Diary of a Business Man Part 2

by **Aaron O'Shea** March 28th 2010, 4:09 pm

13^th March 2010
7 Sins Bar and Club.
Las Vegas, Nevada.

It was a very toasty afternoon in the deserts of Nevada. I was driving through the seemingly endless roadway surrounded by sand. The air conditioning pumped up to full blast as I was still wiping the sweat from my brow. It looked like heaven after this long and warm drive, I had my doubts it was in fact on front of me, I thought it was a mirage. But oh no. That famous beam of light in the sky, as the sun was going down. I had made it to the city of big lights and even bigger personalities. When I left the desert behind, and crossed the invisible border to the city, I was amazed at how much I had missed the scenery of this place. I mean who doesnt like Vegas, and it had been a while. I drove past the big casino's and all them places, because I was wanted at the 7 Sins Club, to prepare for tonights big show. The first show lays the foundations, but the second cements you in the history books as a big deal. I got the call from Mike Tucker, my head commentator that he wanted to run over the show with me. Plus I had other jobs aswell, like sorting out the finishing touches of the card. Also the Tag Titles was up for grabs in a triple threat tag. I had to make sure they got to the event safe and sound. All this had to be done by me, because well I cant trust anyone else to be under this much CZW pressure at the moment. This was going to be awesome. A real themed night, to go with the Vegas thing. We would even have a roulette wheel.

When I got to the club, it wasnt quite the MGM Grand. But then again, this wasnt Floyd Mayweather vs Manny Pacquiaou, but it was a great start for an organization with such low credibilty. That would all change soon enough, because we are going to prove to the world that we are a great federation. We will soon be rolling in the cash, and then we can book any venue we please.
I got out of my car, and was in the open car park. A few passers by came over and wanted to know why I was here, because obviously they didnt see the flyers all over the city or, they werent big independent fans.

Hey, are you Aaron O'Shea?

What...eh yeah that's me.

Oh my god no way!

Yeah, thats the usual reaction. Nice to meet you.

I began to walk towards the doors, so I could go inside and check out the set, but the guy continued to talk, as I tried to leave.

What the heck are you doing here in Vegas?

Well, I'm putting on a show with my company CZW. Have you heard of it.

Yeah I heard the name of it before, and I read the stuff on the internet about it. But I havent heard about any shows coming to town.

Eh yeah, we have one tonight. It's going on air in a few days on Versus.

No way! I have to go see this. But what time will it be on Versus, in case I cant go? Primetime?

Oh...no....it will be on at like 11pm. It's only new and is still being tested for ratings. But heres hoping we get a slot every saturday live on tv huh.

Awh man, I'm going to get my whole family here tonight. Family reunion. You know how it is.

Eh..not really, but anyway I have to g....

Please can I get an autograph?

Eh sure, you got a pen?

Of course I do.

The annoying guy, gave me a pen, and then took out what looked to be a used napkin he got in a near by restaurant. It was stained at one corner, but I didnt hold onto that bit. He took the napkin off me, with a huge smile on his face and put it in his fanny pack. He patted me on the back, as I cringed, then he walked on out of the parking lot with his toruist like attire. I shook my head then walked myself on to the building. I sturggled with the door for a second, because it was the fire exit and it was stiff from under use. Pretty dangerous for a show with a lot of fireworks, but I think I loosened it up enough for it to be safe. At least I hope I did. Wouldnt want anything to happen to our fans and our staff. When i got through the door I saw a few members of the venues crew standing by, awaiting my arrival, then in the distance, the crew of CZW setting up the pyro for the shows start up display. The venue staff member standing by the door, saw that I walked in and immediately came over to me.

Hello Mr. O'Shea. Welcome to the 7 Sins, where anything that happens never leaves.

Eh that's a cool greeting. Okay first thing before anything, get someone on that door right away. Tha last thing I need is a fucking fire hazard happening during my second ever show.

Oh yes sir right away.

He pulled out a walkie talkie that was attached to his belt and called for help straight away. To please me of course.

Hey Paul. Can you get someone down here at Fire Exit 2. It needs to be made safer. I thinkits rusted a bit shut. Get on it straight away. Thanks.

He put the walkie talkie back on his belt. I had walked ahead abit and he didnt realise. When he looked up he saw I was gone, so ran up behind me quickly. This guy to me seemed like a bit of a push over so I think I could have a lot of fun messing with him.
We were both walking down the hallway, and I was peeking inside every doorway I could see so I could scope out the place. The crew member was following me around like a cat chasing a mouse. I kept trying to confuse him by turning a corner then walking back to the opposite direction, and running then stopping. Fucking hilarious. He wasnt exactly a fitness freak so even that stuff made him sweat. It could be nerves aswell, but whatever. As I made my way to the end of the hall, I needed to piss pretty bad so I headed into the nearest bathroom, and took up the urinal on front of me. Weirdly, the guy stood right behind me, and began talking to me. Stage fright isnt even the word.

So Aaron, you're pretty big!

WHAT!?!

I said you're pretty big. I mean the Dream Champion and owner of CZW. The biggest I have worked with anyway.

Oh! I thought you meant.......Never mind.

So you want to see the stage setup next, after you tame the wild beast.

After I what?!?

I said after we have our feast. We have the food table set up down the hall.

Oh....eh okay.

I finished up and then walked over to the sink, so I could wash my hands, and again he stood behind me.

You have a huge package.

I what?!?

I said you have a huge sausage.

NOW HOLD ON!!

What? All I said is that they serve the best sausage. You know...hotdogs. I personally have shoved six of them down my neck today.

Okay now I was extremely weirded out by this guy, but I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt this time. I didnt really hear all those comments. Did I?

When I was done in the bathroom, I dried my hands with the tissue that was in a dispenser on the wall, then threw it at the crew guy, who I hadnt got the name of yet. I turned to him and he was looking downward as I was walking, and licking his lips. When I turned quickly he seemed dissorientated as he looked up quickly.

Eh...sir?

What the fuck is your name cock knobler?

Eh..what, cock knobler, I dont know what you mean.......Oh it was a joke, I get it ha....ha.

And your name is?

Oh it's Bruce.

Bruce? Really? What a gay sounding name.

