(Inside the Arena, UWF fans at a House Show in Raleigh, North Carolina, are just getting pumped up for tomorrow night's Massacre event. There is an intermission between the show, as fans rush to the Concession Stand, to the Bathroom, or to buy various UWF Merchandise. With many exciting UWF Superstars, how can a fan just buy one or two items? As all the fans start returning from their break, the lights slowly dim, as the fans rush back to their seats. Then, that infamous bell tolls, as all the fans stand on their feet, ready to welcome, with boos, of course, Damien Casanova, as "Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica plays over the PA System. The man, the beast, the Monster slowly is seen walking out, actually going to be speaking inside the ring. The lights stay dimmed, as some cheers are heard from their crowd, but gets overridden by all of the boos as Damien Casanova continues to walk down the aisle. He stares around the Arena, observing all of the fans, and then hops up onto the ring. He steps over the Top Rope, and makes his way into the ring. Small chants of "Outlaw" can be heard at several times, as Damien grabs a microphone and a Chair, and takes a seat inside the ring. Damien waits until finally all the boos have died down, and will now speak.)

UWF's Next Heavyweight Champion: We are a little more than a day away from Thursday Night Massacre, an event that I've been preparing for a long, long time. Everyone thinks that Damien Casanova is a fraud, but, like I've been saying, the truth will be revealed tomorrow night. Everyone, at least, except Outlaw. Outlaw, you may be smarter than I've originally thought, but that still doesn't change the outcome of our Battle tomorrow. Outlaw, was that your big miraculous return everyone in the UWF was talking about? They were discussing you as if you were God, but I was not at all impressed by your return here to the UWF. You talk about past events, past titles you've won, and past things you've accomplished. Why do you live in the past? The future is here, Outlaw, standing right before you, inside this very ring. Do you live in the past because you don't want to accept your future? I can understand that; who would want to step into a ring with a man like myself, a man so young, and yet already so feared it makes my job a whole lot easier. You claimed I would be a "One Hit Wonder," and slowly die away within the first two months. Boy, let me tell you, Evil NEVER DIES. It contaminates my Soul, my body, and my actions…EVERYTHING. In a couple of months Damien Casanova will wipe through all of the competition; there will be no one that can handle me. Outlaw, I'm staying here in the UWF with or without your approval, SO TRY AND STOP ME! Here, inside the ring, will become my new home, my new Graveyard. One by one bodies will come into this ring, yet they will leave battered, bloodied, and bruised. Outlaw, you also claim that only when you're crippled than I will be a real Superstar. I can take you up on that offer, Outlaw, as tomorrow night you may be the one who is crippled, and give way to Damien Casanova. Outlaw, I'm acting very calm right now, but in the ring there will be an aggression like nothing you've ever seen. Your body will fall to the Darkness, and Diablo, no thanks to his help, and myself… will be declared the winners.

Damien: Speaking of Diablo, it seems he has decided to show his face, premiering on the Conan O'Brien show. Diablo, just don't take our Match is a big joke, and I can live with you being my Tag Team partner. I may have disrespected you earlier, but do you think I care? Do you think I care if you and Outlaw have had an ongoing history? No, I don't, because Outlaw's history will be short and quick with Damien. One loss, one hospital, another career that will be out of wrestling. Diablo, the UWF has never seen anything like myself, nor would they want to. You are a lucky man though, getting to be on my side, rather than against me. Just do not cross this Dark Monster, and you will have yourself your first major UWF victory.

Casanova: And Keyser…we can never forget about Keyser, a man who feels he has nothing to prove against a worthless competitor like myself. Keyser, tomorrow night, just make sure you live true to those words, and don't be intimidated by a man like myself. I'm all talk…right? But your actions will speak volumes compared to your feeble attempt at getting me worried. Keyser, you may think I brag about myself, that I'm a very arrogant man. No, that's not true, I'm just offering you a warning of things to come in store. Because after you can't move your sore body at all, maybe you should've heeded my warning. But, it's your measly life, you can do what you please. These are my final thoughts before our Match tomorrow night. I just want you both, Outlaw and Keyser, to look at the man standing before you. What have you gotten yourselves into? Because I don't worry about past accolades, pat accomplishments. All I worry about is now, here in the UWF, where Evil where dominate the weak, pathetic Souls. You two are just in the way of my dominance, and will be dealt with accordingly. No matter what offensive display you put on tomorrow, it will fail in comparison to the rigorous beating I give you both. I'm a man who needs no incentive, but you've both given me one, being former men of "greatness," and I'm the newcomer who's supposed to fall. BUT IT'S YOU TWO WHO WILL DIE! DO YOU HEAR ME? Outlaw and Keyser will fall to a power that thought did not exist. But, with Evil as your guide, the power is there…you just have to know how to operate it. Fans, I hope you enjoy Thursday Night Massacre, I know I will. And after 'The Execution' is performed on Outlaw and Keyser, and Damien Casanova walks out a winner, the Sadistic grin on my face, you two will know the extent of my malevolence. I cannot wait, Outlaw, Keyser, for our Match. Because…