view on the first Saturday of every month.

Regular three-corpse bouts were an exercise in masochism. Upping the number to four would be like taking a bullet to the brain, but he’d suggested it anyway.  Several months back, in a moment of brilliant business acumen or sadistic self-loathing, he’d pitched the idea to his boss, the Undead Wrestling Federation Chairman, Andrew McCarrick. The four-way free-for-all would be the main event for the very first, and hopefully annual,