With each beat a part of the arena turns off. A light shoots up from the stage and at the 7 second mark smoke billows up to the top of the arena! The smoke is sucked back into the stage revealing a silhouetted figure. With each beat, the light that was taken out is replaced with a vibrant red. Dat Kid stands at the top of the stage wearing a black duster coat outlined in red. Kid walks quickly down to the ring, taking off his coat in the process. A microphone stand sits in the ring. Kid looks at it then looks at the crowd, who's response was already high. Kid swipes his arms quickly and everything abruptly cuts back to normal, leaving only the sound of the overwhelmed crowd. Do not be deceived by what your eyes see! This is not a rebirth, what you see in this ring is a dying man. It took me a while to realize it, but I am a man dying of boredom. I'm not injured, im not rusty, im not even angry at management for once. I am just so fucking bored. So it was then I realized that I have to walk in the footsteps of God cause I had the chance to read the bible at my last hotel orgy since they keep those in the drawers. There's an interesting chapter called Genesis and to sum it up God did it all in 7 days. Now the rest of that book is a bunch of bullshit cause what they don't tell you is god hightailed it out of there on Day 8 so he could go fuck a black hole. My Day 8 comes this Wrestlemania and it doesn't matter if I'm wearing gold by then or not. God is leaving IWT. If there's anything I learned from doing FSW is that when I leave, IWT starts to decay, so the best way to make sure this place breaths its last breath in 2015 is to put myself in a grave first. Don't get it twisted for as second though. This isn't some old veteran speech. I WILL NOT go out on with a whimper. This man dies with the sound of IWT headquarters imploding as his final breath, I didn't come out here in gear for nothing either, so now that I'm done, why don't you send out someone so they can find out what a $1000 boot taste like.