A tower of smoke rises from the stage as each light individually switches violently to purple, until the entire arena is covered in it. Dat Kid exits the smoke, walking backwards. He turns around to reveal that he is wearing the World Heavyweight and IWT Championships around his waist. As he walks to the ring the camera gets a close up on his name on the belts. The arena which usually had the occasional smark cheering for kid, is now all boos with recent events. Kid climbs into the ring, gets to his knees, and holds both titles up with his arms spread out. The crowd he's facing boos louder. Kid turns to the other side and does the same thing, which gets the same response. Kid lays both titles on the mat. My name is Dat Kid and for the second time in my career I have beaten the IWT Champion and World Heavyweight Champion in the same night. Dat Kid smiles as the crowd boos so loud that Kid refrains from speaking. My name is Dat Kid and as the precursor to Summerslam you got to see me defeat the main event. You sold out chants start My name is Dat Kid and no matter how loud you boo, chant, cheer, whine, complain, moan, bitch, grunt, scream, and cry I alone am better than what ANY of these so called "generations" have to offer. My name is Dat Kid and it doesn't take an idiot to figure this out, but no matter who wins at Summerslam the only true world champion in the IWT is standing in the ring right....now. The front row is screaming so loud you can hear some of their expletives on the mic. Dat Kid gets out of the ring with his titles and stands in front of a fan who is leaning over the barricade, screaming at Kid. My name is Dat Kid and I am STILL. YOUR. GOD! Dat Kid drops the mic and dangles the championships in front of the fan's face.