(Beverly next finds Zed, falling into step with him she links her arm thru his. He raises an eyebrow but says nothing as they walk silently for a bit)
Bev: I understand what you are feeling.
Zed: About what?
Bev: You're recent string of ..
Zed: Failures.
Bev: Difficulties. The doubts creeping in.
(Zed says nothing as they continue to walk)
Bev: When I came back I wasn't even sure I wanted to be here.
Zed: Than why did you come back?
Bev: Kylie and Josie. I knew they'd need me even if Ky wishes she didn't.
Zed: Things still tense there?
Bev: We are working on it...but (stops walking turns to face him) Dorothy helped me realize something.
Zed: Oh?
Bev: I couldn't focus on why things were going wrong. I had to focus on doing my best and using each one as a learning experience. You can't dwell on loses. They will just eat at you. Hell, half the time we lose it isn't even directly our fault anyway.
Zed: (laughs) Ain't that the truth. (Pauses) Brick said some things that have me thinking too.
Bev: Thinking is good. But don't think you are losing your touch. Or your career is over. It's not.
Zed: Thanks Bev. I appreciate it.
Bev:(as they resume walking) Let's go get dinner.
Zed: I have mom here.
Bev: So I'll get K and B and we all will go. Lord knows those two can use someone sensible to talk took. Maybe your mom will be a good influence on them.
(Zed just looks at her)
Bev: ok please don't make me eat alone with them again. I can't take it.
Zed: (laughs again) Ok. Meet you in half hour.
Bev: Great. See you than!
(Grinning she heads down the hall as Zed goes to find his mom)
Post by DrMcAwesome on Aug 29, 2019 17:19:14 GMT -5
*as THE REVEREND BRICK~! is taking a quiet walk through the hallways of The God Complex, he is rudely bumped by MAC FLASHER*
MAC: “I want in.”
REV. BRICK~!: “Wonderful! I knew that The God Complex would win you over eventually. Now, I will admit that things may not be so rosy with the rest of …”
MF: “No, not The God Complex … It’s pretty clear that you’re The Benefactor. I mean, the money that you put into this traveling church and the collections that you haul in every weekend. You were always a high roller, but now the income has to be astronomical. Plus, you’re one of about 10 people in the world that Firewoman hasn’t named, which leads me to think that it’s really you. So, if you’re pulling the strings here in OOWF, I can stomach working alongside you. Strictly as business partners.”
B~!: “Oh … That’s not me, MacIntosh, and the money collected in The God Complex is used for the betterment of The God Complex and those who seek The Word. I believe that your notions have led you astray, and that has led you back into the loving acceptance of The God Complex.”
MF: “No. What would make you think that I’d want to find religion?”
B~!: “Well. You were barely around for most of the summer. Since your incident in Johnstown, you’ve done nothing to truly establish that you’re any different than you were beforehand. You had a breakdown earlier in the month that pretty much made you a barely functioning husk. You’re without direction. You need answers that your brain cannot adequately provide.”
*KAYFABE walks past and hands MAC a prescription for increased dosages of his antidepressant medications and a Cherry Coke*
MF: “No, Reverend. I still pretty much reject everything that this place stands for. Plus, I’m not too sure that I’m popular amongst the staff.”
B~!: “Well, Bridget may still want to decapitate you. I can’t imagine that Kylie, nor Zed are fond of you. Will you at least consider a return to The God Complex?”
MF: “I think you already know that answer.”
*MAC turns to walk away as REV. BRICK~! shouts out*
B~!: “MAC! You left your Switch in your quarters. You should go get it before Bridget erases your data from Super Smash Bros. Ultimate.”
MF: “Oh … Yeah. That took me forever to unlock everyone. Thanks, I guess.”
*MAC departs to his old quarters as REV. BRICK~! strolls away happily*
B~!: “Too bad that I did that the day after Johnstown.”
*REV. BRICK~! strolls and whistles while MAC can be heard screaming expletives as the scene fades*
Zed is reading over the latest speculation over whether or Justin Williams will actually play hockey this season when he notices the latest promo featuring Beverly, Bridget and Kylie getting ready for dinner.
Z: What the ... oh, hell. *shouts into another room* REVEREND! Reverend BRICK~! walks in.
B: Ye-
As he begins to speak, Zed shushes him and begins to whisper.
