Mr. El Rey...

We're in a empty arena and in this arena lies a ring, where we see our very own Cam Lang who seems to be pondering to himself and eventually notices a camera and he turns to it's direction.

Mr. El Rey and the XWF, I think it's best you know a little more about myself. I do go by my real name of Cam Lang, where we are right now is Fredericton, New Brunswick... a small city which lies in NB as we like to call it, in the great white north of Canada.

He starts to pace around the ring, and continues to look at the camera.

Like many of us in the industry of professional wrestling, I too became a fan at a young age, in fact my youngest memory involves watching WCW every monday night, whether it'd be Lex Luger, Sting, Hulk Hogan and the NWO, the late Randy Savage, you could say I was a WCW guy over that other promotion that we all know and love...

Lang winks as we all know he's suggesting the WWE which was then known as the WWF.

Being from the ''Atlantic provinces'' as we so like to call it here in Canada, there were not many times in my life where I was able to witness live wrestling, not of course I joined a federation here in my hometown which did travel to different places across our Atlantic provinces where I performed each and every night as a matter of fact, sometimes it would be for hundreds, other times it would be for tens of people.

Lang leans and sits on the middle rope.

But here's where I start to get a little pissed off El Rey, when I got the oppertunity to join this company I immidiately jumped on it, I knew it was the next step in my conquest to ultimately be the best in this industry and I did say a lot of you in a good manner, but I'm thinking I may take those words back. You see, who in the hell do you think you are?

Lang gets off of the rope and climbs onto the top turnbuckle and takes a seat.

You think you're some sort of loyalty? I know you still don't know of our match Mr. Rey, but why should it take one of our representatives to come and ''search for you'' even saying that makes me sick to my fucking stomach, you should always be ready to compete Mr. El Rey and that doesn't mean secluding yourself in the middle of a fucking forest.

Lang is getting pretty ticked off now.

The fact that you're even out there, the fact that you would even ''wait'' to be searched for to inform you that you have a match, you should want to compete as soon as possible. I thought you had a drive to compete, one of the very few times where I can say I am apparently wrong, and let me get one thing straight here... After doing my own research and after getting to learn of some of the bigger stars here, I can say that this place has a lot of pretentious little pricks, and I guess we'll be able to add you onto the list.

Lang hops off of the turnbuckle and is pacing faster then before.

Like I said, I don't think I'll be getting along with many of the wrestlers around here but I can respect all these wrestlers and how they show up to work and want to fight. You expect to be ''sought out'' as you think you're some sort of monarch and as if you control when you get to wrestle? You know what? Fuck you El Rey.


Lang sticks his middle finger to the camera and continues on...

This is from me and the rest of XWF roster, and eventually when Sayors finds you and informs you of our match, you better get ready big guy... and trust me when I say this, there will be nothing more satisfying than kicking your teeth right down your throat.

Lang is smiling now...

This is the last thing you wanted to happen El Rey, trust me... I may not be the biggest guy around here, I may not be the most intimidating, but when I say this I hope you get every word of it, you don't want to piss me off because even if the match ends I can personally guarantee you that I'll still be going at it with you, that's it for now Mr. El Rey and if you even think that this is bad, you haven't experienced the beginning of what I have to dish out, and years down the road Mr. El Rey while you continue to seclude yourself... I'll be here, busting my ass and will be or will be continuing my way to the very top.

Lang gets out of the ring and eventually walks through a curtain, we are then met with a final shot of the empty ring.