[Nic Totopoulous is seen at his home getting ready for something, exactly what we aren't sure of just yet.  He pulls up his shiny black leather pants.  He puts on a black tank top, followed by a leather jacket vest.  He walks over toward the front door and puts on a pair of black leather boots.  He looks back on the stairs in the front hallway and sees his over-sized sun glasses and leather gloves, with small spikes on them.  He puts on the gloves, and then slowly puts on the gloves.  Just then the phone rings.  He walks back into the main area of the house and picks up the phone.]

Ya!

...

What?  Gonna be later?  I'm ready now!  What the hell!  Alright, fine, just bring the limo over here as soon as you can, I can't be late!  Hurry up!

...

Ya right, good bye to you too!

[Totopoulous hangs up the phone and falls into a seated position on his sofa.  He mutters something under his breath.]

Man, everything was going so well too.  I won last night to get myself back on track, and now the limo gonna be late.  Geez!

later on...

[A limousine pulls up in front of a bar in his home town of Mississauga Ontario.  Nic Totopoulous steps out of the car being followed by security guards.
 

 

Totopoulous is all dressed up in his eighty's metal gear as he enters the building.  He walks through the doors and goes through a door that said staff only.  He walks down the hallway toward another room.  He walks into the room.  The room is a classy room, with nice furniture.  He takes a seat on a couch.  The security guards had followed him in there and they stood around him.  Just then another person walks into the room.]

Person #1 - What are you doing...

Totopoulous - Of course, you want an autograph.&nbbsp; Where would you like it signed?  Nic Totopoulous is always willing to help out his loyal fans.

Umm...  That's not...

Of course it is.  I've got a marker here.  Let me see.  Nic Totopoulous.

[Totopoulous signs the guys head.]
 

 

Ummm...  Thank you?  I guess so.

No problem buddy.  Now please leave, I don't have time to worry about you people any longer, my people await.

What people?  This is karaoke.

I know, and I'm the best around.

You're going to have to leave sir.

I'm on am I?  Time to give the people what they want!  Some eighty's metal madness!

[The man walks out of the room seeming a little confused, but happy that Totopoulous was finally leaving.  The security guards follow Totopoulous as he walks back down the hall and through another door.  He steps out on stage where someone else is still singing.  Totopoulous looks at him, then runs over and pushes him to the ground.]

Take that stupid!  Stop taking up my time here.  I am the karaoke master of the world!

Audience Person #1 - You suck!

Shut up!  You haven't even heard me yet.  Now allow me to introduce myself.  I am the man that needs to introduction, I am a member of TNT Wrestling and should be the UWA United States Champion...  NIC TOTOPOULOUS!!!!!

Audience Person #2 - I hate you!

I know you don't mean that.

Yes I do!

Alright... Fine, be that way.  Anyway, I'm here to rock all of you people like you've never been rocked before.  I'm here to give you the metal madness that you all need.  I'm here to scream in your ears, I'm here to give you all a little whiplash.  So Mr. Karaoke machine man, hit my theme music.

Karaoke machine man - What's that?

What do you mean what's that?  It's Raising Fear by Armored Saint.

I don't think we have it.

Don't have it?  It should be your most popular song to sing.

No it isn't.

Damn!  Well, it's a good thing I brought a copy.

[The audience groans as Totopoulous takes the CD out of his pocket.  He hands it to the Karaoke man.  He puts it in and Totopoulous heads back up on stage.  Then Raising Fear by Armored begins to play.]

HIDE!!!...  Revived the pace, he's got your number...

[Already the crowd begins to boo.  Then the chant starts.]

NIC THE DICK!  NIC THE DICK!  NIC THE DICK!...

Alright stop the music.  So you don't like that song, fine then.  How about this one.  Skip to song number five, Chemical Euphoria.  This one is awesome.

[Chemical Euphoria starts to play.]

Mirror, Mirror, Is on the shelf...

Audience Person #3 - Stop killing me!

Okay, you don't like Armored Saint, fine then.  How about some Danzig?  You like them?  The song Mother is great.

[Loud boos chorus from the crowd.]

Are you people telling me that none of you like the wild eighty's?  The eighty's metal just doesn't do it for you?

Audience Person #4 - The eighty's are that decade that should not be!

Shut up man!  I was born in the eighty's!

Exactly my point!

I hate this place!  And I hate all of you!!!

[Totopoulous picks up the microphone and throws it like a javelin straight into a speaker.  The crowd begins to riot.  They start to throw things and brake things as Totopoulous throws a speaker off the stage and onto the floor.]

Body Guard #1 - You know what would be a good idea now Nic?

What?

LEAVING!

Yes it would, lets go out the back way!
[Totopoulous knocks over one more speaker before running out the backdoor with his body guards.  He runs around the building and into his limousine.  Just before he gets in he sees a person fly through the window, followed by a chair, then a speaker.  Totopoulous hops into the limousine and it peels out.]