[The lights dim.   Raising Fear by Armored Saint hits the speakers.  The crowd begins to cheer.   Nic Totopoulous comes out from behind the curtain.  He comes out without his UWA Television Title belt.  He stops at the top of the ramp, the proceeds to make his way down to the ring.

 

[Totopoulous walks down the ramp toward the ring.  He walks up the steps, through the ropes and into the ring.  He walks over to the ring announcer who hands him a microphone.  He walks to the middle of the ring.  The house lights come back on as the music stops.   Nic Totopoulous begins to address the sold out UWA audience.]

Before I start to lose control, I would like to congatulate X-Kalibur on one hell of a match last week on Rampage.  That was most definately the toughest match of my life.  You are one hell of a competitor, and I would love to get in the ring with you again, so we can have a proper finish next time.  As for Spiderman, I didn't know he was going to come into the match to interfere.  If I had known that, I would have taken him out before he had the chance to cost me a vistory.  As for the beat down after the match, sorry 'bout that.  What was I supposed to do, just stand there and watch?  I figured that it was a great way to get noticed, to try and make a name for myself.  That's all it was.  If I could beat down the World Champion, then I could take down everyone.  X-Kal, if you have the guts, lets do that again sometime.

As for other things that happened on Rampage.  Jason Jet, like I said before, I am getting sick and tired of you popping up in my face.  You never requested a match, like I said before, you simply want to piss me off.  Well now we have a match.  Now we have to face each other in the ring.  There is no where for you to run or to hide now Jason.  It's gonna be you and me, face to face, none of this cheap shot from behind business.   None of this wrapping a chair around a person's head, continuously when they are not looking.  Now is the time for you to back up your trash talk, to stand up to the crap that spews out of your mouth.  I got a concussion from that attack last week, but I'm going to put that aside for this Sunday at Massacre.  I am going to ignore the head pains, and concentrate on beating you into a bloody pulp.

 

 

As for caring, I think that if I hear that word one more time, I might have to shoot you.  I might have to buy a gun, walk over to your house, and blow the brains out of your head.  If you wanted to succeed in pissing me off, then you have done it.  I can't believe that that is have you would really want though.  Do you know how stupid that it?  When I am angry, people get hurt.  Usually the person I am pissed at.  Usually that person suffers a beating like no other.  Usually that person will feel pain and suffering like never before.  You have bought yourself a one way ticket to getting you ass kicked, whiped, and broken.  Jet, that's all.  Prepare or beware, because your ass is on the line this Sunday at Massacre.  And that's just what it's going to be, a massacre.

Drago, I haven't seen you in ages my friend, how are you doing?  Are you ready for the big match?  Are you ready to get an ass kicking?  I sure hope so, because anyone that steps into the ring with me is destined for the ass kicking of a lifetime. Now how did you get into this match?  Get out!  Get out of the match.  I don't have a problem with you, my problem is with Jason Jet.  You will simply be getting in my way in the ring.  This is your last warning, get out before I have to take you out of the match before it even starts.   Jet needs my undivided attention.  I don't need some piece of crap like you running around the ring.  So get out, that's the final warning.

Jet, prepare or beware, I'm the Tickin' Time Bomb of Destruction.  And this time I'm coming with backup.  I'm coming with two of the meanest sons of bitches this company has ever seen.  I've got Blader Skum and ViperJ by my side.  We are P.U.N.K.S.  We are out to hurt some people, and these people equal Jason Jet.

[Nic Totopoulous drops the microphone.  Raising Fear by Armored Saint hits the speakers.  The crowd begins to cheer once again.  Totopoulous hops over the top rope and out of the ring.  He walks back up the ramp, through the curtain, and backstage.  The music stops, and the show continues.]