The Wrong Crowd Pt.3

Heres a quick recap of what happened....

I was about to be fucking killed by my long time, I dont know what you can call him but suppose I'm going to have to say that he was a bully. It's weird to think that a bully can exist outside of my teen years but when they have fucking guns and I dont theres not much I can do to stop the abuse.

The asshole wanted my fucking bar, the last thing I had since he took over all of my other
possessions. I refused to give up all that I had left in the world and that was Legacy Bar. My favourite place on earth. Then he threatened me with a fucking gun, going so far as to almost shooting me in the head. I say almost but I thought he did. My whole life before NLWF flashed before my very fucking eyes. Everything from my earliest
memories of wrestling, my birth to my first love and to my first call up by NLWF then owner, Mr. Ramirez Silva.

I awoke from my dreaming to see that, I was not hurt and the gun was not fired at me. However
a bullet was in the chest of one of Johnnys henchmen, who was laying lifeless on the floor. Johnny immediately looked at me as his killer. He was then about to fire the gun again, as his other cronie ran away
with his tail between his legs. I didnt do it, how could I? I was seconds from dieing. Then all was revealed about who shot the gun. Although not all was revealed about why. Johnny questioned the man who stood on front of him and then squared up to him. Then Johnny got a mouth full. A mouth full of broken teeth as the man who came from
no where smashed his gun across the face of Johnny “Balls”. Johnny laid out on the floor, the man had nothing to do but look to me.

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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....

Mr O'Shea me and you need to have a quick word. Is that okay with you?

Of course it wasnt okay. This guy just killed a man on front of me, and just knocked out the
man who has tormented me for half a year and for what? I didnt want to mix with this guy but I needed answers from him. I needed them now.

Eh okay sir.

Sir? I am not who you should be calling sir. I work for the man who you should be calling sir. Well for now I work for him. For this job anyway.

What do you mean by job?

What do I mean? Well you are my job for today.

Why would I be a job for you. What do you want with me?

Me? I mean I personally dont want fuck all from you. I just want my pay cheque at the end of the day. I'll do whatever they want to get my money. But from you, I dont want anything. Believe me.

Well then who wants me? You have to tell me.

Technically I dont need to tell you a fucking thing but I like you. I like that you have the balls to ask a man who just killed before your eyes, and still has a loaded gun in his hand questions.

So did he though?

I pointed at Johnny who was still laid out on the ground with blood pouring from his mouth
and nose. His eyes glazed over. He looked dead but his chest was still moving so he was definitely breathing. I was a bit uneasy because if he wasnt aware before now he was as I brought it to his
attention that me and Johnny just did the same thing to him. Im a fucking idiot. It was then either a sick and sadistic or just a funny smile he gave me as he scratched the top of his head.

Yes the both of you did ask me the same sort of question but come on, the way he asked he was just down right rude wasnt he?

Well I guess so.

Yeah see. So do you feel comfortable enough that I'm not going to kill you....yet.

He laughed at me as I backed up towards the wall in fear.

Oh come on you chicken shit, I'm not going to fucking kill you, it's not part of my job description. Although if you piss me off, I am going to have to beat the shit out of you. But hopefully we can become the best of buddies while were together.

He walked over and wrapped his arm around my shoulders and shook me smiling. Then he rubbed his hand on my head like I was his baby brother, with his gun in the other hand. The leather gloves he was wearing, still on his hands.

Oh shit, theres a bit of blood there left on your hair and head. It must have come off my gloves.

Shit! I have to go wash this shit off. I'll be back down to you in a minute man.

Sorry Aaron. No can do. I cant have you running off on me like that. I think you'll want to stick around anyway. Big twist in the tale about to come here.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Oh come on Aaron. We have this stupid fucker on the ground knocked out and unable to protect himself. Why dont we just get it over with, and let our feelings out. Lets gang rape him!

What the fuck!?!?

Excuse me?

Oh nothing I mean if you want to thats your choice but I'm just not into guys.

What? I'm not into guys either homo. I just want to get laid tonight. It just so happens that this is a guy. Let's go, take off your pants Aaron.

No! Please just leave me!

Relax you worry wart. I was only fucking kidding you. I dont want to rape this guy. What kind of sick fuck do you think I am?

Of course he said this while he was wipeing the blood stains off of his gun, so I didnt really feel any better standing next to him.

So anyway Aaron, lets get this fucker up in that chair.

