I just don't think people are taking me seriously.

Lang looks down to himself, in his wrestling gear and a hoodie, with the hood over his face...

You can't question what I've brought to the XWF... I've been here for just a month and I've already created so much chaos. You have the triple threat match this upcoming Madness, where me and LJ will take over... you have tonight, this tournament where literally ANYTHING can happen...

But wait a second? The word around the yard is that Peter Gilmour has been banned from action? In nothing but respect Jessie, I would of had the pleasure of kicking his ass out of here... you didn't need to bar him from this event but regardless I'll look forward to disposing of whoever is in front of me. Whether it be Andrew Morrison, or Gilmour's replacement John Black. I have an easy road ahead of myself don't I? Some would say yes, regardless I'm going to treat every match like it's my last.

But do you know what really gets to me? Everyone feels like they're going to make it to the final match-up.

Lang laughs, with the hood still over his face as I guess he doesn't want to have his face appear on camera?

You're all pathetic, I'll make it seem fit to make sure that I'm in that main event. I don't see myself going down without a fight, I know I'm a better competitor, I know I exude more charisma, nothing's holding me back from going all out. Yeah, I might be heading into a triple threat tag team TLC match for the titles, but my goal coming into the XWF was to be noticed... I believe I'm accomplished that goal, but I feel like it's for the wrong reasons.

Yeah, I may of lost to the U.S champion and his #1 contender, yeah I might of lost my debut here in the XWF... but I think I've come to the conclusion about these faults I've had within my time here. I think it's obvious that someone doesn't want me to excel, the same goes for LJ. Whether it's Paul Heyman, or someone relaying the message to Paul Heyman, they didn't want me and LJ to win our match previous Madness so they screwed us over... but guess what? We still somehow made it into the triple threat TLC match...

I'm not sure whether it was because someone felt guilty or someone else with higher authority decided it wasn't fair and that the Walrus fucked us over... but he made one of the biggest mistakes of his career as GM of Madness. You didn't want to do that Paul, you may of had the satisfaction of doing what you did for a few hours until justice was served... but let me warn you Paul, don't get in our way. I don't care if I'd be leaving this place or not, I will not reject the option of kicking your ass.

Sorry, where was I... this tournament. I might as well let you all know what's going to happen, as I already have the outcome right in my mind. My first ''stop'' of the night will be against Sincere Lee Wild, who I admit I've looked back on some of her past action and she could move. However, this isn't exactly your standard rules match-up. I believe the official name for it is the ''fans bring the porn match'' which I admit, I don't think I've ever competed in anything as stupid... but it'll definitely make for interesting TV.

Followed by that...

Lang reveals his face to us for the first time, however something's different... maybe it's the big scar he has one side of his face. He goes on to reveal a single piece of barbed wire in his hand.

Followed by my ''victory'' over Sin, we have a thumbtack and barbed wire match... I've definitely seen my fair share of wire and tacks over the years and trust me when I say I have nothing but FUN with this. Even if it's me having my head rubbed against the wire, or even if it's me being put down on the hundred of tacks... it motivates me more than anything. The pain is simply not there, I feel nothing... that's something so invigorating about me, you can do all the damage you want but I'm not going down easy... Which brings me into the main event...

BOOM! Lang doesn't react at all, as something in the backround apparently exploded... the lights randomly change colours, until we get a shade of yellow filling up the scene. Lang pulls out his signature baseball bat which he has yielded to the ring many times in the past.

This is simply a fucking insanity match. Just think of the possibilities, anything can happen. Anyone can come down, they cause hell and leave. You can get hit by a chair, a hammer, this baseball bat, a kendo stick, this baseball bat, a 2x4, A CHAIR WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE, EXPLODING TABLES, LADDERS, MR.XWF'S HUGE VAINY DICK, SWIFT ION'S PLAGIARISM, THE BIG BANG ITSELF...

Lang stops and feels nothing more than confident.

It doesn't matter what happens, I don't care if I win, I don't care if I lose. I have one goal going into this match, and that's simply to raise hell. I wish nothing but luck for my opponents, you better bring it because I'm not going down unless you ''put me to sleep''.

LET'S HAVE SOME FUN.