The Worng Crowd.

August 10^th2010

NLWF Arena. Seattle, Washington.

Fusion!

How could he do this to me? After all we'd been through. Friends since the very beginning. Ever since he was ostracised from Direct Hit over a year ago by Carmine. Who was there to have his back, putting
everything on the line for him. I was. I'm not saying it was a one way street because he has gone up and beyond to save me on many occasions. So why would he do that, just to ruin it. Just to throw it
all away. I knew he had changed but why, why go this far as to shone me. A person who has always worshiped him as a friend, as a brother.
No, as a God!

I walked away from that ring feeling betrayed almost. I had taken an awful blow to the mind before the match when he said those words. Then I had to compete against three hungry young competitors. I didnt
want to embarass them or anything by them losing to just one man. It's hard when you start off and shit like that happens. I hope they can get back to their barings and excell but it was just something I
had to do. The rage I had at that point against my former friend Brenton was larger then ever. Ever since the whole Alison saga back at the World War Tour. That was behind me but now. Now I am focused
on more than just a woman.

When I got backstage, I was walking around like a demon pushing chairs, flipping tables. Bumping into staff. I was pissed off! I burst into my locker room and who the fuck was there? None other than the new NLWF Champion as of tonight. That guy I feuded with a few months ago before I left. It was Jason Hawk. We hated eachother back then, I mean hated. I have gotten over it a bit but I dont think he did. I
mean can you blame him. I “accidently” almost ran him over during one of our battles. I had grown to live and let live over time but I still didnt think he was that far out of my target zone to just sit down in my locker room with his feet up on my bench.

That smug look on his face, rubbing his title as it was draped over his shoulder. He tilted his head as he looked at me when I walked through the door.

I was pissed when I came in but when I say him and his beedy little eyes my mood shifted to just wonder. What the hell did he want? I walked towards him and he just stayed there laughing to himself. I
pushed his legs off my bench and then sat down to take off my wrestling boots.

He leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees and winked.

Hey Aaron. I think you should take a look at the card for next week. What do you think? I think it could be a bit harder than this week.

I sat and wondered what he was talking about. He stood up and put his hand on my shoulder.

See you next week I suppose fella!

He walked out of my locker room with that same smug look. As soon as he did I then jumped up and walked quickly towards my door. I walked down the hall with the staff all looking at me as if there was something wrong with me. Maybe they thought I was looking for Brenton, I dont know.

When I made it to the end of the hall way, next weeks card was put up on one of the bulletin boards at the secretaries desk. I read down through the card and noticed my name. I wasnt sure if I was going to
be on it for sure, because well I'm only back and Direct Hit wasnt exactly MY brand back in the day. But there I was. Oh and sure enough who was I against? That smug little shit that was in my locker room,
Jason Hawk.

I was a bit weary as to stepping up so soon against this guy since my return. That was until I saw the extra incentive. The fact that I could go ahead and get my hands on my first ever reign as the NLWF
Championship. And that wasnt all it was in a match where not just Jay would shine, but where I could fly sky high. That was a Table Ladders and Chairs match. One of my specialties. Anything that gets me ten
feet off the ground, can only be a good thing. Well not for the person I'm about to plumit towards on the ground. I walked away smiling at the card and the staff around seemed more at ease as I
walked back down the hallway. Who did I see roaming down the halls still smiling. Jason Hawk with his belt, and bag in hand. He was obviously leaving.

I stopped him right before he left and put my hands on both his shoulders.

See ya next week buddy! Cant wait for our match. Lets put on a great show huh?

I ran away with my head held high. I didnt even look at Jason after that. I didnt want to know if he looked worried or happy, because then I could focus on winning the match no matter what he was going to be like. Nervous or on his best game.

When I got back to my locker room I stripped down and the got into the
shower. I stood there letting the warm water trickle over my head and down my back. As I stood there, not wanting to leave just yet just because of the warmth, I heard a sound coming from inside my room. I
turned off the shower and grabbed my towel. I wrapped it around my waste. I looked out and all my fucking stuff was all over the place. My clothes on the ground and wrestling gear on top of my locker. I
looked out the doorway and there was no one around. What the fuck? I bet it was that dick Jason Hawk playing some fucking mind games before our match. Well I wasnt going to rise to it, I was just gonna
go home and relax after my tough match. Try and get my head around this whole BC thing.

On my way home I had the funniest feeling that I was being followed. I dont know what it was. There was a black car with tinted windows that I was seeing everywhere. Anytime I stopped at a traffic light the car
was a few cars away from me. When I got to my home, Legacy Bar. I parked my car around back and locked the gate which led to the backway parking lot. The car seemed to be gone. Vanished. Well maybe
I was just over reacting, being too suspicious of something that wasnt even happening. I mean why would a car be following me? I had nothing to hide from anymore. All that shit was past me.

