[Raising Fear by Armored Saint hits the speakers.  The crowd begins a chorus of boos as Nic Totopoulous makes his way out onto the ramp.  He is wearing his UWA Television Title belt around his waist.  He stops at the top of the ramp and waits momentarily before proceeding to make his way down the ramp toward the ring.
 

 

Totopoulous rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring.  Hte grabs the microphone from the ring announcer.  He walks to the middle of the ring, the music stops, and he begins to address the sold out UWA audience.]

First of all, I'm going to get right down to the point.  There are a few people out there who I believe think they are better then they really are.  This is truly pissing me off.  The first of these people is Mike Cook.  Mike Cook, you make no sense whatsoever.  Who have you beaten again?  Was is Snake Eyes?  Good for you, I beat him with my hands tied behind my back.  Oh, and Snake Eyes, European Champion, that's a good own.  Snake Eyes can't compete with the best in the UWA.  He can't compete with me, or any European champions.  And neither can you.  Hell, you can't even compete with me.  And I try to come out to the ring and act like a great champion, of course I did.  What else can I act like.  I am a great champion, I am the greatest UWA Television Champion.  I've fought off all challengers for the last two and a half months.  I'm just going to let some piece of crap like Mike Cook steal it from me.  See this belt, it says that I am the best wrestler on TV today.  The absolute best, that means that no one can beat me.  No one.  Not X-Kal, not The Cosmos, not Reverend Snow, not Shadow, and even the world champ Wall2K can beat me one-on-one.  Especially not Mike Cook is going to beat.  This Thursday you will get you title shot, and you will lose.  Then on Sunday at Injustice for All, you will get a second title shot, and you will lose.  You can talk big, but you can't produce in the ring.  I can talk big, and I can get the job done.  As for being a hypocrite, you talk about being English, and being proper, and hating Americans.  What is with you theme music?  Cocky by Kid Rock, the king of trailer park trash.  You see yourself as proper.  HA!  Kid Rock is not proper my friend.  But you did get one thing right, is that you are one cocky son of a bitch.  A cocky sonof a bitch that is going to get his ass kicked all over the arena, not only on Thursday, but on Sunday too.
 

 

As for my other opponent on Sunday, man oh man is it gonna feel good to get into the ring with him once again.  Jason Jet, you don't learn do you.  I don't know how you got into this match.  You pissed me off too much in the past, and then you got your ass kicked in an attempt to take my title.  Like I said before, I'm not going to lose this belt until it stops holding my pants up.  You wanna call me a wannabe Jet?  You have the gaul to call me a wannabe?  Who do I wanna be, Yoda?  Ya, that's a good one.  I don't need to be Yoda to kick your ass my friend.  I just need to be Nic Totopoulous to beat the snot out of you.  I just need to be Nic Totopoulous to beat you from pillar to post.  You've pissed me off enough in the past Jet, and now your final match against the one and only Nic Totopoulous has finally arrived.  You will not beat me, nobody will.  Oh, and it's too bad your "ICON" Title is ont on the line, oh wait, no it's not.  I don't want that piece of crap.  You can be an icon champion all you want.  I don't need some stupid fake title to make myself feel better about getting my ass kicked.  I just do the ass kicking my self.  Jet, Cook, you people are going to receive beatings like never before.  I'll see you two, in the ring.

[Nic Totopoulous drops the microphone.  Raising Fear by Armored Saint hits the speakers once again.  He rolls underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring.  He walks up the ramp toward the backstage area.  He walks through the curtain and backstage.  The music stops and the show continues.]