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  • Playing With The Benchwarmers

    We apologize that we don’t have custom made t-shirts so you can label the shit. And some depressing heavy metal music to play us down to ringside. Let us guess: Loser By Beck? Yeah, if we let the fucking regime have their own way. So what? You’re gunna commercialize...
  • Scotty’s 1st Piece of Flair

    The headlights of the U-Haul truck pierce the darkness of night as it rolls down I-95 somewhere South of Savannah, Georgia.  It’s been a long 48 hours as Scotty and Frankie have finished packing the truck their belongings from the sale of the NGW Arena, which housed their New...
  • 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...
  • The Mystery of Farthington Manor – Part 1

    Did you know that many of the OCW and HOW superstars actually have their own unique programming available only on the HOTv network? I mean it’s likely you didn’t, they normally air around two thirty in the morning after a two hour infomercial for Planet Scottywood so you’re hardly...
  • Breadcrumbs Part I

    Hollywood Enterprises July 20, 2019   The scene opens up inside the office of Brian Hollywood as Julia Winfield, Niles Omega and Gerald Reeves have been waiting for Hollywood’s arrival.  However, their patience starts to where thin as it’s been nearly forty five minutes since they were to meet...
  • Therapeutic Sessions

    Elevator music rushes rapidly through my head.  I lay back on the comfortable leather couch trying to relax.  The faint smell of lavender makes me want to puke. I don’t seek peace with myself any longer.  I know who I am. I lost every sense of my being the...
  • 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...
  • Not Your Average Benchwarmer

    Location: St. Petersburg, Florida: Tropicana Field July 24, 2019, 8:30 AM   As the scene opens up to the inside the home of the Tampa Bay Rays, but more importantly, War Games 2019. We see the field being prepped and the video boards flashing graphics of the rosters of...
  • Clearing the Road

    I. “You look like fucking shit.” Dan Ryan minces no words, looking over The Only Star, Eric Dane. Dane was starting to look better, but the figurative and literal scars from Refueled VI were still present, most notably by way of his need to lean against the pool table...
  • Eric

    I want you to imagine something.   Say you’re a young man about town, perhaps you are some form of champion in whatever field you work in. A champion doctor, they have those right?   Now imagine this other doctor, a real miserable prick of a man. He’s that...
  • From Rags To Redemption: Part II

    “Welcome back to the second and final part of our in-depth look into the preparations of a HOW legend ahead of what might be the final match of his illustrious career” begins Chris Bell, over clips of some of Silent Witness’ finer moments. They fade out, replaced quickly by...
  • Perspectives

      July 12, 2019 Refueled VI Pre-Anarchy LT I’m standing in a hallway with Lanni, Ceese, and Blaire Moise, the four of us watching the main event on monitors near the women’s locker room, when all hell breaks loose. It’s hard enough for my sister to watch Dan’s and...
  • EX-PLOS-SIV-O

    We see an ongoing text message appear on screen. The side of blue on the right is Jack Harmen. The other grey looks to be MJ Flair. MJF: Hey Mr. Harmen, it’s MJ. Not sure if you had my number. Anyways, lookin 2 get final numbers for dinner so...
  • Vloggin

    FADEIN on a slow moving cityscape. The view is grainy, like it’s being seen through a dirty filter. Well. Let’s not get too poetic on it. The view is being filmed from the inside of a train window. MJF (V/O): High Octane Wrestling… meet low octane traveling. She chuckles...
  • 2 6 0

    2  6 0   Two sixty.   Three simple numbers easily explained.   2 – the number of testicles I have.   6 – The number of times I’ve bailed on HOW.   0 – The number of times I’ve teamed with Crash.   See, simple. But when you...
  • Escape!

      The next thing I remember was waking up. Again. I was soaked through with sweat, and cold as fuck. I blinked, fighting for my eyes to adjust to the sterile white lighting in the cramped little room that I’d found myself in. It didn’t take long to figure...
  • The Wild Hunt

    War Games. Ha. Do your worst. Do your best. DO SOMETHING. Just… PROVE IT. ——— Now, where were we again? Well. I know for sure where we are not. We are not at someone’s Mom’s backyard slumber party. We are not behind the gates of The Brain’s 65,279 acre...
  • Therapy

    July 19th, 2019 Burbank, California The sky is bright. So bright and so shiny, it’s basically a J.J. Abrams lens flare wet dream. Walking down an oddly quiet street, wearing black slacks and a dress shirt is the newest member of the BEST Alliance, Jack Har… No. It’s been...
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