Aaron's first encounter with The Rebels. Aged eleven years old in two thousand and twelve. Dallas, Texas. (Off Camera)It was the worst year of his life back last year when a ten-year-old Aaron saw his parents murdered right in front of his eyes with gunshots pierced through their hearts. It happened hours after he came home from school, from a mafia squad, wanting everything from his parents, wanting their money, their lives, everything you can imagine. It was that time that Aaron started going mental, being mentally sick and wanted nothing more than to commit crimes.
Aaron's been kicked out of every homeless shelter he had landed in so he was homeless, walking around in the streets. Until suddenly, he came across a bunch of guys who were beating on a homeless man, Aaron joined in for the fun of it, having nobody to stop beating on him. He had witnessed so much pain in his life.
As they are done, they saw a black long-haired kid, doing the beatings, on having fun and also to remove the memory of what happened last year. After Aaron saw the man had enough, he had a sick smile on his face, turning towards a gang who were the same age, a couple were older than Aaron himself.
Although looking puzzled as to why Aaron joined in on the beatings he had put on the homeless man. They nodded at Aaron. As Aaron walked away, enjoying something he did, they stood in front of Aaron, preventing him from leaving the alleyway as one of the members speaks.
Gang member: "We love your killer instinct, kid. You seem to have what it takes."
Another gang member: "Although it leaves us all wondering, why the hell did you join in the beatings with us?"
Aaron Jones: "I saw my parents being shot by a mafia gang last year. I'm forced out here, looking for shit to do, and that's where I came across you guys, beating on a homeless man."
Gang member: "Always good to let out your anger on something. I think you'd be a perfect member of The Rebels. Seeing you aren't doing anything, what do you say about joining us, so we have some more experiences like that?"
Aaron Jones: "I'm in. I'm Aaron, by the way, a guy who can even gain lots of money. During my time, I've been hacking in people's cards, to get some money. I'm proud of it because these days, it's so easy to hack credit and debit cards to get money."
Gang member: "Oh, you aren't wrong. I'm George, and this is my fellow member in crime, John. We need someone like that in our gang, hacking people's credit and debit cards."
Aaron nodded, approving to be a member, feeling what it's like to be apart of a criminal gang and most importantly, find out who the mafia members were who murdered his parents and The Rebels gang were that much closer to having friendships as well. Aaron shook hands with George and John.
John: "What do you say we go back to our secret hideout and relax?"
Aaron Jones: "Oh, I love the sounds of that. I will get some more money tomorrow."
George: "We got to take a look at that. Let us see what you built, and then you bring all your stuff to us, let's go."
Indeed they do as Aaron walks George and John to his small tent he placed right next to the garbage bins. They saw that he had a particular card machine that transfers the cards to the plenty of made up cards used for his name.
John: "Wow, man, that's some fancy card equipment you have in there. Man, the rest of the gang will love you. We'll wait outside for you."
John and George stepped outside of Aaron's tent and left for Aaron to pack his things with his laptop equipment, his cards he brought to use for copying data from someone's card to the cards Aaron's setup on stealing money from people. He also packs his clothes and other items he has. Aaron unsets the tent and places the tent equipment in a unique bag the tent came with.
He then goes with George and John to The Rebels hideout. As they approached it, Aaron widens his eyes, like it was a secret hideout, an abandoned house that wasn't being used, but all the electricity and gas was working. Aaron says this.
Aaron Jones. "What a great place you guys have."
George: "Welcome to The Rebels, Aaron. This is your new home. Take up a room that's not being used. We get you introduced to the others tomorrow. We loved your hunger and doing anything to kill someone to get what you want."
Aaron Jones: "Of course, the mafia did just that with my parents, and I'll do the same."
John: "See you tomorrow, feel free to get settled in."
Aaron picked a room that was perfect for his size, especially there was a lot of electric plugs in the room, something Aaron needed. He places his clothes in the drawers and wardrobe before he gets in his bed and goes straight off to sleep. That day was going to hunt Aaron for the rest of his life, knowing he shouldn't join a gang, but Aaron needed to survive at this point.