What?

Give me a fucking hand getting this guy in the chair, I dont want to get a fucking hernia.

Oh shit. Okay.

I gave this guy a hand lifting Johnny into a chair in the corner of the room. Johnny started
to move a bit but was still completely dazed. The man with me took out a rope from his bag. He walked to the back of the chair and tied Johnnys arms together, then he came to the front and tied together Johnnys legs. He then backed up beside me and sighed.

So do you want to do this now or do you want to wait until he is awake?

I told you I'm not raping this guy.

No not that. Wait he's waking up hold on.

The guy grabbed Johnnys face and made him look at him.

Do you see what happens now Johnny when you mess with the wrong people? Do you see what happens when you mess with Aaron O'Shea. And especially when you are rude to fucking me! Your lucky I dont rape you right here.

Johnny squealed as the man looked over to me and winked.

Sorry Johnny didnt mean to scare you. Listen if it makes you feel any better, I'm not gay.

Well it fucking doesnt you piece of shit!

The man suddenly just smacked Johnny across the face full force. Johnny coughed up a bit of blood then turned his head looking at me and the guy again.

Aaron, you want to take a shot at this guy?

Eh I dont know.

Oh sack up and just do it!

Fine.

I ran over and haymakered Johnny to the top of his head. The chair swung backwards. Johnnys face ignited as he thought he was going to fall backwards but then the mysterious man stopped him from falling.

Now lets keep you sitting up so you can enjoy the show. Take another punch at him Aaron, come on. Think of all the pain and suffering he has caused you. Think of how your life could have been if this stupid fucker didnt mess with you, and take all of your belongings. Think!

So I did. I thought about what this day could have been like if my life with everything all together had panned out like I wanted it to.

[Ring, Ring, Ring]

Hello?

Aaron!

What who the fuck is this?

It's Chris.

Oh fuck hey whats up man?

I am ready, I know I am. I'm ready for my chance at the strap.

You think your ready for the CZW Heavyweight title?

Yeah I know I am. You've seen what I can do, and youve seen the reactions Im getting from the fans. They want me as their champ. Just give it to them. Give them what they want. You know it makes sense for ratings more than anything.

I cant disagree I mean you are putting butts in the seats and your have a really good streak going. Okay I'll put you in the match but I dont see why your so confident that your going to win so easily.

It's James Shark! I owe him all the pain he gets in that match.

Alright man fine then but be prepared because I know he is going to pull every trick he has in his bag.

Dont you worry about it Boss, I'll get that belt no matter what.

Okay well I'll see ya later fella.

Bye Boss you wont regret it!

I hung up the phone and turned over in my bed onto my back. I sighed then looked up at the ceiling. The light was on, but it was light out. I turned and looked out of the window, the sun was shining. I was about to sit up out of bed then the covers started rustling. Suddenly a woman with long blonde hair emerged from underneath. It was Alison. She smiled at me
then wrapped her arms around my waist and arched her back to kiss me.

Morning Aaron.

Morning Princess. Sleep well?

Sleep after that?

Well yeah I know.

Thank God you found that Penis Enlarger Pump.

Yeah that Junk email that I got to buy one was faith!

Amen! I knew the praying would pay off.

Anyway. You want to go get some breakfast?

Eh yeah. Theres something I need to speak with you about.

Oh really? Is it important?

I would say its pretty important.

Alright let me get a shower first then we'll go okay?

Yeah I'll join you.

Alright babe come on strip.

She pulled the covers off her and she was already naked.

Nevermind.

We hopped into the shower, and I held her body close to mine. She looked up into my eyes biting her lip as I rubbed her back up and down. She got on her toes and kissed, then I lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around me. I then put her back up against the wall of the shower and we began to have sex. After we were done we both walked out of the shower holding hands and made our way towards the wardrobe. I kissed her one last time then started to get dressed. When I did we got in my car and went out to a restaurant. We got there and were brought to a private booth straight away. We couldnt go to Legacy Bar tonight because the next CZW show was on tonight and the place would be hectic setting up
the small ramp but large light system. We were introducing fireworks into our entrance system tonight also so the crew had to perfect that. I looked over at Alison and held her hand, staring into her eyes. She smiled and rubbed her feet off my leg.

So Alison you want to order something?

Yeah but I have to tell you this first.

I called for the waiter while she said that.

Just one moment sir.

