[Raising Fear by Armored Saint hits the speakers.  The sold out UWA audience jumps to their feet.  Nic Totopoulous comes out from behind the curtain.  He stops momentarily at the top of the ramp.  He looks around at the crowd.  Then he proceeds to make his way down the ramp toward the ring.  He walks around the ring.  A member of the UWA ring crew hands his a microphone.  He climbs up the steps, through the ropes and into the ring.  He walks to the middle of the ring, waits a moment as he takes in the intensity from the crowd.  Then he puts the microphone in from of his mouth, and begins to address his fans.]

Let me start things off by

Now take a look at the big screen for a moment.  If you will observe there is a picture of non other than yours truly up there.  What do I have over my shoulder?  It's my Television Title belt.  When was this?  It was a couple of weeks ago when I defeated Killa X for the title.  This is after the match in the locker room.  As you can see I am still bleeding from the match.  It was a hell of a match, and I fought my ass off to win the match.  I wrestled my heart out for this match, and I won.
 

 

That was the toughest match in my life, and I loved every second of it.  Killa made a mess of my face, but I just kept coming.  He beat me down a little bit, but I just kept coming back for more until I was able to hold the belt over my head in victory.  Until I was able to be called the best wrestler on Television.  That is why I am the Television Champion.  Will I let some punk like Jason Jet take that away from me?  Hell no!  You're damn right I won't.  I won't stand for that crap.  So Jason, you had better keep your head up, you had better sleep with one eye open because I you never know when I might attack.  I won't rest until I get my title back.  I always say I'm gonna keep that belt as long as it keeps my pants up.  Well it was still doing a pretty good job until you took it.  Come the Pay Per View Jason, you will face a man who is angry and determined to kick some ass.
 

 

Now, as for this Thursday on Rampage, I will be going one on one against non other than a man that I know somwhat.  We talked a few times in the past before either of us were here in the UWA.  We conversed on a number of subjects, and I would consider us friendly aquaintances.  Seth Wall, it's nothing personal, but I'm just plain and simply gonna take you down.  I don't need and distractions from my focus on Jason Jet.  I don't need this match, and I don't want this match.  Maybe though it will relieve a little of the stress I have been feeling lately.  Maybe pounding you around the ring will make me feel a little better.  Maybe defending my T.V. title will do me some good in reminding me that the title is still mine.  Whatever it does, it will be my warm-up to Jason Jet.  I have to remember to focus though.  I need to remember that Seth Wall is one hell of a wrestler.  He is a man to be reconed with and I can't take him lightly.  I can't afford to lose my concentration because it could cost me my title.  I need to break away from this tunnel vision, this hatred toward Jason Jet just for one night.  And that is what I am going to do.  I am going to beat Seth Wall from pillar to post.  Seth Wall, like I said before, it's nothing personal.

Jason Jet, between me and you it's all personal.  It's more personal that you could ever imagine.  The Tickin' Time Bomb of Destruction is about to self-detruct all over you're sorry carcas Jet.  Prepare or Beware.  I'll see you in the ring!

[Nic Totopoulous drops the microphone.  Raising Fear by Armored Saint once again hits the speakers.  He climbs through the ropes and out of the ring.  He walks back up the ramp, goes through the curtain and backstage.  The music fades and the show continues.]