“Black Metal Terrorist.” — Jonestown Reunion.

The visual of flames shooting out of a rusted barrel was what welcomed the feed as it opened up to an outside setting, the camera panning back and showing a figure walking closer towards us in the background.

That figure, however, spoke and it’s accent was as clear as day— that well-known Irish accent that they had given a hint as to who it might’ve been walking closer towards us. As they stopped right behind the barrel, the illumination that the flames gave off was able to reveal the facial features of one Jason Long.

His face rested a smirk as he looked down into the barrel, bringing his hand above the fire and feeling the heat building up along the palm of his hand. Jason tutted to himself, shaking his head from side to side. Pulling his hand away from the flames before the scarring could begin to build up.

From there, however? His glare went right towards the camera, bringing his focus onto it.

“The feeling of reunion brings joy to people, that’s how I would describe it to feel anyway— And the joy that a reunion could bring to anyone is a feeling unmatched anywhere else when looking for that joy in life, then again, with the wrong kind of company, it could put a sour mood onto anyone there. With the kind of reunion that Casanova English had set up for this kind of match,” he pauses for a moment, taking a deep inhale through his nose, knowing what lay ahead of him in only a few weeks away.

“The joy that a reunion brings? Sucked away and never to be seen again. That’s the harsh truth, the painful reality that I – and others here – have to come to terms with heading into Jonestown Reunion. What should’ve been a fitting name for my return to violent matches speaks volumes when you consider who I have to share a ring with.”

“History is known by many, the names of myself and another have always been seen side by side with one another in good terms– but to fight on opposite sides of the spectrum and to be ready to rip them apart without zero hesitation? It brings me joy – but at the same time – it brings me pain. ‘How could I fight against someone that I once cared a whole lot for?’, ‘How could I rip apart someone that I loved so dearly?’, or maybe ‘Please don’t go too far like you’d normally do, think about how much she means to you.’”

“The statements are spread around thinking that it’ll change my mind in how I feel heading into this match, but make no mistake about it, I didn’t come into this match feeling some kind of pity for a person of my past. Savannah Andrews knows what she’s getting into heading into a match with me, she knows better than anyone else than to simply fight me where there’s zero limitations to what I can and cannot do.”

“And if she doesn’t remember how far I can – and will – go to win?”

There’s a moment of silence from Jason, his face slowly changing to a grin. Almost beginning to laugh maniacally at the thought of their past together within the ring, thinking back to the wars that the two shared and how no remorse was held for the former partner of his.

“But I’m aware of how much you want to beat me in a match like this, Savannah. It’s the kind of match that you just haven’t beaten me in, in a game where there’s zero rules and there’s nothing holding anyone back from going too far. I could name the multiple examples of me getting the better of you even after the hell that I gave you,” he scoffed. “But I know you’d love to counteract that one win against me at the Denzel Porter Invitational– or maybe that one win you ‘technically’ got over me when you pinned Kayla Richards.”

“But how much more are you going to continue to bring up my own failures when I could do the same thing for you and have an absolute field day with you, Savannah? After all, you’re the one who continues to fail over and over again even after promising time and time again that you’ll change your ways and you’ll do better.”

“Your best, Savannah, doesn’t even come near my worst.” He exclaimed, taking a deep breath soon after. “And the more that you could possibly try to rip into me by going personal, considering that we had been together for almost a year at best, I know it’s the only way you could get the better of me knowing that you could manipulate the truth into your own words and you’ll find a way to make everyone believe you.”

“Don’t believe me? Take a look at Twitter, you’ve got some people on that fuckin’ app by the balls and they’re believing every single word you speak— and, hell, they are even defending you and speaking for you most days, Savannah. I thought that someone like you would’ve been better than that. I thought someone like you would’ve wanted to show strength against those who doubted you.”

“But if I keep seeing the likes of Athena Veronica, or even any of them Moso’s getting a little bit loud and blocking me out when it’s always been between me and you? I think I’ve finally seen what Savannah Andrews is truly all about when she’s not at the side of her violent, psychotic, unstable and unorthodox fiance that she was set to marry.”

“But I’m done trying to fight for you, Savannah.”

“I have been for quite some time now.”