Yeah no problem. Okay Alison lay it on me. I'm listening.

Well I havent been feeling well over the past few days.

Yeah I know, you wouldnt fucking eat or have a beer with me last night.

There is a reason though.

Yeah? Whats that?

Im pre.....

Bread rolls?

Eh yeah please.

Can I take a drinks order?

Eh sure. I'll have a pint of Bulmers please. Alison?

Im pregnant.

I'll give you two a minute to decide then.

Eh yeah please!

The waiter scurried off as quick as he could and I looked in Alisons eyes.

Are you serious?

Im pretty fucking serious. Why would I joke about becoming fat?!

I dont know what to say. Is it mine!?

YES!

Okay, well you know with your record, anyway. I cant believe it.

Well....

Well?

Are you okay?

Yeah Im more than okay Alison, Im fucking ecstatic. I love you.

I love you too babe.

I held her hand tight and I just couldnt contain my smile. I was just the happiest guy in the world. We had our food just talking for a few hours then about what was going to happen and how our lives had changed for the better. By the time we left it was already time for the show.

Time for CZW in the home of wrestling Legacy Bar. I made my way inside the Bar and backstage to my office with Alison. Just as I sat down beside her on the couch, a camera crew rushed in with James Shark, the CZW Heavyweight
Champion following closely. He looked pissed and came straight up to me and got in my face. I stood up and stepped towards him.

What the fuck do you want James?

I think your fucking losing it.

Whys that?

Maybe all that gold youve got in the big leagues is making you mental with power. I dont know but clearly something aint right.

Oh I get it your pissed about your match because you know youre going to lose it. I see now.

Shut the fuck up cracker jack. You soft fuck.

First off cracker is racist and secondly. What exactlty is a soft fuck, because well I already had a rough fuck today. I wouldnt mind having one of them later Alison. What do you think?

Alison giggled, then James jumped back in.

Fuck you asshole.

Whatever. Get the fuck out of my office.

Fuck you.

So feisty James. Tell you what to keep control of you in your match later I'm going to be the special referee. Sound good to you?

Fuc...

It doesnt matter what you think!

That catchphrase sounds familiar. Get your own material.

Nope dont think so? Anyway fuck off so I can relax. See you later sweety pea.

James stormed out of my office carrying his belt on his shoulder and shoving the camera men out of his way.

It was match time and I couldnt wait to get my hands on my old rival James Shark.

Making his way to the ring form Dublin, Ireland. Youre owner and special referee for this evening. Aaron O'Shea!!

The music hit and I walked down to the ring. Both men staring at me as I walked down the ramp. I crawled my way into the ring and stood between the both men. I went over to each to check on them, see if they had any foreign weapons. I checked with Chris first and all he did was smile.

What the fuck are you smiling at?

Man, your reffing. I cant fucking lose.

Cant you?

Well yeah.

Chris I'm calling this down the middle.

But you scouted me to become champion ages ago. You said so yourself.

Yeah that doesnt mean I'm going to fucking spoon feed you.

Fucking hell Aaron, this is what the fans want.

They want you to make a fucking effort you stupid cunt.

Fuck off Aaron.

Dont piss me off Chris I dont want my day ruined because you had an ego trip. I'll kick your ass.

You couldnt kick snow off a rope midget man.

I walked away shaking my head over to James Shark after that idiot Chris Armstrong got up in my face.

What are you looking at princess?

Shark I'm this close to fucking ending you right now, I swear.

End me? I havent even fucking started with you softy.

Fuck it. Give me a fucking mic.

I got handed a mic and then stood in between the two men again.

This is a fucking triple threat now, none of you deserve the fucking title. Get a ref out here! Oh yeah, ding ding!

This match is now a fucking three way. You heard the boss!

I ran at James Shark who was in the corner and jumped up with a flying forearm. Multiple shots to the face. Chris ran across at the time and pulled me away and turning me around in the process. He clotheslined me down to the mat,
and I rolled outside. Chris continues with his beatdown on James Shark. Punching and kicking him to the stomach.

Chris finally gets his chance at the Heavyweight title, and against his rival since he started in this company the soft one, James Shark.

Chris turns James around and beats his head against the turnbuckle.

1...2....3...4...5...6...7...8...9

I pulled the legs of James Shark down out of the ring and ring and started punching him to the face again to cause pain for all he has said and done since he got here in CZW. Chris stepped over the top rope and jumped down with a
jackhammer to the back of my neck, dropping me to my knees. James then fell to the mat from repeated blows to the body.

