(UWF Camera Man Brad Kelser stares at the note before him, an abhorred look upon his squinty, pale face. "Come to 'The Dungeon.' You know where it is. Get there around 2:30 P.M. If you don't show, I will come looking for you. Bring your damn Camera; this will be real good." A scribbled signature is at the bottom of the note, but there need be no signature. It seems Damien Casanova would like to share his mind with the World once again, a World he plans on either destroying, or taking over. This is a big opportunity for Kelser, knowing that Casanova is one of UWF's many emerging stars, and giving up a chance to film Casanova would not be a wise decision, career and health wise. Kelser gets over to his car, starts the engine, positions his Camera on the passenger's seat, and drives off. The weather outside is unpleasant, a Thunder Storm in effect, with heavy rain pouring down on the streets, sidewalks, etc., and heavy winds forcing helpless souls inside their comfortable little homes. But Kelser goes on, remembering the order give to him, and also remembering the consequences if his assignment is not completed. Past all of civilization, Kelser looks back at some directions, but it is the right route to go, unfortunately. Kelser then spots a run-down shack, and surprisingly it is the house that Damien Casanova had ordered him to arrive it. Kelser glances down at his watch: 2:27 P.M. Good, just enough time to enter, with maybe a minute or two to spare. Kelser drives his '98 Chevrolet up to a metal gate, which, oddly enough, opens, and Kelser drives right through, up the driveway, and parks the car. He steps out of the vehicle, and is immediately soaked with rain, and the Camera is almost blown out of his hand. Another dark, gloomy shack for Damien Casanova, a man who enjoys his solitude, and soon will enjoy wrestling in the UWF. "Where does this guy find these places?" Kelser wonders to himself, as he rings the doorbell. No answer for a couple of minutes, as Kelser is getting a little freaked out, but soon a woman wearing all black answers the bell, and tells Kelser to come in, Master is waiting for you. The mysterious lady takes Kelser's jacket, and tells him to take the staircase ahead of him all the way down, where Damien Casanova waits for his appearance. Kelser offers his gratitude, as he heads down the staircase, he seems to hear faint screaming. The screaming gets louder and louder, as now the noise actually sounds more like yelling. Kelser finally reaching the end of the ongoing staircase, as he finds once again many Candles lit all over the place. But he notices that ahead of him there are Cells, Holding Cells to be exact, yet no one occupies the Cells. Some bones and rodents are scattered among the Cells, but that it is. Then, as Kelser walks forward, he views Damien Casanova, sitting on a throne, with two other woman, all in black beside him. He is watching a rusted TV that looks like it's from the 1970's. The yelling is now louder than ever, as Damien's eyes enlarge with excitement, his grim seemingly more menacing than ever before. The words, "No, please! I'll do anything!" are heard, as the screaming stops, and Damien Casanova lets out a mad scientist-like laugh, with the two women beside him laughing a high-pitched laugh, that sends chills down Kelser's spine. Damien then spots the sheepish Kelser, as he stops laughing, and kicks an old Chair towards him. "Sit," he commands, as Kelser does so, as Damien Casanova looks right into the Camera, back at the UWF audience, and will now deliver his message.)

Casanova: I'm glad you could join us, Kelser, you've shown more courage than Keyser Soze and Outlaw put together already. With that violent storm, raging winds, and torrential downpour, you made it to my little "home away from home," and in my desired time, no less. Can you feel the energy in here, Kelser? It’s amazing, isn’t it? I can feel the power brought forth by my evil inhibitions, AND I LOVE IT! (The Camera shakes a little bit, as Kelser is getting worried, and almost drops the Camera. But he regains composure, and his the Camera once again on Damien.) I hope I don't make you too uncomfortable here, with my Candles, and my ladies, but I needed you here because I want to address some comments made by Keyser Soze. I also want to address Outlaw, who so far has made himself into a ghost, and has been nowhere to be seen. But, that's okay, if he can't stomach up any words for Damien Casanova that's his problem. Yet, Diablo seems to be missing in action as well, which is fine. If the Match-up is One Vs Two, all the better, as I will prove that Damien Casanova has the strength and ruthlessness of more than two men. So Kelser, relax, keep the Camera on myself, shut your mouth, and you will have done your job well.

