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Post by the Hive on Jan 1, 2021 17:55:36 GMT -5
Match Four: Jonathan Edwards versus Aaron Jones Jonathan Edwards was cheated out of the Demolition Championship at Grindhouse. His wrath after that showed itself to be devastating. Aaron Jones has a shot at the Underground Championship. Can the man who wants another shot at the Demolition hold his own against the contender for the other midcard belt in the show?
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jan 8, 2021 22:39:46 GMT -5
ยปยปยปยปยปยปยป So sleep soundly ยซยซยซยซยซยซยซ ยปยปยปยปยปยปยป in your beds tonight ยซยซยซยซยซยซยซ
ยปยปยปยปยปยปยป For judgement falls ยซยซยซยซยซยซยซ ยปยปยปยปยปยปยป Upon at first light ยซยซยซยซยซยซยซ
What happened at Sanatorium was something that never should've happened. Edwards won the fight, but after he won, he ended up beating Quinn down with the handcuffs and then was escorted out of the arena and put in the quiet room. Edwards is leaning against the room and starts thinking about everything. He won, but he's getting punished because of what he has done. He sits there in the quiet room, wearing his ring gear still, and gives off a slight chuckle.
Eden showed up and was escorted into the room and looks at Edwards. She slowly shakes her head and can't believe what she's sees right now. She stands there wearing casual clothing and crosses her arms over her chest.
"Well, it seems like you got yourself into a predicament, Edwards. What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you attack Quinn after winning?"
He keeps quiet and not speaking. He doesn't have anything to say right now, but eventually, he has to speak up.
"You know you have to speak to me, Jonathan. The nurses and I are looking to help you get better, but you need to help us to help you."
"Why? Why do I need to speak when I got screwed out of something that should've been mine. Grindhouse was a fucking joke."
"What do you mean? You lost."
"I didn't lose the match, Eden. I got screwed out of the title that SHOULD HAVE BEEN MINE."
"I get that, but why did you attack Quinn after winning? You know better than that Jonathan, listen, I'm going to let you cool down and think about what you've done. You think about what you've done. Next card, you're facing Aaron Jones."
Eden walks out, and there was a camera placed in front of him. Edwards leans back against the white walls and closes his eyes. Edwards gets a smirk on his face as his eyes look upon the camera.
"Aaron, you and I face off on the next card. The number one contender for the Undergrounds championship seems so close to you, yet having a belt doesn't mean anything to you. That's fine by me because I don't care about that. What I care about is kicking your ass all over that ring."
"When I was fighting for that Demolition title, I wanted to make this place something decent, but I realized that after that loss, I must take matters into my own hands. Aaron, you've done well in this company so far, and your only loss is from Elijah Copeland and Levi Tsingine. You even won at Grindhouse, and for that, I congratulate you."
He stands up from the ground as he speaks more about the upcoming match against Aaron Jones.
"But what you've done so far here is about to come to a sudden halt. I'm going to enjoy hurting you, and I'm going to send you to my hell. What happened to me at Grindhouse will happen to you, Jones, and all those that stand before me. Quinn felt that wraith, now it's your turn, Jones. Jones, you're stepping in the ring with a man who shows no fear and doesn't care if he injured himself to prove a point. I'm here to show you what happens when you go up against a man who's a RUTHLESS SON OF A BITCH! When they made this match, they didn't have any idea what I'm going to do to you on January 10th, 2021. I'm about to lay down everything I have against you."
He walks around the quiet room and hits his head again the wall to keep his mind off everything that has happened to him. He put his hand on the wall and stretches his body out. Jones is tough, but nobody is as tougher and deadlier than Jonathan Edwards. He moved his lower body back a bit and chuckled loudly.
"Everybody has a price, Jones. Everyone knows the feeling of what happens when Jonathan Edwards is pissed off. Quinn, he pissed me off for no reason, and look what happened to him, Jones. Quinn is in a match against John Blade. That right there is embarrassing..." He turns his body and looks back at the camera. "But I'm going to embarrass you even more. Those losses during Shogun will be nothing compared to what happens when you fight me. I will make those losses in Shogun seem like child's play. I don't care about you or anything that you think you are, Jones. I don't care about how bad of a childhood you have or any of that. Do you want to know what I care about, Jones? I care about myself and making my way towards the demolition title that SHOULD HAVE BEEN MINE! Nobody in that match deserves to hold that title beside me. IT WAS MINE TIME, AND IT GOT STOLEN FROM ME BECAUSE OF TORA! Now, I need to send that thief Chucky a message."
"The message is, I'm coming for you. I want you to understand that I'm not going to rest until I get what's mine. Chucky, you may have won at Grindhouse, but sooner or later, we're going to fight, and I'm going to take your demolition championship. Chucky, when you won that match, you fucked up and pissed off the wrong guy."
He goes and leans against the wall and slides down it. His butt hits the ground and gives the camera a dirty look. The look on his face was that of anger.