Eh no! I was named after the toughest guy on earth.

And who might that be?

Well two people really. The Hulk and Batman.

What?

Eh Bruce Banner, and Bruce Wayne. Yeah, thats why I was called Bruce.

Sure you are powerpuff.

Oh I love that show....no wait.

Jesus, just bring me to the food hall. Fuck!

Yes sir. Right away.

I began to walk again and the realised that he was behind me again, in clear view of my ass, without anyone to put him off looking at it, so I stopped, turned and then pushed him ahead of me, so he couldnt eye me up anymore.

Okay princess, lead me to the food hall. By the way does my ass look good in these jeans?

Oh you have no idea....I mean, jeans? I didnt even notice what you were wearing, below your waist line in your private and intimate area.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiight? Just go!

Yeah.

He walked on and I followed him. We got to the food hall, which was really the staff cafeteria. When I got inside, there wasnt many people there. Just a few crew members getting lunch after the building of the set.

Okay Bruce you can go suck on your cancer stick if you want.

What. I dont have cancer down there.

A fucking cigarette Bruce, for Brenton's sake.

Oh I see. I will actually. Call me if you need me. You want my number, or will I get yours?

I think I'll be fine with calling your name Bruce.

Well okay then.

He walked out of the cafeteria, with quite a feminine step to him, and a limp wrist. I shook my head as he exited through the door then walked up to the food area. When I got there, I was standing behind a big black guy with his face turned away, taking six pieces of fried chicken.

Hey, leave some for me.

Fuck off!

I tilted my head a bit and wondered who this guy was fucking talking to.

You better have a good fucking reason for talking to me like that sunshine.

Who the fuck....Oh it's you.

Is that, Thiago something? Oh I'll get your name..

It's Thiago Dos Santos. The greatest wrestler to come out of Brazil.

Well that doesnt say much for Brazil now does it.

You listen here!

No you fucking listen. The last time you tried to beat me, was my second ever match, on Proving Grounds, and who won that battle, after you talked shit for a whole week?

Eh.....

Eh....eh.....thats what I thought. Now dont tell me, you actually have a contract with CZW?

Yeah I do. What about it?

Well I'm your boss. So you wanna stop talking shit, or else I'll fire you and get your ass deported.

Wh...eh.

Exactly shit stain, so just shut the fuck up and if your lucky you'll get a match before your contract runs out.

I have a contract for two years, duh.

So? Doesnt mean I have to use you at any point for two years. So just fuck off with your chicken, and have a finger licking good time.

He stormed away with his plate to a table across the room, and when he sat down he couldnt stop lookin across at me with a scowl on his face. I got my food, and then walked over to a free table then sat down and relaxed. I ate my food as I looked around the room. Just then someone sat down beside me. It was Maddox Li. Last week he got fucked up by Dave Zombie, and now I have a feeling that he wants to try and get another matcn this week.

Hey Mr. O'Sh......

Listen before you even start to bother me, while I'm eating my lunch. I need you to turn around, stand up and walk away. I will fucking talk to you when the show is on, and I am in my office. Now get fucking going.

But, I nee.....

NOW!!

He got up and ran out of the cafeteria, when I shouted at him. He didnt want to piss me off. He already had a slim chance of me allowing him to fight tonight, so he wouldnt want to ruin any other shot at competing now would he.

Just as I was finishing off my meal, I got a tap on the shoulder. I was pissed that these assholes would not just leave me alone for a moment. I turned and about to shout, but it was just a female crew member. She had big hazel eyes and flowing brown hair. Not to mention a great ass and rack.

Sorry to bother you Mr. O'Shea but...

She was holdng out a phone, so I assumed the best.

Oh of course you can have my number miss. You are gorgeous.

Oh thanks, but it's a phone call for you.

Ah, I see. Embarrasment.

But I will gladly meet up with you some time.

Well then, I'll see you some time then sweety. And thanks for bringing me the phone.

Hello?

Aaron. Whats up?

Who is this?

Who do you think it is idiot?

Oh hey Brenton, sorry. What's shakin?

Shaking? Man, shut up. Listen, I saw that you're fighting James Shark tonight. You want a match stipulation?

But it is roulette. I dont know what match I will have yet.

Listen, people dont have to know. Plus it is non negotiable, as they are already in the city. They just got off the plane.

Wait what? Who Brenton?

The ladies of Sacrifice Wrestling. I had four of them flown to Vegas for your match.

What match Brenton?

Okay, it's going to be a 4 polls of passion match. The corner posts will be extended and four women dance on them like strippers. The only way to win is to put your four dollar bills in the g-strings of the women.

Right. Sounds good. Who are the women?

Well.

Brenton, I dont like that well.

One of them is Lillian Shark. James's ex.

And?

No and. Except....

What Brenton?

Ashtyn is one of them.

Awh fucking hell BC.

Yeah I got to go. I got the kid calling for me.

He hung up the phone, and I dropped the phone to the table. Then put my head in my hands, and buried my face. I cant believe this bitch is going to be around again. I thought I got rid of her for at least a little while. Now I had to deal with seeing her again, and of course she may decide what happens with the outcome of our match. I didnt know where James and Lillian stood, but I'm pretty sure after I made her get a tattoo of my face over her pussy. Made her bungee jump and got her arrested for being classed as mental, she is probably pretty pissed at me right now. I took my head away from my hands then stood up and emptyed my plate into the trash can. I picked up the phone and then walked out of the food hall. Bruce was there waiting for me to be finished.

Oh Mr. O'Shea. You're ready.

Okay Cindy relax. Let's take a look at this stage okay.

Yes sir, right away. I think the place has just sold out by the way.

Oh okay.

Yeah we were going to have people pay in at the door, but there was a big demand and people kept wanting to book tickets, so we sold al 1500 tickets. We even prepared by bringing in 50 more kegs. Oh and we got your message about getting some irish cider in, so we have a few six packs of that too.

Alright sounds good. Cant wait for later. But I think right now, being that we are in Vegas and that we have a few hours to spare. I think i should probably hit the casino's.

Oh...well okay, but first I think you need to run by Mike, or Mick? Your commentator?

Oh fuck yeah, I was supposed to see him ages ago.

