[Raising Fear by Armored Saint hits the speakers.  The crowd begins to cheer their UWA Television Champion.  Then Nic Totopoulous steps out from behind the curtain.  He is wearing his regular ring attire.  He is also wearing his UWA TV Title belt around his waist.  He wastes no time walking down the ramp toward the ring.
 

 

Totopoulous climbs up the steps and into the ring.  He walks around the ring once, then grabs the microphone from the ring announcer.  The music stops.  He puts the microphone to his mouth, and begins to address the sold out UWA audience.]

Well XKalibur, respect is right.  You do respect me because I am a great wrestler.  You do respect me because I am a great competitor.  I am fair, and always fight clean.  Well believe me when I say that the respect is most definitely mutual.  How can I not respect a man of your caliber.  You are the UWA World Heavyweight Champion.  Anyone that does not respect a man of that title is a fool, and does not deserve the chance to compete with you in the ring.  Any man who can honestly say that there is zero respect for you, should go one on one with me so that I can slap some sense into him.  Now, you don't know where this sudden arrogance came from.  Well you see, it was always there.  In fact, I don't see it as cockiness at all, I see it more as confidence.  Confidence in the fact that I can beat you.  Confidence in the fact that I am the best in the UWA, and the best in the world.  Nic Totopoulous, the best in the world, it has a nice ring to it.  As for you saying that a tag match is not a fair indication of whether or not I can compete with you, whether or not I can beat you.  I am not basing anything on that match XKal.  I am basing everything on the fact that I am better than you.  That's all, nothing else.  Do I know how to beat you?  Yes.  Why?  Because I've seen you compete.  I've seem you at your best, and I know that when I am at my best, I can beat you any day, and any time, and any place.  I know what time it is, and I know what I have to do to beat you.

Anyway, what have I been smokin'?  Hmm... I think the question is what haven't I been smoking!  Maybe this is all an illusion, maybe I'm not as great as I think I am, maybe I'm not actually the TV Champ, and maybe I don't have a match with the so-called best in the business this Thursday, but I am, and I am, and I do.  I am great, I am the TV Champ, therefore best wrestler on TV, and I do have a match against XKalibur this Thursday.

Now you said who did I beat in the UWA that would give me the gaul to say that I am better than you.  Well, I did beat Killa X like you said, and he is a great wrestler.  Who else did I beat in the UWA?  No one.  But, I have competed with wrestlers better than the likes of you elsewhere.  I have beaten better wrestlers than you elsewhere.  Some of the people I beat elsewhere are now residing in the UWA.  I won't name names as not to embarrass them, but that know who they are.  They know that I am better than them, that I have beaten them before, and that I will beat them once again.  I'm going up against XKalibur this Thursday, not Fraz, or Jason Jet, who by the way will still feel my wrath when the time is right.  XKal, I want to see you try and take you boot and shove it up my ass.  I want to see you try.  I dare you.  I dare you to even have the guts to show up in the ring.  I dare you.  Then when I beat you, one, two, three, there will be no doubt in anyone's mind that I am the best in the world.  I won't need a piece of leather wrapped around my waist to prove it, I know it right now, and I will always know it.
 

 

As for this beautiful TV Title belt of mine, look at it shine.  This is where is belongs, it belongs around the waist of a man who deserves it more than anyone, and that man is me, Nic Totopoulous.  Now Jason Jet.  You asked me a question.  "Do you think that you can run me down?"  Well, yes, I do.  And I already did so that's a stupid question.  I obviously can.  Next, you thought you had gotten into my brain and changed me, that's what you said right?  Well I'm sorry Jason, but no one, and I repeat no one gets into my head and changes me.  I am my own man, I'm not going to be swayed by some lunatic who gets off by caring about himself too much.  As for your threat to beat me so bad that I'm a cripple, you'll leave me in a wheel chair, I'll have to eat soup for the rest of my life.  Well, I like soup.  Especially chicken soup.  If I ride in a wheelchair, I'll get the electric kind, I'll have to do almost no work whatsoever.  But there is one problem with this situation, you forcing me to lead this style of life.  Well my friend, no.  If I want to live that kind of life, I'll do it for myself.  If I want to eat soup, I will.  If I want to ride a wheelchair, I will.  But there is no way in hell that you will force me there.

As for P.U.N.K.S., they are none of your concern Jet.  As for gay sex, gay orgies, I know that's what you think about.  You think about Blader Skum, Nic Totopoulous, and ViperJ playing a game of bumdarts.  But if that's the worst insult you can come up with, nevermind, you aren't worth my time.

Why did I join P.U.N.K.S.  Well, Blader Skum is somewhat of an old friend of mine.  We did have our problems in the past, but the respect that we have for one another right now has drawn us to friendship.  As for ViperJ, he's a nice guy.  Kinda rough around the edges, a tough son of a bitch, but a nice enough guy.  And I always wanted to play in a band, and this is my chance.  That's all for now, I'll catch you on the flip side.

[Raising Fear by Armored Saint hits the speakers once again.  The crowd cheers Nic Totopoulous as he makes his way out of the ring.  He puts the belt back around his waist, and makes his way backstage.  The music stops, and the show continues.]