[Kick Start my Heart by Motley Crue hits the speakers. The sold out TNT Wrestling audience jumps to their feet and begin to cheer for the man who is about to make his appearance here. They begin to give a standing ovation as they wait for the man who's music this belongs to. Then Nic Totopoulous walks out from behind the curtain and out onto the stage. He is wearing shorts, a Nic Totopoulous T-shirt and running shoes. He also has a microphone with him. He stops and looks out at the thousands of faces in attendance tonight. He then continues to walk down the ramp toward the ring. He walks around the ring giving high fives to the fans all around the side of the ring. He climbs up the steps, through the ropes and into the ring. He walks very confidently to the middle of the ring. A Toppy chant begins across the arena.]
TOPPY! TOPPY! TOPPY! TOPPY!
[The music stops and the crowd reaction begins to die down as Totopoulous puts the microphone to his mouth. The look on still standing in anticipation for what he is about to say.]
I know... I know I have a lot of explaining to do. I know I have deceived a lot, and I mean a lot of people over the past two to three months. Actually, probably a little longer than that now. I know the big question you all must be asking yourselves is, "How?" How was Nic Totopoulous able to attack Lyricz on Mayhem with a steel chair? How was Nic Totopoulous able to run out onto the stage and slam a steel chair across Lyricz' back with that steel chair on Mayhem? How is Nic Totopoulous able to stand in front of me right now? Those are all very valid questions, and I hope I will be able to give you a valid reason for all of those questions.
My last match was a match against a man that I have a lot of respect for, and is a good friend of mine. Not just in the wrestling business, but also on a personal level. He has done a lot to help me out when I've been down, he's done a lot to help me out personally as well to help me recover from this injury. However I had to keep this a secret from him as well. This man is Gravedigger, or Blader Skum, or whatever you want to call him. I had my very last, well, what I thought was going to be my very last match with him. I trust him in the ring more than I trust anyone. I would like to actually state for the record, that it was not his fault that I was put in the wheelchair and that I was injured. It's not his fault that I was injured. It was my fault that I was injured. I don't want him to take any of the blame. He delivered a move, and I didn't take it right. That is my own fault, and has nothing to do with him. I just wanted to get that off of my chest before I started to explain myself here tonight.
After the injury, after that match, I was lying in a hospital bed, by myself, with no idea what was wrong with me. All I knew was that I could not feel my legs. As I lied back in the bed all I could think about was that this might be what ends my career. This could be the one thing that will stop me from being able to do the only thing I've ever wanted to do, and that is wrestle professionally. The doctor walked into the room and said to me that there were two options. I could live being paralyzed for the rest of my life. For me that was not an option. The other option was to take a drastic surgery that would put my life at risk, but there was a chance I would be able to get feeling back in my legs, and live the way I once did. I of course took the chance and had the surgery. When I come out of the surgery, the doctor told me that he did all that he could. He was relieved that I was okay, but wasn't able to guarantee that I would every be able to walk again either. If the surgery worked, it would have been great, but there was still a chance that it might not work.
I lived in the hospital for about a week after the surgery. After that week I still didn't have any feeling in the lower half of my body. It was one of the most frustrating weeks of my life. The worst part came when that week was over. The doctor that performed my surgery told me that since I had not regained any feeling in my legs yet, that the chances of me ever regaining feeling were slim to none. That news there broke my heart. I didn't know how to react, how to feel, or what to do. I didn't know what I was going to be able to do if I couldn't do the only thing I'd ever loved, and that is wrestle professionally.
A few months later, I met a wonderful girl by the name of Miranda. I knew as soon as we met that there was something special that was going to happen between us, and there was. I was going to do whatever I could to make sure things were going to work between us. We soon fell in love, and she didn't love me because I was Nic Totopoulous the famous wrestler. She loved me because I was Nic Totopoulous. She didn't know who I was, and she doesn't even like professional wrestling. That is what attracted me to her so much. She even had trouble believing that I used to be a wrestler until I was inducted into the UWA Hall of Fame. That night was a very special night in my career and in my life. Still at that time though, I was not able to walk, nor were there any signs that I would be able to walk.
