[marker fights]

wall of death!

Yet another stunning party put on by the Chupacabra Policia.

The deal goes like this: you wear light colored clothing, or take your shirt off if you're a guy, you get a marker. Then you get your wrist strapped to your opponent while a raspy boombox trills out some fight-inducing eighties music. Then you have at it. Three minutes. A judge -- and the assembled audience -- decide who the winner is. A great way to settle grudge matches.

Titus? Oh, he went too far. He got tarred and teathered.