Tyson Kidd steps out onto the stage, wearing trunks with a red Maple Leaf on them, proudly representing his home country of Canada. In Tyson's hand a microphone and by his side is none other than his girlfriend, the third generation Anvilette, Natalya Neidhart. Natalya follows Tyson down the ramp, waving a Canadian flag above her head.
Tyson doesn't waste any time as he begins to speak before he and Natalya can even get into the ring.
Tyson Kidd
Do any of you know exactly who I am? That's a stupid question, of course you know who I am but because we are in a dump of a town like Dallas, you folks may not know who I am. Hell, Texans don't really know a lot of things do they? Not really...the most intelligent people in the world. What do you expect though, this whole country is filled with unintelligent, obese, vulgar, wastes of skin, who should have just been aborted. If any of you were my children, there would be now way in hell I would keep you. I'm just going to go out on a limb here, but a lot of your mothers are alcoholics, hell I would be too if I had a child like any of you here in this hole of a town. I don't know what's worse? Your troglodyte children! Or your load of lard that you call your girlfriends, all of you are pathetic. All these fat, disgusting American women I see in the crowd make me sick. None of you have anything on the beautiful dame I have on my arm, Ms. Natalya Neidhart, while all your boyfriends pleasure themselves to images of her at night, because they can't get a real woman. All of you are pathetic, every last one of you, you're all wastes of space, just like this rotten country. I hate America, just like I hate Texas, and just like I hate all of you. Tell em' Nattie!
While the crowd begins to boo loudly, Tyson takes his girlfriend, grabbing a handful of her hair, dips her down and the two lock lips in the middle of the ring as the fans boo the Canadian couple. After almost thirty seconds, they break the kiss and Natalya has the microphone.
Natalya Neidhart
Well said Tyson, you all....you're all pathetic. Ladies, take a good look at Tyson, that is what a real man looks like, unlike your man, Tyson has an amazing body, he's an amazing lover, and he has an actual career, unlike your men who are either unemployed, or collecting welfare. That's how almost everyone in this poor excuse of a country lives though, always needing a handout and unable to support themselves. Both myself and Tyson are self made successes, we've both made it. Which can't be said for Tyson's opponent, Al Snow. See Al Snow, is an out of shape, hasbeen, that I'm guessing thinks he still has something left in the tank, but let's be real here Al, you didn't have much in the tank back in 1998, so get every thought out of your head, and Heads' head, about beating Tyson. You have about as good of a chance of beating Tyson, as any of these redneck fans do. This match really shouldn't even take place, Tyson and I should be on to bigger and better things, not wrestling some C-List hardcore...wrestler, and that pains me to even say, Tyson should be in the main event, I know this is our first time in an Anarchy ring, but he's already better than not only each and everyone of you, he's also better than each and every member of the Anarchy roster. You're all going to see Tyson defeat Al Snow, and he would love to beat every single one of you, but it looks like Diabetes might do that first.
Natalya kisses Tyson on the cheek and hands him back the microphone.
Tyson Kidd
Very well said baby, isn't she hot? Even better, she's Canadian. That's exactly why we're both better than all of you, because of that sole reason, we're Canadian. Which when it comes down to it, makes us smarter. See unlike you Americans, instead of sitting on my rear-end for years watching Honey Boo Boo, or Teen Mom, and constantly tweeting, I was training my ass off at the legendary Hart Dungeon in Calgary, honing my craft and becoming the very best. None of you know what hard work and determination is, I do. I've poured my blood, sweat, and tears on this mat, while all of you pour your fat sodas in a Big Gulp. So none of you have the right to get mad at me, I'm a success, I've made it, you should look at yourself before pointing the finger at me, calling me the bad guy. I'm not the one you need to be angry at, be mad at your parents, because they're failures just like you. Face it, you're all losers, and of your kids will be losers. Natalya & I are from a bloodline that contains perfection, and skill, something none of you have, and some Al Snow definitely doesn't have. I'm Tyson Kidd, I'm the real deal, I'm proud to be from Canada, and I'm the Crown Prince of this company.