Story of a mafia gang, killing Aaron's parents. Aged sixteen years old in two thousand and seventeen. Dallas, Texas. (Off Camera)Aaron still had his fist right up to Michael's face, holding his other hand on the collar of Michael's shirt, holding him up against the wall. Michael struggles to breathe, seeing Aaron gritting his teeth, eyes burning red due to Aaron being thrown off entirely about Michael's known discovery of the gang he sold drugs to lately. Michael overheard the conversation about Aaron and the killing of his parents.
Aaron Jones: "Well, I'm waiting, motherfucker."
Only Aaron held Michael so hard that he lets go, dropping him to the pavement of the alleyway. Michael gathers his breath back, coughing to breathe normally due to Aaron nearly having him by Michael's neck. Aaron picks him up, and for the first time in his life, he says words Aaron would never dare to say.
Aaron Jones: "Sorry, I'm so fucking angry with my parents being dead that I hate the entire world, even myself."
Michael: "It's fine, Aaron. Completely understandable."
Aaron Jones: "So you going to tell me?"
Aaron's very impatient about knowing more the story of who killed his parents as Michael puts his finger in the air before he stands up, looking directly in Aaron's eyes and addresses it to him.
Michael: "Yes so the Mafia who are called Black Eagles are guys that are grown men, aged I say in their late twenties to mid-thirties came by and brought drugs from me. As they were buying them from me, they had beer bottles with them, having a toast, saying to dedicate the killing of a ten-year-old kid's parents."
Aaron Jones: "Oh, how fucked these guys are, celebrating the death of my parents. What a bunch of bastards."
Michael: "Yes. I asked that question I mentioned to you earlier, and they admitted it was your parents. The guy who did it is the oldest of the group, named Jamal Washington. He's the main killer of both of your parents. Huge, vicious guy."
Aaron Jones: "I will find that bastard, even if it's the last thing I'll do. I don't give a shit if I go into prison when I find that motherfucker's face, he along with the rest of Black Eagles are going down."
Aaron shakes his fist and punches the wall hard to a point; his whole fist was covered with blood, pouring everywhere due to Aaron's anger with the story Michael told him, and Aaron says this.
Aaron Jones: "You better not be friends with these fucking assholes because if you are, I don't want you to come anywhere near me, ever again."
Michael: "No, of course, I'm not friends with them. They are people who I sell drugs to. When you come out there and if they are around, I will let you know. I know you have every reason to hate these motherfuckers for ruining your life, being forced out in the streets, with you acting crazy."
Aaron Jones: "Can you fucking blame me? I have no fucking life, and I wouldn't have any friends had I not met George and John when I was sleeping in the streets. I never felt safer and secure around them. They saw how much in danger I was and took me in like they were my parents."
Michael nods at the story of how he got to be apart of The Rebels gang, although Aaron was glad to be in one, knowing what Black Eagles did to his parents and getting away with the crime doesn't favour Aaron at all well, and he asks for more information.
Aaron Jones: "I'm guessing they are a dark coloured gang who would do such a thing. Anything else?"
Michael: "Yes, they are, and they have a ton of tattoos. They seem to be in a tattoo business together, making a ton of money and selling drugs to other people. They seem to be a very dangerous Mafia gang. Are you sure you want to go after them?"
Aaron Jones: "Of course I am because they, especially Jamal, ruined my fucking life. I could've been fixing computers for a living; now I don't get that chance because of them, killing my parents. I'm stuck here in the streets because of them."
Michael: "Yeah, and I wish I never had to sell drugs to them, knowing the full story of this now. I thought to myself; you stoop that fucking low to kill a poor innocent ten years old's kid, more of ruining your childhood and your life."
There was more Aaron wanted to know as he didn't want to stop talking about it. It was a story Aaron never knew about before. Aaron had one more question to ask before getting back to The Rebels hideout.
Aaron Jones: "Did they say how they killed my parents at all?"
Michael: "I briefly heard they used a knife to slice the throat of your father open, and they also shot your mother, stopping them from killing your father. These guys are sick, oh and they also placed a knife in your father's heart. I think they even said they ripped it open and treasured it in a plastic container as their proud achievement."
Aaron Jones: "What sick bastards and your selling drugs to these fuckers?"
Michael: "They pay me a lot of money, and I wouldn't refuse to customers like those guys who killed your parents in a way I wouldn't imagine possible. I think you better get back to your gang; they are waiting for you."
Aaron nodded as they don't like to be kept waiting. Aaron shook hands with Michael, thanking him for letting him know about his parents. Aaron took his money and went back to his gang, who asked a question, more George.
