[Nic Totopoulous is seen walking around outside in a park.  He is dressed in a pair of shorts, sneakers, a Nic Totopoulous T-shirt, and he has his long blonde hair tied up in a pony tail.  It is the first time in a long time that Nic Totopoulous has been walking around missing something.  He is missing something that he wishes he could have back so bad.  As he walks through the park, he has his head down low and he strolls along at a very slow and depressed pace.  He has his hands in his pockets as the sun beats down on his head.  He has his glasses on over his eyes, almost as if to hide his eyes, hide that shame that he is expressing through his eyes.  All around him children are playing.  There is a playground to his left as children play in the sand.  There are three boys making a sand castle.  There are a few boys playing on the slides.  There are also a few girls that are playing on the swings.  Totopoulous watches them play.  He remembers what it was like to be a child.  He remembers his carefree attitude, his carefree way of life.  There were no worries, there was no responsibility.  All he had to worry about was having fun.  What ever happened to fun?  What ever happened to doing something because you simply wanted to?  What happened to enjoying everything life had to offer?  What happened to it all?  Has Totopoulous become so wrapped up in his wrestling that he no longer has time to enjoy life?  What was once for Totopoulous, professional wrestling, has become more a chore than fun.  He used to wrestle because it was a great way to pass the time.  When he was going through school, it was something that would distract him from his school work.  It was something to distract him from life.  It was something to let him relax.  Now Totopoulous needs something to relax from wrestling.  Might he be a little burned out?  Might he need a break?  Does he still have what it takes?  Of course he does.  Does he want to still have what it takes?  Of course he does.  Does he still want to have to prove it week in and week out?  Nobody knows for certain, not even Totopoulous.  He walks past the playground and toward a baseball diamond.  The dried out grass from a dry summer crunches under his feet as he contemplates his future.  Not only in wrestling, but in life.

When Nic Totopoulous was at his best, he enjoyed everything about the wrestling industry.  He enjoyed the camaraderie in the locker room.  He enjoyed the competition between wrestlers in the locker room as well.  He enjoyed the roar of the crowd as he walked down the ramp toward the ring.  If there is one thing in wrestling he will miss when he is finished, it's the roar of the crowd.  It's the great response, and the great feeling he gets every time he gets the chance to wrestle.  Is he still nervous before walking through the curtain?  Of course.  But that's the rush that every wrestler needs to perform at their best.  Nic Totopoulous has enjoyed the ride while it has lasted.  Nic Totopoulous has enjoyed doing what he does better than anyone else for so long...  so why does he feel this way?
 

 

Totopoulous looks up at the sky.  The clouds have begun to hide the sun, and slowly but surely the weather looks as if it will take a turn for the worse.  Totopoulous looks back in front of him to keep an eye on his course.  But what does the course of Totopoulous' wrestling career hold in the future?  Does it hold much of what it held in the past?  Does it hold glory?  Does it hold money?  Does it hold championships?  Does it hold a life on the road?  I life putting his body on the line, his life on the line, and his emotions on the line nearly every night.  Does it hold all that, the life he is so tired of?  Maybe he simply wants to settle down.  Maybe he simply wants to take a break, meet a girl, get a normal job.  There aren't many people that are able to leave the wrestling business on a high note, and leave it for good.  Most wrestlers crash and burn at the end of their careers and are never able to go out the way they wanted to.  Everyone wants to go out in a blaze of glory, but very rarely does anyone get the chance to get out with a shred of dignity left to their name.  The ones that do get out that way, is simply because they never truly left.  They always came back for one last hooray, one last chance to change their legacy.  Does Totopoulous need to stay a while longer before his legacy will be clear?  Does he need win one more World Title?  Does he need to get that one last big victory?

Totopoulous walks past the baseball diamond, through the stones on the field.  He walks past and out into a large field.  He looks ahead of him and sees soccer posts.  There are a few children playing with a soccer ball in the net.  He walks past them and toward the road.  It's difficult to make life altering decisions.  It's difficult to do things that will affect the rest of your life.  Right now Nic Totopoulous is at a crossroads, not only in his career, but in his life.  He has made millions of dollars.  He doesn't need to wrestle any longer to make a living, he has done that, ten times over.  His only reason for continuing to wrestle would be for the love of wrestling.  Is the love still there?  Yes.  Wrestling is his life, and will always be a large part of his life.  The real question isn't if the love for wrestling is still there.  The question is whether or not the love for getting into the ring and doing the wrestling is still there.  That is what Totopoulous needs to know.  That is what Totopoulous needs to find out.  That's what Nic Totopoulous needs to decide.  Should be continue to wrestle, or is it time to hang up his boots and call it quits...

Just then, Totopoulous can feel a rain drop on the top of his head.  He looks up at the sky as another one lands, this time on his face.  He puts his hand out and a few more fall on his hand.  He stops walking for a moment, right as the field meets the road.  He puts his head down and lets the rain fall on him as it begins to poor.  Just then a red 1993 Plymouth Sundance whips around the corner and stops in front of him.  The window on the passenger side opens.  Inside Joe Shmoe sits in the driver's seat.  He looks out the window as Totopoulous peers inside.]

Hey Nic!  What the hell are you doing in the rain?

Nothing, just thinking.

Do you want to do some thinking in the car?  It's dryer in here than it is out there.

Sure man, thanks.

[Totopoulous opens the passenger door and steps inside the car.  He closes the door.]

So what were you thinking about?

About wrestling.

No kidding, what else is new with you?  You always think about wrestling.

[Totopoulous looks at him slowly.]

Ya...  I know.

[The car pulls back on to the road and down the street as Totopoulous closes his window.  Could the rain symbolize the end of Totopoulous' career?  Could the rain be an indication as to what is in store for him?  Might Totopoulous just be rained away and forgotten about?  Will he try to make another run, just to have it washed away just as so many in the past have?  Totopoulous has a lot of thinking to do.  We'll see whether or not he will continue what has made him the most recognizable face in wrestling, or whether he will hang up his boots for certain.  We'll know in the weeks to come.  The scene fades to black as the car drives down the street.]