We seem to be in an empty park, day has gone and night has risen.
Lang sits alone on a bench and is looking up at the sky before
turning his direction to the camera.

Next Wednesday will be the start of something special, it will be my
very first appearance on XWF. As for my opponent, he goes by the name
''El Rey'' which apparently to my knowledge translates to... the king?

Lang smirks and takes a few seconds until his next phrase.

The king? Hell i'll give that to you ''KING''. You seem to
be a wrestlers wrestler dontcha big guy? 6 foot 3 and 275 pounds
of pure muscle. And hey, who the hell am I? Hell I'm 65 pounds lighter than
you I'm sure you could throw me around like a ragdoll.

Lang continues to smile until looking back at the camera with a more
serious expression.

Or maybe... maybe you couldn't. You see ''El Rey'' one thing we can relate
to is our compete level and the skill of honing our craft. I can respect the fact that you've travelled the world and seen everything there is to be seen, while keeping your motivation to train to become the best. That's another thing I can respect abou you, we both strive to be the best, hell between me and you personally as a WRESTLER the one thing you should have in mind is to be the damn best in this industry, and for that reason I can respect you El Rey, but the one thing I can't respect is how you refer to yourself as a self proclaimed king.

Lang sits up from the bench and starts walking alongside a trail.

On a english level, I'm gonna call you King alright buddy? First off, I'm not the smartest guy out there, but I know a few things. One thing I know is that the fact is you change your name wherever you compete, I can understand why you would do that... but a king is someone who's a sovereign or monarch, an authority over a certain base... whether that be a group of people or an entire country.

Lang suddenly stops and seems to be thinking to himself, before he continues on walking.

It's funny how I just realised this and no disrespect here ''KING'', but it seems like too many damn people around here think they call the shots. Now by all means, I'm a new guy around here and I know I'll need to build up a reputation and hold onto it, but from what it seems being a king around here nowadays is being nothing but a whinny, ignorant, self absorbed, ego-maniacal little bitch.

El Rey, what I'm really trying to say is maybe you didn't pick the smartest character for yourself, but hey like I said who am I? But ''King'' in all seriousness, I honestly hope you bring it just as much as I'm anticipating. Nothing nowadays fuels me more than new competition, and with your extensive knowledge on every technique and every hold and every style of combat and professional wrestling... it should be a good fight.

Lang stops again and it seems like we've walked a big circle, ending up at the same bench we met Lang at. He takes a seat and puts one leg over the other.

King, if there's one thing people should about me is that you shouldn't take me for granted. Hell, I may be smaller, I may not of travelled as much as you have, I might not know as many moves as you, but one thing I do know are the moves I have in my arsenal and trust me I can execute these moves with a great deal of pain alongside them.

Lang smiles and sighs a gasp of relief as he lays back.

King, wherever you are... I hope you're getting ready, but this is all for now... sweet dreams.

Lang slowly laughs to himself as we get a final shot of Lang looking up at the night sky.