Death Race: Beyond Anarchy Page #4

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Sergeant Gibson...

Betrayer!

Will be allowed to race.

F*** that Frank?

What if he wins?

Then he wins! And that

his words meant to be.

Did you think I

woudn't find out?

So tell me,

who's hiding behind a mask now?

Me or you?

See you on the starting line.

Is it true?

Goodbye, Long Beach.

Jane please.

Get your goddamn hands off me!

I am still one of your pit crew.

I don't care if they have

sent you to kill him.

He's a liar, Bob!

A liar who is working for the

Hey, get over it.

He is good for business.

We got a race to get ready for.

Get your head right, convict.

Your life depends on it.

We got a long race day... Huh?

Are you ready, mother f***er?

I can't hear you,

you f***ing pussies!

Here they are!

Welcome to Death Race,

the ultimate auto carnage.

One day, eleven drivers,

four stages,

and over 250 live cameras...

Just like clockwork, Mr. Valentine.

This is it, last chance.

Frankenstein dies or your career dies.

Frankenstein will be in a

body bag by day's end.

I hope so for your sake.

Now talk about the bad boys and girls

who run this race.

Featuring 3 time racer Johnny Law

and his monster police cruiser.

He is here to protect and serve.

Morning, motherfuckers.

Two time racer, the Fireman,

and his Dodge Ram Hemi.

His ass is coming through your door.

Come show momma some love.

The Queen, Matilda The Hun,

boarding her school bus

yellow echonoline van.

And first timer Gipsy Rose

and her bad ass mini cooper S.

With a face only a mother could love,

here's Pierced-Face

and his VW bug.

Nazi Bastard and his

bloodthirsty truck from hell.

Dirt and his Formula 1 War Cycle,

counting on speed to keep him alive.

Veteran Racer Dead man

and his killer hurk.

He didn't come here

to rest in peace.

Behind the wheel of her Toyota Celica,

virgin racer Cleopatra.

And last,

but definitely least,

Our resident rat f***,

Sergeant Gibson and his Camero.

He has got bulls-eye

on his back.

You ready for our play date?

You got the whole world

coming after you my man,

you know that right?

Take a walk Bexie,

I got this.

I should.

Who am I to judge?

I ain't here to

throw shade on you.

You surely got reasons.

So, if it's all the same,

I'll ride with you.

Now, give it up for your champion,

returning to track

after seven straight win,

the man who just won't die...

Frankenstein!

Frank, baby!

Sometimes I get the feeling,

Frank is playing chess.

And the rest of us

are playing checkers.

Let her go, Frank.

She's got nothing to

do with any of this.

No,

but she's a good insurance policy.

Let's see how cold-blooded you are.

Put her in the car.

Welcome to Death Race,

streaming live on the dark web

to over 54 million viewers

on 250 live camera feeds.

This is the ultimate vehicular carnage,

uncut and totally raw.

Stage one,

The airfield.

Fake tits.

We should f*** her after the race.

Let's light this fire.

Now go back,

and strap your sweet

little ass in that chair girl.

Ha-ha! Come on!

Dude, let's get this party started!

One down, ten to go!

This is gonna be the

biggest payday ever.

Hey Bexie, do me a favor and

get those motherfuckers off my ass.

Let's blast some sh*t up!

Find me someone

who can give me

some access on Connor Gibson.

And tell him I'm all in.

Nine drivers remain

here on the Dead lands.

Frankenstein, Connor Gibson

and Gipsy Rose, lead the path.

Buckle up, b*tches,

the asphalt is running red,

and we are just

getting warmed up.

Stage two,

The dead lands.

Yeah!

You're going down, you

sodomite motherf***er!

Take him out!

F*** you, Fireman!

Yeah!

Now that's a waste

of some good p*ssy!

I couldn't have said it better myself.

Frankenstein and the

Benedict Arnold himself,

Connor Gibson, battle for the lead.

Gipsy Rose and Johnny Law

hanging around the front of the path.

Let's put Frank in a body bag

once and for all.

Arming missiles.

Let's see if your boyfriend's

ready to bury you.

Don't do it.

Let her go, Connor. That skinny

b*tch ain't never coming back.

I said, don't do it.

Just what I thought.

F***ing Los Muertos.

F***!

Suck on this!

Hold onto your teddies, b*tches!

Six death racers left.

- Go ahead!

- Let's go!

Who the hell brings a

VW bus in a Death Race?

You gotta hand it to these degenerates.

They put on a hell of a show.

Our tombstone can't

hold out much longer.

Somebody call the 911!

Lose this psychopath.

Missed motherf***er!

Fish on!

We are hooked.

Hang on, Bexie,

I got an idea.

What are you doing, motherf***er?

Yeah, fishy fishy.

Come out and play.

F*** me, this traitor

and his b*tch, Bexie,

just burnt down the Fireman.

Only five death racers left

to seem heading to the projects.

Frankenstein is still in the lead,

with Gipsy Rose up close second,

Stage three,

the project.

F***ing Death Race!

Hey, you!

Did you do this?

No, we did!

Just the man I was gunning for.

How you doing, Wonder Bread?

You stupid motherf***er!

Fick ditch, Schwarzer!

Oh, no, he didn't?

Did he just say

what I think he said?

Yeah,

but in German.

You and your b*tch,

brought your sh*t,

to the wrong part of town.

Get ready to play.

We gotta re route him

over the bridge.

He is too far out to win this race.

I'm not telling him.

Get him on line.

Talk to me Bob.

We need to re route you

over the bridge.

The bridge is out.

Why the f*** you

re routing me there?

You are too far behind,

You have to jump the gap.

What are we talking about,

like 50 feet?

More like 250 feet.

That's your only chance

if you wanna win.

I have to win.

No one's gonna cite a cheer for Nazi

Bastard and his nasty little Fraulein.

I mean, hu hu, it's not a

real loss to the planet earth.

Four drivers remain.

Frankenstein and Gipsy Rose

taken up a big lead

on Johnny Law and Connor Gibson.

So, how do we do this, Bob?

You gotta hit the gap

at 220 miles an hour.

There is a ramp there.

Not the first time

this has been tried.

No, we are only calibrated

to 200 miles an hour.

Don't worry,

should get you up to 220.

Anyone ever made this jump before?

On paper, the math works.

What about the landing?

I ain't gonna lie to you,

it's gonna be a hard one.

If you get your angle

right, you might live.

Yeah, f*** you very much.

That rat f*** is back.

Punk ass b*tch!

That worked well.

Yeah!

Okay! Let's get this done already.

To your next left, the

bridge is five miles out.

This is your only chance.

You like this play, Bob?

It's your only play.

I'll see you on the other side.

You should get out, Bexie.

We are at end of the road.

Not f***ing happening.

The minute I got in this car with you,

I was all in.

So let's do this.

It's just gravity.

We maxed it out at 209.

I'm dropping the tombstone.

Come on! Come on!

Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

I told you the math worked.

I could suck you off right now.

I can't believe what I just saw.

Connor Gibson jumped the bridge

cutting in right back in

Motherf***er got game.

Come on, don't let me down.

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