Follow no one,
Evil masked in pride.
Charisma to lead,
Speeches laced with hate

Leading the dense,
The bovine human herd.
Inherently stupid,
The fools deserve this fate.

WARFARE BEGINS!

Tortured screams,
Skin turning black

Carbonation,
They will all burn.
Mass execution,
They will all die!

Burning the world,
And all of it's life.
Throwing all people,
in a pit of fire.

Watching the sheep,
Gathering to die.
Followers in fate,
Follow to the grave.

Pile the bodies,
Set them aflame.
The human race,
Sentenced to burn!

Cannibal Corpse - "Sentenced to Burn"

*The camera opens, as we see a dimly lit cemetary. Fog is eerily hovering in the cemetary, although as we see a shot outsid the gates, there is none. Suddenly the roar of Dark Messiah's Barracuda interrupts the silent night. He gets out and looks at the ancient gates, which look like they are about to fall off of their hinges. The cemetary bears the name, Eternal Slumber Cemetary. Dark Messiah looks undaunted by the cemetary as he walks in, carrying one of the NYSWF tag team titles, over his shoulder. As he walks throught the gates the fog envelops him. The camera dissolves to the inside of the cemetary. We see a shadowy figure walking through the cemetary. As he steps closer we see, it is again Messiah, looking for someone or something. He stops and looks at a headstone. Looking a tad confused he see that the name reads Nightmare. He turn around and sees Nightmare's motorcycle.*

Nightmare: For me, this is where so many things become so much clearer.

*The Dark Messiah turns seeing Nightmare. He is standing on top of the headstone, marked with his name. He is in a scrouching position as his trench coat appears to surround the upper half of the tombstone. He also is wearing his trademark sunglasses, seemingly unphased by how dark it is.*

Nightmare: Let's continue on the path that is our destiny.

*Nightmare drops a match. As he does so a line of fire zips across the cemetary, starting at the headstone. It heads toward the ominous tree that seems to be the only existing one withing the cemetary. It stops about fifty feet from the tree as the flame bursts into a giant bonfire. The two men can be seen walking through the fog, the flames shining off the belts they carry on their shoulders. There is a big rock that stands in between the fire and the tree. Nightmare jumps on top of the rock, as the tree stands directly behind Nightmare.*

Nightmare: This, Messiah, I suppose, could be considered my chapel. This stone, my podium. The dead, my followers. The tree, my cross. What of the flames? The flames could be many things. The flames could be another follower. The flames could be a leader. The flames could represent the Unholy Alliance. The flames can bring knowledge. Did you ever hear it said that if you remain very quiet, that you can hear the flames talking Messiah. They can tell you things. This week, however, the flames could even be our opponents: Cameron Jones and Sett.

The Dark Messiah: Fire is truly a wonderful thing, however, wouldn't it be a bit precautious to compare them to something so destructive, something so revered and respected? This IS, after all, the same team that drags us, US, the Unholy Alliance, the tag champions, to the curtain-jerker match on Up All Night. I don't relate that to fire. You see, I've brought a different metaphor to use. Corey Collins has assigned us to the job of the trashman. On UAN, our job will to be to clean the ring of all the garbage that has been polluting it lately. It's a nasty job, but somebody has to do it.

Nightmare: Indeed, this week we face two opponents in our new kingdom. This is our first week of reign as NYSWF Tag Team Champs. Though the victory for me was slightly empty, not being able to get my hands on Azazel, we came away with the prize we were after.

Nightmare: There are many things this week Messiah, that make these gentlemen think that they will have an easy week. First and foremost Messiah, they have lack of respect. The same lack of respect that everyone in the locker room has for the Unholy Alliance. The same lack of respect they have although we have these titles. Ask how much those you think respect you, really respect you Messiah. You will see, I am the only one that truly respects you and that respect is not earned from the others. Respect is beaten into the others.

The Dark Messiah: I plan to beat more than just respect into these two young whelps...I plan to beat the FEAR OF GOD into them! These two fists have taught a lot of lessons, and this week isn't unfamiliar to them. This week I get to bash the face in on two rookie punks. They don't think I can adjust the attitude? I'm going to save THAT sermon for IN the ring, for, these hands can be so much more eloquent than one of my sermons...but fear not, I've got something to say to the both of you.