Z: They're like ... getting dressed up and shit.
B: Language!
Zed again implores BRICK~! to quiet down.
Z: Stuff. They're wearing dresses and stuff.
B: I'm sure you all will have a great time.
Z: Yeah, 'bout that. Do I have any like ... dress clothes? Suits? At all?
B: Why would I know that?
Z: Because you've been managing me for years now and I can't tell you the last time I dressed up in something other than a t-shirt, jeans, or wrestling gear?
B: That checks out.
Reverend BRICK~! walks over to a closet beside Zed's TV, knocks three times quickly before pressing a button above the door frame, and the closet spins open to reveal a wardrobe of suits.
B: Pick your poison. Not literally, of course.
Z: That was you.
B: That was sedatives, not poison. Besides, I'm a changed man now.
Reverend BRICK~! turns and walks away.
Z: Hey.
BRICK~! turns back around.
Z: Thanks.
B: You're not getting soft in old age, are you?
Z: I'm not that old, get out of here.
B: You're welcome.
BRICK~! again makes his way out of the room as Zed peruses his wardrobe options for the evening. FADE.
Much later that evening ... *deep breath* ... alright, disembodied voice, you've got this ... Bridget, Kylie, Bev, Zed and Zed's Mom ... nailed it! ... are back at the compound and practically falling over laughing ...
ZM: So then he says, "If you weren't going to take my advice, why did you even ask?"
Laughter.
KM: No, he didn't!
Z: Was I wrong?
ZM: Only time he ever back-talked me as a kid, and I couldn't even be mad!
Z: I wasn't wrong.
ZM: Gosh, you must have been ... 13?
Z: Hell if I know.
ZM: It was a long time ago.
Z: Thank God we're not in that dump of an apartment anymore.
ZM: Remember how cold it would get there?
Z: How could I forget! These people *points at group* always make fun of me on the planes and shit when I always have a blanket with me.
BM: We could be in Arizona in the middle of the summer and you have a blanket!
Z: I'm not gonna be cold. Period.
The laughter finally begins to subside.
Z: Wow, it is ... really late. Man.
ZM: Yeah, I think I'm going to call it a night.
BC: I'm really glad you could join us!
ZM: It was a lot of fun. And I'll remember to give you a call next time I'm baking cookies.
Z: Good night, mom *leans in and gives his mom a kiss on the cheek*
ZM: Love you.
Z: Love you, too.
Zed's Mom walks away.
BC: I think it's about time we turned in as well.
KM: Yeah, this was fun.
Z: Definitely. It's been nice to just ... have fun. Not worry about ... our future, I guess.
BC: You shouldn't worry about that. The OOWF could fold tomorrow and you'd be signing a contract on Saturday.
Z: *chuckles* I'd rather not find out if that's true.
There's a pause, Zed exhaling slightly and letting the slightest grin appear across his face.
<we cut to the New Japan Pro Wrestling headquarters and see Moose walking out of the building tucking some paperwork into his jacket pocket. A reporter rushes up to him>
R: Moose! Have you left the OOWF and signed with New Japan Pro Wrestling?
MHJ: Maybe I have, maybe I haven't
R: Do you know who the Benefactor is?
MHJ: The what?
R: the Benefactor, the man that supposedly bought the OOWF to save it! Who is it?
MHJ: Huh. I don't know. But it sounds like it would be someone who just came into a considerable amount of money.
<Moose pulls out a cigar, lights it, then walks away>
So, on facebook, when you call a dumbfuck who wants to put immigrants into concentration camps, a dumbfuck, you get banned. Facebook frowns on that kind of honesty.
<cut to a private room at an exclusive steakhouse in Japan. Stan Fulton and Moose sit at the table sharing cigars and whiskey>
SF: Good to see you again Sensei, the last time was......
MHJ: Yeah, kind of abrupt
<Fulton takes a sip, then looks at Moose>
SF: You and Fire confound me.
MHJ: You are not alone
SF: In my years there, I watched you two, you either want to kill one another, or want to be around one another, and it seems you can do neither
MHJ: Not for lack of trying
SF: <laughing> especially the killing.
MHJ: <leaning in close> Stan......when I was in Minnesota, Patrick and I had been talking. That dream.........I just can't shake it
SF: Sensei, we are all our own people. If Alex had wanted, he could have wrestled you straight up in every single match you two ever had. Fire could have said no to Bloodpond. We all make our own choices, they chose their path, and that brought them to the OOWF, knowing you were there, knowing you would likely cross paths.