Yeah well I think he is in your office now. He has been looking over the show listings for a while now. He doesnt want to fuck up.

Yeah he's new to the business, I was nervous too back when I first started off in Ireland. While I trained, I had to go to shows and do your job. I also had to build the ring for my feds shows. I refereed a few matches too. I got trained in every department, until I broke through into competing as a real wrestler. Never looked back.

That's an inspiring story cutie...I mean Aaron.

Yeah.....Anyway, where's my office.

Oh right down the hall here.

He walked me to my office then he rushed off, as I walked inside to see Mike Tucker, with a basic script on front of him, of all the lay out of when promos would be cut and the match line up. I just needed to finish it off with him.

Okay Mike, I am here dont worry.

Oh, I am not worried Mr. O'Shea. I am just excited to get started. I think this is going to be a great show. Last week didnt sell out but that nice guy Bruce, told me that the place sold out a little while ago. Then he gave me his number for some reason. You think he wants me to go out searching for ladies with him later?

I dont think so man. I think maybe he wants to pillage your ass. He's a bit of a butt pirate.

Awhhh that makes sense.

Eh yeah!

So the lay out man?

Eh yeah basically like last time I am not going to give you a script just go with the flow. The reason I hired you is because your youtube videos reviewing shows and criticising so you know what your talking about. I will have someone on the other end of your headset anyway to give you a rundown if anything changes.

Okay man no problem. I'm a bit more releaved now that you have told me that.

I have confidence in you. You're doing great.

I placed my hand on his shoulder just because in movies thats what people would do if they said that sort of thing.

Well I'm going to hit the town, and the slots. You know any good casino's I should hit?

Aaron it doesnt matter where you go, the outcome is still the same. You're gonna lose your cash ha.

Alright well we'll see who's laughing when I come back moderately richer ha.

Whatever you say boss.

Right, bye.

I walked out of the room and was met by my homosexual guide again. It was his job to make sure everything went alright, and that the show was on as scheduled.

Okay Bruce, I am ready to get gambling.

Wh...what?

You know gambling....Vegas?

Yeah I know Aaron but I dont think you should be going on the town before the show.

Why the fuck not?

Just in case.

Fuck it. You work for me tonight. I am going out!

Fine but I am going with you.

Awh....whatever get your coat.

I wasnt exactly happy about a homo tagging along with me on the town. But I suppose worse things could happen in this place. I'm happy I didnt have time to get completely shit faced with beer. I might have married the guy. I know I dont want that to happen. I would never hear the end of it from the guys.

We walked out of the building and began to walk down the street. I was surrounded by fans, but Bruce did his best to keep them off me. Of course I think he did it to be rubbed up against a few men, and not to save me. When we got to the casino again it was no easy feet as the fans started to grow as my presence was known. I had a few games of Texas Hold'em before it was just unbareable to move or play when you had those idiot fans behind me, wincing at every bad hand and clapping at every good one. I lost money on that but I saw that roulette table calling my name. With the theme of the night at the big show being roulette I knew I had to take part in this game. I put the rest of my cash on red. If I lost, I just wasted my pay check on a stupid spin of the wheel. However if I won. I would be rolling in the money. Simple 50/50 spin.
I placed my chips down on the red panel and looked over at the staff member. He was about to spin when I stopped his hand. I shook my head at him and grabbed the wheel myself. As I threw the wheel into a spin, as if we were one. Everyone in the room held there breathe at the same time as we followed the ball with our eyes in a circular motion. Rolling along the centre, then it reached the ridges seperating the numbers. Bouncing across the wheel as we got very nervous as it bounced into the black spaces but were releaved as it then hopped into the red. The wheel slowed as my heartbeat increased in speed. As the wheel lost steam the ball bounced into multiple slots. I sighed as I saw it slowing into a black panel. But as it dropped it hit the ridge on the black panel which warped its path and sent it right into the blood coloured panel. Which in turn sent me into a fit of happiness as I jumped up and down with excitement and celebrated with the looking on fans around me. Each congratulating me as I made my way through to the pay point.

Give me my money....please!

As I shuffled the money into my upturned t-shirt, and scurried away from the counter, Bruce followed close behind me.

Okay Mr.O'Shea, we really should get back to the club.

Keep your thong out of your ass Fancy-pants, We can go now, I made money. Which I knew I would. I even told Mike before I left. Now I can go rub it in his fucking face haha.

Yes, very good Mr. O'Shea. Let's go before I get in trouble.

Fine! Let's go.

We exited the casino as I passed out some money to people congratulating me. I had enough won, so why not give back.

Come to the show tonight in the 7 Sins.

Eh sir. The place is sold out.

Yeah as in tickets for the show. Doesnt mean we cant fit more, into the bar now does it?

Well technically it doe....

Quiet gaylord. Let's get back. The show starts in fifteen minutes.

We rushed our way back to the bar as I tried to muscle my way through the hoards of fans. Eventually we got to the bar, and the fans which followed me towards it found that there was in fact a show on and did their best to get inside. Some making it in. AKA the really hot women that talked up the bouncers. And others werent so lucky. AKA the nerdy weirdos who are big wrestling fans, but ruin it by going online blogging about every single botch in the business. Losers!

I made my way inside, just in time too for the shows start up as I heard Audioslaves- Cochise blast through the bar, and saw the camera's on air lights turn on.

by **Aaron O'Shea** March 28th 2010, 4:18 pm

I walked into my office as Bruce walked back to his post down the hall. I caught my breathe as I watched Mike introduce our new broadcasters and introduced the promo for James Shark against me. As I almost got my energy back, two foxy women made their way into my office. Both of them in Can-can dresses. Then our staff wheeled in the roulette wheel they would be standing beside as we went on the air. I walked over to both of them and started to talk.

Welcome to CZW:Roulette ladies. Can I get you anything?

No thanks Mr. O'Shea, we just had lunch and a drink so were fine.

Please miss. Call me Aaron. Mr. O'Shea is my father.

Just then Bruce walked into my office to tell me what was going to happen next.

Excuse me Aaron?

Aaron? Call me Mr. O'Shea you idiot!

The woman I had yet to get the name of giggled as I contradicted what I just told her.

