
Esteban: *yelling over the explosions* I finally got away long enough to kick Bad Boy J's ass Saturday night! Boy did it feel good, it even brought up troop morale to the point where we pushed the Edmonions back! Now, Thursday night I have a match against Kronic. Now Kronic...I've tried to smoke you before, but I didn't inhale...where have I heard that before? Oh yeah, that ass of a country...America and your ass of a president Bill Clinton!!! Kronic I'll bring my paper Thursday night and...*Jester taps Esteban on the shoulder and whispers something*...oh I see. Ok then, Kronic I got a little off topic but that won't happen Thursday. Plus the way I see it, you're ass is grass and I'm gonna smoke it anyway! I'm beginning to think everything around the battle field is going good and that means I can focus on the USWA more, and focus on obtaining that USWA title even if I have to defeat Kunz to get it. But right now, I wanna tell you something...I'm a Canadian! I love Canada! I know a lot of you have stereotipical images of me and my countrymen. Let me recite this passage for you, ahem:
Hey,
I am not a lumber jack or a fur trader,
and I don't live in an igloo or eat blubber or own a dog sled,
and I don't know Jimmy, Sally or Suzie from Canada
although I am certain they're really really nice
I have a Prime Minster not a president.
I speak English and French, not American, and I pronounce it about, not a boot.
I can proudly sew my countries flag on my back pack,
I believe in peace keeping not policing, diversity not assimilation,
and that the beaver is a truly proud and noble animal.
A toque is a hat, a chesterfield is a couch.
And it is pronounced zed, not zee, zed.
Canada is the second largest landmass,
the first nation of hockey,
and the best part of North America, my name is
Esteban, and I am Canadian.
Thank You.

::::The camera goes out as we here Esteban shouting at his troops::::