Nightmare: Referring back to our opponents, they may think that we had an easy week, since our leader never made the match. They may think the titles were practically handed to us. That is why they must learn respect. Like the flames behind you, many do not respect fire. That is why they lose their houses and flesh when the flames consume them. No respect. That is what is going to happen this week and Sett and Jones are consumed by my flames of hatred, by the flames of fear, by the flames of pain. When they step in the ring with us they will get burned. Though they witnessed the beating we took, it must be made known, that at times we like to exhibit the amount of punishment our bodies can take, yet still be victorious.

Nightmare: Though we don't know much about our opponents, I would like to address you Cameron Jones. Like it is said about rules, DREAMS are made to be broken. Like the tackle that may have suprised you and ended your fathers dreams of you becoming a football here, this week I intend to end YOUR dreams of defeating us. Not only did your dad's dreams fool him, filling his every thought until he was disappointed by your short comings, but you will be fooled by the flames of apathy and hatred I have inside. Many don't see it from me, in the ring, but Messiah and I have been working on some new submissions moves. Well it is more I. You see Cameron, I am working to become a specialist in the submission moves, which focus directly on THE KNEES.

The Dark Messiah: While Nightmare handles Cameron with his newfound technical abilities, I will deal with YOU, Sett. You are lucky in this manner...you won't have to worry much about old leg injuries coming back to haunt you, or the shame of tapping...that is, unless I choose to slap the figure four on your ass. While this remains a possibility, I'll probably stop before I get to that point of severity...or should I say..I'll probably BE stopped. I want your first match in the NYSWF to be a memorable one, Sett. And how better to make your intro into this fed by getting the shit pounded out of you by a true main eventer like myself?

Of course, getting beaten by the Unholy Alliance won't be the only thing you will find yourself doing. Flailing, writhing, screaming out in pain...in fear...you'll get your college quality education in ALL of the above. However, instead of proving yourself to your peers, like typical schooling, you've got an actual, factual AUDIENCE watching over your actions, waiting to boo, cheer, jeer, at whatever foolish decisions you may make in the ring. Can you handle it? I guess we'll find out on UAN.

Nightmare: Course I like your spirit. You didn't give up until you rehabilitated, then thinking you met your dreams with a independent wrestling coach. Well, I am afraid he has never fought here, and he has never faced me. You have to remember to handle fire with care. You could put a marshmallow to the flame and it could easily reach out and burn you. Inside you, you have the flames of desire. The desire to prove yourself at our cost.

You know Cameron, like us, flames need oxygen to live. So then if we consider that flames are alive, then we pay taxes to hire firefighters to commit murder. If a fire lives, then we are all murderers. Legal murders, which should scare you in the fact that I have no problems putting out your fire. Instead, like the flame I will engulf you, leaving you gasping for air. You will be crawling along the ground, unable to gain your footing for fear of death. As you may have those fears, I do not. I stand steadfast like the tree behind me, never moving or shaken by what I see.

The Dark Messiah: I don't know OR care about whatever rock you crawled out from under before finding your way here, and I don't care, either. Your history may be rich from wherever pieces of shit like you come from, but here, you're nothing. Flat out, nothing. Your "rich history" ended the second you signed that contract, boy...unless you want to brag about losses, or, say, beatings you took. If THAT'S the case, you've come to the right place...you've faced the right opponents. You see, I know not mercy. I've crucified people, then preached to their hysterical, bleeding bodies. I've taught mere children the intricacies of properly wielding a dagger. I've stripped my own stablemates of their rightfully owned titles without a look back, but most importantly, I'll take it to whatever extremes are necessary for victory...no matter how much you whine, beg, and cry for me to stop.

Nightmare: You search to be a legend? We can make you a legend. The legend of the first men destroyed by the Unholy Alliance. You see as if I didn't scare you enough, you would pray for me to leave. As I did you would then come face to face with the Dark Messiah. You have no escape. You have no leniency. Interesting song choice as well. "Devil without a cause." Our song tend to describe things about us. I and Messiah have been compared to the Devil. However, we are devil's with a cause. Our cause is to destroy everyone that stands in our way. in the process you may be lucky enough to be made a legend. Do not be suprised if you, in the process, fall victim to a DECAPITATION.

Nightmare: Now let's again look at the match. It is a non-title match, which may make you think that we are going to come in half heartidly. Sett, Cameron, don't fool yourself. Title, or not, we will come in with one purpose. That purpose will be to beat respect into you. Like a flame, this week the Unholy Alliance will snuff you out.