Sorry sir. Maddox Li's segment before his match is coming up now. So we need you in position.

Okay cast member for Queer eye for the Straight guy. I will now.

What?

I dont know. I'm running out of funny names to call you on your sexuality.

Right?

Bruce left the room as I walked to my desk, I winked at the woman from across the room as Maddox Li, walked into the room with the camera crew for his pre-match segment. I saw my championship on the desk and shined it with my shirt sleeve as Maddox walked up to me.

Okay Maddox, I guess you're here to find out another opponent. I just cant in good concience allow you to fight again after what happened to you last week.

Look last week Dave got a fluke win against me. I just wasnt fully prepared.

You know what. Youre jaw is still bruised.

What this? Just a scratch. Come on boss, please.

Fine whatever. Spin the wheel, with the names on it. Do what you want.

Maddox goes over and spins the wheel with all of his strength.
The wheel spins slower, and the finally lands on a panel. The camera shifts away from it and shows Maddox's reaction. He gulps then walks out of the office looking nervous.

I laughed as I saw that twerp leave the office nervously. I knew the match would be brief because he spun it and landed on Rico Sutton. I walked to my desk and watched the match. Before I could even get comfortable the match was over. I was left with my jaw lowered as I just couldnt believe I wasted the ring time on that idiot who didnt put up any fight what so ever.

As the EMT's on screen rushed to Maddox Li's aid, Kendrick Dylan walked his way into my office and over to me at my desk. He had already asked me last week about this match so I knew about the stipulation. He just had to spin for his opponent.

Alright Kendrick, tonight you have requested to have a no holds barred match if any, so I agreed. Now I need you to spin that wheel and get your opponent for tonight.

Alright boss. No problem.

Kendrick walks over to the roulette wheel which is surrounded by the two women in can-can dresses. Dylan walks over to both women and takes their hands. He spins both under his arms.

Well hello beautifuls. I'm so glad we have met. As I'm sure you two are also. How about after I win my match tonight, I can see the two of you in my locker room. Would that be fun for you, as it would for me?

One of the women blush and smile at Kendrick, but the one I was talking to a few minutes ago looks disgusted and slaps him across the face.

Well guess who's getting the rose then, you fucking whore. Here you go my lovely.

Kendrick gives the girl the rose, and kisses her on the cheek. Then while gazing into her eyes, he spins the wheel. Not looking at who his opponent is he pulls himself away slowly from the woman and walks out of the office. The camera pulls towards the blushing woman, and doesnt reveal the opponent.

Of course it was Dave Zombie, and this would be no easy test for Kendrick especially in the stipulation chosen. Considering Dave is a fucking psychopath. I didnt even watch on at the match because I was still fixated on that beautiful woman across the room, now sitting down after the segment finished. I walked over to her again, and sat on my heels as I got lower to her eye level.
She smiled as I smiled back at her. Both of us making great eye contact.

So am I going to get your name?

Maybe.

Ah playing hard to get I see. I love a good chase every now and again.

Well then get on your running shoes.

Ah funny one arent you. So maybe you can tell me your name over a few drinks or dinner. Say tomorrow night?

Dont you have to go to the next NLWF show?

Oh it's in Vegas too. So how about it?

Oh sure. Why not? Never been out with a wrestler before.

She giggled and smiled at me while looking into my eyes. Biting her lower lip.
I believe it was Brenton Cyrus who once told me that if a woman bites her lower lip, she wants you. Apparently Alison does it to him all the time?
I talked to her for a few more minutes, about what she does, and shit like that. We had a great connection with eachother. I realised that Chris Matthews was walking through the door.

Well look who it is. It's another one of the Matthews brothers. What do you want?

Well you said last week I could have a match with one of the participants in the qualifying matches for the Fatal Four Way, last week.

So, I did. Alright spin the wheel then.

Okay.

Chris walks over to the roulette wheel with an angered face, and doesnt look at the two girls on front of him. He just spins the wheel and waits for it to stop. Focusing on where it lands. The camera pulls away from the wheel to keep the participant secret. Chris shakes his head, then walks out of the office. The camera cuts to me, I cant help but laugh at Chris as he walks out. He had spun the wheel and it landed on “The Beast” Chris Armstrong, who in my eyes is the key member of my roster to become the top champion.
Both men had a great match but in the end, the bookies favourite to become champion, came out on top. Not to my suprise.
As I began to walk back over to my date for the following night. I was interupted by the walkie talkie I had strapped to my belt. I picked it up and ran my fingers through my hair as I heard what was being said.

Are you fucking serious? All of them?

A muffled voice is heard on the walkie talkie.

No not all, there is one left.

That stupid fucker James Shark had beaten the shit out of almost all of my competitors for the tag match. He is trying to ruin my show.

Wow fucking wow. One man left. There is supposed to be six of them in the fucking match. Who did it?

We dont no sir.

I fucking know. It was that fucker James Shark, again trying to ruin my fucking show. Get me my fucking wheel!

I immediately stood up and stormed out of the office.I heard Rick Christian hanging out, outside my office around the corner.

Yes I am here backstage Mike. Oh here comes the boss now around the corner.

I walked around the corner to teh view of Rick's camera team. I was pissed. I began to rip off my shirt so I could get ready for this match.

Aaron. What's going on?

That fucker James Shark has attacked most of the competitors in the triple threat tag team match for the titles. So for the second week in a row, the match is postponed. I am going to get ready for my match up next. Roll a promo or something while I get changed into my gear.

Alright, well roll the James Shark promo again crew. Roll it now!

I walked into the locker room and almost ripped open my bag and pulled out my jean shorts and pads. I couldnt wait to get out there. I wanted to rip that fuckers head open and piss on his brain.

I heard James Sharks's music play as I opened the locker room door. I stormed down the hall ignoring Bruce who followed me down. He was trying to get my attention but I was focussed and like a freight train out of hell. I got to the ramp and signalled for my music aggresively. The stage guy rushed to the button as he saw what mood i was in.

Kasabians- Club Foot blasts through the bar as I stormed down through the crowd and outstrecthed hands slapping as many as I could, before climbing in the ring. Then the announcer introduced me.

And introducing your owner. Aaron O'Shea!!