I walked past the dumpsters and pushed the large door open so I could get inside. It was dark, it was always dark and cold when I got inside after a long day. When I shut the door it was pitch black. I
knew my barings of the place so I made my way through the old back room where the alcohol and stuff was kept in storage. I threw on the light and checked my phone. It was late, and I was so tired from the
match I had earlier, so I just wanted to get to bed. I walked down through the doorway past all the old booths which were still there from the bars opening until now. I stood there in the middle of the
bar looking around at what happened to this place. How it had changed. This used to be where all of the wrestlers could reach out and party with the fans without even being bothered. Just having a
good time. I couldnt help think about it and just standing there basking in the energy it once had for a few moments. This is where I met Alison. Where me and Brenton became real friends. Where I
conquered the independent wrestling scene with CZW until its demise a few months ago.

It's a damn shame what happened to this place. A damn shame!

It is isnt it.

What the fuck! Whos that? I said who the fuck is there.

I couldnt see a fucking thing, I was looking, searching around for the light switch. Then I got a smack right in the testicles.

*squeaky*AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!*squeaky*

Sorry about that, I was aiming for your stomach but I guess I missed in the dark.

Well thats alright then, as long as you meant to get my stomach. Awhhhhh!

The lights suddenly flashed on and then I saw a blurred vision of a man at the light switch, my eyes still adjusting to the sudden flash of light two large men picked me up off the floor as I held my balls.

How longs it been champ?

What?! Who the fuck are you?

You dont remember your old pal Johnny?

Awh shit Johnny what the fuck do you want now? You already took everything I fucking have. What more is there?!

Woah why the hostility?

Come on Johnny just leave, please!

I need something from you first.

What?

I need Legacy Bar.

No, you cant fucking have it. This is all I have left.

I dont think you understand. I want this place so I'll get it. No one knows were “friends” so I could pop you right now and buy the place cheap. Or I'll get it for the price of your life right now.

Come on please, I'm begging you just leave me alone.

I'm afraid I cant do that. I need to make money out here in LA. I havent quite conquered this city yet. I need a place with a liquour licence and thats not heavily watched by the cops if you catch my drift.

Yeah I fucking do but this place has some fucking honour you dick so you can shove your offer up your italian ass!

Is that how you want to play this O'Shea? Fine then! I have no problem getting rid of another problem that stands in my way. Get that piece of shit fellas.

They grabbed me by my arms and lifted me off the ground and over to the wall. They grabbed me by my throat and kept me restrained by holding my arms.

Johnny walked over to me and smiled.

You know its just going to be so fucking easy doing this. I had to compensate for you maybe deciding on not giving it to me so I got you this suicide note written and everything. Oh and a gun, here you should probably put your fingerprints on it.

The two large men pried open my hand then got my fingers on the gun. Johnny then took it back and smiled.

Perfect right. Would you like to at least hear the reason why you topped yourself?

I just became silent. Nervous as the gun was still in Johnny's hands. He picked up the letter and began to grin as he read it.

I have become tired with this life. All of this stress is making me
very depressed. So much so that I cannot go on taking part in this
thing called life. To anyone who may be affected by what happens, I
am deeply sorry to all of you. Just remember this is what is best for
me. I can finally be in peace.
I have gotten over drug, alcohol, gambling abuse. They say once you
have an addictive personality, the addiction will just keep coming
back. This has made me look like an asshole to everyone I know and I
just cant do that again. I cant let anyone down again. So I'm afraid
this is what I must do. This is my time. My time to bow out. Bow out
of the stage that we call showbiz. But to also bow out of the show we
call life.
Remember me please at my best. The hero that I became to be to so many
children.
I bid you all a farewell.
Aaron out!

Isnt that a wonderful note?

I just remained silent still in fear. It was sick how he did that. He read my own suicide note to me before killing me himself. I pray that karma exists because if it does. He'll get his come-up-ins.

Johnny approached my spinning the gun on his finger like some sort of cowboy. Then he stopped it and pointed the barrel at my head, with his black leather gloves covering his fingers from printing on the gun.

So before we do this. You got anything you want to say to me? Any last requests if you will?

Eh dont kill me!!!

I'm afraid I missed that. What?

Nothing then.

I thought so Mr. O'Shea.

The barrel of the gun was pointed right at my forehead. I was literally staring down the barrel of a gun. Then I guess theres nothing else to say because this happened.

BANG!

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