On Saturday, October 26, 2026, in the same area and on the same day as the Major League Baseball (MLB) World Series, a city ravaged in excitement needed just a little more chaos.
So, the crowds gathered for the sixth circle of Halloween Hellbomb.
From my car, I managed to find some costumed characters disinterested in the ballgame between the blue and white waves of LA fans.
When we diverged from the crowd marching into Dodger Stadium, I was transported into an outdoor dressing room, with skaters and guests changing into costumes and applying makeup done in side view mirrors.
A revving chainsaw was my introduction to the scene, finding a ramp jam already in session with a heavy crowd gathered.
Some observers sought refuge in the cheap seats atop a barren dirt hill, using a rope tied off by early hikers.
"You're telling me you rather pay one thousand dollars for a game instead of this shit?" one spectator spewed about the neighboring baseball patrons between deep sips from his tallboy.
Down in trenches, crowds clambered over one another, scaling the barricades in hopes of getting close enough for a board to kiss their face or taste smeared face paint.
Many tried (and failed) standing primo to see over masked heads.
A car, possibly a Dodger's fan, ignored the "No Parking" signs and was left in the area.
Unfortunately for the owner, it was physically moved by volunteers and then was used as a bench for people to stand on.
Cameramen foresaw this issue and arrived with step ladders to rise above the dense gathering.
Bloody Hell
Many skaters drafted friends or partners to capture their downhill descent.
Plenty of skaters murmured about participating, but even with their filmer's encouragement, many gave up after one run, if they went at all.
I witnessed one woman being filmed, cruising down and barely touching the kicker before panic shook her when narrowly avoiding collision.
She ran back to the top of the hill, never to be seen again.
The first obstacle for the downhill hellblazers was the Witches' Well, a blackened well slathered in bloody handprints with a hung dummy.
Boards and bodies flew through the air like ghosts, skin slamming and tearing on the blacktop.
It was during the long rail event that the Keen Ramps crew tried to open space for the ride away.
When their pleas fell on deaf ears, others chanted for skaters to ram into the crowd, teaching them the hard way.
With so much going on, the police snuck into the camp, somehow only making three appearances throughout the day (that I could count).
The Badge Boys demanded the hill people move immediately, leading to a mass panic, leaving many to slip and tumble back down.
More gutsy individuals tried to dirt-drop or ride their boards back down, and they, too, felt nature's wrath.
Misunderstanding, Injuries, and Chaos (As It Should Be)
By the time the third event began, tensions seemed to rise, possibly from too much sun, suds, or stoke.
I observed one man with a busted ankle hollering about posers making off with his board.
He hobbled up to anyone with a board, demanding to see their deck, screaming in their face.
One devil-dressed man grabbed another skater by the landing, helping him avoid getting flattened, only for that skater to take it as disrespect and attempt to tangle with the Devil.
I even overheard another rider complain to an organizer that someone was giving out the People's Elbow to anyone they were close to landing on.
The bump-to-stairs third event had its gap periodically widened. Every drop looked like life or death.
One person had to be carried out due to what looked like a severe ankle injury. Another person caught a board to the face.
And I'm sure by now everyone has seen the footage of Dylan Witkin somehow walking off, ramming his chest into the back of the stair set.
If you haven't, go pay your respects.
In the end, checks were given out to Dylan Witkin, Greyson Fletcher, Kanaan "The Joker" Dern, and Dalton "Batman" Dern before everyone trekked down the hill.
Making moves back to my car, I witnessed skaters bombing the hill in the shadow of Dodger Stadium, leaving the streets silent and Hellbomb to crawl back to the underworld till it was ready to rise again next year.
Words by Chuck Harp | Writer