I grabbed the mic and stared down James Shark.

The match stipulation is a new specialty of mine. A 4 poles of passion match. Since were in sin city. The ring posts will be extended and will have four women, swinging from them. The only way to win is put a dollar in their g-strings. And tonight, the four ladies will be provided to us by another federation, Sacrifice Wrestling. Bring on the ladies. And thanks BC for the match idea.

Brenton's idea for the match, was turning out to be a good idea to the fans.
Rebecca Stroff, Daniella Sanchez, Lillian Shark, and Ashtyn Sky walked to the ring in their attire.
The poles are bolted on. Then the women climb onto the turnbuckles. Both of us are restrained by the referee until he rings the bell.

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

I sprinted across the ring and cross bodied James Shark into the turnbuckle. I started raining down punches, until james was in a seated position. I took a step back then gave him a sitting dropkick to the face.

I laid in some kicks to the now laying James Shark. I then backed up and got out of the ring. I pulled James by the legs out of the ring with me. After this I irish whip james into a couple of bar stools, then looked under the ring. I pulls out a table, and set it up next to the bar.
I had demonic thoughts in my head, with this table.

I went back over to James who was getting up and kicked him in the head again, so I could look under the ring again. I then pulled out a ten foot ladder and carried it over to the bar counter.
This was my baby. The ladder. I am afraid of heights but when I have the adrenaline of the crowd behind me and I know I am hurting someone else more than I am hurting myself, I love it up there.

Ie laid it across the bar counter, smashing all glass in the way. I picked up James but he punched me in the stomach, and threw me into the steel steps shoulder first. I was in agony as I rolled around on the floor with the pain.

James stood up and shook off the cobwebs. He then adjusts the table and picked me up on his shoulder, ready to drive me through it. I kept smashing him in the face with my elbows but he drove me down early but into the pads. So it was still bad, but not as bad as having splinters in my back and asshole.

I held my shoulder as James went in the ring and grabbed his four dollar bills off the ref. He climbed the first rope and places his dollar in the thong of Daniella Sanchez.
I saw him getting the upper hand, I had to try and get back in the game. Even with this shoulder.

I began to stand up. James got his second dollar in the g-string of Rebecca Stroff. I was worried that this match could end prematurely. I rolled inside the ring, and stood up using the ropes. James didnt see me in the ring, which gave me a great opportunity. He hopped down from the top rope. When he turned around he is met with a spear from me. James held his ribs and poofs while breathing to try and catch his breath after being winded. While this is happening I climbed up and placed my dollars into the thongs of both Rebecca and Daniella also. I had caught up in the scoring of James Shark.

I picked up James and irish whipped him into the ropes. Both of us clotheslined eachother at the same time. Both on the mat, we crawled our way towards opposite corners. I climbed the corner of Lillian Shark, and puts my third dollar in her thong, while James Shark does the same thing with Ashtyn Sky. When both of us hopped down, I was one step ahead and clotheslined James over the top rope, while taking myself over with him.

I made it to my feet and walked over to the bar counter, where the ladder was laying. I stood on the bar, and manouvered it so it is standing upright.
I was ready to make the highlight reel again. So ready!
The top of the ladder was roughly 14 feet from the ground. I dropped off the bar and picked up James Shark. James lifted me up suddenly and spinebustered me through the table. The pain as the strays wooden chips dug into my back, along with the steel almost wire, on the underside of the wooden base, cut my back. I lay there in agony.

James Shark crawled his way to the ring apron. He took a lot of time to get in the ring. Which gave me recuperation time. Even then he has to crawl across it to the turnbuckle of his legal but spilt up wife Lillian. He began to pull himself up onto the top turnbuckle. He was now holding onto the post, which his wife was also holding on to. Lillian smiled at James, then he smiled back. I thought that was it for me. I must have lost. But Lillians face turned to anger quite quickly. She took the dollar off James and tore it up.

Lillian full force punted James in the balls. He came tumbling to the outside, on front of the bar. All while I made it to my feet and began to climb the setup ladder. I looked down at James Shark below. I felt the passion for wrestling and winning surge through my veins, I couldnt keep it contained so I let out a scream to the crowd.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I did it, I once again hit a double moonsault jumping vertically and crashing down from twenty feet in the air onto the already lifeless body of James Shark.

The crowd became silent, and Ashtyn Sky dropped from her pole, and ran to the aid of me. I didnt know what she was thinking. She took the dollar out of my hand and placed it in her g-string.

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

Here is your winner, Aaron O'Shea!!!

The crowd erupted in cheers for me as I was helped to my feet by Ashtyn. I was unable to stand on my own. I though she had forgiven me, I thought she wanted to reconcile again.
Ashtyn came away from my arm suddenly and DDT's me to the ground.
I was shocked although I really shouldnt have been coming from this whore.
Ashtyn Sky stood over my broken body with a microphone.

The ratings war begins Aaron. Sacrifice vs Channel Zero. See you next time.

What the fuck was she saying. We only began and they wanted to tear us down. I dont blame them for wanting to considering we blew away the ratings system. Largest ratings for an indy fed in the history of televised independent federations. The show was over and all I could see was the ramp, as the four women giggled as they skipped up the entrance ramp. They glanced at me and laughed even harder when I tried but failed to stand up. When they left I was picked up by the EMT's standing by. They lifted both me and James Shark to our feet and helped us to the back. We were both brought to the medical checkpoint and laid down on opposite bedding.

The EMT's got the stuff ready and checked our responses first of all as we both started to regain full conciousness and knew eachother were there.

I almost had you Aaron. If that bitch hadnt have kicked me.

Fuck off James. The match is over, and you are lucky to be alive after I crashed down on you.

Go fuck yourself Aaron.

Shut the fuck up you douche. I have bigger things to worry about with that whore pronouncing a ratings war on us.

What?

Oh I forgot your were knocked out for that part.

A ratings war. I like this. I will lead us to victory.

Blow yourself James. We all know I am going to lead us to victory.

Whatever. We'll see what happens. I'm out of here.

