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Jul 12 2018, 10:15 AM
The following is an audio clip sent to the IYH office.

Something rustles.


Something breathes.


Something howls in the distance.


And something hums.


Pause. Knocking. Something knocking on glass.


The wind starts to sing. A soft melody. A haunting melody.

“Shawwwwwwwnnnn ah hahahahahahaa….”

Laughter. A mad swirl of gentle notes and rough undertones.


It echoes. It grows.



Jul 11 2018, 09:21 PM
The following is footage from a video file sent to the IYH office email marked “Shawn Fox”. But the person in question actually isn’t the sender. It has been specifically instructed not to reveal that piece of information.

Video static.


More static. Blurry shapes and figures. No recognition. Voice slightly distorted, a hum in the wind.

“Shawn. Hello.”


“Tell me.”

Some odd rustling.

“When will you see me?”

More rustling.

“Can you hear me?”

A faint screech in the background.

“Where are you?”


“Tell me, how much?”

A second sigh.

“Tell me, how far?”

A third.

“This match, it isn’t what you want. It isn’t how you think it will end.”


“Have you thought about it? I mean, really, really thought about it?”

Fingers drum on hard wood.

“Tell me, Shawn. Give me something.”

The drumming grows impatient.


Pause. The wind starts to fade.

“Anything to let me see you...”

Back to static. End.
Mar 21 2018, 12:55 AM

IYH Championship
5 on 1 Handicapped Match
Shawn Fox © vs Bad Omens

Proving Grounds Championship
Fatal Fourway Match
Michael Diablo vs The Kraken vs The Ikiryo vs Minka Carter

Tag Team Championship
Tag Team Match
Team Fury © vs Bad Omens (Banshee & Hellhound)

Rapid Fire Championship
Singles Match
Katie Hanley © vs Serena Maxwell

2 on 2 Parking Lot Brawl
Southern Hostility vs Hyphy Machinery

Singles Match
Brien Storm vs Jessica Anderson

Nov 21 2017, 07:28 PM

Max Thunder sustains injuries at Ruckus 53

Following the disturbing event during the controversial match with The Kraken and The Dragon last Sunday, State of Anarchy’s Max Thunder was found lying semi-conscious and alone backstage by staff. IYHWF confirmed that he suffered facial injuries including a broken nose due to the attack by The Banshee during the brief arena blackout. He underwent stitches for lacerations on his nose and left eyelid.

Thunder was then taken to the Royal Melbourne Hospital where he was held overnight for observation. Medical tests revealed that he had cervical and thoracic muscle strains. IYHWF also confirmed this would be a more severe re-injury from the brutal match at Rise To The Throne at the hands of The Banshee and The Hellhound.

Thunder is expected to miss up to six weeks of action as a result. Check back here for more updates on his condition.
Nov 7 2017, 11:44 PM
“Believe in Superstitions”


Black space. A void.

There is sound of a light mounted on the camera being switched on, illuminating a door before the viewers. With a hesitant hello, the cameraman reaches out his hand slowly and pushes it open. It groans as it leads him to an empty hallway. It is difficult to see beyond an arm’s length.

It is quiet. Still.

Something scuttles around noisily. Left of the camera, behind, right, behind, left — never in front in full view. The camera backtracks in an attempt to run away from the looming shadows. The cameraman gasps, his breathing now heavy.

Too late. There it is again, the sound of quick movements across the floor.

Thump, thump, thump!

Urgent. So urgent. The camera shivers.







Then still.


The camera swings around and there, on the floor on all fours is a woman in tattered white. The cameraman lets out a frightened yelp before falling on his behind. The camera drops on his lap and comes face to face with The Banshee. A sorrowful smile paints her black lips.


She flicks her tongue with a sickening grin and snaps her jaw as she crawls closer. Right arm over her head, then left. Her dark hair shadows over her face. Her bones, the floor, the walls — everything creaks. Her movement, slow yet with a powerful purpose, seems to have hypnotised the cameraman now and reduced him to a whimpering, immobile state. She reaches out to him with ravenous eyes.


The cameraman begs for mercy, crying in desperation to be spared. And The Banshee laughs as their screams both merge as one in the abyssal hallway.

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