[Nic Totopoulous is seen sitting behind a table with a long line-up of people.  The people consist of teenagers, parents, their kids, and everyone in between.  Totopoulous sits behind the table as the line slowly gets longer and longer as more fans arrive.  He has a smug look on his face knowing that everyone is there to see him and not Michael Edwards.  He got himself all dressed up in a nice black shirt, a nice pair of black pants and a pair of leather shoes.  He has his hair tied back as well to try and look his best to impress his fans.  The TNT Wrestling hired bodyguards stand on either side of the table to make certain things don't get out of hand.  The first fan is admitted to the table so Nic Totopoulous can sign an autograph for the young gentleman.]

Hi there, nice to meet you.

[Totopoulous puts his hand out and shakes his hand.]

Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you.  I watched you back in your days in NCW man.  I knew that you had something special to offer the world of wrestling.  When you competed against Jeremy Xero, Dan Mendoza, man you were great.  You just never got your shot at the World title there man.  If you had the shot and won the World Title, NCW would still be around.  You would have led them to the promise land.

Well thank you.  I knew that if I were to get a chance to win the World Title there, that I would have won.  Hell, I'd still be the World Champion there.  People would be lining up for miles around just to get a glimpse at the best the World had to offer.  Net Championship Wrestling would be the best company in the world, and it would be because of me.

Well, I would necessarily go that far.

Well I would.  I would still be champion, and I would have led them to the promise land, just like you said.  Smart fans like yourself would come out to watch the best in the world.  Thank you for that.

Well you're welcome.

Who should I make this out to?

[The young man places a picture of Nic Totopoulous in a magazine in front of Totopoulous.]

Make is out to Larry please.

[Totopoulous takes the photograph and signs it with his black permanent marker.]

There you go Larry.  I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you enjoy my victory on Sunday.

Thanks sir.  Best of luck to you.  It will be a tremendous match.

Best of luck?  What do you mean by that?

Well I want you to win, so I'm wishing you luck.

I don't need luck pal.  I have skill, I have determination.  I have everything required to be the World Champion, and to win in the cage on Sunday.

I wouldn't doubt that for a second.

Of course you wouldn't.

[The boy turns around and walks away with a grin on his face.  Next up a man with his young son walk up to the table in front of Totopoulous.  Totopoulous gets a big grin on his face as he greets the two.]

Hello you two.  How are you today?

We're good thank you.  I'm Jim, and this is my seven year old son John.

Glad to meet the two of you.

My dad says that you are one of the best he has ever seen.

Well your dad would be almost right then.  You see, I am the best he has ever seen John.  I've trained for years and years to become as great as I am.

If I train hard, can I ever be as good as you are?

I'm sorry son, but no.  No one will ever be as good as I am.  I know it's every living souls dream to one day shake my hand, to one day try and take a piece of advice from me, and to one day be half the wrestler that I am.  Being half the wrestler I am is possible, and if you train hard enough, you might be lucky enough to be half as good.

My dad says that you and Michael Edwards will have a great match on Sunday.  He also says that it's a toss up as to who is going to win.

Well then your dad would be half wrong.  This Sunday in the cage will be legendary.  It will probably be the best match in the history of professional wrestling.  He would be wrong about the match being a toss up though.  I am the best there is, and I will prove it once and for all on Sunday.

Well my son and I are both big fans, and I know you won't let us down.

Of course I won't.  Thanks for your support.

[Totopoulous takes his black marker and signs the boys cap.  He places it back on his head.  He shakes both the boy's and the father's hand before they turn and leave.  Next up a boy with a magazine walks up to the table.  Totopoulous smiles and extends his hand.  The boy reaches out and shakes Totopoulous' hand.  He places an open magazine onto the table.  On the page is a picture of Michael Edwards.  The boy has a key chain around his neck.  Totopoulous grabs it and pulls it forward.]
 

 

What is this?

It's a picture I'd like you to sign please.