James got up and left as he pushed past the medic trying to get him back. I was done here too. I needed a rest right now, at my hotel room. I limped my way to my car and drove back to the hotel. I was met by random fans who congratualted me on my win, and asked me about the ratings war. I didnt want to talk about it and they kind of knew, as I was limping heavily holding an ice pack to the back of my head. When I got to my room, I collapsed onto my bed, and passed out almost instantaneously.

14^th March 2010
Bellagio Hotel.
Las Vegas, Nevada.

I woke up on that morning after a very hectic night. My head and shoulder was killing me. Not to mention my back was scabbed after I got chunks taken out of me by the table, oh and i had a wicked limp. I walked out from my room and got the elevator down to the resaurant, and got a quick breakfast. I needed a check up before my big date tonight. After I finished my eats I drove to the hospital and got admitted to the doctor quickly. Perks of being a celebrity.

Okay Mr.O'Shea. I checked all of your symptoms and i'm sorry to say you have cancer.

WHAT!

Oh, wait sorry. Wrong tests, thats Mr. Osaeh. He's korean.

You fucking idiot!

Okay Aaron let's take it easy. Now let me see. Yeah your all fine, just a bit bruised. Have some rest before you fight again and you should be fine.

Right, well I'm getting out of here. I have a hot date in a while.

Ah I see. Well you go get'em.

Eh yeah. See ya later doc.

I shook his hand then walked my way out of the doctors office. I drove down to the nearest tailors so I could get a suit for tonight. When I got there I was sized up by this hot blonde haired girl, and then got a nice suit so I could wear later on at the date. When I bought it I went back to the hotel to get freshened up then drove to the restaurant. I walked through and got directed to my table. There she was, the can-can girl. That's all I knew her as, because she was so coy she couldnt even give me her name. She was beautiful, in her short skirted dress, with just the right amount of cleavage showing....a lot of cleavage!

I came up behind her and covered her eyes. She grabbed my hands and smiled.

Guess who?

Hmmm I wonder who it could be.

It's me, Aaron! ha.

Really? I never would have guessed.

I know right, I'm a great actor.

That you are Aaron. So whats up?

Whats up? Nothing just feeling a bit rough after my match last night.

Yeah I left right after it. I didnt know if you would show up tonight or not. Considering how beat up you got.

Oh just the thought of you, gave me the power I needed to get out here. I couldnt pass up an opportunity like this.

You're sweet Aaron.

Like sugar baby.

Wow that could be the corniest thing I have ever said to any woman. I tried not to let it show that I felt that. But she called me on it anyway.

That was corny Aaron.

I know, I wish I hadnt said it now but whatever. So can I get your name yet babe.

Hmmmm. Treat me good, then I'll give you my name.

Oh still no name to the face. I see how this is going to go. I tell you what. Me and you are going to have a nice meal then a few drinks.

Then we'll see what happens wont we.

Oh so you're planning on more.

Maybe I am.

Well let's get this thing going then.

Alright. I'm thinking steak Aaron.

Oh and you can eat too. I'm glad I'm not out with a girl who eats a carrot stick and say they're full.

Oh no. I can take a big piece of meat anytime.

Woah! You dont hold back do you? Here I was, thinking a good holesome girl. Then you bring out the sex jokes?

Haha I promise that's all. I'm really a sweet girl.

Yeah I'm sure you are ha.

No really I am. I'm not like the other whores around here.

I should hope so, because I have horrible luck with women.

Yeah? Tell me about it Aaron.

Well my most recent girl was Ashtyn Sky, she was a whore and cheated on me, in my own house.

Wow!

I hate her guts. She was the one that DDT'ed me yesterday.

Ah I see.

Then there was my first girlfriend since I moved to America. Alison Williams.

Brenton Cyrus's girlfriend?

Yeah that's her. She had broken up with him at that point, and I think we were in love. I was, I know that. But she always had loved Brenton. I couldnt change that. And believe me I tried, but he's my brother, and I couldnt come between them anymore.

So have you talked to her since.

On occasion. Never full on conversations though, which is a shame. Considering our formerly close relationship.

Awh that's so sad.

She moved her chair around the table closer to me. She placed her hand on my knee and looked sadly into my eyes again. Sympathy is awesome. I looked straight back and went in for the kiss.
I kissed her once, then pulled away because I didnt know if she was feeling it, but she went back in for more. We kissed for a few moments as if there was no one else in the room but us. Then we were interrupted by the waiter.

Excuse me! This is a restaurant, you cant do that here. Would you like to order?

No! Me and my man here, will be leaving this shit hole.

Fuck girl!

Excuse me! There are other people here.

Fuck off!

Holesome girl huh?

Well kinda.

She took my hand and we walked out of the restaurant, then kissed as we side by side exited through the revolving door. In my car, we had a few moments of just staring into eachothers eyes again and kissing. This girl made all my pain go away, and the world dissapear around me. I hadnt felt this way since Alison. Ashtyn was just a babe, that was it. She mentioned my hotel, so we got back to there. It was pumping there as our roster was having a drinking session there and gambling. They came over and greeted me as I walked in. Chris Armstrong was there and he came over and shook my hand.

Hey Boss!

Whats up Chris. Getting locked?

You know it man.

Okay well listen I have to go with this beautiful woman.

Oh she's one of the can-can girls. Nice to meet you again.

Yeah you too.

I never did catch your name. Aaron would you like to introduce us officially.

I would but I dont know her name.

What?

I dont know her name.

So just another one night stand for both of you then?

Not nesecarily.

Haha, this girl is awesome. I got to go man, see ya.

Yeah bye?

I pulled her by her arm to the elevator, and inside we began to make out wildly. I didnt even notice the bell boy. But when we reached our floor he was crying in the corner. Weird.
When I got to the room I kicked the door open and went over to the bed with her. We stood making out for a few moments, ripping eachothers clothes off. We were both semi-naked now in just underwear. We stopped kissing, and while holding hands, i gazed into her eyes.

Well shall we?

We shall Aaron ha.

