Nightmare: The day of attonement for Big Sky has begun. Thank you for coming here. We have a task at hand, but I would first ask you to follow me. I have some things to show you.

The Dark Messiah: Ahh, the cemetary. I know that when you summon me here, you have something up your sleeve, like a morbid magician. Lead the way, Nightmare. My services are at your disposal...

*A fog picks up in the cemetary, engulfing both men. The camera dissolves to elsewhere in the cemetary. Both men are standing side by side as we see an old Mortuary.*

Nightmare: Though it is not bad for us to have our own places of Sanctuary, the force that binds us is also very strong. I have my place out there in the cemetary near the old tree where I hide at times. However, since we have tried to make a new start, I think that maybe a new chapel is in order.

*The two men walk around the corner as we see a very old, very large and very menacing looking stone cathedral.*

Nightmare: You can deny this cathedral if you wish, but realize our time is now. What better place to spread the message in, then in the Unholiest of cemetaries. My demons have followed me here and your congregation can as well. This is an old cemetary with many ghosts and many things to learn. However, I am babbling. This is my cemetary, this chapel a gift. You and I were bound by respect and common goals. This would bond us in a common place.

The Dark Messiah: Through Hellfire, through brimstone, many a follower of Messiah have chosen to walk. A mere jaunt through a secluded cemetary shan't daunt them. The old catherdal, my "Chapel of Hell," holds many memories for both myself, and my followers, but this new chapel you offer shall be made to hold even more. It shall hold the epic tales of our tag team's future. This church you offer shall be my, our foundation, my followers, your demons, the wall, and you, or in your case, myself, the ceiling. This church shall be our home-base. The place we come to for personal sanctuary. It's walls shall bring us the minor comforts and privacy we desire, and the ceiling shall weather many a storm for us...just like it has in the days of old. It shall be an insitute for those that choose to come...an institute for those that wish to learn the arcane knowledges both myself and you have to offer. This cathedral has a bright future ahead of it, let us embrace this future, become one with it...before it passes us by...

*The two men walk inside the chapel, as the camera dissolves to the inside. It is very dim and dusty, though Nightmare is seemingly undaunted, still donning his sunglasses. Nightmare raises his arms to the sky, as all the candles ignite, casting an eerie glow throughout the chapel. Nightmare walks over to a mirror on the wall, Messiah looks around and stands at the altar. As Nightmare looks into the mirror, we see his reflection. He tilts up his sunglasses as, instead of his reflection, we see a multitude of demons filling the pews. Nightmare closes his eyes as if meditating or listening.*

Nightmare: Speaking of learning, I learned something. The place we came from, made me weak, expecting me to conform. I tried to adapt and fit in, getting away from who and what I truly am. When we united, I was reminded of who I am and the message that I was supposed to spread. Together as a team, with my demons and your congregation behind us, the message will be spread more thoroughly and brutally than ever before. It is time for them to rise up again. It is time for me to again lose control. It is time once again for me to not hold back.

*Nightmare tilts his sunglasses down, then smashing his fist through the mirror. His hand is bleeding though he doesn't flinch, or act like anything is wrong. He picks up a piece of glass cutting open his other hand, unflinching. He then holds his hands high, letting the blood drip down his arms and letting out a string of ominous laughter, all at once stopping staring dead into the camera.*

Nightmare: There is much to learn, especially for you, our opponents this Wednesday at Deviation. The first one with a big lesson to learn is "The Greatest" Josh Chita. You come to Big Sky thinking you will be "The Greatest." Well I suppose in a sense those words will ring true for you on Wednesday.

First let me address, why you are not what you claim to be. You claim to be "The Greatest" when in reality you are weak. It is a weak man who needs to be part of a gang, as you have been throughout your whole life, afraid that you can't handle things on your own. Messiah and I are very capable of handling things on our own, but united over a common message. FEAR AND PAIN. Now those in gangs, are also stricken with fear. You see I know what scares you. If I don't I will beat you across the ring, until I find out what scares you. My demons thrive on fear and pain. Once we lock the fear in, they grow stronger, almost uncontrollable.

The Dark Messiah: "The Greatest," indeed! What is it that makes you great? You certainly aren't "GREAT" in size. In fact, in that area, you are quite the opposite of what you claim. Let's see...have you a plethora of followers who would follow you through an inferno and back? I think not. You may have a few mindless drones that you prefer to call "fans," but you haven't the following that a man of my influence has. That's right...I may not think of myself as "the greatest," but in the hearts of thousands, I truly have become such. Have you dominated foes in the grand fashion that men like myself or Nightmare can? Is that a no I possibly hear? I thought so. Personally, I don't get it. Perhaps as I tear you apart, I'll ease up a mite to ask you. Then again, given your mental capacity, I'd best not. You don't even know who you are. You wanted to be a street punk, then a religious nut, THEN, you choose to be a hillbilly? It's sad. I invite EVERYONE into my chapels to hear my grand masses, but I think my word is too complicated for you to understand. You see, I don't like geting interrupted in my sermons with people asking what a word with more than two syllables means...in other words,the mentality of a lowly hillbilly, and the mentality of an ignorant jesus-freak isn't welcome into my chapel with the open-door policy in effect!

Nightmare: Now let's look at one name you became known as in your past. You chose this name, which tells me that your partner will not be able to count on you this Wednesday. As The pain I inflict bears down on you, you will run, trying to escape and praying for death. Like all the other feds and gangs you were in, you will abandon your partner, leaving him to be decimated in the ring.