“I gave you chance after chance to find a way to make things up for yourself without me around and you couldn’t even do that, I wanted to see you improve into a better person that I just knew you could’ve been, but you couldn’t even hold yourself up for more than a day without falling back to old habits and you... You... You, Savannah...”

His hand curled up into the shape of a fist, tightening the grip he'd put onto himself before soon releasing– holding back something that he wanted to say but just couldn’t find the way to truly speak his mind.

“You’ve disappointed me and everything that I did to help you, and I can never have that back.”

“But— I can’t let you be my only focus, Savannah.”

“After all, I know the feeling of being the underdog that nobody knows about or overshadows all too well, Charli. You’re entering this match with nobody knowing a single damn thing about you against two well-known names, and other than some known knowledge that you’ve provided by yourself? It’s clear to see why nobody is even daring to bat an eye on you.”

“And I’ve been in that situation one too many times, early enough in my career and even later on– even as a multiple-time World Champion and even as a Hall of Famer, people wouldn’t even think of believing that I’d ever have a chance in making it somewhere. Whilst I am not saying the same thing for you, Charli, I’m not going to let your jumpstart in this career choice have a smooth beginning.”

“I, myself, have had rough beginnings and it’s taken a toll on me and shaped me to become what I am today– I made sure that I’d never ever go back down that path, no matter how hard people would try to make sure my downfall becomes a success and I am gone for good. I made that promise to myself to never go down that road and even to this day, I still have not.”

He leaned in closer, his hands resting along the rims of the open barrel– the flames still shooting up and out, almost coming into close contact with his face. A twisted smile began to grow along his face as he looked closely into the flames.

“And I’m not going to make sure you have a hand in trying it as well, Charli. You might have all kinds of advantages heading into this match but you’re outgunned against the best, you’re outmatched against the top of the class, and you are under-experienced against the greatest across each and every single continent in this whole world.”

“It’ll be easy for you to google my name, see the kinds of results that come up within an instant, and just go by what you read on the internet. That’s how someone like you should be preparing for this match, that’s how someone like you could easily get the jump on either me or Savannah, but what’s that going to do for you inside of the ring? Reading all about my backstory and match results is going to get you somewhere, is it?”

“If that’s your logical thinking, Charli, then you have no hope whatsoever against me.”

“And all of those hopes and dreams of yours? Will simply burn to ashes.”

With his grip getting tighter along the rim of the open barrel, he picked it up from where it sat and threw it across the field and out of the shot— the only remaining light that reflected onto the face of Jason came from the camera recording him, almost a dimmed light but enough to illuminate his whole face for the camera to see.

“For someone like me, this isn’t just a simple beginning or new horizon— it’s a continuation from where I’ve been and what I have done. Finally tapping into the hardcore and violent pacing that I was once familiar with a long time ago, making sure that I bring myself back up to speed with what made me become known as that man.”

“CU:LT gives me that opportunity. This place gives me the chance to reinvent myself into what I once was and what I will become within the future. And when the time is right? I look to grab onto this kingdom of violence and horror and make it my own, even winning those championships along the way, and people will remember the name of Jason Long; The King of Violence.”

“As for you two, Savannah and Charli, I understand that a proclamation like the one I made could make you more hungry to knock me down— but you’re not going to do that, you’re never going to come close. I will continue to fight, bleed, break my own bones, and even find myself at the brink of death itself.”

“But I will still get right back up, I always do. And that will fuckin’ scare you.” He stepped closer towards the camera, keeping that twisted smirk along his face.

“So, entertain me, ladies. Bring me the hell that I expect from the two of you, make me bleed with every single bit of burning passion that you have running through your veins. But, at the end of the day, it’ll never be enough. If you have to fight your way through me to beat me?”

“You’re doing it all wrong.”

“You gotta kill me to put me down, and even then?”

“It won’t be enough.”

“Are you willing to kill in order to win? Because, in my kingdom, that’ll be the only way you do win against me. And I won’t show patience for those who aren’t willing to do one simple task. I won’t show sympathy for the weak.”

“And I won’t show remorse for those unable to last to the very end.”

“Long Live The King.”

A pause.

“All fuckin’ hail.”

Jason walks out of the shot, leaving nothing but darkness.