[Kick Start my Heart by Motley Crue hits the speakers.  The crowd jumps to their feet and begin to cheer and clap.  Then Nic Totopoulous emerges from out behind the curtain and walk out onto the ramp.  He is wearing a black leather vest and his regular wrestling tights and boots.  He is holding his TNT Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship title belt in his right hand as he walks down to the ring.
 

 

Totopoulous walks up the steps, through the ropes and climbs into the ring.  He walks over to the ring announcer who hands him a microphone.  Totopoulous walks to the middle of the ring.  The music stops, the cheering subsides as Nic Totopoulous proceeds to address the sold out TNT Wrestling audience.]

I've got to tell you all a little something before I really begin here.  I need to get something off my chest.  You all know that I'm not exactly the best of friends with Brian Kraemer and Statik.  You all know in fact that I hate, no, I loath Statik.  I would just like to say, for the record, that I did not come down to the ring at the end of Mayhem to help The Prankster.  You should all know, and so should The Prankster know, that I have never been great friends with The Prankster.  There was a time that we teamed in the past outside of TNT Wrestling, but even then I wasn't a great fan of his.  There is no love loss between the two of us.  Then again, we do have a common enemy, that enemy being Statik.  So The Prankster, just to let you know, I didn't come down to the ring to help or to save you, because I'm sure you feel you didn't need saving.  I came down to the ring to get my hands on every single member of Statik.  I came down to the ring so I could get the chance to beat the living hell out of all of them.

My goal was not accomplished though.  I beat the crap out of everyone there, except the man that I wanted to hurt the most.   I got my hands on everyone there except the person that I will be wrestling against this Sunday at the first TNT Wrestling Pay Per View of the new era, that man being Brian Kraemer.  Brian Kraemer knew that he would have his ass handed to him, so he scurried out of the ring like a wuss, a wimp, a yellow belly, like a coward.  He didn't want to go against me one-on-one.  I had already taken out the rest of Statik, so he had to get away so he wouldn't be embarrassed by yours truly.  You know what though Kraemer, that's fine.  I'm glad you showed your true colours.  I'm glad you showed me that the brave face that you show is simply that, a face.  I'm glad you showed me that this external tough guy shell you portray is nothing but a shell.  It is there to hide the real you Kraemer.  It's there to hide the fear, the fear I saw in your eyes as you left the ring with Statik on Sunday night Kraemer.

Why would Kraemer have any reason to fear me though?  What is he afraid of?  Well I've been speculating a few ideas here.  I've been thinking about it, and I think I've come up with a few very valid reasons as to why Kraemer might fear me.  Let be begin with our match next Sunday at the Pay Per View, December Xplosion.  There are a few things he has to fear in this match.  The first thing he has to fear and the pain and punishment his pride will take during this match.  I know that all this week Kraemer will be spouting off at that mouth about how he's going to beat me, he'll take my title, so on and so forth.  Well Kraemer, with that words will have to come actions.  If you are unable to back up all your talk without the appropriate actions, I'm afraid there will be embarrassment for you to face.  Not only that kind of embarrassment, but the simple fact that I will be able to toy with you during the entire match.  You know, I know, and all these fans know that I'm better than you Kraemer.  I will play with your emotions, and I'll play with your mind in this match.  As soon as you might think you have a chance, that you might fluke out a victory against me, I'll snatch away from you.  I'll pull your feet out from under you just as fast as you ran away last Sunday night.  It will be quite a sight to behold when I climb over the top rope, and my feet hit the floor first.  That is the price you will pay for foolishly accepting a match against me.

Why else would Kraemer fear me?  Maybe, just maybe it would be because of the steel cage.  I think that would be a very good reason for him to fear me, for a number of reasons.  One of those reasons will be the obvious, the sheer physical pain you will endure at my hands.  Kraemer, let's think about this reasonably.  The ring will be surrounded by steel.  Did you hear that Kraemer?  STEEL!  In a standard wrestling match, you know the type of pain I can dish out.  You know that I am one of the most physical wrestlers in the business.  You know that I can dish out punishment better than anyone else in the business.  Let's take all that punishment I can dish out in a regular match, and multiply it by steel surrounding the ring.  Somehow, I'm not liking your chances to come out of this match unscathed.  Another reason you should fear the steel cage is that fact that this match will be one-on-one.  There his not way that any of your fellow Statik members will be able to enter the ring to help you out.  There is no way that your friends in Statik will be able to interfere and cost me my Championship.  This is something I like very much.

So many things to fear Kraemer, so much for you to lose.  You can lose your dignity in this match with in a convincing defeat, which is almost inevitable.  It's a funny thing though, nothing that you might lose compares to what I will be putting on the line this Sunday.  None of your fears can compare to the one fear that I have.  When I compare all of things I mentioned, everything you have to lose, everything you might fear, nothing compares to my one fear, to the one thing I have on the line this Sunday in the steel cage.  I have my TNT Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship title belt on the line.  I have it all on the line.

[Totopoulous raises the belt up into the air with one hand so he may continue speaking into the microphone with the other one.]
 

 

This belt, this combination of metal and leather signifies why I became a professional wrestler.  This belt in the reason I got into the wrestling business.  I got into the business so that I may wear this belt around my waist, so that I may hold it high above my head, just as I am doing right now.  I got into the business to be one of the best, to compete with the best.  Let me make a correction, not to be one of the best, but to become the best.  I feel that if I am to become the best, simply winning this belt will not be good enough.  I'm going to have to win this belt, I'm going to have to hold on to this belt, I'm going to have to defend my belt against all on-comers.  I'm going to have to beat everyone there is to beat before I can be considered the best.  I know that I've already beaten Brian Kraemer in a ladder match, but that isn't enough.  What will be enough, is when I beat him inside a steel cage on Sunday night at Xplosion.  I know that enough will be when I embarass him, and when I retain my Championship Title belt.  That will be enough of Brian Kraemer.

Kraemer, you know that I'm better than you, and you know that I'm going to beat you in the steel cage.  You know that my victory for the title two weeks ago was no fluke.  You know that I'm the best in TNT Wrestling, and the best in the business.  You won't catch me on a bad day, because I don't have bad days.  You won't catch me when I'm sick, because I don't get sick.  Brian Kraemer, I won't simply see you in the ring, but I'll see you in the CAGE!!!

[Nic Totopoulous drops the microphone just as Kick Start my Heart by Motely Crue hits the speakers once again.  The crowd begins to cheer once again.  Totopoulous puts his arm holding the belt down, and puts the belt over his shoulder.  He walks over to the ropes and climbs through them onto the ring apron.  He walks sown the stairs and out to ringside.  He walks up the ramp, through the curtain and backstage.  The music stops and the show continues.]