BANG!


Ahhhhhhh!! Oh my God!

I grabbed my neck then my head feeling around for anything, any sort of wound. Then I realised. I am not
feeling anything because I was dead.

Suddenly all my life was flashing before my very eyes. It was all over. My run on earth was over and
now I had to watch the rerun of my life. Starting at day one! The birth of the fighting Irishman.

Day One: Birth.
The Rotunda Hospital
Dublin, Ireland.

Ugggghhhhhhhh!!!

Thats it push Mrs O'Shea. Push, he's almost here.

Come on honey I can see the head. Keep going.

Ugghhhhhaaaaahhhhhh!

And relax Mrs. O'Shea, he's here. Your baby boy is here.

They cut my chord and carried me by my leg over to some bench thing. I could see my mother and father,
hugging and crying tears of happiness as they glared at me across the room. Then that asshole doctor ro whatever, maybe he was a male nurse. Anyway he slapped my ass, what an asshole. Then brought me
over to my mother, wrapped me in a blanket first of all. I lay in my mothers arms as she and my dad looked down at me with joy. Joy, and my Dad didnt mix years to come though. That would come later, because
right now it was before the troubles between us had started.

Have you thought of a name for him yet, Mr and Mrs O'Shea?

Yeah. His name is Aaron O'Shea.

My father took me in his arms, and brought me over to the nearest window. It was dark out, on a cold Sunday night. The moon full and my father let me look out to the world around me. Figuritively of course because well babies cant see at that point. He then spoke words to me, words I wished he meant nowadays.

You see that son? That's the world. Much bigger than you can even imagine. Right now your only a little baby, but when you grow up you will conquer this place. You'll go on to do great things son. I know you will.
Because you've got O'Shea blood in you. But when you achieve greatness dont forget about your good old Dad, sitting back home in Ireland.

Day Three: First Time Home.
The O'Shea Household
Dublin, Ireland.

My mother carried me inside as my Dad opened the door, carrying in her bags that she had brought to the
hospital.

Well Aaron, this is your new home. This is where you'll grow up.

I was shown to my crib, which was obviously set up by my dad because it was slightly slanted to the left. Even when I grew up I always woke up on my left side because of that slant when I was a kid. This was the day when my family would
meet me for the first time.

[Ding, Dong]

Ah Dad. Come in, come in. Come meet your grandson.

This is probably the most significant person to make an influence in my life by far, which is all seen in a moment.

Wow! I'm a Grandad. I havent been this happy since you were born son.

This is great. Three generations of O'Shea lads together.

I only wish your Mother was here to see him.

She had died two years previous, when she lost her battle with heart disease. She had some sort of defect or something, and there was no real explanation or cure.

Still she's looking down now, proud. I know she is.

You want to hold him?

I thought youd never offer.

So there was the first time my Grandad held me, and we connected. This being the start of a great
relationship we would have.
The reason why.

Year 8
Grandads House
Dublin, Ireland.

Grandad. Grandad.

What is it Aaron?

I got a new football yesterday. Do you want to play?

Oh your old Grandad is past playing football now haha.

Awwwwhh.

Okay fine. I'll have a kick about with you.

Clearly he was just a softy because he was unwell. I never knew how much until I grew up. He had been suffering with his lungs and heart for years. He was a heavy smoker you see and it had caught up to him. Still at only 58 though he had
many years ahead of him.

He had begun to get tired, after the football we played.

Okay Aaron, time for a rest. You want to watch tv with me?

Yeah sure.

Okay then lets watch. Oh look wrestling is on.

Whats wrestling Grandad?

Its hard to explain Aaron, just watch and be amazed at what you see.

So I did. With that I was hooked. We would watch every day I was up in his house. He used to babysit me
often when my mom and dad were working after school. So I was always up there.

Grandad. Thats what I want to be when I grow up. I want to be a wrestler.

Thats good Aaron, you follow that dream. No matter what anyone says. Okay?

Okay Grandad.

Year 16.
Artane.
Dublin, Ireland.

