[Raising Fear by Armored Saint hits the speakers.  The crowd begins to boo.  Nic Totopoulous comes out from behind the curtain and makes his way down the ramp toward the ring.  He argues with the fans the whole way down.
 

 

Totopoulous walks around the ring and grabs a microphone from the time keeper.  He climbs up the stairs, through the ropes and into the ring.  He walks over to the corner, climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms.  He hops down and walks to the middle of the ring.  He walked to the middle of the ring, the music stops, puts the microphone to his mouth and begins to address the sold out audience.]

There is something I'd like to speak about before I really get going here.  Here's the deal, it is official.  I talked to Blader yesterday after he left Stone and me the letter.  P.U.N.K.S. is over.  He has disbanned it.  But I really don't blame him.  Let's face it, it was going no where anyway.  Stone was a star on the rise, I am me, and Blader was just getting left behind.  Myself and Stone were striving in the UWA as Blader was simply losing his skill.  He was losing his touch in the ring.  He was losing his edge.  Stone was still to new to make any impact in the UWA.  This group, P.U.N.K.S. was really all me.  I was the only one that mattered.  I was the only one who was going to make any type of real impact in the UWA in that group.  I was the man.  But I don't need either Stone or Blader.  I can make it on my own.  I was good enough before, so I can be good enough again.  And again is now.  Now is the time for me to let go of all the ties I had with those two, and to move on and make a real name for myself.  It is the time for me to move on from these past couple of months, and to move onto the future.  The future looks good for me, and I can only good up.  So P.U.N.K.S., rest in peace.  And Blader, whatever you are doing, I truly wish you the best of luck pal, because you weren't getting it done here.

Now, onto the future.  The future being this Monday night on Rampage.  The future being the four-way match that I am participating in for the UWA United States Championship.  Hey, I got what I wanted.  I interfered in Draven's match against Blader so that I caould get noticed.  I thought it would be a good way to let people know that I am in the hunt for some real gold.  I'm in the hunt for one of the most prestigious titles in the UWA, hell, in the wrestling industry.  Did I want the attention of Draven?  Maybe, if he really cared, which he doesn't seem to.  But, I did get the attention of the booking staff.  That is who I really wanted to get the message across to.  I wanted them to know that I am serious about getting my hands on that title.  And guess what, it worked like a charm.  It worked better than I could ever have imagined.  It got me straight into a match for the title.  It wasn't the desired match, but after I win, Draven will want a rematch, and I'll give it to him, one-on-one.  That's what I wanted from him in the first place, a one-on-one match.  He seems to be the other person in this company that has showed that he too is an up and comer.  That he too has the potential to be one of the best here in the UWA, to win the World title.  Well listen up bub, not as long as I'm around.  Not as long as I'm around Draven!  I want to stop you in your tracks.  I want to put an end to this push the staff is giving you.  They are giving you match after match against the best, and you seem to be able to some how squeek out a victory, but not this time.  I'm going to prevent you from becoming a star.  I'm going to prevent you from becoming the best here.  I want you one-on-one Draven, so I can show the whole world that I am the next star of the UWA.  Sorry, my mistake.  That I am the one and only next superstar in the UWA.  You might some day be a star Draven, but you will never reach the stardom of Nic Totopoulous.  When I beat whoever the World champion is when I finally get my deserved shot, you will get your chance at my title Draven.  You will have beaten everyone there is to beat, except for me.  And you know what the outcome will be, it will be the same as the outcome this Monsay night.  It will be your shoulders pinned to the canvas.  You won't even remeber what happened to you.  I will hear the one-two-three, and my hand will be raised in victory as the referee hands me the U.S. title belt.  I will beat you Draven, and I will embarass you, just as I have done to the T.V. Title division.  I will embarass everyone that dares to challenge me in the squared circle.  You are who I want Draven, and you are the one I will pin this Monday night on Rampage.
 

 

As for the rest of the competitors in this match.  They don't mean a thing.  They are simply in my way.  Just more stepping stones to my championship, my U.S. Championship.  Fraz is another man who has impressed many over the past few weeks, and in some people's eyes is deserving of this match.  Let me be frank, he does not deserve a spot in this match.  He does no deserve the chance to wrestle against the one and only, the tickin' time bomb of destruction, Nic Totopoulous.  Why you ask?  Well I'll tell you why.  Did he hold the TV title for two months, the longest TV title reign in UWA history?  I don't think so.  During my title reign, I was the best wrestler in the UWA.  Not only was I beating people in that division without breaking a sweat, I was going toe to toe with the likes of X-Kalibur, of Wall2K, and our current and undeserving World champion The Cosmos.  I was going up against them, and they were cowering away from one of the fiercest competitors in wrestling history.  They were falling to defeat against the best wrestler on TV, Nic Totopoulous.  So why don't you deserve to be in this match?  Because as you might have impressed some, you have not impressed me in the least.  As far as I'm concered, you are simply another lower carder who got lost and ended in a match with the big boys.  You are nothing but a pylon.  You had might as well not show up, you won't get hurt that way.  Fraz, you just don't have what it takes.

Marcus Luster, we do go way back don't we.  We go way back to our days in TNT Wrestling.  I was kicking ass, as were you.  We were the best of the best there.  I have a lot of respect for what you have done, and I can see why you were put into this match.  But those were the TNT days, and these are the days of the UWA.  These are my days.  These are the days that I steal the show with a great match.  These are the days where I hit the big time, and you have to wait.  The UWA spotted my talent initially, not yours.  They spotted my ability, my desire, my drive, and my potential, not yours.  They wanted me to be a good wrestler, and maybe in a year or so might be able to get a World Title match, but I surpassed all expectations.  I did what no one thought I would be able to do.  I quickly became the best wrestler in this company.  I went from being the future of this company, to being the present, to being what some might call, a phenom.  Marcus, you are a nice guy, but you just don't match up, not yet anyway.  Just you wait, you'll have your time.  Just be patient.  And maybe some day we'll see each other one-on-one for the World title, in the ring.

[Nic Totopoulous drops the microphone.  Raising Fear by Armored Saint hits the speakers once again.  He climbs through the ropes, down the steps 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.]