I woke up the next morning, lying in my bed just like every other morning, except something was different. Miranda was lying next to me, and for the first time I woke up and I was able to feel her feet pressed against mine. At first I didn't know what to think. I thought that I must be dreaming. I thought that there was no way this could happen. It was so long since the surgery, it would be a miracle if I was feeling what I thought I was feeling. Funny enough, I pinched myself to see if I was actually dreaming or not, and I wasn't dreaming. I woke up Miranda. She was almost as excited as I was. We called my doctor right away, and he asked to come and see me as soon as possible.
Miranda and I got ready as quickly as we could. We raced over to the doctor's office and met with him right away. He did a quick check to make sure everything was in order. The feeling was still there, and the doctor seemed pleased. As pleased as he was, he still aired on the side of caution. He warned me that just because I had feeling my legs now, didn't mean I'd be able to walk again, and didn't mean I'd be able to go back to me old self. Miranda and I headed home, and she made me make a promise to her. This is a promise I just recently broke. I made a promise to her that I would keep the fact that I had feeling in my legs, and if I were to walk again, I would keep it all a secret. If people found out about it, I would be forced to go back to TNT Wrestling and wrestle because my long-term contract had yet to expire. She didn't want me to wrestle ever again because she didn't want me to get hurt again. I promised I'd keep it a secret because I loved her too much. However I couldn't stay away from TNT Wrestling, and the industry in general.
I trained and rehabbed, and before long I was back to my old self. My doctor said that I would be able to do all the things I used to be able to do. Soon enough I was back in TNT Wrestling. Even though I knew I couldn't wrestle, and it killed me knowing I had made that promise, I couldn't stay away. I came back to manage Jesse Westcoat. He's a good kid, but just didn't have the desire to be the best, and I can't waste my time with people who don't want to perform at their best. Therefore I was left with nothing to do. Then came Lyricz.
This man insulted me to my face. He attacked me verbally at first, but it really didn't bother me too much. I can handle myself, and verbal abuse is nothing new, and I've grown a thick skin over the years. He did step over the line though. He stepped way over the line when he attacked me and knew I couldn't defend myself. It was a cowardly move, and it made me sick. I made a promise though, and I couldn't go back on my promise. I love Miranda too much to go back on my word. So I screwed Lyricz out of the World Title. That was going to be my revenge. I figured that would be the end of it all for me and him. I was wrong. He then attacked me again, and this time gave me a beating I won't soon forget. At that time, I was not able to defend myself. I went home that night, and I begged and I pleaded with Miranda to let me have at Lyricz. I just wanted to tear him limb from limb. After almost a week, Miranda finally gave me what I wanted. She let me break the promise I made to her. I hate myself for it, but it's something I just have to do. I can't let Lyricz come out here week after week and let him beat the living hell out of me. I can't let me do it! I had to take a stance, and that's what I did last week on Mayhem.
I finally defended myself in the manner I wanted to for so long. Miranda, thank you for giving me this chance, and I'm sorry. She knows that now I will be a regular on the roster just like before, but she understands what this industry means to me, and she understands what all of you people mean to me. This is all I've ever wanted to. I've wanted to entertain the fans, and that's what I'm going to do once again.
Now I'd like to appologize to all of you fans out there. I'm sorry I deceived you all. It wasn't something I enjoyed, but it was something I had to do. As important as all of you are to me, there is someone who is just that little bit more important. I'm glad that it's off my chest though, and I'm glad I'll be able to focus on wrestling, and wrestling against Lyricz.
I have some unfinished business to take care of with him, and I plan on finishing this Sunday at April Attack. Lyricz, I'm coming to teach you a lesson. I'm not just going to beat you into a bloody pulp, I'm going to give you a wrestling lesson, and embarass you. Your defeat to the Christopher Reeves cripple will be infamous, and I can't wait for it!
[Kick Start my Heart by Motley Crue hits the speakers and the crowd begins to go crazy and cheer Totopoulous once again. Totopoulous drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring. He makes his way up the ramp, through the curtain and backstage. The music stops and the show continues.]
