The physical pain banished, the mental pain starts to rear its ugly head.

The drum beat hits, the whole arena stands - half in anticipation, half out of a strong desire to make their feelings known about the wrestler about to make his first appearance since Melting Point.

The familiar black Ferrari starts to appear from behind the right hand side of the metalwork holding the Unitatron in place high above the stage, the boos become louder and reach a crescendo as the figure of Totca behind the wheel of the car appears, still clean shaved from the neck up, face deformed with bruises, eyes hidden by dark sunglasses, he pulls the car to a halt before stepping out and gesturing to the crowd as if to intimate he cannot hear their derision.

He pulls the microphone up to his mouth as the drum beat starts to fade away and starts to walk down the aisle towards the ring.

"Well, well, didn't I tell you the UFW was about to change forever about a month ago? Well here we are, and the UFW has been changed, things haven't gone quite the way Totca had wanted, but Totca is big enough to accept that and move on"

Totca walks up to the side of the ring, pulls a chair out from underneath the canvas structure before sliding it under the bottom rope, he proceeds to slide in behind it and take a seat in the centre of the ring.

"So now, Totca is done with gimmicks, no more haircuts, no more pink cars, but what there is......................." he stares towards the camera, removing the dark glasses to reveal a large area of bruising around his right eye, and remains devoid of emotion as he continues, "What there is, is a desire and a hunger, and a need..................... to beat the living hell out of somebody, so anyone out the back that feels like they need a challenge, bring your body to the ring, leave your hopes at the locker room door, and pack your best game face................................ It's showtime"!

Totca, having stood from his seat when the music had started looks the man who has just joined him in the ring up and down for a moment, nods his head and retreats to the turnbuckle just behind him where he seats himself, elbows on knees and returns the microphone to his mouth.

"Well, if it isn't Mr Shiny New Conscience himself"

"So you have backing now huh? Well Totca doesn't need any backing, you know who I am Mr Conscience"?

He drops down from the turnbuckle and starts to circle AaronOShea at close quarters, speaking into the microphone in a quieter, overly controlled manner.

"In case you missed what's been going on round here, I am The One They Call Totca, son of former wrestling legend Wrath" the crowd gasp in disbelief, the only thing Wrath had been famous for was drinking himself to death while touring with what was now a has been federation. Totca continues regardless, "I am the second generation of greatness, you think because you got scared of doing what it takes, and because some other crazy souls around here took pity on you, that you can answer my call? You really want to dance with the devil"?

Totca stops and looks OShea square in the eyes, "You're on". He drops his microphone at his opponents feet and walks towards the rings steps, throwing the steel chair out of his way and into the centre of the ring, partly in AaronOSheas' direction, partly at him, before exiting the ring and making his way back up the entrance ramp.

"boss come quickly" a midget yells while gesturing to Funnybone

"what is it?"

" there is going to be a fight, between some Dr. evil lookalike and a guy covered in bruises, HURRY!!"

Funnybone and the rest of his midget posse troop of to the ring, as they get closer they hear loud music and the sounds of 2 wrestlers arguing....

"shhhh!! don't disturb them, come sit here in the back and lets see what happens"

"one of you little freaks go get me a coke and some popcorn, and lock the doors when you get back in case somebody comes to stop this"...

Totca starts to stalk slowly back towards the ring, he remains quiet all the way back down the aisle until he reaches the edge of the ring apron, where he stops. He motions to the ring announcer sat at ringside for another microphone which she presents to him.

"You really want to do this kid? You really want to feel the wrath of the wrath family and cross the legacy? Then we'll do this"

He moves to slide under the bottom rope and the crowd go wild but as AaronOShea starts to move towards him he quickly retreats back under the bottom rope.

"But not now, I'll spare you the embarassment of being decimated by a sub-par Totca, these bruises will fade, the injuries will heal, and then at least when your grandkids watch the footage of what happened to their grandpa to make him how he is, they won't have to see you getting the hell beaten out of you by an injured man"

He drops the microphone again, and exits the arena as the drum beat starts over again.

"WTF he chickened out , come lets leave this was as much fun as being the victim of one of Boy Bakla's make overs"

Funnybone and his midget posse exit and walk back towards the carpark...