(Damien stands up off his throne, as both ladies back away from him. He turns around, looks up at a figurehead, which cannot be made out, and starts to mumble. Kelser thinks about getting closer to hear what Damien is saying, but decides it would be better to stay put. All Kelser can hear is faint voices, but he does make out the words, “The bell strikes for thee, Keyser Soze and Outlaw.” That’s enough Kelser wants to hear, as he almost forces himself not to hear. After a few minutes Damien Casanova is done, but then he takes a sharp blade and slashes himself across the arm. Damien looks intensely at the dripping blood before him, and takes a cup to place under the blood. Kelser, at this point, is going to be sick, but he’ll stay like Damien had asked him to do so. Damien Casanova sits down, first takes a sip of the blood, and will now speak again.)

Damien: That was just a simple ritual I perform, to keep the Evil in my heart pure, unlike what Keyser Soze may think. Keyser, there’s a saying from a classic play Macbeth, spoken by King Duncan I believe, “There’s no art to find the man’s construction in the face.” Do you know what that means? It means, however tough and strong you may look, what you feel and think could be entirely different. Keyser, I know you came out before, said I was a joke, and how you own Hell. But what are you really feeling? Were you trying so hard to keep your knees from shaking, your hands from trembling. Did you tremble at the sound of ‘Damien Casanova,’ like I was the man to put you down…for good? I think so, Keyser, because I can look deep down into your Soul, a Soul of a worthless human being. So you may fool the fans, even the UWF Superstars, but don’t try and fool the “Personification of Evil,” because I know how you really feel. You DON’T want to step into the Squared-Circle with Damien Casanova, and who would? It’s insanity, to have that great a percentage of risking your life, but you will take it, and after Thursday you’ll see why many people don’t. Also, in your last Interview you called yourself the Immortal One. The Immortal One?!?! If memory serves me correctly, and I know it does, I believe a certain ‘Superstar’ Hulk Hogan was the self-proclaimed Immortal One. Keyser, the Immortal One before you wore Red and Yellow, had a Legdrop for a finisher, and was still wrestling when he could be half the Wrestler’s father. What would you accomplish by referring to yourself as the Immortal One? It doesn’t impress me, and if you can’t die, well…we’ll just have to find out, won’t we? To see if Keyser Soze is truly immortal, or simply another pathetic man that knows what fate lie before him, and doesn’t want to accept it. Your fate is sealed, Keyser, do you know that? The days are counting down, and will turn into hours, and into minutes. Then, in front of all your fans, MY enemies, we will square off. You may get a couple of shots in, but the beating I have in store for you will be much more severe, much more gruesome. Did you see the blood flow from my arm earlier, Keyser? Did you see how I stared at it, captivated? When the blood flows from your body, and it will, the same engrossing effect will take over my body. I’ll want to see more blood flown from your body, as well as Outlaw’s. The blood will symbolize your defeat, as you’ll look up, blood in your eyes, and realize, maybe, that you’ve been outmatched since the very beginning. Keyser, I know when you saw the Main Event booked you figured yourself and Outlaw were going to breeze your way in and out of the Match. But Keyser, you really don’t have any idea what you’re up against. Once my rage and destruction builds up, NOTHING can hold me back. You can try, Keyser, with your weak attempts at punches, kicks, and slams, but they’ll have no effect. You may get me to hit the mat, but I’ll bounce right back up, your eyes bulged out because you’ve never seen a man quite like myself. That’s because THERE IS NO MAN LIKE DAMIEN CASANOVA! There isn’t a man alive as ruthless and as Sadistic as I am. I’ll take pain to a whole new level, Keyser, until your whole bomb is numb, and you can’t feel a thing. Remember these warnings, Keyser, they may be your last. Because at Thursday Night Massacre, there are no secrets, I’m getting rid of you early and fast. Your demise will be at the hands of…THE EVILEST MAN ON THE PLANET!

(Damien stands up once again, and lets out a roar that was almost beast-like. Kelser swore he saw Damien’s eyes flash to a red color for an instance, as this “Monster” heads over to the rusted TV, and flings it against the wall. Now the two ladies are leaving ‘The Dungeon’ and heading back upstairs, but Kelser remains in the same position. Damien begins to bend the Cell bars, and even though he does little, the bars are bent, seen from up-close. Then, with an unusual calmness, Damien heads over to a Table encircled with Candles. He walks to the middle of the Table, and holds up a piece of paper. Kelser does not know what the paper says, so he zooms in with the Camera. At a close enough range, Kelser can now see that is it a full-body picture of Keyser Soze, doing some kind of pose. Damien flips the paper around, and it shows Outlaw’s picture, doing a similar pose. What looks like foam is around Damien’s mouth, as he slowly places the paper into three Candles, watching it burn, slowly, menacingly. Damien is staring down at the burnt picture, then looks up and grins into the Camera. After the paper is gone, crumbled up and turned into ashes, Damien walks back to his “throne.” But spontaneously, he takes one vicious kick at his Punching Bag, and the middle of the bag rips, all of the sand pouring out. Kelser has never seen such a display, a combination of strength and aggression from any other UWF Superstar since he began working for the UWF. Damien walks over to his throne, sits down, looks at all the destruction he’s caused in ‘The Dungeon’ and will talk.)

