Paul O’Brien is a writer from Wexford, Ireland. In the last fifteen years he has written sixteen plays and two screenplays.

He has been commissioned and/or produced by The Abbey, Druid, Red Kettle Theatre Company, Town Hall Theatre, Galway and Spare Key Productions in New York.

Blood Red Turns Dollar Green, his debut novel, made it to the #1 Bestselling spot on Amazon's Wrestling and Organized Crime charts in US and UK. The follow-up novel, Blood Red Turns Dollar Green Vol. 2 also made it to the top of the charts - with both novels having now reached #1 in Germany, Canada, UK & Ireland and the U.S.

In late 2013, Paul sold the option for Blood Red Turns Dollar Green Vol. 1 and Vol. 2, and both novels are now being developed as a TV series in the U.S.

In 2014 Paul was chosen alongside the likes of Michael Fassbender, Rory Mcllroy, U2, Chris O'Dowd and Jonathan Rhys Myers as 52 Irish Men for 2014.

Blood Red Turns Dollar Green Vol. 1 by Paul O'Brien

1972 New York City and a dazed LENNY LONG walks away from a crash carrying someone’s foot in his hand. He is also searching for the VIP passenger who has somehow disappeared from the back of his overturned van. It’s the first day of his new promotion and LENNY has less than twenty minutes to deliver the missing person or a lot of people are going to get badly hurt.

DANNO GARLAND is in Shea Stadium trying to avoid a riot. He’s coming to the end of the most successful wrestling card of all time but he’s also coming to the realisation that he might not be able to deliver his widely hyped main event. He knows there’s more than the eyes of the arena on him and if LENNY doesn’t arrive soon, blood is going to be sought. Probably his.

PROCTOR KING nervously watches the show on TV, wondering why his fuck-up of a son does not already have the world heavyweight championship belt in his grasp. Arranging this match has taken PROCTOR four years of pay-offs, double dealing and bone-breaking to arrange, and if all that effort has been wasted then he might just have to take him a business trip to New York.

LENNY, DANNO and PROCTOR. Three men with pieces of the puzzle - but none with the full picture.

When they do piece it all together, the ‘fake’ world of professional wrestling is going to get very real.



  • "If you like to read compelling books, I strongly and highly suggest that you check out ‘Blood Red Turns Dollar Green’ written by Paul O’Brien. If you are truly a fan of the genre of pro wrestling and are especially interested in the territory era of the business, then this novel will be right down your alley. It’s a powerslam of literary mastery. Check out both volumes and I promise that you won’t be disappointed. If a movie isn’t made of Paul’s work, then there is something terribly wrong with the film business."

    –WWE Legend and Hall of Famer, Jim Ross
  • "So real you can smell the sweat on the mat and taste the blood on the floor."

    –Paul Guay, Hollywood Screenwriter of Liar, Liar; The Little Rascals; Heartbreakers



Melvin Pritchard was a golden gloves state champion. He could dance and jab all day and all night if he was allowed. He wasn't a violent man in any sense of the word, but he loved to box. The majesty of it. The strategy. The competition.

When he got married and opened his practice, he volunteered to work the corner for all the up and coming local kids.

Dr. Pritchard was always there in their ear calming them down. Walking them through what was unfolding in the match.

He was a student of the game and tried his best to pass that on to any young mind that would take it.

He put his own two sons in the ring as soon as they could stand unaided. Their whole relationship was based on the theory of a great fight.

They would talk about it at dinner and practice it before bed. Melvin spent more time with his sons than any other father in New York. He did so because they were linked by more than duty.

When his two boys got older and moved away, Melvin found that he didn't have much else in common with his boys. He didn't like using telephones anyway, and they didn't seem to keep up with the boxing world now that they were married and working.

Melvin just carried on finding new people to teach and train. It was what he did his whole life. And what he hoped to do even more now that he was instated as the Chairman of the New York Athletic State Commission.

He was effectively responsible for the laws and policies of the boxing world in New York. Well, boxing and wrestling, which also had attached to it its embarrassing cousin: professional wrestling.

"Come in, Danno," Melvin offered as he held open his office door. Danno entered the office with his hat in his hand and took a seat at Melvin's direction.

"Where's Mort?"

Melvin took his seat. "Are you a religious man, Danno?"

"Suppose I am."

"Then he's resting peacefully."

"And what if I wasn't?"

"Well, then he mercifully died after three weeks of intense pain due to a cancerous system that took over most of the top half of his body."

Danno tried to remember how to cross himself the right way. He failed.

"What can I do for you...?" Danno purposefully left his request open so Melvin would step in with his name. He didn't. He instead opened the brown file in front of him.

"I was sorry to read about your car," Melvin said.

"Not as sorry as I was."

"Any clue as to what happened?"

"No. But it wasn't anything as dramatic or sinister as the paper made out."

"I'm sure."

"Me too."

"Do you mind if I...?" Melvin asked as he thumbed through the file's contents. "There's a world of interesting reading in here."

"Whatever you like."

Melvin cleared his throat. "It seems that our two sides have crossed many times over the years, Danno. Can I call you Danno?"

Danno nodded and opened his jacket button. Melvin continued. "April 1910. A Federal court convicts John C. Maybray, Joe Carroll, Bert Warner, and other wrestlers and promoters, of using the US mail to illegally rig the results of wrestling matches."

Melvin continued to read. "I'm sorry; it's just I'm new to this job and I was going through the business of the commission here and some of these..." Melvin follows a passage with his finger. "1934. January 2nd. The New York State Athletic Commission investigates 'secret agreements' and 'title juggling' in wrestling at a January 9th hearing. After the witnesses testify, the New York State Athletic Commission says, in a statement: 'We have heard all the testimony. We have sent it out to be translated into English. When that is done, we will consider it.'

Danno knocks Melvin's desk in the hope of lifting his eyes from his file. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Rudy Miller, Jack Curley, Jim Londos, Toots Mondt..." Melvin recites from memory, "... and Terry Garland. Isn't that your father?"

"I can't be responsible for what he did or didn't do."

Melvin sat back into his chair. "Am I supposed to believe that what you promote, Mr. Garland, is legitimately sporting?"

"Is this an official meeting?"

"Not yet."

"Well then, I'll see you when it becomes such."

Danno nestled his hat back onto his head as he stood. "You have a look at the cover of this week's Sports Illustrated, and check out my heavyweight champion. Then tell me if we're legit or not."


Danno stopped and turned back.

"I don't want anything other than an honest answer. Then we go quietly from there."

Danno pointed to the mounted picture behind Melvin. "I will put up ten thousand dollars that five of those boxers couldn't last ten minutes with any of my guys."

Melvin cut Danno off, "That's not what I asked you."

"We are one hundred percent more honest than fucking boxing," Danno replied as he turned and exited Melvin's office.

Melvin picked up his file and continued to read to himself.