"Jones, as for you, your world is about to get fucked up. January 10th, 2021, I'm going to hurt you badly. I want you to welcome you to my world, Jones. In my world, I rule all. Jones, at Sanatorium, you're going to learn a lesson that all have learned before you, and that is..."
He grins as he brings his fist up, and it says, STAY DOWN!
"YOU WILL LEARN TO STAY DOWN!"
He lowers his hands as the scene fades to black.
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Post by "The Insanity" Aaron Jones on Jan 8, 2021 22:45:40 GMT -5
For the first time since he got in Sanatorium, Aaron explores the outdoors with a barb-wired fence on the top, to stop people from escaping. Aaron usually would go home as a reward for winning a big match, but he didn't have his place. So his freedom was outside for fresh air. He begins to speak to his opponent.
Aaron Jones: "About fucking time I'm able to be outside, speaking about the match than in the cage all the time. I guess this is my reward for winning the match at Grindhouse, which had a lucky day there, unlike my opponent. Sucks to be you, doesn't it Jonathan, knowing you became a little bitch as of late."
Aaron smirked as he kicks a few stones on the ground, walking around the mental hospital facility outdoor fresh air. Aaron picks up a few rocks and licks them before putting them on the floor.
Aaron Jones: "Oh yeah sure, you're so desperate to be holding a worthless fucking belt. You know they don't mean shit. It's just leather with gold on it. Despite being an Underground title contender now, I only agreed because to become the best. It doesn't mean I enjoy wrestling because it's still boring as fuck, when I'm not able to be a fucking lunatic in my matches, well apart from Grindhouse."
Aaron laughs evilly, knowing that Jonathan will not like Aaron, especially his hatred for titles. Aaron picks up a rock and throws it at a scarecrow, built for people to beat the shit out of if they are angry.
Aaron Jones: "Unlike you, I never wanted to be a professional wrestler. I was forced to come here and forced to do stupid wrestling that always makes me sick. Oh sure, you managed to get a win for what the first time in months? Bravo kid, congratulations. I enjoyed Tora, pissing all over the Demolition title because I'd do the same thing with the Underground belt, only I'd come to the ring without it, tossing it in the bin. What are you going to say to me that will hurt me? Nothing, that's what."
Aaron knew he had to get to the point of getting the rough and tough part down about Jonathan Edwards.
Aaron Jones: "Do you know how many times I cried about the losses I had against Levi and Eli? None because I lost to the top two guys of this business. You act like you want to be tough, but your still a weak, stupid fuck who can't tie his shoelaces. You can't wrestle out of a paper bag the way you talk. You beat some scrap artist, big deal like I've not done that before. I won because I proved to be better than every single person in that match, it's made for an insanity person to win, which was me."
Aaron smirked again as he spits on the ground, picking wet grass with mud from the ground and places it on his body.
Aaron Jones: "That's what you feel like, right? Being kicked around like a piece of dirt. Woe is me, Jonathan. Man up, grab by the balls and destroy every mother fucker you see around, even myself when I crave for you to beat me down and give me a fight because I want to be the best and only you can do that. I sure as fuck won't allow you to take my reign from the top and as sure as fuck, despite me hating the living shit out of worthless things, won't let you steal my top spot of facing the second-best wrestler on the roster."
Aaron shook his head on the idea of being excited about a title match was never in his book. Spits once again on the ground, even looking at the other part of dirt that's gold makes him quiver as he pretends to vomit.
Aaron Jones: "Jesus Christ, your boring as fucking sin. Problem is you don't know what to do with your pathetic career. You don't want to beat the best; you care only to win a plastic belt from them. I'm only here because the fucking prison I was in, forced me to be a professional wrestler. I will never be able to come out of here, and you don't look like a fucking criminal at all. You look like a guy who has kids at home and why would you be in here if you do? Don't you give a shit about your children, your neglecting and hurting? Did I touch a raw nerve? Oh please, go ahead and trash on my sister, see if I give a fuck cos I wouldn't."
Aaron knew he wouldn't care, knowing his sister can defend for herself, and he didn't care that much about her, even if she told him stories about his father's life. He hadn't seen her since so Aaron's words were acceptable.
Aaron Jones: "I can't wait to beat the holy shit out of you in our match tomorrow night, teaching you to stop being a little bitch and face the greatness of the Aaron Jones era beginning on Sanatorium. Better have some direction after you suffer a loss against Insanity of breaking you apart, both psychically and mentally once again."
Evil laugh Aaron had as he stands on the table, having his arms wide with his eyes closed before speaking for the last time.
Aaron Jones: "I'm already better than you, and you will be in a world of hell when I make you squeal and make your eyeballs pop out when I make you tap out, maybe give you a concussion so you'd stop whining about winning a fake title. I will walk away from Sanatorium as the winner because I'm better than you and you can't do shit about my dominant reign to the top."
Aaron mocks the waving to the camera before standing up and goes back in his cage as cameras go black.
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