YEAH!!! NEXT WORLD CHAMP BABY!

Chris Armstrong maybe getting a bit to headstrong here but he is in a promising position so who can blame him.

Chris picked me up by the hair and then threw me back down to the ground, forward stumbling
into the steel steps. I leaned on the steps catching my breathe as he swaggered confidently over towards me smiling. He tried picking me up again by the hair but I elbowed him right in the stomach. Leaned over
from the blow I smashed his head off the steel steps. He was now in the position I was in just seconds ago.

The Beast taking so much time there he may have just ruined his chance at winning his first major title in the industry. I hope now he doesnt regret this. He has been scratching and clawing his way up the ladder of this company for too long.

I walked up the steps and stood over Chris who was leaning forward with his head and chest
laid out on the top step. I looked around at the crowd smiling then dropped down to ringside again. I walked over to the announcers table.

Aaron! What are you doing?

Get up!

What?

Get the fuck up!

Okay jesus!

I took the chair from underneath our announcer Mike Tucker and then walked back over to Chris who hadnt moved yet. I looked at the crowd around me again, who in a drunken rage were half and half shouting for me to do it and the
others saying no. I lifted the steel chair high above my head and just as I swung down, James Shark out of nowhere gored me into the steel barriers which surrounded the ring. James then hopped on me and
starting punching me like a mma star. I tried to block every shot because of his background of knocking people out. Mainly me.

Aaron shouldnt have wasted his time there, now he's getting an ass kicking. Someone get me a fucking chair!

James got off of me and howled at the crowd who booed him wildly.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

He flipped them off then walked over to Chris Armstrong who was now up to one knee. Chris
punched him in the stomach then stood up. He went to clothesline but James ducked, only to be met with a strong elbow to the back of the head straight away. I dived at Chris taking him into back. His back smashing off the ring apron. I held him keeping him upright and speared him into the ring apron again. A few knees were given to him
as I got pumped up. I turned around and hopped up onto the guardrail jumping back and landing on Chris Armstrong.

Whisper in the wind by the boss!

James was up so I ran and gave him a flying knee to the face. James was out for now and Chris
was again getting back up. I ran around the ring and picked up the steel chair I had gotten earlier. I sprinted back quickly to Chris. When he got up I threw the chair at him, when he caught it I hopped up on the apron and quickly jumped back with a flying chuck kick to the chair which smashed Chris in the face.

Getting innovative with the chairs in this match. Remember there are no dq's in a triple threat match.

Just then James Shark came in with a big boot to the back of my head. James then stumbled back holding his forehead. He regained his balance and kicked me to the stomach. James picked me up and rolled me into the ring. He kicked
Chris to the head before getting in himself. James went for the pin right away.

1..2..Kickout!

James got up to his knees punching the mat in frustration.

Come on James, youre going to have to do a lot more to win this type of match.

James got to his feet and stepped back to the turnbuckle. He waited for me to get up then ran at me. I arm dragged him across the ring, then again, and then a third time. Then ended it with him missing a clothesline and me doing a backflipping kick to the top of his head.

PELE JUST ROCKED SHARK!

James stumbled back and into the turnbuckle. I ran at James Shark from across the ring.
Running up his body with a backflip to land on my feet. When I stepped aside to pose, James just fell straight forward down to his face.

Excellent aerobics from the owner there.

I looked around at the audience frantically as I saw James laid on on his back. They knew what I was think. It was time for me to unleash my finisher. The Aaron O'MyGod. I climbed the turnbuckle and stood up straight blessing myself like I did before every death defying leap.

He's going to hit it. He's going to become our champion.

Just then Chris jumped up to the apron and pushed my leg leaving me falling to my ass on the
top rope and hanging on the ropes. Chris climbs to the top rope and hits me with a tree of woe stomp.

Chris is 7 foot fucking tall. You dont often see him ascend the ropes. Then again hes not always against Mr Air, Aaron O'Shea. Wait, did he hurt himself?

Chris fell awkwardly on his knee when he dropped down after stomping on my chest. He pulls
the knee pad down and holds his leg as he beats his fist against the mat in agony. James Shark take immediate control and turns Chris onto his back and into a figure four leg lock. Chris screaming in rithing pain, beats his head against the mat now to focus his pain somewhere other than his knee. James lays down on his back now pulling at the
ring ropes for extra torque.