The Monster: Keyser, Outlaw, did you enjoy that little display? It’s only a taste of what’s to come for you two, my flawed, unworthy opponents. Did you both see how the paper burned, slowly, almost being tortured? The same destiny is in store for the both of you, as I will dominate you two in the ring, and watch how your bodies slowly deteriorate, until your life is no more. Then your ashes will be the only thing to remember you by, and I’ll take those, and spread them around my house, and ashes to ashes, dust to dust. But, back to Keyser, and his comments that he owned Hell, and got rid of the Devil himself. Keyser, do you really know what you’re talking about. You’ve made it to the depths of Hell, and destroyed the Devil himself. But you can’t really destroy the Devil, because he’s only in your imagination. I’m the reincarnation of the Devil on this puny, little planet, and my sole purpose, at the moment, for there will be bigger things to come, is to destroy you and Outlaw in the Main Event. YOU THINK YOU KNOW HELL?!?! Whatever you know will be like a stroll in the park compared to the Hell you’re go through in a couple of days. Trust me, Keyser, things don’t look bright for your future, so I suggest you not even showing up on Thursday. What will your family say when they can’t even recognize who you are? This Monster never sleeps, he never stops going. There is no good in my Soul to stop me from doing what I want, when I want. That’s the beauty of it! I don’t care about anyone or anything. My Evil inhibitions keep me going, while your soft, good conscience will NOT let you take the one step you need to succeed. Keyser, think my Evilness is a joke all you want, when you stare into my eyes on Thursday, you’ll see differently. You will see a man with a tortured past, with no parents, no loved ones…WHO LIKED IT! You’ll see a teenager who went to an execution, saw a man die for the very first time…AND SOMETHING IN HIS BODY IGNITED! Are you ready to face that kind of a challenge? We’ll see, won’t we Keyser? Thursday is the big Main Event, a Battle of Good (Keyser and Outlaw) Vs Evil (Damien Casanova). But, in this storybook World…EVIL ALWAYS PREVAILS!

The Most Sinister Man Alive: Outlaw…I'm disappointed in you, boy. I thought you would want to be the star of the UWF, and at least talk somewhat about our Match in a couple of days. Are you just the strong, silent type? Or should I say the weak, silent type? Because for all the hype I've been hearing about you, I would've expected a lot more out of it. But if you want to give way to younger, fresher, more evil talent, by all means feel free to do so. But, try and stop me or don't try and stop me, Damien Casanova is taking over the UWF, and bring a dark, more violent vibe to the new federation. I'm the kind of guy who can carry the UWF into success, because the fans will hate me, yet other "Creatures of the Night" will worship me; I will be their God. Are you going to try to be 'The Enforcer,' and stop all that is bad? Is that what an Outlaw does? Believe me, this will be your biggest and toughest challenge yet Outlaw, because you just CAN'T win. I'm telling you now, no matter what you think, no matter how well you and Keyser work as a Team, I'm a Machine, an Animal, and an UNSTOPPABLE FORCE. You, like Keyser, may think of Damien Casanova as a big joke. Good, because you'll be that much more surprised when this near seven-footer steps over the top rope, into your lives, and into your darkest fears. On Thursday four bodies walk into the Main Event, Two against Two. But when a winner is decided, whether it's me or not, only two, maybe even one man, walks out of the Arena without any help from the EMT's. What do you say to that, Outlaw? Or are you still in hiding, after hearing the malicious and hateful things I've had to say? Outlaw, you're just a man in my way, and will be thrown to the side like roadkill. NOTHING WILL STOP ME! I am the Supreme Evil in the UWF, nobody would dare cross me, or feel the most unbearable pain possible. On Thursday all this talking will turn into action, and the action will turn into a victory, and soon a shot at the UWF Heavyweight Championship. Do you see the intensity, Outlaw? If you don't, you must be blind, because you're staring at the man to put you Six Feet Under. After that, maybe you'll see that being Evil and ruthless is the way to be. Boys, get ready for a beating, and remember:


"It's a long, dark, hard road to Hell…WHO WANTS TO JOIN ME! HaHaHa!"

(Damien gets up and "flies" to the Camera, so only his face is seen. He mutters some more words, Kelser shaking like crazy. All Kelser could make out was,