[The lights at the sold out TNT Wrestling arena dim.  A pyrotechnics display hits in front of the entrance.  It stops just as Raising Fear by Armored Saint is heard over the speakers.  The crowd jumps to their feet.  They know who is about to appear.  Then Nic Totopoulous emerges from behind the curtain.  He walks out and stops at the edge of the stage momentarily before continuing his journey down the ramp toward the ring.

He gives high fives to the fans the whole way down to the ring.  He climbs up the stairs onto the apron.  He stops and poses, the walks through the ropes and into the ring.  He walks over to the other side of the ring and motions for a microphone.  He puts his arm through the ropes and grabs the mic.  He walks over to the middle of the ring.  The music stops, and the house lights come back on.  The crowd is now quiet with anticipation.  Totopoulous puts the microphone to his mouth and begins to address the all of his adoring fans.]

Hello everyone.  I have been doing a lot of thinking as of late.  This short stint since I have retured to TNT Wrestling has and hasn't been very rewarding.  It has been rewarding for the simple reason that I was able to come back from a career threatening injury, and I am able to compete with the best of the best once again in TNT.  I have also come back to find myself automatically shoved into a spot that I don't even deserve.  I have been pushed into the number one contenders position for the TNT Wresling/WUXF heavyweight championships.  I have been getting a hard time from some people backstage about how I don't deserve this chance.  About how they have been working hard for the last three months and how I've been doing nothing.  About how I didn't even beat Bladerskum in that one on one match a few weeks ago.  That there is no chance in hell that I could have won without the help of The Aussie Wonder.  They say I haven't earned my spot on the roster.  Basically I have no friends anymore backstage.  They are resent my chance here.  They are all waiting to see me get my ass whiped this Sunday at Slammin' by the Sea.  I have heard there is a long list of people who want to get me one on one in a match after the Pay Per View to show that if I was good enough to get a title shot, that they would be even better candidates.  Well you know what, that's fine.  That is okay by me.  I welcome an challenge offered by any of the boys backstage.  I know that people have been working hard to keep the moral backstage at it's all time high, and that I have disrupted everything.  Well, sorry.  I can't help it if people in high places feel that I am worthy, or that people want to help me win, and then bitch about how I don't deserve the shot after.  I can't do anything about that.  And quite frankly right about now I am sick of it.  This Sunday I am going to go into Slammin' by the Sea and walk out the champ.

BladerSkum, I hope that you're over the loss from a few weeks back on Mayhem.  I hope that you aren't still whining and complaining about it, because what's done is done.  This match is set, and you are in for the fight of a life time.  So am I though.  When we met for the first time in the ring it was like nothing I have experienced before.  I knew that you were really good in the ring, but you were much better than I have expected.  I have watched the tapes of you taking out your competition, and getting better and better with every waking moment.  That's great.  I want the challenge.  I want to have to fight, and to earn the titles you carry over your shoulders.  I don't want it to be easy.  I want to prove to the world that it was no fluke that I made it to this match, that I got this opportunity.  I want everyone after the match to talk about how great the match was, how both men were on top of their game, and about how the better man really did win.  I want them to talk about how great those titles of yours look over my shoulders.  I want them to talk about how you couldn't have put up a better fight, and that Nic Totopoulous was just too much for the mighty BladerSkum.  That Nic Totopoulous after the match was the better man, the superior wrestler in that match.  I want the referee to raise my hand in victory to prove to the boys in the back, to prove to myself, to all of the TNT fans, and most of all to you that I am the man around here.

Now I can't forget that BladerSkum isn't the only one in this match coming up.  There is also The Aussie Wonder.  Now Aussie, I must admit that what you set is right.  For the past little while you have been bumbling around TNT trying to find your place.  You have been defeating anyone who have crossed your path.  I must admit that I think that Blader has been dodging you.  He's been fighting everyone except for the one he knows he can't beat.  You and Blader have a long history, and he knows that he can't beat you Aussie.  He knows it, and he tries to convince everyone that you aren't good enough for him.  He has some stroke baackstage.  He puts his two cents worth in and sets you up in matches against people who don't even deserve to be in the same ring as you.  He lets you beat up on all of the pretenders, and your skills have probably diminished because of that.  You probably aren't the same man you were when you disguised yourself as Stonehart and beat me for the Eurasian championship.  But please don't forget, there were two titles up for grabs in that match.  There was a certain United States championship at stake too.  Yes, we went one for one in that match.  I won round one, the U.S. title, and you won round two, the Eurasian title.  That's right, I got the first fall.  In this match, there is only one round, one fall, and round one always belongs to me.  Aussie, you might be able to defeat Bladerskum, but not me.  For I too can beat him, and I'll prove it.

Blader, you want to talk about how I used to be a rebel, a crazy Canuck, I was radically Canadian if you will.  I did what I wanted when I wanted.  Where did that get me?  It got me injured, and it got me a United States Championship.  Now that I have conformed to society where am I?  I'm in a TNT Championship match against the second and third best wrestlers in the world.  You can be a rebel all you want, and for as long as you want.  But how stupid does a fiifty year old man being a rebel sound.  Still drinking himself to sleep every night.  Can't hold a steady job because he won' conform to the ways of his employment.  Get's charged all of the time because of his hatred for the police.  Commits crimes so that he can go to jail so he can have a roof over his head and have food on his plate.  He has no wife because she left him because they couldn't compomise on anything.  It was Blader's way or the highway, and the toothless wife chose the highway.  Way to go, way to lose in life Blader.  Way to live off of wellfare, because we all know that we don't make enough money wrestling to last the rest of our lives when the money is wasted on drugs and alcohol.  You know what, a few years ago before I made it here to TNT, I used to go down to the Skydome in Toronto to watch the WWF.  You remind me of a man I saw there, a homeless man I saw on the ground just outside.  He had a sign that read, "Can I have money please, 'cause Stone Cold said so!"  I think that's exactly where Blader is headed in life, to the sewer.

Back to wrestling though.  This Sunday I will face two men in unquestionably the toughest match of my career.  It is a triple threat match against The Aussie Wonder and the champ, the one and only BladerSkum.  I walk in the underdog, but I will walk out a champion, I will walk out the man of all men.  I will walk out the TNT Wrestling/WUXF Heavyweight Champion.  This might be Blader's first hoorah before he makes his way to life in a trailerpark.  As for Aussie, he has a shot a making it big, but only when I decide to hang up my boots and let the future of this sport take over.  I figure that when I win, I want Blader to get his rematch to I can pound him once and for all, one on one.  Then Aussie can have his chance, because I won't dodge the number one contender like Blader did for all those months.  Aussie and Blader, I'll see you two in the ring!

[Totopoulous drops the microphone.  Raising Fear by Armored Saint hits the speakers.  The already standing crowd begins to cheer, to raise the roof if you will.  Totopoulous climbs through the ropes, down the stairs and up the ramp.  He once again stops at the top of the ramp momentarily.  He then turns around and looks out at the crowd.

He turns around and walks through the curtain and goes backstage.  The music stops, but the crowd doesn't as the next match is about to begin.]