MHJ: I want another match
SF: Against whom?
MHJ: You
SF: I am retired.
MHJ: I have to know
<Stan is about to say something when the waiter comes by with the check. Stan is about to pick it up when Moose grabs it>
MHJ: Don't worry, it's on me
SF: You sure? I mean......technically, aren't you unemployed?
So, on facebook, when you call a dumbfuck who wants to put immigrants into concentration camps, a dumbfuck, you get banned. Facebook frowns on that kind of honesty.
Fire has returned to her room and the scrawlings on the wall. While she's got just about everyone that has ever worked with, on, or around OOWF, she's forgotten a few and she's filling them in and drawing arrows. Some of the arrows continue to go in one direction though.
FW:....I KNEW it!!!!
At that exact moment, a dart comes from the shadows and hits Fire in the neck. She reaches up a hand and pulls it out.
FW: OUCH! What the....why is the room spinni....
...and she falls onto the sofa with a thud. Within seconds she is sleeping peacefully. Lucky comes slowly out of the shadows, dart gun in hand. Moose heard Fire fall, and also comes in.
MHJ: What the hell?
L: It's, uh... not what it looks like.
MHJ: Are you sure?
L: ....pretty sure.
MHJ: Cos it looks like you bought a dart gun at some point and shot my sister full of a sedative to make her actually get some sleep so she's not completely frazzled for her matches.
L: Oh...well, then yes, it is what it looks like.
MHJ: .....well, better you than me. I'm still catching hell for six years ago.
L: Yeah.....you won't...tell her, will you?
Moose strokes his beard thoughtfully.
MHJ: What's in it for me?
L: If she kills me, then YOU'LL have to ...."manage" her.
MHJ: Good point. Okay, here's what I saw. Someone in dark clothes could see she was getting too close to discovering who the Benefactor was, and decided to stop her. I tried to stop them as they ran out but they were too fast for me.
L: Think she'll buy that?
MHJ: I never run, so yes.
L: Okay...
MHJ: Want me to help get her to her bed?
L: Naw, let's just let her sleep here. She looks comfortable enough.
Camera focuses on a sleeping Firewoman, who at that moment clutches a throw pillow and smiles in her sleep, and then we FAAAAAAAAAAAAADE.....
Last Edit: Aug 30, 2019 20:19:14 GMT -5 by Fire-Babe
[DevSop] god your sex life scares me
[SeamusMcNasty] And that is why I hate the Miz. He's got potential, but he just doesn't live up to it. Unlike Randy Orton, who has no potential and lives right up to that.
MHJ: "if it is kinky, depraved, erotic, or a fetish, you will find it"
Cyclops698 "I'm 100% committed to our fake marriage"
An alarm goes off at 5am. Firewoman stirs from the sofa and sits up, stretching and yawning as if she's had the best sleep of her life. Lucky comes in, cup of coffee at the ready.
L: Oh good, your up. I have your coffee, and your running shoes are ready. Big day today!
FW: *yawning again and taking the coffee* Why am I sleeping on the couch?
L: I don't know....I came in and you were there. I put a blanket over you and you just rolled over with the cutest little--
FW: Stop. Wait, I know...YES! I figured out who the benefactor was!
L: Oh right, that....well...
FW: Who cleaned off the walls?
L: Well, I did. I'd like to just ONCE get a security deposit back.
FW: I didn't even hear you.
L: You were REALLY out. I mean, sleeping soundly-wise.
FW: But...I had the dots all connected and it went to.....
L: Who?
FW: ......dammit...I don't remember. Do you?
L: Well. Yeah, but it makes no sense.
FW: TELL ME!
L: You had them pointing to me.
FW: I.....did?
L: Mm-hmmmm....
FW: But you're not--
L: No I am not. This is what lack of sleep does to your brain, Fire, you know this.
FW: Oh.....wait, what day is it?
L: Sunday. You have three championship matches today so drink that and get started on your match-day routine. After your run I have your yoga session booked, match-day lunch, and I do believe I have a volunteer for your...uh...match day "massage."
FW: *evil grin* If I'm having three matches, shouldn't I get three "massages?"
