Do you want to know why we're going to beat you two?

Wait a second, let me replace the word beat. Do you know why we're going to destroy the two of you? Well I can answer that question simply, in fact everyone should be able to. There's a fine line between the two of you and myself and LJ.

Me and LJ are wrestlers, we've come to the XWF to WRESTLE. As for the two of you, I don't know whether you've come to spread the word of your religion, or try and convert us to an all mormon federation, which I admit would be funny. The two of you couldn't even fathom of competing with us.

We see Lang for the first time, greeting us with a camera. He seems to be sitting in a rather luxurious area, as we look out a small area and we appear to be high above the clouds. It seems Lang is flying out to somewhere.

Troy was nice enough to lend me a private jet for myself, I'm on my way to Kansas City, where our next Madness will be held.

Suddenly a door is heard and Lang turns around, Liz Weinberg comes walking out of the back room and is about to sit down until Lang gets up. Liz seems ''ready to go'' and Lang grabs onto her hand. They walk by the camera and Cam gives a wink to the camera...

SOME TIME LATER...

A voice is heard over the P.A within the jet and Lang is buckled up...

Please get ready for landing.

Lang is used to this, he flew a lot when he was younger. He looks out his window and they appear to be in the clouds, until moments later they get out of them and the entire city of Kansas is there for Lang's eyes. It's appears to be a clear day, and Lang takes it in.

You know... this has all gotten to be really fast. A boy from Atlantic Canada, has only been to the States a few times and now look at me, week after week going around from state to state, San Diego, Philidelphia, San Diego, now Kansas City... this has all been breathtaking.

Lang continues to look outside, he tries to ignore it but as the plane descends the pressure is changing and Lang can feel it in his ears. Eventually, they finally land and he seems relieved. He stands up and stretches out, a stewardess opens up the jet door and Lang walks out to a much different atmosphere. It's very rainy and windy, however within seconds he has two men on each side, one man opens up an umbrella and within seconds covers up all three of them.

Holy shit, Troy's got it too good.

I know...

One of the guards replies and they both can't help but laugh a bit. They appear to go through a private entrance into the airport.

Why are we going through here?

It appears you have a following kid, a few fans are here to see you.

Um... see me?

They eventually go out into the public area of the airport, and Lang to his astonishment sees hundreds of fans standing and cheering when they see Lang. More men start to surround Cam and he's taken back by it still, they start moving quickly and he can't help but wave to the fans.

What the fuck...

You'll get used to it eventually.

They eventually arrive outside of the airport, an Escalade is already awaiting Lang and he gets into the back seat, alongside with the two guards and a driver. They drive away to the fans chanting Lang's name.

A LITTLE WHILE LATER.

We're inside an empty arena, we can assume it's the Kemper arena as there's a ring within the centre of everything. Many workers and staff seem to be getting everything in order, we pan around until we see a man sitting high up within the nosebleed section. We zoom in to see Cam Lang, hood over his head looking down on everything.

This is somewhat of a ''ritual'' I like to do. I always look down on the arena itself, as this is where I do my business. My life could be ended just like that, or I could do the same... you need to take in each arena for what it's worth because you just might not end up coming back.

Lang stands up and leans against a rail, overlooking the arena and looks back at the camera.

I've said it once and I'll said it again, the ''Church'' will be short lived, we're coming for you.