House Show at Madison Square Garden after the main event... Dat Kid comes out in his normal black hoody, not accompanied by The Datcolytes tonight. *The Crowd Boos* Dat Kid raises his World Heavyweight Championship *The boos get louder and it overpowers his theme in the jam packed MSG arena* Dat Kid steps into the ring. I couldn't let you guys go home without seeing the main event. Did you really think that that last match was it? Seriously, if there's an IWT show and I'm not the last to perform you all better beg for your money back because you just aren't seeing a show. Fuck You Dat Kid! *clap clap* *clap clap clap* Fuck You Dat Kid! *clap clap* *clap clap clap* Fuck You Dat Kid! *clap clap* *clap clap clap* I'm sorry what was that? I couldn't understand you over those terrible New York accents. I've visited children in 3rd world countries in our oversees tours that are more understandable than that mockery of a chant. Jersey sucks! Jersey Sucks! Jersey Sucks! Jersey Sucks! Dat Kid corpses. No....You suck. All of you in this arena suck because when this all over you're going to go back to your shitty lives in those shitty apartments, in the shitty parts of New York where you all live, Brooklyn, The Bronx, Harlem, Queens, THE REAL NEW YORK! When these lights go off Dat Kid doesn't stop being Dat Kid. When these lights go off, Dat Kid goes back to his suburban neighborhood in New Jersey! Shut the fuck up! *clap clap* *clap clap clap* Shut the fuck up! *clap clap* *clap clap clap* Shut the fuck up! *clap clap* *clap clap clap* Today we're here to celebrate the greatest holiday in the world: My birthday! Today we're going to celebrate the moment I became better than all of you, because I was better than you, the moment I was born! You know that moment where you think about your life before you go to sleep? During that moment, I want you to understand that whatever your plans are for the future, they will always be overshadowed by ME, whether or not it's you *Kid points to fan* or you *Kid points to another fan* or you *Kid points to someone in the nosebleeds* or Bruce Knight, or The Order, or even Aids Johnson! Dat Kid overshadows the world and you are all just doing THAT, living in my shadow. So I want all of you to sing happy birthday to me right now! Hit the music! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Sing the song DAMMIT! *to the tune of happy birthday* Go back to Jersey! Go back to Jersey!