When I was 16 my life was awesome. I had my best friends in the whole world Stephen, well I called him
Steo, and my other best buddy Jessica, or Jess. We were like the three amigos. Never apart from eachother. Well only when Jess had a boyfriend. They always seemed to be such dickheads. Especially to me
and Steo. Okay maybe I was over reacting. They werent always dickheads, but they took her away from us too often. Too often for me because well she was my first crush. Ever since we started being
friends at the age of 10. It was safe to say that yeah. I loved her. I just didnt know what she felt about me. Steo always speculated that she had a thing for me, but he wasnt really the best at understanding
the opposite sex.

Interesting story to back that up: In the future he would have sex for the first time, at 17. What he didnt
know is, he was fucking the girls belly button for like five minutes before he realised. He was kinda lucky that the girl was heavily drunk because otherwise, the word spreads and he wouldnt have got laid for many many years after that.

I remembered one night in particular. It was the night of some party she had at her house. Her parents were
out of town and she had a huge party planned for everyone she knew. Me and Steo were there first to help set up the place. We had the beer ready, the food ready. Then Jess was ready after being upstairs
getting dressed since we got there. She walked into the room, and I swear she was a vision of beauty. I couldnt help but stare at her as she lit up the room. She looked embarassed as she walked in to get our opinions.

So fellas. How do I look?

We...we..well, you look real nice Jess. Real nice.

Yeah Jess, you look awesome. So who's coming tonight?

Well everyone. Oh and Mike. I really want to look good for him, if you know what I mean.

Oh. But didnt you guys break up?

Yeah but I want to make up with him tonight. He was good to me.

He fucking cheated on you Jess.

She just brushed it off, and left the room, getting her make up touched up to perfection. When she did, Steo turned to me.

Okay Aaron this is your fucking chance. Its now or never that you tell her your true feelings. If she gets back with that guy he'll be a total dick to her and you know it.

I know but she obviously has her mind made up.

Listen! She wont get back with him, if shes already involved with you.

I dont know. Maybe your right.

I know Im right Aaron and so do you.

The party began and the people squashed into the house. The music blared and the lights flashed. I was
talking to all my friends trying to think of something other than Jess, but I just couldnt. She was just so beautiful as I saw her across the room. Something snapped in my mind. I saw Steo and stormed over to him.

Give me the vodka.

What?

Give me the vodka, I'm going to tell her.

Yes! Alright. Dont down it here though, that may be unattractive.

Yeah your right. Come on. Bathroom.

Me and Steo locked ourselves into the bathroom. There he watched as I downed the bottle of straight vodka.
Well what was left of it anyway. He just tried to pump me up. We were up there for like fifteen minutes.

You can do this Aaron okay. I know she feels the same way.

Okay, I can do this.

We walked out of the bathroom and downstairs to where the party was. I walked into the sitting room and
I saw her across the room. I started walking with a swagger in my step, trying to look cool. She saw me and smiled, she could see straight through the walk. She saw me as the same old dork that she was friends with.

Aaron, dont do that again haha.

Uh yeah. Jess can we talk please?

Yeah Aaron sure whats up?

I mean in private?

Oh okay.

We made our way out to the back garden and I had her with me under the moonlit sky, very romantic shit.

Is there something wrong Aaron?

Well yeah. But hopefully that wont be the case after I say this.

Okay? Shoot.

Listen I have known you for so long now and without a shadow of a doubt, I have known for a while now that....

Whats going on here babe?

It was Mike. That dick had shown up while I was drinking in the bathroom. They made up apparently.

Oh nothing Aaron was just going to tell me something.

Oh okay, dont let me stop you little buddy.

Little buddy, who the fuck was this guy. Just because he was 20. He was only three years older.

You know what. It was nothing.

Oh okay. Well I guess I'll see you later then.

Yeah sure.

I turned and walked away.

I could see Steo across the room. He was glaring and pointing for me to go back and talk to her. Grabbing
his balls and mouthing for me to sack up. I just couldnt. That was until I heard Mike talk as I walked away.

You know what Jess your lips are looking a little dry. Lets go upstairs and you can suck on my chap stick.