The ref cant stop the rope pulling because theres no real rules. Wait hold on!

I pulled myself up from the tree of woe and got to the turnbuckle, turning around and plumetting down on the current champion with an astonishing 360 Shooting star press!

OH MY GOD!!

THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME!

I bounced off James body and out of the ring landing on my shoulder on the oustide. James was limp on the floor and Chris rolled from the ring holding his knee and hopping on one leg to the announcers table. He leaned on the table as
he nursed his knee. While he did that I reached under the ring to find something.

Look what he's getting. Its a fucking ladder! Here we go!

I pulled out the ladder and lifted it up and ran at Chris. Smashing him in the chest and pushing him over the announcers table into Mike Tucker.

Holy fuck!! Get the hell off of me you gorilla!

I turned my attention to the ring where James Shark was still laying in the ring. I ran towards the ring and pushed the ladder inside. James laid out had a glazed look in his eyes, like he couldnt move anyway even if I pinned
him now but me being ever the showman had to make one final impact in the match. I set up the ladder in one corner of the ring and pushed James back more with my foot so I could have room.

I ascended the ladder with all the confidence in the world. My back turned away from James Shark. I looked over and Chris was still down with his knee troubles. I blessed myself once again and looked up to the celing which I could
basically touch standing at 20 feet from the outside concrete floor. I prayed one last time before I leaped.

Okay Brenton I know your listening, you always listen to me. I really need your guidance on this one. I need you to send me on the path down to the body of James Shark. I know your looking out for me bro, you always are, and if theres any trouble I know you will be the man to stand by me and fight. Amen!

And with that final word I leaped backwards leaving my faith with the gods doing two full rotations and landing down onto the chest of James Shark.

1...2...3

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

I stood up slowly off James Shark and was presented with the CZW Championship with none other than my good friend, “The God” Brenton Cyrus.

Fucking awesome match tonight Aaron. Do that again in a few days on the real show.

No doubt man, no doubt.

I'll let you have your moment. I'll see you in the back.

Nah man stick around. I have an announcement to make.

Just have your moment now and I'll see you backstage okay.

Alright.

I celebrated for a while and then walked backstage holding my new title, I didnt make the announcement because I wanted Brenton to hear first. I saw him as I walked into the office. He was siiting down talking to Alison. I felt awkward as they both looked up at me smiling.

You fucking told him?

Sorry babe, couldnt keep it a secret from him.

Awh Alice that was my moment.

Congratulations Aaron.

Come here a second BC.

What is it?

He walked over and I pulled him aside for a second keeping quiet.

Listen BC I know this situation between me you and Alison has hit the fan hard over the last year or so....

No listen to me buddy. I am happy for you too. Really I am.

Okay then were good?

Yeah Aaron were good. Just remember these words. Dont mess with the Koreans!

Wait what!?

AARON!

What? Who said that?

AARON! WAKE THE FUCK UP!

I snapped out of my day dream, back to the reality that was happening around me. That guy was still standing beside me, he had his arm on my shoulder shaking me.

What the fuck were you thinking about? We have a job to do.

Then I looked down at the extremely bloodied Johnny “Balls” tied to the chair.

Grab that gun.

What?

Grab that fucking gun he was going to kill you with.

I walked over and picked up the gun staring at it in my hands for a few seconds before the man whistled.

Eh hello? What the fuck is up with you? Anyway shoot the motherfucker!

NOOO!! Please god no!

Oh Johnny perked up didnt he?

Yeah.

Just shoot him. He wanted to kill you, not even thinking about people who know you. Just do it. Kill him!!!

Noooo!!!

Eh look man I cant kill a guy. Im..sorry.

Fuck it then, I'll do it since you lost your nads.

The guy held the gun to Johnnys head and cocked it.

AHHHH!!!

WAIT!!! Fucking hell man! I dont even know your name and your blowing peoples heads off on front of me like its no big fucking deal!?!?

Well yeah, its what I do.

He points the gun at Johnny again.

Fuck! Stop!

Oh shit sorry Aaron. Pardon me for being so rude. My name isnt for your ears but you can call me...oh I dont know. Call me Jeff.

Jeff...okay.

Well now that were comfortable with eachother. Nighty Night Johnny!

Wait no...

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