George: "Where you been?"
Aaron Jones: "Michael knew details of who killed my parents."
George gasped, leaving every Rebels member turning around to look at Aaron after he said why he was late and George nodded, understanding Aaron to know more of the story of his parents being dead.
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Destroying the Underground title is my goal of winning this match. Serenity, California. Saturday 6th February. (On Camera)Aaron's sitting in on his bed, spitting on the floor, feeling frustrated how much he hated professional wrestling, although every wrestler in his position would love to be a champion. Aaron wasn't one of them as he sat in darkness, only having green LED light and the camera on him in his caged cell. Aaron looks directly at the cameras and begins to speak.
Aaron Jones: "This is pathetic, how I got rewarded for facing Underground champion of Kiki Kartharsies. The number of times I've stated I'm not interested in winning some prop belt to let everyone know they are champion. Why do you need a fucking title when you know you're on top of the world? I already know how good I am and that's despite me hating the fuck out of this sport."Aaron shook his head, spitting on the floor on the disrespect he felt he had, going against everything he stands for and continues.
Aaron Jones: "Anyway, I'm glad I'm facing you than Christy Winters who couldn't give a fuck on promoting her title on Twitter. Sad, but true that I felt you were way more of a threat than Christy was. How she managed to get a title shot after beating some warden is beyond me. Heck, how did you even lose to that weak little bitch, seriously?"Aaron smirked, not caring for the disrespect showing to Kiki already and he laughs, reclining on the bed with his head looking at the floor, shaking his head.
Aaron Jones: "More so that you didn't even put up a fight in that Grindhouse main event, considering you were champion. Do you know what the problem with you is? You lack consistency. You aren't as good as you think. It's a miracle you even got this far. You aren't even worth my time if we're going by your piss poor efforts in the house terror match. You have already shown your lack of commitment of doing everything you need to win which you won't because I'm the first male wrestler for a long time you defended the title against."Aaron lifts his head, smirking towards the cameras, and continues after drinking his water.
Aaron Jones: "You remind me of a pet dog which you seem to claim the nickname of. Well, seeing how I saw you wrestle in the ring and the house terror match, you seem like a puppy compared to this anti wrestling nutcase that I don't need as you say a trinket to carry around with me to let the fuckwit fans know I'm champion. I'll do something that Tora Nishida or anyone in the business has the balls or in your case, the tits to do in wrestling."Aaron smirks, taking a quick breather, drinking his water before continuing.
Aaron Jones: "It would involve taking a literal shit on the belt, using it as a fucking toilet because I want to disgrace this sport more than anyone has done in this godforsaken place. I will then take a piss on it after smothering it with my shit, and then I toss it in the bin, putting the title up in flames for everyone to say good riddance to the title, as I will deal with other belts in WWH."Aaron shouts on the camera, even if he's disgusting as sin for what he wants to do with the title.
Aaron Jones: "Nobody can stop me from achieving the goal of not only killing this shitty sport that makes no sense as to why wrestling exists in this world but destroying every single title in this company as well. It means beating you viciously, using weapons to beat the fuck out of you and guess what? I won't give a shit if I'm disqualified from the match."Shaking his head with a smirk as he's cut out a paper title he has and does what he preferred to do, flushing it down the toilet. Aaron sat back down on his bed.
Aaron Jones: "Point is you better be pissed off when you face me, knowing I'm making people who live and breathe this sport a fucking joke right now by being in this match, knowing I would treat the title like it's a piece of shit, much like I will do with you. I will treat you like your scum of the earth, telling me I will stop Aaron from doing everything from tarnishing the belt. That's what you'll say, right? Fucking predicable that would be."Aaron woofs like a puppy would, due to the nickname of his opponent.
Aaron Jones: "Puppy champions don't usually last this long in the world, nor do puppies when they get beaten by The Insanity pit ball who will tear the living flesh from your entire body. Being unable to throw a punch or much less do anything to hurt me because I will viciously beat you with a chair to your skull. Using speed and agility is the only way you can beat me. I will use strength and power to knock you to another planet, and I will be well the best wrestler of the Underground division because I care being ranked as the most hated wrestler in the division."Last time Aaron takes a break from speaking as he finishes his water and continues.
Aaron Jones: "I will take the title from you with a pinfall or submission, using it as a toilet and then burn it in flames in a dumpster. Because I can and will without any wrestler, stop me when I win the match and better prepare for war, being unleashed onto you."Aaron turns the camera and LED lighting off. He gets in bed and goes off to sleep.