Okay thats it!

I turned straight away and stormed back up to this guy and Jess.

Okay Jess I cant do it anymore. I cant sit back and watch dickheads like this
take advantage of you. Jess I fucking love you okay. I always have. I know you may not feel the same way, but at least I got it off my chest. Its done.

Mike and Jess looked on in astonishment as I uttered those words.

You know what. Im not done. You go fuck yourself Mike. I cant stand how you treated
her. You cheated on her and then made it look like it was her fault. Fuck you asshole.

Who the fuck are you calling asshole?

Maybe Im calling the big rectum standing on front of me an asshole, you stupid cunt.

Thats it!

Mike punched me in the face, and then toe kicked me in the stomach. When I dropped Steo jumped in and
smashed him across the back of the head with a forearm. It was at that point that Mike's older friends then jumped in and beat the holy hell out of the two of us. We were chased down the street for about ten minutes before they gave up chasing us. Me with a bloody nose and a bruise on my cheek, and Steo with an injured arm and a black eye.
Both of us with the clothes ripped off us nearly. We walked down the street for ages so we could get to the 24/7 shop to get some ice and stuff so we could go home and hopefully not get caught by our parents being in a fight.

So you told her. I'm proud of you man.

Proud of me? We just got the piss beaten out of us.

Yeah I'm proud you told her that. I'm not so much thrilled over what you said to Mike.

Yeah maybe I should have taken baby steps in that one.

Not to worry dude. I mean were probably going to be beaten up again in a few days but then thats it.

Fuck!

Ah well, c'est la vie.

Look theres the shop. Lets get some band aids and ice.

We walked into the store and brought the stuff we wanted up to the counter but we had forgotten our cash.
We must have lost all our cash when we were running away.

Listen guys, it looks like youve had more that enough trouble tonight. Just take it. On me okay.

Thank you so much man.

No thanks neccesary. Just get going before any trouble enters the shop.

Okay thanks again.

We left the store and walked for twenty minutes back to our hang out spot. The old playground, in the closed
down park. No one went there except us. So me and Steo climbed the fence and hopped in. The tree house we built when we were ten was there so we just chilled out in there for a while, laughing it up as we sobered up. Just laughing for ages because. Well I dont know why its just everything was giving us the giggles.

Then a rock came flying up into the tree house, then another one. We both looked over the edge to see
that Jess was standing at the bottom of the tree looking up. She had her short dress still on, with a large hoody to cover her. She looked freezing, and upset. We threw down the rope ladder to her so she
could get up. When she did she just sat in the middle of us, not saying a word. Me and Steo just stared at eachother shrugging our shoulders. Then he asked what was wrong.

I'll tell you whats wrong. A fight breaks out in my house between my boyfriend and
my best friends. The damages are too much for me to pay for and everyone left early. Whats wrong?

Jesus Jess sorry I asked.

She glared at Steo. He just looked away.

Eh Steo can you go to the swings or something for a minute?

What why...oh right.

Steo left and went down to the swing set. I stayed up in the tree house with Jess but we didnt even look
at eachother. Both of us trying not to even acknowledge that the other was there. But I couldnt stay like that, I felt stupid.

Listen, just forget about what I said earlier okay.

Did you mean it?

I dont know wha...wait what?

Did you mean what you said?

Well, yeah but.

But what Aaron. You either meant it or you didnt. Is it true?

Of course it is Jess. Why else would I say it?

Well alright then.

Alright.

We both turned away from each other and just stared at the sky. For a few minutes we just stared at the sky,
then I noticed her shivering. I leaned over and wrapped my arm around her to warm her up. She nestled her head in my shoulder and leaned on me. I looked at her for a second. Filled with so much happiness, then
she glanced up at me. She smiled and then shifted her head forward a bit. Then I moved in also, until we kissed. We sat there all night as the sun came up. Steo had joined us in the tree house. He slept at
one corner of the tree house, then me and Jess snuggled up in the opposite corner, kissing and talking for hours.

You know I always felt the same way Aaron. I just couldnt say it. I didnt want to ruin our friendship.

