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  • HOW To Make It As A Professional Wrestler

    Hi! My name is Jack Harmen. You might already know that. What’s your name? Yes. That’s a (insert one: good, bad, stupid) name. It’s a pleasure to meet you (your name). I don’t know how you’re listening to my thoughts as I soliloquy to myself internally. I’m also not...
  • 9 is God

    August 27th, 2019 Crash Rodriguez sits at a wooden desk. Littered across the piece of furniture are carvings of the number 9. Crumpled papers are tossed all around, with the number hastily scribbled about the pages. The young man begins to speak   Crash Rodriguez: “Nine. Nine. There’s a...
  • The Dance

    It’s a staredown. MJF: We need to talk about Eric. Blaire Moise looks left, at the LSD Champion, and makes a note, before looking right. Angus Skaaland: We certainly don’t. Sitting in the back alley behind TC’s Pub, Angus with a double shot of something that smells… potent, Blaire...
  • An Ode to Key West (Atlanta Snow)

    Edward B. Knight pier was beautifully lit in the evening. Not just from the old fashioned lights they have around the stone and wood structure, but on nights like this around eight o’clock – the sun setting on the Atlantic ocean brought a majestic orange and pink glow to...
  • Waaaaaaa!

    Waaaaaaaaah!   Wait.   When a baby cries does it go Waaaaaa? Or Whaaaaaah? Or Boooo-hoooo? I mean, seriously, what does a baby sound like when it cries in text format?   Well, what ever it “sounds” like, that is the sound I’m currently making. A 308 lbs baby...
  • The bin-load of piss sticks all say yes

    In my career as a professional wrestler I had been stabbed, shot at, had bones broken, skin cut up, fallen from great heights with hard landings. As with most wrestlers, it has been a career stocked full of some of the most physically painful, not to mention mentally traumatising,...
  • One Day, The Dildos Will Rise Up And Kill Us All

    I own a farm.   Well, maybe farm is a bit of an understatement. Farming complex might, technically, be more accurate. And if you’re sat there thinking “Rhys Townsend, a fucking FARMER?!”, then it’s hard to blame you. But I farm weed.   Which really shouldn’t be a surprise. ...
  • Get Real

      I. Then You wanna talk about a fucked-up couple’a weeks? First, there was War Games, and I can’t stress this enough, I completely shit the bed with that entire fiasco. I’ve been told that everyone stinks it up their first time in the High Octane version of the...
  • The Weakest Link

    Head injuries suck!  I tightly clinch an ice pack on my forehead aimless wandering the HOW backstage area.  Johnny O’Dell just cleaned my clocks! Everything around me continues to swirl in different directions.  I couldn’t navigate the Yeungling Arena without help from our backstage producers. My arms wearily hung...
  • The LSD Anthology: Vol. 6, Part 1

    “From the ruins you can build anything.” The ruins of War Games… The ruins of the Refueled set… The ruins of Scotty’s dismal performance in this new era of HOW. The question now is what will rise from those ruins?  Can anything rise from them or is The Hardcore...
  • The Post War Dream

    All this happened… more or less… August 4th, 2019 11:41 AM Tampa General Hospital MJF: Fuck on a stick, it’s bright out. She reaches into her bag for a pair of sunglasses while the discharge forms are prepared. Kevin: So I was thinking, we don’t need to go back...
  • Exit Conference: Part 3

    Hello. Is it me you’re looking for? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your smile. …the feeling, is mu-tu-al. I won’t front. You guys really had me going there for a bit. I actually thought I wasn’t going to be needed. HOWfuckingeverafter.  But....
  • Exit Conference: Part 2

    Fog.   Maybe haze is the better word. Can’t seem to focus enough to know what’s Best. Or who’s Best?   I’ll do ya one better. Why is Best?   It’s weird, though. I’m in a hospital, I think. Everything’s white. There are a bunch of machines whizzing, whirring,...
  • Break Out

      BREAK OUT   3.30pm. Monday, August 19th, 2019. “… yeah, I-… I’ve been-… Listen to me, please!” yelled Silent Witness into his dashboard; angrily. It was the third person today that he had spoken to from the National Park Service, after two frustrating days of trying to find...
  • Exit Conference

    Refueled 8. What’s left of it. The fire is out. All are gone. Except the three left behind. Debris is everywhere. It’s dark. It’s miserable. Amongst all of it, the… Beaten, Battered, Tattered, Bloodied, Defeated, Outsmarted, Bested, Wooded, Buried, …egg bandits lay. Jiles: Uh… did we win? Dean: It...
  • 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 Sins of the Father

    We open on the young HOW rookie, Crash Rodriguez, as he’s sitting atop of his familiar shed. His nose stuck in a book, as the scene begins to focus, the book is spotted to be his mother’s bible. His eyes darting about the pages that he flips between seemingly...
  • It Doesn’t Matter

    I haven’t even opened my eyes, and I can already feel the pain in my back settling in. It’s hard getting old, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. When your body has the miles on it that mine does, you can triple the pain that comes with age. But...
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