Death Race: Inferno Page #3

All you had to do was win five

races in a row and you're free.

Those are the rules.

There are no rules

in the cage, Lists.

At least none that

benefit the cage.

Believe what you want,

Goldberg.

But I don't think it's wise, right

now, that they see us together.

Welcome to hell.

Keep moving, don't stop!

Come on!

Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

Welcome to Kalahari Prison.

You dare try and escape,

the desert will kill you before we do.

Come on, move!

You all right?

Close the gate.

Hey, Goldberg.

She's bigger and better.

Way bigger.

Way better.

I've been through

more sh*t in my life

than most people

go through in 10.

But what I never did was

lie or betray my friends.

Doesn't matter what

your intentions were,

your secret would have

been safe with us.

We could've helped.

You know better than that.

Helping me comes with a price, and

I wasn't about to let you do that.

You believe in curses?

This thing.

It comes with one.

You should've trusted us.

Let's go, Lists.

Live from Kalahari

Prison in South Africa,

this is Death Race

Navigator Wars.

Featuring 16

of the most beautiful,

ruthless and lethal

convicts alive,

including an IRA terrorist,

a contract killer,

even identical twin

serial killers.

But all eyes will be

on Katrina Banks,

the gorgeous copilot of

the notorious Frankenstein.

This is a match to the death.

The only rule, survive.

What the hell is happening?

Good evening and welcome to a

special pre-Death Race event.

Sixteen beautiful,

yet deadly women,

vie for 10 spots

as Death Race navigators.

These ladies will battle to

the death to see who's worthy

to navigate in

tomorrow's Death Race.

After the first three minutes,

pressure plates activate

a variety of lethal weapons.

The fight ends when

Katrina's statistical probability

of survival is very low.

And the Swedish twins aren't

gonna fight each other.

Plus, Katrina's celebrity

will attract more attention.

That changes the odds.

So, what are you saying?

Seven to 10%.

Best case scenario.

Dim the lights.

The carnage is about to begin.

Katrina, kick some ass!

Do I know my audience or what?

That's reality TV sh*t.

Come on.

Yes.

Pressure plates are now active.

Go in tighter.

Go in tighter.

Get me a close-up!

Kill!

Do you want some

popcorn with that?

I don't need...

Get to the weapons, Katrina!

Come on, cook her ass!

Camera five, close-up!

Katrina Banks.

I'm gonna f*** you up!

Take this!

Good work, good work!

Watch out!

You love me to death!

No!

Oh, man, I really thought both

twins were gonna make it,

the way they hyped 'em

up and all, you know?

Never believe your own hype.

Don't miss that shot!

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