I knew it couldnt ruin it Jess. I love you too much to let you go that easily.

Love you Aaron.

Love you too Jess.


Year 17
The O'Shea Household.
Dublin, Ireland.


Mom! Dad! Come quick!

What is it Aaron?

I got accepted.

You got into a college?

No, I got accepted into Irish Whip Wrestling.

Oh for fuck sake Aaron when are you going to grow the fuck up.

Fuck you Dad. This is what I have always wanted. Since I was a kid.

Jesus!

It's what Grandad wanted for me. To follow my dreams!

Dont you dare bring him into this you dumb fuck. He is gone!

Shut up.

I said hes gone!

Shut the fuck up!!

I punched him. I punched my Dad right in the face. He just wouldnt stop. I loved my Grandad more than
anyone on this earth, I couldnt bare thinking of his death. He dies just a year previously. I never got over it. I couldnt. It was like losing my heart and soul. My inspiration to succeed. But I eventually used his passing as a push towards my childhood dreams, thats why I applied to wrestle.

In retrospect, I guess the reason why my father treated this situation like that is because he never got
over the fact that he had lost his father. It hit him harder than I could have imagined it had.

Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out of my house.

No please Martin! Please, he's our child.

He's no child of mine. He's a waste of fucking space. Get out!

You know what fine! Your holding me back Dad. I fucking hate you.

Oh I hate you way fucking more “son”.

I stormed out of the house with nothing but my gear I had packed for my trip to my first wrestling show in
Cork. I stormed down the streets of Dublin, making my way to my girlfriends house.

[KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK]

Woah Aaron leave the door on the hinges. Oh Aaron? Whats wrong?

I need to stay here.

What? Okay, let me just explain to my parents. Come in, go up to my room.

I moved into her house with her that night.Her and her parents were like my new family. They werent
thrilled about the wrestling career because of the lack of money I had to support the relationship with their duaghter but they never let me know it. They came to my matches and supported me through it.All the way from my humble beginnings in Ireland to the indys wanting me in England and Australia tours. All the way to my discovery in America. I remember it well.


Year 19
Jess's House.
Dublin, Ireland.


[Ring, Ring, Ring]

Hello? Who's this?

Hey whats up it's Ramirez Silva. Owner of NLWF over in America.

Of course, but I am a bit starstruck. You'll have to excuse me.

Yeah no problem. Listen I want you to come over to us for a try out match. The show is called Proving Grounds. Were getting new fresh talent from around the world and giving them a chance to prove themselves on
the big stage. You have been getting rave reviews in the indy magazines.

Shit really?

Yeah. So just get to the airport next Tuesday okay. I have your tickets booked and everything. I'll leave them at the desk in the airport. Just use the password, Proving Grounds okay.

Yeah sure. Thank you Mr. Silva. Thank you so much.

No problem. Goodbye.

Bye.

I hung up the phone and couldnt contain myself.

Jess! That was Ramirez Silva. The owner of NLWF.

The show you always watch?

Yes. He's giving me a try out match!

No way! Aaron thats amazing!

Yeah, its in America next week.

Wow. Well good luck.

Good luck? Your not coming?

No Aaron. I have college work I have to do. I cant miss any of my classes. I need this to capture my dream, of becoming a doctor.

Oh! I understand I guess.

Look, you dont need me there. I will be watching on tv anyway.

Oh alright then cool. Only...

Only what Aaron?

What happens if I make it? I would have to move to America.

I guess we'll have to cross that bridge when we come to it.

Of course we did have to cross that bridge. I got a second match with Proving Grounds, and became the champ. That was my name cemented in the roster with my first major contract.

I had to move to the US after that, and leave my life in Ireland behind. By life I mean my friends and my
girlfriend. We had a real big discussion about plans for us to visit each other regularly, but that just didnt happen what with conflicting schedules all of the time plus the fifteen hour flights between our
cities. We'd call each other regularly though for a while, then the calls got more distant in time and fewer, that eventually it became that we never called. We both found new girl and boyfriends and didnt even think about eachother after that.

