"We had a Blast"

[OrochiGeese]

*Jarec is standing in front of a brick wall with no distinguishing locational features. The camera feed is choppy and the angle is strange - targeted just above the shoulders.*

[Jarec:] "Thank you for inviting us back to the UBL, Wingate. We really had a blast at Continuum III."

*Jarec musters up a disturbing laugh. However, he stops when his upper body twitches forward a little, almost like the source of the spasm is coming from his left shoulder.*

[Jarec:] "We had one mission for that now ancient event and it was to punish the apostate Joachim. There's some surprise at our motivations too, as if we can't embrace the theological and the martial spirit. But just because Destiny lost its loudest cheerleader doesn't mean its belief system ceases to exist. It's up to the members of a movement to punish deserters and we were planning on limiting our festivities to just that. We could have disrupted the entire night but had no interest in doing so. But of course, despite our great restraint, an uninvited guest still had to assault me.

Mr. Clyde poured gasoline on a fire that the Walkers started, only to have the backdraft incinerate him."

*The camera pans a little further back as Jarec is joined by a large man with blonde buzz cut hair and military fatigues.*




[Jarec:] "Major Russ Masters is an expert in explosives and an artist of arson."

*Russ speaks and we hear the hint of a South African accent mixed with an Australian one.*

[Russ:] "You're too kind. Really, you're not giving me enough credit as a proper arsehole."

[Jarec:] "You'll show them. Because now, you have formally joined the fight."

[Russ:] "Itchin for it, really. Clyde's got friends, and I got flames."

[Jarec:] "We could have burned the UBL to the ground entirely. We showed that by bringing them to their knees and bleeding them dry of the money, attention, and competition they crave for the past year. But then I did something last month that no one expected of me, itself a constant in my life, I was reasonable.

[Russ:] "I didn't expect that either, to be honest. Bummed me out something fierce."

[Jarec:] "I even returned Schassberg unharmed just to get our brother Jeff Monroe back into the fold. That's right - I chose love over hate: rather inconsistent with the propaganda about me that I see on the cell phones of their wrestlers and the private message boards of their fans. Oh when will three-factor authentication finally protect them from the likes of me?”

*Jarec laughs but again seems visibly bothered by his shoulder.*.

[Jarec:] “And now UBL, thanks to our little deal with Wingate, we will walk and wrestle amongst you. It's finally time for you to treat us with the proper respect we deserve. And you'll get to do so starting at the Second Dimension show."

[Russ:] "Maybe it'll end there. Three's a crowd, after all."

[Jarec:] "I doubt the UBL can even count to three after the past few years."

[Russ:] "Well, they won't be countin' on their fingers."

*Russ grabs someone off camera, drags them into the frame, and crushes their hand within his. A horrible scream is heard but is drowned out by the sound of Russ and Jarec laughing, as the feed fades.*