The June 3rd Incident

by **Aaron O'Shea** August 27th 2009, 8:26 pm

(colour code): AaronBrenton Fuckit Chuck Megan One night stand
chick Michelle Carmine Kaos Jazmine Ortiz

June 3^rd 2009

So it wasn’t really the greatest start to the day. You see I had been out the night before. It was sort of a congratulations party for me. Only no one knew except me. I had just been
drafted to Direct Hit. The A-show. The omega in wrestling. I was going to be
fighting with the best of the best. Chuck Matthews, Brenton Cyrus, etc. I was
really stoked. The only thing I wanted to do was party. It was a wild night. I
hit two bars , a nightclub and a college party. That cant be good for the
liver. Still worth it.

It was good up until my alarm went
off. Ahhhhhhhhh! The ringing was rattling my brain. It was like a truck had hit
it. Needless to say I was in a rotten mood and could have snapped at anyone in
my way. That would come into play later at the DH headquarters. I sat up in my
bed. The bed sheets just covering the nether regions of my body. I leaned over
and rested my head in my arms. Trying to wait out the pain but it didn’t work.
Just then I heard a voice from behind me.

Bad headache babe?

I jumped from the bed and the
sheets dropped to the ground. It was a damn hot chick just laying in my bed,
with absolutely noting on, except a smile and messed up hair. She looked away
from my eyes then looked down. This would not bode well with my fiancée. In
fact this was really fucking bad. I love getting drunk. But the downside is I
do things I don’t mean to do. See my fiancée Michelle couldn’t go out and
celebrate the night before because she had work. I wasn’t exactly prime time
contract material back then so she still worked too. I couldn’t believe I
deceived her like this. But I couldn’t tell her. She’d dump me in an instant.
She was the first girl I met in America and she really helped me get my bearings.

Oh my god! You have to get of here. Seriously did we? We didn’t.
I didn’t . Oh shit!

What but we had such a great night together. Doesn’t that
mean anything to you?

Eh not really at this point no. I was wasted and did you see
my finger.

See it, I felt it. A lot haha.

No I mean the ring on it!

What ring?

I looked down at my finger and was
confused. My engagement ring was gone. I looked up at the girl. My eyes were
opened as wide as they could go.

Do you fucking know what happened to it?

Eh yeah you needed money for another bottle of tequila so
you traded it.

I traded my fucking engagement ring for tequila?! Shit!

I had reached a new low. Even for
me. I do stupid fucking things when I’m drunk but this was perhaps the dumbest
thing yet. Michelle will tear me a new asshole if she found out I traded my
engagement ring. And then she will kill me if she finds that girl with me.

Come on I’ll lead you out. Here’s some money for a taxi now
you better go. Quickly!

I walked her down the stairs to my
doorway and almost like planned. My fiancée Michelle walks through the door
with some breakfast. My expressions were frozen. I didn’t know what to do. She
just looked at me then with disgust at the girl with me. Her clothes hanging
off her. Obviously she would assume the worst.

What the hell is this?

Eh this is our new wedding planner.

Really?

She crossed her arms and then I
knew she was definitely not buying this. But I kept rolling with anyway.

Eh yeah. She is planning a huge party.

Shut up Aaron you know for a fact I don’t believe you.

Yes ma’am I know.

I think I’ll just get going.

She slipped by my fiancée carefully.
She didn’t want to get fucked up. Rightly so, Michelle could kick my ass. So no
hope for her.

So babe. How was your night?

I tried to brush off the incident
but that was not going to happen was it.

You have hurt me Aaron. Deeply, I don’t know if I can
forgive you for this.

Come on babe, It was a drunken mistake I mean I seriously
cannot remember what happened. Please just hear me out at least.

I grabbed her hand and sat her
down on the couch with me beside her.

You know I would never do this to you if I wasn’t under the
influence. I love you babe.

Where’s your ring Aaron?

Em probably in a pawn shop right now.

Well to cut out all the gory
details. I ended up with a busted lip. No fiancée and an engagement ring lodged
up my nostril. It certainly was not a pretty scene. I have only seen Micelle
once after that. She had met a lawyer and was engaged again. Good for her.
Maybe he wont get pissed and cheat on her. Fingers crossed. I cleaned up my
face and got a shower. A lot of thoughts ran through my head. I ruined the only
relationship I ever had that could have gone places. But fuck it. There’s
plenty more whores in the streets. I would eventually meet Alison but that was
a couple of weeks later. The grand re-opening of Legacy Bar. It was under new
ownership when I met her. But right now it was just a great place to hang out.
I got dressed and grabbed my wrestling gear. I had my first match under the
Direct Hit management tonight. Not on tv but a house show. Still a great
feeling to be wrestling for the A-show. I got in my Chrysler and drove to the
event. There wasn’t much trouble getting as I wasn’t a big star yet but
obviously Carmine saw potential. Just
the usual fans waiting outside.