I grabbed her by her lower back and brought her down towards the bed. I leaned forward now on my knee, kissing her passionately. I grabbed her arm, and then with my other arm, her breast. As I got to grips with her large chested body, we got into more passionate love making as she took away her underwear. As I dropped from my knees leaning my middle forward, I penetrated the woman beneath me.
Her eyes rolled slightly, while biting her lip. She let out a small sigh as we started. With every thrust we became more infatuated with eachother. As we switched positions the needle of power shifted between us. With her on top she lifted up and down quicker, and quicker until both of us reached climax. When we finished, she “disconnected” then dropped to my side, as we both regained our energy. She turned on her side, as did I. Again we gazed into the back of eachothers eyes. A place where I have been fixated for most of the night.

It's Jennifer.

Sorry, what?

My name. It's Jennifer.

Oh, well what a beautiful name that I can relate to the evenly beautiful woman laying down beside me.

Well I figured you deserved the name after this. Plus it would seem a bit weird you not knowing anything about me after a night out and in.

Yeah I suppose it would. We really freaked out Chris downstairs.

Yeah. I'm getting a drink, you want anything?

Sure Jen. Can you throw me a budweiser.

No problem.

She got up out of the bed, with no clothes on and made her way to the minibar across the room. She came back with two icey cold cans of bud, and before I opened it I ran it across my forehead to cool down. She lept onto the bed and cuddled up to my chest and we both lay there, as we fell asleep. The beers went unused. Well until the next morning of course.

by **Aaron O'Shea** March 28th 2010, 4:22 pm

15^th March 2010
Bellagio Hotel.
Las Vegas, Nevada.

I woke up in the morning and looked around the room. Jennifer was gone. I was assuming she had work to do. I got up and had my beer which I left last night and then got a shower. When I left the room I went down to the lobby with my bags. I was ready to check out. It was St. Patrick's Day in two days and I wanted to be in New York for that day. After Revolution XX of course, because I had to put my Vice-President act on and be brutal towards everyone. Especially that fucker Jason Hawk. I was supposed to be fighting him at War Games but the match was brought two weeks ahead. I was ready. I just hope he is.
I dropped my bag in the trunk of my car then drove to the arena. At the start of the night, I had to deal with the emotionally twisted Nick Ridicule or Phoenix Rising or whatever, and Shadow Demon. Of course I had Strikeforce with me. I couldnt take risks with these guys and my match so close. This went smoothly and I went on my way. I was walking through the halls whistling, going towards Shane Bradley who had an interview lined up with Jason Hawk. This was my time to strike him down. Get this fight, not match, under way.

Jason Hawk, following your Undisputed Championship loss last week, and the announcement that your War Games Match would take place here tonight, how are you feeling?

Well I...

My Strikeforce team followed behind me, as I interupted the interview.

Shane let me tell you a secret. No one cares about Jason Hawk anymore. He's just like Steven Angel, and tonight his reign at the top comes to a dramatic end.

Well see about that....

I tackled Jason to the ground and laid in punches to his head. I stood up and stomped on to his ribs and face. I felt his nose crush under my boot. One of my strikeforce threw me a nightstick, I thought about dropping it but he stood up and out of instinct I smashed him the leg. Then I lifted him to his feet. I grabbed him by his hair and threw him full force into the interview backdrop. Knocking it over in the process. I could hear Shan shout at me, that we werent even on the air anymore. But it wasnt about show time or a sanctioned match. This was a full on fight. I grabbed him and threw him through the doorway into the parking lot. It was horrible for both of us, He smashed my head through a the side window of a drivers seat. I spinebustered him into the hood of a car. Then I cut his head with a shard of glass. I lifted him for a powerbomb on the roof of the car, ready to throw him off. I X-factored him to the hood of the car as I lept forward. He fell of and I hopped to the hood, then jumped forward and double foot spiked him in the chest.
The rage inside me that I had built up was coming back. My head was hot and my hands shaking. I picked up the lifeless body and Dublin Dominated Jason into a couple of cardboard boxes against the wall. The rage at this point had taken control of me, I couldnt stop myself from wanting to cause Hawk pain.

I'm going to finish this once and for all!

I ran to a near by car and hot wired it. I was ready to end him.

FUCK YOU JASON!

Speeding towards his body, I would have killed him. Suddenly I realised what I was doing and slowed ever so slightly. Fortunately this gave Jason time to get out of the way. I crashed hard into the wall. Luckily I never get in a car without my seatbelt fastened otherwise that would have been it for Aaron. Numbers of personel backstage rushed over to Jason and myself. They helped me out of the car. I pushed them away and looked at the badly bleeding Jason Hawk.

You’re a lucky loser Jason, I’ll give you that. You might have avoided death here tonight, but at War Games I plan to finish what I started at Battle Lines. I will remove you from this company, and take my rightful place as one of the greatest wrestlers in the entire World once again. You stole my spotlight Jason, now I’m taking it back

I grabbed the legs of Jason and dragged him down the hall towards the entrance ramp. I wanted this match to get under way. I slid him in the ring and followed after him and waited for the bell to sound.

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

I told the referee to start counting. Then I had an idea and left the ring then grabbed a steel chair. I entered the ring and sat down staring at Jason Hawk on the mat.

“1” “2” “3” “4” “5” “6” “7”

I stood up and grabbed the steel chair. I hit Jason Hawk with the steel chair repeatedly to the back. I dropped the steel chair and rolled Jason Hawk over.
I had that feeling again, the adrenaline running through my veins, I was ready to impress the world again.
I climbed to the top rope and jumped off with a double moonsault. I crashed down onto Jason Hawk, and quickly stood up, hovering over Jason Hawk. It hurt but the adrenaline helped me push through the pain.

“1” “2” “3”

The ref started counting and I didnt agree so I shook my head and pushed him so I could continue the beat down. I grabbed the steel chair and closed it around the neck of Jason Hawk. I backed up to the corner, then lifted myself up and sat on the top turnbuckle.

“1” “2”

The adrenaline was getting better and better, I needed more of a rush. I wanted to improve on my already majestic double moonsault. I stood up and turned around on the turnbuckle. I leaped off with my double moonsault, but this time I dropped a leg drop across the steel chair.

“1” “2” “3” “4” “5”

I wanted more pain so I moved towards Jason Hawk but the referee pleaded to me just to end it. I calmed down, my job was done. I had battered him enough.

“6” “7” “8” “9” “10!”

The referee called for the bell.

