[Kick Start my Heart by Motley Crue hits the speakers as the crowd jumps to their feet and begin to cheer.  Then Nic Totopoulous comes out from behind the curtain and steps out on top of the ramp.  He is in his regular ring attire, with his TNT Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship Title belt over his right shoulder.  He also has bandages over his ribs and over his left elbow.  He proceeds to walk down the ramp toward the ring.  He climbs up the steps, through the ropes and into the ring.  He already had a microphone in hand.  He places the belt on the canvas.  The music stops, and he proceeds to address the sold out TNT Wrestling audience.
 

 

Last Sunday night was a very eventful night for some people.  Some people began new careers on the right foot here in TNT Wrestling, some people have moved onto the next level in TNT Wrestling.  For other people, it was eventful in another way.  For some other people they had a very unsuccessful nights.  Some people lose their first matches, some people lost matches they were expected to win.  Then there is me.  For me, my match at Mayhem was nothing but a waste of time.  I wrestled in a handi-cap match against Richard Mennie and Slickster.  There was only one way I could truly come out of that match, and that way is a loser.  If I had lost that match, even though it would have been against two people, I would not only be a loser because I lost the match, but also a loser because I lost to Richard Mennie and Slickster.  No one wants to lose to a couple of wrestlers like those two.  Now lets take a look at the other side of the coin here.  Let's say I won the match, just as I did.  Well, winning the match doesn't make me look any better, because it is expected.  Now as shown last night, even though I won the match, I still came out a loser.  Look at me right now.  Do you see the bandages around my ribs?  Do you see the bandages around my elbow?  These injuries are a direct result of the match last night.  The chair that was used illegally during the match.  Then after the match, I was assaulted by those two pieces of garbage and was sent back on a stretcher.  You see, I gained nothing from that match.  I am no better off than I was before it started.  As far as I'm concerned, if I am going to be put into matches that are only going to be a detriment to my career and my health, I had might as well not show up.
 

 

Although, I was fortunate enough to be able to make my way down to the ring for the lumberjack match directly after my match.  Now while I was able to make it to that main event match featuring Gravedigger and Fozz, it was not one of my greatest moments.  Throughout that entire match I was continually assaulted by Bucky and Cappy.  While I did try to fend them off, for the most part my attempts were in vein for they were two, while I was just one.  They only furthered the damage to my ribs and to my elbow.  They also helped to injure me further in my knee as well.  This as you all know has been nagging me for a while now, ever since Terror X attacked me viciously in one of their many attempts to end my career.  While it appeared as if my attempts would all be for nothing, I managed to get away just for a moment.  During that moment I was able to enter the ring and hit Fozz with a Diamond Dust.  For that one moment during the night I made a difference.  For that one moment during the night, during the show, I was able to help a friend of mine, and I was able to help him beat the odds and beat Fozz.  I know that all of those lumberjacks wanted to see him lose, and that is why I did what I felt I had to do.  In any regular match, Digger would have wiped the floor with Fozz.  But on that night, his chances were bleak.  I was the one bright light he had to turn to.  I did what any friend would do, and I evened the score.  I leveled out the playing field allowing Digger to get the victory he so much deserved.
 

 

But, enough about last Sunday night.  That is the past, that is behind us.  Let us look into the future.  Let us look at what is to be in the world of Sunday Mayhem.  This Sunday night I will be teaming with who I know is a tremendous wrestler, maybe even the best in the world today.  I will be teaming with a man who more feared than any other wrestler in the TNT locker room.  I will be teaming with a long time wrestling rival, a long time stable partner, and a long time friend.  I will be teaming with a man I am honoured to know, and that I am honoured to have competed and tagged with in the past, and the present.  I am honoured to be tagging with Gravedigger this Sunday night against two men that I know want to beat us oh so bad.  They are Cappy and Big Boss.  There are no words left that can describe the way I feel about these two men.  There are no words to describe the hatred I feel for Terror Xtreme.  And there are no words to describe the beating that will be laid down on those two come this Sunday.  I know that I am only one man, and I know that Digger is  only one man, but when the two of us are left together to fend for ourselves, we have the power of five men.  We have the will, the desire, the drive, and the way to stop this reign of Terror X, and this Sunday will be the beginning of then end for those four men.  Cappy, Big Boss, be ready for the inevitable, be ready for the beginning of the end or Terror Xtreme.

[Nic Totopoulous drops the microphone as Kick Start my Heart by Motley Crue once again hits the speakers.  The crowd begins to cheer once again as Totopoulous picks his belt up off the mat.  He walks through the ropes, down the steps and out of the ring.  He drops the microphone while he walks back up the ramp to go backstage.  The music stops and the show continues.]