PG is Pretty Gay!

I’m a Dublin Dominatrix.

Some pretty weird shit coming from
them but I liked it. It made me laugh. When I got to the car park I was
directed through the arena by their staff. Very polite and they actually wanted
my autograph. Probably to show their kids that they met someone famous.
Thinking I was big. But then their kids would tell them I’m lame haha. I
definitely was missing something. PG Champion was exactly what the fan said. It
was pretty gay. I walked over to the card for the night and saw I was fighting
Chuck Matthews. This was a big step for me. Chuck was a great wrestler. I was
smiling as I stared at the card when Jazmine Ortiz walked over to me and shook
my hand.

Well your on Direct Hit now, the big leagues.

Too right it’s the big leagues. Chuck in my first match,
wow!

Yeah you see you will be fighting him at the televised
show so we want you two to get equipped with each others styles tonight so you
can perfect the match on t.v.

Makes sense yeah. So what’s the outcome?

It will be a double count
out. That way even the people here tonight wont know what will happen on
the weekend. It will be still exciting for them.

Okay sounds good. I’ll try and find Chuck later to work it
what were doing.

Okay good luck Mr. O’Shea. We hope to see a lot more than
beating jobbers from you, on Direct Hit.

Ha no problem.

She walked down the hall talking
to some staff and I went the opposite way. I was in search of Chuck so we could
work out what will do in our match that night. But he was no where to be seen.
Rumour was he was hiding from Carmine but I didn’t know what for. So I guess I
would have to wing it. I was good at that. I had carried a few people in our
matches before. But this was different. I didn’t get to worried though. He was
a professional. He knew what he was doing and so did I.

It turned out as an okay match. Imean it could have been better but that’s why it was practise match. Chuck was hitting a bit hard. I didn’t know what his problem was but I knew then he was a
huge asshole. I suppose it was a great experience. Chuck was heel and was a
huge personality in NLWF so I had never gotten so much cheers. Awesomeness
anyway.

I got to the locker room and took a shower. I was beat up pretty bad. So I rested up and watched the rest of the show. I put on some NLWF clothes and a cap so I could sit at ringside without
anyone noticing me. Pretty smart eh? I think a few guys noticed me but it was
cool they were so caught up in the matches they didn’t pay attention to me.
When the final match was over I stayed behind to help take down the ring. I
always wanted to see how it was put together and it was interesting. It did
take a lot of time and I thought all the wrestlers would be gone already. But
when I went backstage there was still a few.

by **Aaron O'Shea** August 27th 2009, 8:34 pm

When I walked through the curtain
I got a pepsi from the concession stands. Then sat back on a steel chair. I was
still sore from Chuck’s Hollywood Impact!
I noticed some guy talking to Megan O’Day. Wow she was hot anyway she
was engaged to some douche so I couldn’t ruin another marriage in one day, if
you know what I mean ha. Yeah well this guys looked like he was trying to. A
few people looked on in disgust at him when they heard him talk. I also noticed
Brenton Cyrus in the background shaking his head in anger at him.

Hey hun wanna hook up tonight?

Don’t call me hun okay?

I said something to this new guy “Fuckit”. But no one heard me.

That’s basically verbal sexual harassment brother.

Yeah they didn’t care.

Sorry Hun, it wont happen again… But seriously, I think me and you could really have
a connection.

I’m not interested at all! You’re, gross and hello, I’m engaged!

She held up her engagement ring to show him. I then thought about where
my ring could be. Just then Brenton came to life and took a shot a Fuckit.

Rejected!

I couldn’t help but laugh, like everyone else in the hallway. He just wouldn’t quit with Megan. She was obviously freaked out.

Listen hun….

Brenton stood up and drew attention to himself and ripped his shirt
off. The shit was about to hit the fan. I knew there would be a fight. I was
excited.

Fuckit wasn’t fucking around either. He was a cocky son of a bitch.

What the fuck are you doing?
You look like you want to fight me! Do you know who I am?!

Brenton beat the holy hell out of Fuckit and Megan ran away. I had to
step in, BC would have killed him. Me , Chuck Matthews and Death-Angel grabbed
him and pulled him away.

Let me go!

Brenton calm down!

Get the fuck off of me Chuck !

Chuck let him go and he turned to look at the three of us. Then Fuckit did it again

Do you know who I am?

Brenton laughed at him and just shook his head. I laughed as well. I couldn’t belive he was still trying to convince us he was something special.

