[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.  The music stops.  Then he puts the microphone in from of his mouth, and begins to address his fans.]

Let me start things off by congratulating Seth Wall last night on his victory.  The first defeat against Nic Totopoulous came last night against an old pal of mine.  If I had to lose to anyone I couldn't have picked a better person to lose to.  Well, I could have but you will do fine.  But, just to keep things into perspective here, I chose to end the match.  I chose to grab the ring bell and his Seth Wall with it.  Remember Seth, it's not personal.  I was just getting tired of toying with you.  I could have pinned you whenever I wanted to.  But, instead I decided to inflict some pain on you.  Instead I wanted to see you lying unconscious on the floor.  You said that you would be able to have your way with me, but I most definitely proved you wring Seth.  I proved that I can beat you at anytime.  If you feel that you were dealt an unfair hand this time and want a rematch, bring it on.  Just watch out for flying bells, and other foreign objects.  Watch out for me Seth.  Watch out, if you want a rematch that is.  But that was then, and I currently have more pressing matters to deal with.

More pressing as in that thief Jason Jet.  Jason, you have not had much to say in a while.  Although boy did The Show kick your ass last night.  I don't know why I am even giving you this title shot.  You suck.  The Show is new to the company, he is new to wrestling, and he is not very good.  You have proved to me though that you stink.  The words Jason Jet and Good Wrestler most definitely do not go together.  Now that I think about it, you might possibly be the worst wrestler in the UWA.  Ah yes, the reason I am giving you a title shot, you have not only what I want, but what I own, that being the UWA Television Championship belt.  That is what I want back.  You have pissed me off for the last time Jet.  This is the last straw.  I won't put up with your garbage any longer.  I refuse to.
 

 

As for Michael Edwards.  I would first like to apologize for the comment I made about him the other day.  I did not know what your exact status was, I was simply going by what I have been hearing in the locker, and what I have heard in the newspaper.  Like I said before, I'm at the bottom of the totem pole, and I'm the last to know anything.  All I know is that I hope you don't leave, we need top quality talent like yourself in this company.  And I'd also like to test my luck one day maybe in a one-on-one match against you.  I'd like to see if I can match up against a former champion, and one of the best of the best in the business.

Jason, at the Pay Per View, we will go one on one.  We will go for what you have and I own, the T.V. title.  I'll prove once again why I am the best wrestler on T.V.  That's what I'm the T.V. Champion.  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 out of the ring and walks back up the ramp.  He is motioning that he wants the belt around his waist.  He goes through the curtain and backstage.  The music stops and the show continues.]