An extended lost family found in the Sanatorium. Serenity, California. Tuesday, 25th August. (Off Camera)Ever since Aaron's been placed inside of the mental facility for the last six months, Aaron had been sitting in his jail cell, not doing anything, other than staying put in his cage. He hadn't bothered to interact with the other wrestlers because of his history of violence and starting fights. Wrestling was never a sport Aaron wanted to do in his career, still wasn't entirely interested at all, despite his winning streak as of late. It seemed like Aaron wasn't going to be stopped.
However, because he had won matches, Aaron heard he had rewards of seeing people, the problem was he didn't have anyone to see, due to his Rebels members in prison and his family was dead. Or so, Aaron thought as there was a knock on his cell door as Aaron walked closer to it and saw a male security guard and states this.
Male security guard: "There's someone here to see you."
Aaron Jones: "Don't be ridiculous, I don't know anyone, apart from my gang, but they are in prison."
Male security guard: "It's not them. Come on, let me drag you into the private room since it's your reward after all."
Aaron Jones: "Fine, I find out who this person is."
Aaron shrugs his shoulders as the male security guard unlocks the doors and lets Aaron out of the room, laughing like it's a big joke to him. He's being directed to the private room to see someone. As Aaron sat down, he shook his head, looking at the person, like he had no idea who they were. It was a female looking a bit older than Aaron, wearing blond hair, a blue dress and some makeup on.
Aaron Jones: "Who the fuck are you?"
Female visitor: "That's not nice to speak to your sister like that."
Aaron Jones: "Yeah, as if you're my sister. I don't buy into your crap. Why should I when I've never seen you before?"
Aaron's potential sister: "But you have, although it was during our parent's funeral the last time we saw each other, look."
Aaron's sister pulls a picture from her pocket, showing her and him sitting next to each other on the chairs in the church as Aaron smirks and says this.
Aaron Jones: "Why do you think it's me? That boy can be anyone."
Aaron's potential sister: "That's because it is you. I know it was a long time ago, but I'm your sister, Michelle Jones. Even states your profile in this book on the list of names here."
She pulled a large book out, the size of the old yellow pages as there was a fold-up paper bit of looking through all the names until Aaron saw his, Michelle's and his parent's names next to them. Took a lot of hard work for Michelle to find Aaron.
Aaron Jones: "Apart from not seeing me in a long time, why are you here?"
Michelle Jones: "I needed to tell you a bit about our dad. Our mum, she's fully American, no questions there. Our dad, he came from Malta, and I want to say, how proud I am for representing him. All these items here, he got from Malta, including the Malta flag. It's dusty, but he loved his country. I only found out the other day from things he kept."
Aaron Jones: "Does his birth certificate state he was born in Malta?"
Michelle Jones: "Yes, it does. We are half Maltese, that's why it means a lot to me when you're representing your father's country in the tournament you have coming up. Besides, I never thought wrestling was your thing."
Aaron shook his head, more to agree that he didn't like the sport very much, but something Aaron happened to be very good at. Aaron received a plastic cup of water as he takes a few sips due to the sweat he had. He wipes sweat off his sleeve.
Aaron Jones: "It's not. I never cared for wrestling as a whole. The only reason why I'm here is that the prison couldn't handle me fighting anymore. So they banged me up here and had to do wrestling training for WWH for six long months before making a debut on the brand."
Michelle Jones: "So it's more of a punishment than a reward kind of thing?"
Aaron Jones: "Yes. How I became good at a sport I have no interest in is beyond me, but I'm continuing to do it because it seems to be the only thing I'm good at. I don't care for the pieces of shits walking around here, wanting to be professional wrestlers. I was forced here, so the prison found a way to use my anger constructively. Fucking plagues who make me sick, especially when I've fought more matches than my opponent, Abby Evans has."
Michelle Jones: "Strange when you've only been here for a month and had two matches. Already making an impact."
Aaron Jones: "Sadly, it's been against women wrestlers. I swear to god, male wrestlers don't seem to exist. Anyway, I need to fuck off now, got to go to the gym to prepare for this bitch. It's interesting to know my father's past of being born and raised in Malta. See you soon, I suppose."