Really?  It looks like a picture of Michael Edwards to me kid.  Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?  Do you think you're funny?  I don't find this funny.  I don't think this is a funny joke.  Did you think you were clever?  Are you trying to show off for your friends?  Are you trying to look tough for everyone at my expense?  Well little boy, you aren't tough, you aren't going to make a fool out of me.  I'm Nic Totopoulous, and you can't get the best of me.

But I was just...

Excuse me?  Are you interrupting me?  I don't appreciate being interrupted boy.  This is an insult, and I am going to refuse your autograph request because of this insult.

You're looking at the wrong page.  There is a full page picture of you on the other page.

[Totopoulous takes a second look at the magazine.  Sure enough, there is a picture of him on the opposite page.  It is a two page advertisement for the main event match at May Mutilation.]

Oh, I see.  Um...  Who should I make that out to?

Steven please.

[Totopoulous takes the magazine and signs it.]

There you go.

Thank you.

[The boy turns around and leaves.  Next up is a young girl who walks up to the table.]

Listen, I'm sure that almost everyone you run into today is going to be very nice to you, and is going to try and suck up to you.  Well I'm not going to do that.  What you did to Michael Edwards and Sarah Strategias is terrible.  You are an awful man, and I hope that Michael Edwards wipes the floor with you on Sunday.  Even after you did those terrible things to them, you continued to verbally harass the two of them.  Not only that, but you physically attacked Michael Edwards after you kidnapped Sarah.  How do you think their little baby Hannah felt?  I'm certain that she doesn't appreciate that her mother was taken away from her.  Then you have the audacity to call her a bastard child?  You are despicable, and I hope that you get what's coming to you in the steel cage.  What Sarah did to you to cost you your match at Mayhem I hope is only the beginning of a long losing streak for you.

[The girl gives Totopoulous a sadistic smile.  Totopoulous gets a look of surprise on his face.  Then it turns to a look of concern.  The girl turns to walk away.  Totopoulous reaches out and grabs her arm.  The girl turns around to face him.]
 

 

I'm sorry, did I hear you right?  You think I'm a terrible person?  Listen, I'm sorry that you feel that way.  Is there anything you want me to sign?

No!  Of course not, I hate you!

Really, I'm surprised you don't hate Michael Edwards and Sarah.

Why would I hate them?  They are the victims of your tirade.

You honestly don't know why?  I guess you have been keeping a closed mind about what I have been saying all along here.  I am the victim.  The way the two of them walk around backstage, as if they are better than everyone else.  I'm just doing what everyone else backstage wanted to do.  If you aren't a friend of theirs, then you are dirt to them.  No matter what you do.  I tried to be friends with the two of them, and I thought I was friends with Sarah.  But it turns out that I wasn't.  It turns out that they wanted Sarah to be friends with me so I wouldn't ask for a title match against Edwards.  They didn't want Edwards to get a match with me, because he was afraid that I would beat him.  Not only beat him, but embarrass him.  That is exactly what I plan to do on Sunday.  Hell, the Pay Per View is called Mutilation.  What an appropriate name.  I will mutilate Michael Edwards, and I will regain what should be rightfully mine had it not been stolen from me by White Thunder.

You are full of crap Nic!  I hate you!

[The girl turns and walks away from Nic.  Totopoulous raises his voice and yells at her the whole time she is leaving.]

That's fine, because I don't need you.  I have all of my other fans here that know that I am the best.  They know that they are lucky to even get a live glimpse of me here today.  They know that they can't even hold my jock strap, and they pay their hard earned money to see a God!  A God I tell you!  They know I am leaps and bounds in athleticism, intelligence, and looks than all of these people.  They know they can't compare to my greatness!    That's why they are here.  They are here to see God!  I don't need you, I have all of these followers to follow me.

[Just then an Edwards chant begins among the crowd.]

EDWARDS!  EDWARDS!  EDWARDS!

What?!?

[The crowd all turn and begin to walk the other way.  They are all leaving and following the girl out of the building, all chanting for Edwards.]

Fine!  I don't need you!  I have all of my fans across the world that will cheer for me.  I don't need a bunch of no good red neck hicks with two teeth cheering for me!

[The scene begins to fade to black, as the crowd leave chanting for Edwards, and Totopoulous continues to yell and scream insults at the fans.]