L: *grabbing her nearly empty coffee cup and thrusting her shoes and a water bottle at her* Don't be greedy.
FW: Fine....fine.... *putting on her shoes and adjusting her pony tail*....did I really think YOU were the Benefactor?
L: Yep.
FW: That's crazy.
L: Consider the source.
Fire glares at Lucky then gets up to get to her run. After she leaves, Lucky sighs in relief, and then starts to fold the blanket and get the room in order.
[DevSop] god your sex life scares me
[SeamusMcNasty] And that is why I hate the Miz. He's got potential, but he just doesn't live up to it. Unlike Randy Orton, who has no potential and lives right up to that.
MHJ: "if it is kinky, depraved, erotic, or a fetish, you will find it"
Cyclops698 "I'm 100% committed to our fake marriage"
Post by DrMcAwesome on Sept 1, 2019 22:29:17 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (No. 930) – Fire’s Choice Live! From Akita, Japan Aug. 7, 2019
The show opens with Carl From Fresno standing atop the OOWF ramp. Before he can address fans in Akita, Firewoman rushes the stage and grabs the microphone from Carl’s hand.
Firewoman (panting): “I figured it out! I know who The Benefactor is. I really thought this would be harder to solve, but I’ve figured it out! Carl, I honestly thought better of you than to associate with …”
The microphone cuts out and the camera feed cuts away from Firewoman’s face so no lip readers can catch on to her guess as OOWF Security grabs Firewoman and carry her kicking and screaming toward the backstage area. Carl, with a look of mortified fear on his face, picks up the microphone and taps it until he hears sound.
Carl: “Anyway … The Benefactor told me to welcome you back to OOWF. We’re not going to bore you with a long speech, but we do appreciate you attending on such short notice. As you saw, Firewoman will have a chance to win all three championships tonight. But we’ve got a helluva card to get through before that all happens.”
John Law and Kieran Bourne vs. Los Defenestrators • Kieran starts against El Ecosistema, with neither gaining much in the way of an advantage, standing off a few times before Ecosistema tags in El Voltaje • Kieran and Voltaje fight over a wristlock, with Kieran running atop the ropes before a deep arm drag sends Voltaje sliding across the mat • Voltaje offers Kieran a handshake out of respect, which Kieran reluctantly accepts and uses to leverage his way into a side headlock • Kieran works the headlock while also tagging in John, who hammers away at the masked grappler • John blisters Voltaje with a series of chops, before raking the covered eyes of Voltaje • Voltaje feigns injury to his eyes as referee Mel Creech passively chides John for the dirty act • Ecosistema tags himself in, out of Creech’s sight, but he’s not going to enforce something silly like that • With John going toward Voltaje, Ecosistema plasters John with a flying forearm that gets 1 • John tries to roll away toward a tag, but is caught by Ecosistema, who knees him in the stomach and delivers a Rocker Dropper that gets 1 • Ecosistema tries to lock John in a surfboard, but cannot maneuver the bulky legs of the former officer, instead opting to stomp John’s left knee into the mat • Ecosistema and Voltaje alternate the work on John’s leg, each trying grapevine submissions to no avail • With Voltaje ascending the turnbuckles, John pulls Ecosistema into the path of Voltaje’s elbow drop attempt before limping toward his corner • Kieran comes in a house of fire, delivering rights and a few crescent kicks to anything “Mexican” with a mask • John rejoins the fray as all four men brawl with John and Kieran working their opposition into opposing corners • Both Irish whip attempts get reversed as John and Kieran collide with Kieran getting the worst of the collision • Ecosistema rolls up Kieran and grabs a heaping helping of tights to get the flash pin
Winners (rollup, 8:45) Los Defenestrators.
Postmatch: John berates Kieran over the loss, getting a punch blocked before eating a few fists from Kieran. The two battle around the ring and up the ramp as Los Defenestrators grab popcorn from a fan and enjoy the proceedings.
