[Raising Fear by Armored Saint hits the speakers.  The house lights dim and a blue light comes on.  The crowd gives a mixed reaction, but a reaction non the less.  Nic Totopoulous emerges from out behind the curtain.  He is wearing his snazzy shirt, leather pants, and black boots.  He is carrying a microphone in his hand.  He stops at the top of the ramp, and looks out into the sold out UWA audience.  Totopoulous waits a moment.  The house lights come back on, the music stops, and Totopoulous begins to speak.]
 

 

Totem Pole eh?  Why would I be called Totem Pole?  Is it because I am at the bottom of the Totem Pole?  Or is it because you see me as another wrung on the totem pole of the UWA that you have to climb before you make it to the top?  I'm going to assume the latter.  But, I'm not so sure you will be correct Snake Eyes.  I mean, I've said it a million times, I have what it takes to make it to the top.  I have the skill, the desire, the will and the way to making it to the top here.  I can do it.  Can you do it?  Maybe you can, but by the sounds of things, you don't have very much experience in the ring.  You don't have the time in the ring that I have had against some of the best in the business.  I have competed against people like BladerSkum.  I have been successful against people like BladerSkum on more that one occasion.  Who have you beaten?  I dare say no one, or at least no one of any significance.  I have been the man to beat, I know what it takes to make it to the top, and to stay there.  Now why can't you see that?  Why do you have to keep pissing me off with your wannabe satanic, sadistic promos.  You try to seem real tough.  Just because you drink rat blood, which will by the way probably give you rabies, does not mean that you are tough.  You are one sick son of a bitch, that's for sure, but tough, not necessarily.  And does drinking rat blood, or even liking blood at all make you a good wrestler, and man who can compete in the ring with the best.  Hell no!  Not a chance.
 

 

So, there are some spiritual things that can give me an advantage, maybe, but probably not.  I think that training in the ring, competing on a consistent basis, and working out in the gym will be enough.  Maybe study some video tapes of my opponents, or coming up with specific game plans if someone has an injury.  That will probably help too.  But spiritually, no.  I am a born christian, not some satist freak.  Not a man with the supposed spirit of evil.  I have wrestling skill, that's my advantage.  Now I never felt that you wanted to be a manager, nor did I ever intent on implying that those were my intentions.  Truthfully, you seemed fairly certain that you could guide me to greatness, or that we could become some kind of unstoppable force, and I think we could, as long as you don't step into the ring.  I could carry a team to tag team gold.  Even with someone like you holding me down.  But I'm glad you feel that we can't be a team.  It saves your feelings from being hurt when I said no.  I am also glad to hear that the girl there was not your sister.  And I will not be worried about your family, I couldn't care less about them.  Maybe I don't understand that ritual of yours, but like I said before, you are a no talent freak.

[Totopoulous paces momentarily.]

I said it before and I'll say it again, Snake Eyes, you are just another stepping stone on my way to greatness, on my way to the top.  You are just another small obstacle like Joe Daddy was on my way to becoming the World Champion.  I will carry this team with Golden Boy to victory.  Then if the chance is there I will stop him the same way I will stop you on Saturday.

As for Terminator, so far I am not impressed.  Last night you had a match against Xodus, and I really didn't expect you to win.  I thought Xodus could beat you.  But my god man, I thought you'd at least put of some kind of a fight.  You were creamed!  He clobbered you.  He went out there and made a mess of you.  It was truly hard to watch.  I enjoy an ass kicking as much as the next guy, but jeez, that was too much.  But Xodus is an impressive wrestler, and maybe you were rusty.  Maybe you just needed a warm up before the important one on Saturday.  But some how I don't think that's the case.  For some reason I think that I will have the upper hand in this match up.  I think that I will be able to thwart your attacks at me.  I will be able to stop your feeble attempts to defeat me.  I will beat you.

As for Golden Boy, I think we've got to come up with some type of game plan here.  BladerSkum beat you with not effort.  He could have had one hand tied behind his back and still beat you.  That's bad news for team Nic Totopoulous.  So, here's the plan.  You are going to stand on the apron, while I compete in the ring.  You can be a decoy.  I'll fake tagging you, and then beat them, how's that?  Why am I asking, you have no choice, you're brutal.  You stink!  I was hoping for a wrestler as my partner, not an ass getting kickeder.  You know what just don't bother coming.

Terminator and Snake Eyes, I'm coming for blood, to kick the blood out of both of you.  I will beat you from pillar to post and then back again.  I will come with aggression like you have never seen before, and it is all in the name of a victory here in the UWA.  I will be victorious.  I am the Tickin' Time Bomb of Destruction, and you never know when I'll explode.  Terminator, Snake Eyes, I'll see you two in the ring.

[Totopoulous drops the microphone.  Raising Fear by Armored Saint hits the speakers.  The lights dim and the blue light comes back one.  The crowd gives him another mixed reaction, but the reaction is a little louder than the one when he entered.  He stares into the crowd for a moment before turning around and exiting through the curtain.  The music stops, the house lights come back on, and the show continues.]