Michelle nodded as she shook Aaron's hand before leaving the room one end, Aaron on the other as he's given a flag of Malta and plastic knight items and postcards of Malta to at least reflect on his history of being half Maltese. He's taken straight to the gym, while the guards take his items back to his cell, placing them on the table. Aaron comes back to his cell two hours later and locks him back up.
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Sitting in the cell once again. Serenity, California. Saturday 29th August (On Camera)It's been a month the last time Aaron spoke about his opponents. It was clear Aaron wasn't going to bother talking crap about someone who wasn't there and weren't coming back. However, today was different as the cameras were already set up in his cell, clearing his throat before he starts talking, while laying in bed, with a Malta flag hanging on the wall.
Aaron Jones: "So it turns out despite my lack of interest of the sport in general, I'm pretty good at it beating plagues of Mya and some dumb bitch I forgot the name of. Who knew that someone like me, never dreamt of being a professional wrestler being able to succeed in my two matches and won them cleanly? Such feat wouldn't usually happen, but it did with me and now, entered into some tournament, representing a country I found out where my dad came from, Malta."It was only discovered the other day when Aaron visited his sister for the first time since the funeral of their parents, not even aware he had a sister still alive. Aaron slumped on his bed.
Aaron Jones: "My biggest problem I've got about wrestling so far is where the fuck are the male wrestlers around here? Every match I've had since I joined Sanatorium, all of them have been against female opponents, including one tonight of Abby Evans, another victim of the plague, rotting in these parts of town. Why have I had more matches than you? Does it seem like you haven't been interested in wrestling either? That's OK because there's nothing great of throwing your opponents around and hitting them with flashy moves to win. Seems so bloody simple to do."If there were fans around, he would get massive boos, showing such disrespect to the sport. Aaron spits on the floor, before laying back in bed, letting the cameras see the Malta flag.
Aaron Jones: "You are pathetic, losing to some guy without a first name in the tournament. You see, I never needed to be in some dumb title tournament to make an impact, I won all of my matches so far, and I don't see someone coming from Romana, a common country where the so-called terrifying people come from. You may have tried to hang on against some guy without a first name, but you still failed. You lack the killer instinct to put people away effectively, hence why you're the second biggest plague I've fought in this company."Aaron smirked as he got up from his bed and drank some water in a plastic cup before going back to his bed.
Aaron Jones: "Malta is a developing country where none of you dumb fucks would think to represent. Dumb Germans bombed the country to bits and still to this day, they are still picking up the pieces on the damage they caused to my father's country. Romania has contributed nothing to the world, much like your contributions to WWH as a whole. Yes, there's some talent in you you've not used yet, like making people bleed, something I tend to do, but I will do a lot more than make you bleed, I make you choke on your blood with barbed wire across your throat."Aaron laughed for a brief period, scratching his chin for a bit.
Aaron Jones: "Nobody, apart from you is going to lose this damn match against me because while you figure out what the fuck you want to do, I'm going to advance, whether I'll cheat to win or not. Oh, I'm not afraid of cheating to win matches because I will do anything to get that win. If you are bored, then why didn't you have the tits to ask for a match? Because you're scared of losing again? It's tragic you'll be another plague, trying their best to beat me, but you have no chance to do that.A small pause from Aaron.
Aaron Jones: "I'm the better wrestler in this match because unlike you, I'm going places and it starts by me beating the shit out of you in the ring, representing Malta who needs some life brought into them. Nobody has been able to stop me since I started wrestling in WWH, and I've only done six months of training to get where I am. Pretty pathetic for someone who's been wrestling for years and not able to get a win."Aaron was enjoying ripping Abby apart, even if he went too far. He has a smirk.
Aaron Jones: "You will learn a thing or two that you don't belong in the ring against me and I'm sorry to say you'll be the biggest loser of this match. I will destroy you with whatever I can get my god damn hands-on, causing you to bleed and choke from the pressure this insanity wrestler can give to you. Abby's career will come to a god damn end tomorrow night and adding another plague victim to the list, not just for me, but for my country of Malta as well. See you tomorrow, you stupid cunt."The cameras go offline as the lights went out in the mental facility and everyone, including Aaron, went straight to sleep.