Nightmare: You could be also considered that at this time, as I feel you are already not worthy of consideration. Whatever mission you are on this week, or whatever your quest is, you will fail and be defeated by the Unholy Alliance.

How can I prove you are weak. You are weak because you are unsure of who you really are, jumping in and out of gangs, changing personas at the drop of a hat. A man who can go from a "Killer" to a "Redneck" to a "Jesus Freak" is definately not in control of who he is. I may not know a thing about my past, by I know who I am and what I was put here to do. Now let's get to your current name "The Greatest." This name is accurate for but one reason. When you and American Youth step into the ring with us, it will be "The Greatest" fear you have ever experienced. You will also experience "The Greatest" Pain you have ever felt. Think of it...oh how can I describe the pain....

.....I know. You see I watched the Big Sky, and at one even purchased a program. In the flyer your name was mispelled. It was spelled "The Greatest" Josh ChiQUIta. As we all know a Chiquita is a banana. You would peel...you know that reminds me of a form of torture used in most countries. They filet the flesh off, so that the victim stays alive. That is a close comparison to the pain you will feel. Like a Chiquita "or the fileting form of torture," then I will peel at your body, taking a bite out of your spirit as I devour your soul. The fear will be unimagineable, the pain unbareable.

YOU WILL BEG FOR DEATH!!!!

The Dark Messiah: And a minor side note, just so you know "Jesus Freak," you are not completely a hopeless cause. Nay, as you step into the ring with me, you will learn, like a belligerent student sitting in the corner with a dunce cap, I will teach you about the incorrection of your ways through shame. However, you can't shame the shameless, so I just may have to beat it into your head. However, in lieu of violence, I shall first bring one lesson to you right here, right now. Learn it, and you just may save your own life. There is no "Jehovah," no "Jesus Christ" out to save your soul, and there is no 'Lucifer" to try and steal it. Nay...you will soon find, as many have before you, that there is only me. As I dish out a world of pain for you to explore, you will come to realize this. You will open up your mind, and accept me as your light, your darkness, your savior, your Messiah. You will open up your mind...or I will open it for you, with a lead pipe!

*As the camera pans away from the menacing face of Messiah, and back to Nightmare, he seems to suddenly calm down, looking at his bloody hands, then back at the camera.*

Nightmare: You will experience and learn so much this week Josh, course you are not the only scholar. This week the Unholy Alliance also faces a man who is known as America's Youth. About you, not much is known. That is something we share. I don't know my family, or even who I used to be, but I do know pain and fear. I also know how to inflict them very well. You have drawn an unlucky card, as you will stand with Josh Chita face to face with the Unholy Alliance. I look at your history and must ask questions. What exactly happened to your parents? Why did you disappear? And has anyone heard from your sister?

It is very interesting to me that you would refer to yourself as America's Youth. There are many reports and articles out there that remark consitantly on how the "Youth of America" is going down hill and constantly in trouble. Well this will ring true for you this week. You see, you represent America's Youth and you are in a great deal of trouble. Youth now a days, think they are invincible, fear nothing and think there are no consequences for their actions. Well there are plenty of consequences resulting from your stepping into the ring with us this week. The consequence of pain. The reality of fear. You think you are invincible, but I and my partner will expose all of your infractions, fears and weaknesses.

The Dark Messiah: "America's Youth?" Pray tell, are you as diluded as the youth of America are today? Their petty popularity contests, their foolish "sports," their pathetic "pop music?" No...you're different. You're one of those disgraces everyone refers to as a "Goth." You're the type of person who'l sit in the corner and bawl your eyes out about how truly pathetic your life is, and how fucked up thi sworld is. I'll bet you even listen to that putrid "Goth rock" or whatever you children refer to it as these days. No matter. I fear not your tears, or your so-called "pain." I dare say you know not what pain actually IS. You're too busy whining and crying about how "your widdle pawents is gone fwom dis saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad eawth" to know that people suffered worse infractions to their humanity that the loss of a "loved one." Take, for instance, the old settlers. The Indians invented a torture to use on their males...they would strip them of their first layer of skin...imagine, your protective layer of skin removed from your body, your sense of touch multiplied, because you have nothing protecting your nerve endings...imagine the pain as a mere speck of dust in the wind struck your arm. Now, imagine they take your nude body, and hang you by your testicles, rope scratching your unprotected nerves, rope burning that which many men value most. And you didn't fall off, your testicles are fairly strong...strong enough to leave you hanging for days, until you died either from plain shock, or thirst...whichever clutched you first...and you DARE to talk about YOUR "awful life?" People like you are good for one thing, and one thing only...hurting. I will teach you what real pain is when you step into the ring with me, boy. And you best not forget my important lessons, or else the next time I'm forced to teach you a little harder..if you know what I mean.

*Nightmare goes over to the wall. On the wall is a clock, that has stopped working. He proceeds to take it off the wall.*

Nightmare: Your manager holds the title of Time Manager. He may think that that makes him feared. You see, much of mankind fears time. The only thing we can't escape. In time our bones become brittle, we get old and ultimately die. I have no fear. Time will feel like it is standing still, or it has slowed extemely, as the few moments you and Josh Chita spend it the ring with us, feel like an eternity. It will look like you guys were in a car wreck. No one will want to see what has happened to you, yet they will not be able to look away. The day of judgement is upon us and if your manager gets in our way, it will.....be the END OF TIME.

The questions you need to answer are these:

How do you stop that which is unstoppable?

How do you inflict pain on that which does not feel pain?

How do you survive being in the ring, with those who have no remorse?