*The Dark Messiah turns his back to the camera, and faces the burning tree. The sounds of a zipper descending along its given path of threads can just be heard over the din of the fire, and then, the sounds of a liquid flowing start. In a moment, the Messiah starts to whistle an unfamiliar tune...perhaps one he's merely making up. he is soon to stop, however, as the liquid ceaces to flow. Once again, the sound of a zipper can be heard, and the Messiah faces the camera.*

The Dark Messiah: Oh, pardon me if anyone found that offensive, but I merely wanted to make an example. You see, I didn't just do that to show bad ettiquite...you see, Sett, Cameron...your hopes of defeating us, your tag champions, is like trying to put out a bonfire with your piss...it just doesn't work like that. Also, one might think of that display under another light. Pretend that the team of Sett and Cameron are the tree, and the flames consuming it, the flames fueled by it, the flames DESTROYING it, are myself and Nightmare...the act of pissing on the tree was insulting. What I just did implied that YOU, Sett, and YOU, Cameron, don't have what it takes to even BE at our level, let alone have dreams of reaching it. So you best go to the local Indian trading post, buy yourself a dreamcatcher, and hope to whatever piteous god you worship it works, because on UAN, your dreams are about to be dashed.

Nightmare: Maybe I should've warned you. You see, my demons feed on fear Cameron. You are my target, because I don't have to look to know what scares you. You are afraid of failure. Your dad kept you on a pedistal as his wonderful son. He held you high as he had these wonderful dreams. Why are you here. Though I am sure your dad is very disappointed that you will not playing football, you want to make something of yourself here in the NYSWF. You want to again feel that he is proud of you. You want him to see how far you can get. Unfortunately he will again be disappointed and you will again face your worst fear, as you fail miserably against the Unholy Alliance.

But wait. I am also a man who lives to cause as much pain as one man can to another human being. As such, when I engulf you and start to disappoint your father by sending you hurling towards yet another short coming, I will slap on a submission move, whether the match is over or not. I will lock it in, be it a figure four leg lock, a texas clover leaf, or any other heinous submission I can slap on you. I will then lean back. I will put the pressure on, until you face the ultimate pain, as you did at fifteen, feeling your knee dismantle. The extensive work the doctors did, all for not as your knee pulls, bends and pops. As your football career was brought to an abrupt end, you will find your wrestling career coming to a close, as I make you a legend....the man Nightmare crippled.

The Dark Messiah: Cameron...I don't know how much it cost you in your promo to get those people to act like your fans, and I don't care. The fact remains that when I cut a promo, and you see followers, you actually see a chapel full of fools...uncoerced, with the exception of a promise of a nice afterlife, adn a philosophy which is more related to human nature. However, you couldn't even fandangle yourself a small cult following, let alone my mammoth ministry. So you can keep pretending with your promos...as long as your money holds up. What happens then? Would you beg on the streets for some spare change, your only fantasy demolished like a straw house in a windstorm? Never fear, though...I will make sure you get your name around "certain circles"...unfortunately, those people will only be the nurses that get to hold your pecker as you piss while you mend your broken bones in a full body cast. Sound apocalyptic? Maybe. But then again, I'm a pretty apocalyptic guy...

Nightmare:Look at me, I am concentrating so much on the pleasure I could take in your pain. I should address Sett. After all, there is bound to be some point that we come face to face in the ring. I am a history buff. I like to study history, especially in the realm of torture. I was amazed, when looking into the history of Sett, at how tortured I was to observe your performances. I think watching one of your matches would put even Messiah under great distress. Now we are participating in one. You also spent your life looking to be in the "in crowd." That is your dream. Your life would be much better if you realized it won't come true. You have bounced from place to place, now coming to the NYSWF. Well you chose the big leagues now, and the big leagues will welcome you NYSWF style to them. You may think you have accomplished things and injured people. Let me guarantee you, that you have never faced anyone like the Unholy Alliance.

Nightmare:You may have faced John lley elsewhere. You may have even injured him. But here he is but a mere academy sprout. Just like him, YOU ARE NOTHING!!! I dare you to try and injure me. I welcome it. I guarantee you, that the amount of pain the Unholy Alliance can dish out, is so much greater than you have dished out in all your past lives put together. This Saturday it couldn't be better planned. You see, I also know about your mishap. Also to do with your leg. As with your partner, when you least expect it, I will slap on a leg lock, hit you with a leg breaker, or slap on a sharpshooter. I will do whatever it takes to let you know exactly where you have come. You are in the NYSWF and it could take this one match, to cripple you. I will go for the weakness. I will go for the spot to cause you most pain. I will go to reinjure you. You think you have a vast amount of experience? Well nothing will prepare y! ou for what you are about to endure at UAN.