The Darling Twins vs. Banned From Everywhere • Alexander Darlin and Justin Sane start for their respective teams with Alexander delivering a spine buster to a charging Justin • Alexander hammers away at Justin, taunting him to the point that he had yet to remove his entrance gear while still dominating him • Alexander tags in Alexis, who Justin immediately tries to kiss • Alexis lays out Justin with a right cross as Awesome Bill laughs at the rejection • Repulsed at the idea of touching Justin, Alexis commands Alexander to send Justin to his corner so Awesome Bill can tag in • Alexis tries to catch Awesome Bill off guard with a few aerial moves, but Bill catches a crossbody and turns that into a quick power slam and 2 from Angelo Barros • Awesome Bill escorts Alexis back to her corner, opting to battle Alexander instead • Alexander tags in and eats a right hand to the jaw • Awesome Bill whips a staggered Alexander into the ropes and catches him with a power slam as well. That one gets 1.5 • Awesome Bill and Justin work over Alexander, as Alexis gets a few fans to rally behind Alexander, despite Akita being a Banned From Everywhere town • With Awesome Bill hoisting Alexander into a torture rack, Justin climbs the turnbuckles • A crazed look gets into Justin’s face as he yells DOUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAAAWWWWWWWK! • The lights go out as a series of gongs can be heard along with Godzilla’s roar and the coin sound from Super Mario Bros … When the lights turn back on former Dramatic Dream Team child wrestler President Ramu is chokeslamming Justin, having already laid waste to Awesome Bill. • Ramu commands Alexander to pin Justin, Alexander sneers but takes the easy win all the same • Barros counts off 3
Winner (Ramuference, 9:21) The Darling Twins.
Postmatch: Justin sits up, perplexed that child just manhandled him. Ramu hits a Shining Wizard on Justin and pins him ceremonially as Barros is intimidated into making the non-official count.
Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox vs. Sebastian Davis vs. “Silver Eagle” Jack Bullet • Shizuru-Mune enters to a hero’s welcome in his home nation, but the joy is short-lived as Sebastian brains him with a cowbell on the ramp • Playing tribute to another Texan that made quite a career in Japan, Sebastian lariats Shizuru-Mune into the stands, effectively eliminating him from the match before it starts • Jack runs down to the ring and opens a hellacious brawl with Sebastian, as the two beat each other from pillar to post • Davis Hightower tries to separate the two men, but Jack is not going to let the attack of his sometimes ally stand • Shizuru-Mune gathers himself and a kendo stick, swinging for the fences on Sebastian; incidentally catching a bit of Jack • Jack stares at Shizuru-Mune and nods in approval before Sebastian clubs Jack from behind with the cowbell • Jack grabs a chair while on the ground, giving all three men weapons as they stand off • Hightower has long since thrown this match out
Referee’s decision (no contest, :00).
Postmatch: The brawl continues with Jack and Shizuru-Mune eventually overwhelming Sebastian, who heads to higher ground, allowing Shizuru-Mune to stand tall in his home nation with Jack graciously stepping out of the spotlight.
OOWF Tag-Team Championship: The Frenemies (c) vs. Moosehead Jack and Matt Folz • After the bell rings, but before the match starts, Gavin “Junior” Hale rushes to the ring and whispers into Moose’s ear. He taps Matt on the shoulder and they rush to the back with no regard to the match at hand.
Winner (countout :10) and still OOWG Tag-Team Champions, The Frenemies.
Postmatch: The Saints of Sinners pair arrive in the back as Firewoman stands next to a whiteboard …
Moose: “You have got to be fucking joking me! Junior told me that you were in danger.”
Firewoman: “We’re all in danger. I know who The Benefactor is! If we can take him down before the reveal, we might have a chance at survival.”
Matt: “You could have timed it better, though.”
Firewoman: “Whatever ... The Benefactor is …”
The feed cuts to a commercial to OOWF After Dark’s newest series: “Undercover with John Law,” and returns to the impending action.
Triple Jeopardy Match – No. 1: Onslaught Championship – Mac Flasher (c) vs. Firewoman • Mac is standing in the ring as a crazed Firewoman is led to the ring, with a dry-erase marker in hand • Firewoman enters the ring and starts working on her theories on the canvas, marking it red in no time • Mac, with a worried look on his face, peers in to see Firewoman’s work, only to get jabbed in the eye with the marker • Mac immediately crumbles to the mat as Firewoman jabs his other eye, causing Mac to tap out in a non-submission attempt just to avoid fourth assault from office supplies
Winner (submission - Sharpie to the eye, :45) and new OOWF Onslaught Champion, Firewoman.