He survived for a while until he was arrested at seventeen for his crimes and sent to prison. Only that Aaron had tried to stab someone in prison. Because of that, the prison had no choice, but to send him to an insane asylum for a wrestling company known as World Wrestling Headquarters.
They gave Aaron wrestling training for five months before he was able to wrestle with tools in his arsenal to perform in the ring. A month later, he was accepted and has his first match with the company.
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Aaron's debuting impact begins. Serenity, California. Saturday 25th July. (On Camera)Cameras were set up inside of the cage doors of the insane asylum which fits perfectly to Aaron's needs. He sat on his bed, rocking backwards and forwards before he moves almost to attack the cameras. He starts to talk to the cameras for his first-ever wrestling match.
Aaron Jones: "Finally, after five months of hard work, busting my ass in this asylum to get better at wrestling, I'm booked to wrestle against a plague female wrestler named Mya Denton. Before I speak about that rotten swine, let me give you an introduction on who the fuck I am. I'm Aaron Jones, and I'm The Insanity. I was given that because I'm batshit insane with my moves in the ring and me as a person. Ever since a mafia gang murdered my parents as a ten-year-old kid, I've been in a gang to fight, sell and use drugs. I also was a master of frauding money from people with credit and debit cards."Aaron didn't know about wrestling very well, other than what he learnt in the wrestling ring. He spits out, saliva from his mouth.
Aaron Jones: "Mya Denton is the name of my opponent. Who would be sick enough for me to face a bimbo who's done a crime that's minor of robbery? Like who does that petty easy shit? Already, not even knowing you as a wrestler, you're a chickenshit. Mind you, that applies to you as a wrestler when you barely bit on Christy Winters. How you were willing to survive and fight for your family. Fuck that, I fight for nobody, but myself."Aaron smirked, not giving an ounce of respect for Mya, especially when he heard Mya saying she fights for her family.
Aaron Jones: "If you cared about your family and fighting for them, would you not done the crime of robbery? That shows how selfish and pathetic you are. I am a selfish, sick and demented human being, but I wouldn't neglect my kid if I had one. Well, your kid will see you be put down in the ring, by this psycho."Aaron walked around, screaming out to the camera as he places his finger up to the camera, practically already flipping off his opponent.
Aaron Jones: "You never witnessed the survival you had to fight for, not like I had to beat the living shit out of human beings. I also enjoyed it when I was a fellow gang member, and you talk about survival? Fuck out of here with your petty shit. I'll do anything it takes to win, even if I'll cheat to do so because that shows how much I want to win a match. Also, to show the entire world how much insanity I will plague the entire Sanatorium roster, teaching them and you all about survival."A small pause as Aaron drinks water from a plastic cup, sighing and shaking his head like he's disgusted.
Aaron Jones: "Also you can forget about me respecting you because I don't with your close attempts of beating Christy Winters. I don't give a shit about respecting any of these dimwit wrestlers who are a disease in World Wrestling Headquarters. I'm a disease too, but I will infect it by beating the shit out of you, showing the entire world that I'm forced to wrestle in this business because I started fights in prison. I would choke you with barbed wire to cause a massive amount of bleeding across your neck and other parts of your body too."Maybe a lot of people think Aaron was going too far, but he didn't care as he scoffs and smirks.
Aaron Jones: "Respecting your opponents gets you nowhere in wrestling as far as my knowledge goes. I never grew up wanting to be a professional wrestler. No, I was forced to be here and fight for a constructive way to deal with my problems. My problems will forever continue for the rest of my life and give you a massive amount of beating you won't see coming.”A small pause from Aaron, drinking some water before continuing to talk for the last time.
Aaron Jones: “I will beat you in the middle of the ring and advance to see who my next plague victim will be. Fear the insanity you will receive from this psycho who will make ends meet to win tomorrow night in my insanity debut. I will destroy you because I'm better than some weak bimbo who lacks the ability to fight to win matches, while it's proven in training I can. See you out there, bitch."Aaron smirks as the cameras were finally removed from his room and he sits to look at the walls and to draw on them with Mya Denton's name on the wall on the list of plagues he has written down.