The people in my life have come and pass over time, friends and women. Two of the women in my life were
Ashtyn Sky and Alison Williams. These two basically the same relationships. Both of them ended in complete heartbreak for myself. But on the other side of it. I got over it. At the time I wasnt as heart broken about Alison because it was Brenton that she went to. Those two were in love. I mean it would have been different if it was Chuck. Sucks for you Jason.

I guess thats why I forgave both of them. But now, I see Brenton differently. Alison isnt to great either
with how she is taking this power trip but whatever. I guess times have changed as much as my life has since my humbled beginnings back in Dublin, to my jet setting life here Los Angeles.

I could really see this huge change as my life flashed before my eyes, however it quickly stopped before I got to my troubles. When I realised what had just went down.

I WASNT DEAD! I'm alive.

Then I looked to my side. One of the henchmen that was with Johnny Balls was laying on the ground lifeless
with blood coming from underneath his body. Pouring out wildly. The other henchman quickly ran out of the Legacy Bar, ducking for cover, screaming and crying.

I was too shocked to even move. I just stood still shivering. That could have been me!

Johnny ran towards me with his gun and jammed it against my head.

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU!!??!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!

I didnt do anything!

You stupid fuck!!

[Click]

I wouldnt do that if i were you Mr. Balls!

Johnny turned around to see that, another gun was pointing right at his face.

You best be getting out of here Balls or else you might be joining your little friend over there.

Johnny stepped back, the forward again grinning.

You obviously dont know who the fuck you are messing with!

You obviously dont know who I am associated with.

And who the fuck might that be?

The man with the gun, whipped his gun across the side of the face of Johnny. He fell to the ground unconcious.

The he turned to me, with a blank stare.

Oh fuck....


Click...Boom!
It's the Shoot.

First off, when I came back I was expecting to be joined in my quest to bring NLWF back to honour and respect by my long time friend and former tag team partner, Brenton Cyrus. Did that happen?

No it didnt because he decided to leave me hanging in the ring against those three. If that wasnt bad enough,
he comes out to try and attack me after my match? I got you though Brenton. I know you more than you know I know you. I know that you would try something like that after turning on me. It's just what you
do. Not that its a bad thing to try and humiliate a friend then hurt him more for overcoming the odds or anything.

I just want to know why you did it Brenton? You have to give me the reason. You've stuck with me through
thick and thin and then suddenly when I have a better cause, a cause to save the company that you basically built from scratch.

Chuck and Corey Casey. What do you call yourselves now? Bad Company? I could take another jab at Brentons
ownership skills here over the past month or so but hey, I've moved on to something else.

Chuck and Corey the way you two over the past while here have contorted the company into nothing but a
political war zone is sick. Oh I own this many shares, and I own this many. Forget about your fucking shares for a second and just wrestle. You even have my old flame Alison in on the situation. Not
that its all going to plan for the three of you. Which would bring me on to my next point. You had her make this master plan to get one of you holding the NLWF Championship strap. Unfortunately you
underestimated her blondeness. By taking out the shining light of NLWF, Nick Ridicule you may havethought you were home free with getting the belt. Then you trusted her and it all fell apart. Now the
Jay Hawk has the belt and has an opportunity this week to lose that belt to none other than me. The returning Aaron O'Shea.

Jason, I know we have seen many battles together in the past many of which will be put to shame by the match
I believe we will have this week on the return of NLWF show Direct Hit. One for the books in my eyes. Both of us have grown since our last encounter. I have come back stronger since my time away from the ring and you. Well you became a star.

Even though we have the same common purpose in this company, and also the same style of wrestling. I wont
be holding back in our matches. But I do respect you. I respect you a whole lot more than I did a few months ago.

I think almost running you over with a car was kind of a bit too much. Hopefully nobody hands me their car keys this time.

I cant wait for this weeks match also because I fit right into the surroundings. TLC. Tender Loving Care?
Oh fuck no! TLC means so much more than that.

Its three reasons why I am going to
beat the holy hell out of you on Direct Hit. Those three reasons
are....TABLES.....LADDERS.....CHAIRS!