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  • Good Mourning

    Idiot Note: I locked myself out and Lee fixed things, I edited only for formatting I promise!!! We were going to have a party. There was going to be cake. Do you know how bloody fucking hard it is to rent an arena ready pirate ship that can host...
  • Burn Everything

    A decent number of people have gathered inside of a little secluded hut in an unknown location. All of the people present have custom made bubble wrap jumpsuits on and stand in front of a little platform stage. The MC in the center of the stage (also wearing bubble...
  • The LSD Anthology: Vol. 6, Part 2

    When is the last time you saw a working iPhone 3G?  I think the battery in mine exploded in the desk drawer a few years ago.  Oh the memories of Apple’s second version of the device that most now fucking glued too like zombies.  But back in 2008 we...
  • I Like Breaking Things Too

    I. ”I think you’re taking this whole ‘mom’ stuff a little too far.” Dan Ryan rolled his eyes as a clearly furious Lindsay Troy sneered at him. Eric Dane was gone, and a good thing too. She was in no mood, having not calmed down much from the day’s...
  • 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...
  • 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...
  • 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...
  • 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....
  • 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...
  • Open the Door, Hal

    I. Houston, Texas. August 7, 2019. Home. It’s been a really hectic month. Florida…. New York…. Cuba… Jamaica… Florida again… Lawsuits… WAR GAMES…. Sometimes you just have to get back home and recharge, and with a two week post-War Games break on tap, that’s just what Dan Ryan decided...
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