Maximillian Kael

  • Nearing the End

    The ship had struck part of the docks along the side of Alcatraz Island scattering debris in all directions while sending an echoing crashing noise across the bay. Jagged rocks just off the island hiding beneath the water had ripped open the ships hull wide open allowing cold ocean...
  • Accident at Alcatraz!

    The cruise ship hosting the Max Kael Presents The End Of How World Tour Cruise has collided with Alcatraz Island damaging part of the docks and spreading debris across the bay! The docks were still functional including a large Shark Cage that had been hauled to the island earlier....
  • The Beginning of the End

    “Listen I wouldn’t have had you flown all the way out to the Max Kael Present’s The End of HOW World Tour Cruise if it wasn’t for a good reason my friend.”    Max’s voice cut through the tension shared between himself and his chosen replacement, MAXKAEL Jr. His...
  • Haiku ku kachu

    The calming notes of the Shakuhachi, a Japanese flute, carried through the thick clouds of steam that rose from the natural hot spring. As fall waned through the trees surrounding the baths it left in its wake a fire of red, orange and yellow leaves. The setting was still,...
  • Stop.

    “Kobashi?”   A bloodied man stirred beneath a flickering light, long shadows covered the walls of his holding cell. His eye strained as he looked toward the sound of the voice unsure if anyone was actually there or if he was simply going insane.   “..Hey.. Kobashi, is that...
  • Intentions Made

    “Is it working? Can you hear me?”   The voice of the Herald Sub-Marquis Bentley Tennyson Farthington-Primrose chimed out as his pale, youthful face came into view. His bright eyes stared forward quizzically before a look of satisfaction crossed his face accompanied with a crooked smile.    “It is...
  • Enter MAXKAEL Jr.

    Thwack!   The wet sound of fist a hard surface echoed in the high eaves of the cluttered warehouse. A figure stood amid the tall boxes and bizarre set pieces, relics from the past of HOW, bits of history and outright garbage that had been collected and deposited here....
  • The Big News!! YUM YUM YUM!

    F! Look at the size of that F!    Anyways!   FRIENDS!   It is I, the Herald of the Improvisational and Important Maximillian Kael, First of his Name, Long May He Maim, Prime Minister of Maxopotamia, Lord of Kaelsalvania, War Games Winner, High Octane Hall of Famer and...
  • War Games III

    The world was filled with the sound of rushing water, distant and fuzzy as Max’s blue eye slowly opened to dimly lit concrete floor. The moment this eye took in the light of his surroundings a sharp pain flooded his head and ran down his spine causing the Lord...
  • War Games II

    It had been a gloomy meeting with the boss. Today was supposed to be the day, the day when the Herald Sub-Marquis Bentley Tennyson Farthington-Primrose had been promised by Max that they would attend a Renaissance Festival filled with fire eaters, knights in armor, pages, squires and other wonderfully...
  • War Game

    “..are you ready yet?!”   The gleeful voice of Herald Sub-Marquis Bentley Tennyson Farthington-Primrose cut through the air like a Tiny Tim song set to full blast. The soft pitter patter of his footsteps running across concrete as the Herald, today dressed in what was an even louder version...
  • A Message From Max Kael

    It is I, Sub-Marquis Bentley Tennyson Farthington-Primrose, Herald of the Robust and Riveting Maximillian Kael, Prime Minister of Maxopotamia, Lord of Kaelsalvania and High Octane Wrestling WORLD CHAMPION, First of his Name, Long May He Maim!    I am here to inform you all that your HOW World Champion...
  • One Final Message

    “…I hope you’re paying attention!”   The waifish voice of the Sub-Marquis Bentley Tennyson Farthington-Primrose cut through the air as he stood outside of the Yuengling Arena, dressed as always in his Heraldry uniform. His floppy cap and feather dancing beautifully in the hot summer breeze while seagulls flew...
  • Dota Underlords

    “Lord Kael! Lord Kael!”    The shrill and impatient voice of Sub-Marquis Bentley Tennyson Farthington-Primrose cut through the air as the costumed Herald of Maximillian Kael came screaming into the office of the Lord of Kaelsalvania. Max was seated behind his desk with his blue eye fixed upon the...
  • Kael Sera Sera

      “And so, whenever I am displeased you must strike the Despondence Gong thus alerting everyone within earshot of my unhappiness.”    Max’s voice rang out like a dull bell as he picked up a small mallet striking the center of a large brass gong with a sad face...
  • For Scottywood

    The room is dark save for a small circle of light produced by a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The ground appears to be cement, a thick layer of dust and ash covers it. Tracks have been walked through the dust, repeatedly in the last few hours....
  • The Max Status Update

    Hey High Octane Wrestling,   It’s me, Max Kael! Or as I am known irl Nick. So I am writing this post up because over the next few months Max Kael is going to be shifting from Pro-HOW to an embittered, cruel and vindictive anti-HOW character. This isn’t precipitated...
  • We Are Better Than This

    Oh.   Hi, hello there! Glad you could join me here again. It’s been a month since we last talked, or close to there abouts, right? What was going on then? Was it Darin Zion trying to claw his way out of the primordial muck to attain that precious...
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