[Ding Ding Ding]

The announcer Samanthat Praxton got on the mic and inroduced me as the winner. Then I was handed the Dream Championship and I tossed it over my shoulder. I stood over Jason, making me look more dominant and placed my foot on his chest.
I went backstage, waiting for the Tag match open. I was ready to win the titles with Brenton. However as all now know, it was not meant to be as the return of the “Sex Icon” Chuck Matthews was made, after a long stint in a coma, he made his way out conveniently before he was pronounced dead. Too convenient.
The night was over for me and all in all, it was bitter sweet. On the one hand I didnt win the tag team titles, but on the other hand I retained my Dream Championship and extremely injured Jason Hawk two weeks before our big match along with Shadow Demon and Corey Casey. When I got a shower and left the arena, I walked towards my car. I saw someone sitting on the hood. It was a woman, but when she turned around I realised it wasnt just any woman. It was Jennifer. The woman I spent last night with.

Hello Champ. Great show tonight.

Thanks. I thought you werent going to show again.

Why wouldnt I. We had a great date didnt we?

Well yeah, but you were gone in the morning.

What do you call morning? I left at One pm.

Oh right. I didnt wake up until half two. Where did you go?

I went to pick up my pay cheque for working at CZW on saturday.

Wasnt going back to my hotel room enough of a payment? Haha.

Very funny. So what are we doing tonight.

Well I'm catching a flight to New York. I have a flight ready for Paddy's day celebrations.

Oh Patrick's day with an Irishman. Exciting. When do we leave?

You want to come with me?

Yeah why not?

Fuck it, lets go then.

I grabbed her hand and walked her around to the passangers seat, shut the door then walked around to my side. I got in the car, and smiled at Jen who was holding my hand as I adjusted my seating. I kissed her then drove out of the parking lot and to the airport. We had no trouble booking a flight next to me in first class and I slept for the whole flight because I had Jen there to comfort my fear of heights.

17^th March 2010
Salisbury Hotel,
New York.

I am aware that I skipped the 16^th but it was nothing but a romantic day with Jen. I already went into graphic detail on the 13^th of March and I dont think hearing about me twice in one rp is very classy. Not that hearing about Brenton and Alison banging eachother isnt enjoyable. Still hurts though hearing about your ex but whatever.
I woke up on Paddy's Day, and was so excited. I hardly slept last night because of that...oh and because there was an amazing woman bouncing on top of me, yeah that too. Anyway I woke up and strolled over to the mini bar. It was about ten thirty and the sun was shining through the little gap in the drawn curtains. With just my boxers on, I walked to the bar and got myself a budweiser. May seem early to most but on Paddy's day its a no holds barred piss up, and since I'm Irish of course I have to set the standard right.

It was two cans of budweiser down when Jen woke up. When her eyes opened, she pulled the sheets up, protecting her modesty. Then leaned on her elbows and smiled at me as she squinted her eyes, adjusting to the early morning light. She sat up and strecthed then pulled on her thong before walking towards me and kissing me on the cheek.

Hey babe, morning.

Hey Aaron. Starting early I see.

Of course, its national Irish and drinking day.

I suppose so. Whats the plan?

Oh well get fucking locked, thats plan A. Plan 2 is go to the parade, and plan C is get even more locked.

Well I suppose that's good?

Why the doubt? Listen I'm Irish. You will have a great day.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, it was one of the hotels staff, he told me there was a phone call for me and that it was very very important. I picked up the phone and Jennier looked on as my face lit up. Then I hung up and smiled at her.

What is it Aaron?

They want me to me grand marshall or some shit for the parade?

No way!

Yeah since I'm an Irish celebrity here in New York they would rather me than some random celebrity that's ancestors 200 years ago are Irish.

Wow. So I can watch you in the parade, cool!

What you mean watch? You're coming with me. I came here with you, I'm staying with you.

No way! I have to call my mom, tell her to watch.

Jen ran to the bed and jumped up, grabbing the phone on the bedside table. She rang her mom and they were both screaming. I heard them. Really only dogs could understand them though. I hadnt hear a woman sqeek like that since....well a few hours back.
She got of the phone and jumped up towards me and wrapped her arms around me. I brought her down to the bound and kissed her for a while. Then we got ready. We had to be there soon. I had one more beer to freshen me up then me and Jen went downstairs, where we were surrounded by the papparazi. They were taking photos and asking who Jen was. Of course I kept my mouth shut because well I wasnt sure what she was to me. Girlfriend? Fuck Buddy? I dont know. The car outside took us to the start of the parade, where I got into a red car and Jen got in the front seat. Before we got to the hoards of people, I was just leaning forward holding her shoulders. I was so excited for this. This was the first parade I was involved in. I only ever had a few autograph signings before this day. We were reaching the parade and already people were starting to notice me, as they called out my name and ran towards the car. Taking photos, waving as I waved back to them. When we got into it, I was amazed at the amount of people looking at me. This was bigger than a NLWF event, attendance wise and I was flabbergasted. I was on cloud nine as we made it past all the blocks, being followed by the numerous floats and bands. I could see so many Irish flags and seas of green down the roadway. As the drive reached its end I leaned over again and kissed Jen just one more time, then jumped out. I wasnt supposed to but whatever.

I ran to the barricade and reached over it and signalled for a beer. The drunks watching the parade laughed their asses off and threw me two cans. Which is completely original and in no way is a gimmick used by any other wrestler, because only NLW exists!!!
Anyway the security tried to push away the drunks, but really it was me. I love being a celebrity. I pushed through and hopped over, chugging every beer in sight. My shirt was covered in some but fuck it, I can wash it. I hopped back over drunk as a skunk and hopped in the car.
A few blocks later I blew chunks all over the back of the drivers head. Youtubed within minutes and all over the 6 o'clock news. It's okay because I got an interview about it later that day.

So Mr. O'Shea what can you say about your incident earlier?

You know many people get sick after heavy drinking on Paddy's day. I am just the first parade marshall to do it. And to me that is a huge honour. Thank you!

I walked away from the interviewer and grabbed the hand of Jen. She didnt seem to mind once I brushed my teeth. We kissed and then headed to the nearest Irish bar to us. Where we spent the rest of our wonderful night together.

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