Do you know who I am? You fucked with the wrong person!

That dick munch Kaos helped him up. I hate that asshole.

I’m the new head writer of Direct Hit! You’re FUCKED BRENTON CYRUS! I WONT REST UNTIL
YOU ARE FIRED FROM DIRECT HIT!

Go ahead, get me fired!

He started running at Brenton. I then remembered I owed him one. So why not stop an unsuspecting
attack. So I did. I laid him out with a right hook. Then kicked him a few times
to ensure he stopped. The puss bag up and left as soon as I stopped. Brenton
turned to me with a smile on his face.

Nicely done.

That guy was an asshole.

You said it.

Brenton gave me a high five then we went to the concession stand for another pepsi. But before we knew it, Carmine was on the rampage. He was looking for us.

What the fuck is going on here!? My new creative team member, and long time friend,
tells me that two of my wrestlers beat the shit out of him.

Let me explain what happened.

Carmine interrupted Brenton. That didn’t go down too
well with Cyrus.

Keep your mouth shut bitch, or I’ll trade you to Legacy!

Brenton grabbed Carmine by the throat. I was amazed
that he was doing this. His boss was on the receiving end of a choke?

Do it! I dare you! Trade me!

Brenton had him pinned against a wall now. He let go
and Carmine stormed off. Brenton slapped Chuck on the shoulder and wanted him
to follow. I was still in shock about what just happened. I walked back down
the hallway towards the merchandise stands that were closing for the night. I
wanted to see if my stuff was selling. I mean it wasn’t too bad considering who
I was. But I suppose and bit of money was needed and accepted gratefully. No
matter how little. As I was checking on it with the salesman. Kristofer Kaos
came up and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and looked at him, raised my
eyebrow because I didn’t know what the fuck he wanted.

Can I help you?

Yeah you think you lookedpretty big back there didn’t you. Punching and kicking an already injured person. Big guy. He is your new boss. Pay some god damn respect, or you will be
part of the death on NLWF. You inconsiderate little shit. I am bigger than you
in this company and even I know not to cross the boss. So grow up.

Man fuck you. I’ll kick your ass right now you mother fucker. Why don’t you crawl back under the rock you came from back to mommy. By the way how is she? Its been about two months since I’ve porked her.

Oh you little ungrateful shit, without me you wouldn’t be here. I make the rating your just the teaser of what’s to come later in the show. You couldn’t hold my jock strap.

Your right I couldn’t. I’m not gay enough to hold other peoples jock straps. Ew you sick freak. Just fuck off and suck Fuckits dick for a while will ya.

You are the most disrespectful punk I have ever met.

Yeah get used to it brother because I will be here a lot longer than you and will surpass you eventually.

Yeah when pigs fly out of my dick.

Well obviously this guy has given birth to piglets because now I have been a quadruple champion. Suck it motherfuckaaa!!!

Fuck you man you’re a shithead!

Before I knew it Kaos’s face went blank and he started backing up. Then I heard who he was backing off from.

Kaos get the fuck out of here, or I’ll beat the shit out of you!

I turned around and shook hands with Brenton as he started talking to me.

Hey man you didn’t have to help me out today, I could have handled it.

Yeah well, I owed you still for that room in England.

We laughed for a minute. He didn’t have to say that.
It wasn’t a big deal. I mean yeah I’ll probably get fired but the main thing is
I did what I thought was right.

Well I owe you one now, do you want to hang out or something?

Sure why not.

Alright cool.

I was going out on the town with Brenton Cyrus, wow.
This is his town. We would have a kick ass time. I could tell. He got a
message. He looked at it then smiled.

You have my number right?

Yeah I think so.

Give me a call in like an hour, and I’ll take you to my favourite bar in Los Angeles ok?

Sounds awesome , I’ll talk to you soon.

He continues smiling as he walked away looking at his phone. I didn’t know what
was going on so I just left. I drove home and got dressed. I spruced myself up
and then watched sports centre for a while. After a while I wanted to get out
so I ran up Brenton.

Hello?

Hey whats up BC its Aaron...O’Shea…

Yeah , hey whats up?

Are we still going out?

Nah man, I’m emotionally drained, today has been one of the longest days of my life.

I’m sure you say that all the time, hey, if you wont come out for you, will you
come out for me?

What do you mean?

We’re both been traded to Legacy.

We laughed over the phone for a while thinking about what transpired that night. Then he gave me directions to Legacy Bar & Grill.

I’ll see you in like an hour tops.

Awesome, I’m going to drop your name to get into the bar, is that ok?

I don’t think you understand, this bar is nothing special, it’s just one of my favourites.

Oh, ok then, I’ll see you when you get here.

Alright man.

Bye.

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