Postmatch: Firewoman continues working on figuring out The Benefactor while Mac is led out of the ring. Firewoman waves off the Onslaught Title, signifying that she’s going for more … Or just isn’t concerned with anything other than the mystery money man.
Triple Jeopardy Match – No. 2: Intercontinental Championship – “Black Magic” Stacy Kirkland (c) vs. Firewoman • Stacy just stares at Firewoman as she scrawls more notes on the canvas • An impatient Stacy, who just watched red marker ink get scrawled across her boots, grabs Firewoman by the hair and slaps her, snapping her from her Benefactor obsession • The two Saints of Sinners open up on each other with punches, slaps, chops and a few forearms as Mel Creech attempts to maintain order • Firewoman rakes Stacy’s eyes and hits a picture-perfect standing dropkick, sending the champion out of the ring • Firewoman follows Stacy out and delivers an axe handle from the apron, sending Stacy throat-first into the barricade • Stacy grabs her throat immediately and begins gasping for air • Firewoman shows concern for her fellow Saint, checking on her well-being only to have the Minnesotan grab the nearby ring bell and clock her with it • Firewoman falls to the mat as Stacy searches for a chair, only to get halted by Creech
Winner (disqualification, 5:16) Firewoman.
Postmatch: Stacy, having lost it, tries to inflict further damage on the dazed Firewoman as Carl From Fresno arrives on the ramp, with mic in hand.
Carl: “Ladies and gentlemen, while Firewoman did not win the Intercontinental Championship, The Benefactor is willing to grant her the World Championship match against Beverly Cambridge … IF she can continue.”
With Creech checking over Firewoman, she nods repetitively that she can continue, with Beverly Cambridge heading toward the ring. She bumps shoulders – and titles – with Stacy, prompting a quick stare down between the two champions.
Triple Jeopardy Match – No. 3: World Championship – Beverly Cambridge (c) vs. Firewoman • Davis Hightower swaps in for Mel Creech as Beverly waits for the bell • Beverly gets that bell and makes sure that Firewoman can still compete • Firewoman waves the champion toward her, screeching that she can, in fact, go • Beverly gains early control over the woozy and bruised Firewoman, stretching her out on the mat with a series of discomforting submission tries • Firewoman isn’t going to tap to a half-crab, though, as she powers up and boots Beverly away with her free leg • Firewoman pops up and goes to town on Beverly, beating her down in the corner and screeching … Actually getting some Japanese fans to side with her • Firewoman peels Beverly from the corner and delivers a short-arm clothesline before planting her with a DDT • That gets 2 • Firewoman then stands Beverly up and knees her in the gut, before running the ropes and delivering a bulldog • That’s only part of the equation as Beverly gets to her knees and barely avoids a curb stomp, sweeping Firewoman’s legs from under her after the miss • Beverly attempts a La Magistral and gets 1 • The two stand off as Stacy runs to the ring with “Junior” Hale and pulls Hightower out as Hale starts whaling on the senior official • While Hale is hammering away at Hightower, Stacy rolls into the ring and is laid out by a superkick by Firewoman just as she was standing up • Mac Flasher rushes to ringside and tries to hold back Beverly, only to eat a back elbow and a Sole Food jawbreaker • Stacy and Firewoman brawl while Mac and Beverly square off as Jack Bullet, Moosehead Jack, Matt Folz, Zed, Kieran Bourne and Sebastian Davis pour out to instigate a chaotic brawl The match is completely broken now
Referee’s decision (no contest, ~12:00).
Postmatch: Carl From Fresno is back out with a mic and a message as he winces periodically.
Carl: “The Benefactor is not happy with any of you! So I have the following message concerning tonight and this coming Wednesday. First, since there was no winner in the World Title match, The Benefactor is vacating all THREE singles championships effective immediately. Secondly, you 10 in the ring will be placed in random matches at MidWeek Mayhem with the five winners, gaining a spot in a five-person elimination match for the vacated World Championship at Hell on Earth, on the condition that none of you do anything to upset The Benefactor between now and Wednesday.”
In closing …: Carl stands on the stage and peers toward a diverse set of reactions on the 10 wrestlers inside the ring as the feed fades out.
Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action be sure to check out OOWF Hell on Earth 15!, Sept. 29 Live! From Asheville, North Carolina. And don’t forget to catch next week’s MidWeek Mayhem on Sept. 4, LIVE! from Key West, Florida.