It seems like a minor case of chaos is occuring, the wrestlers and all the staff of the XWF and more specifically Wednesday Warfare are arriving at the War room, in preperation for tomorrow's big event. ''Return of the trios'' is what it's being called. Suddenly, a black escalade pulls up and it appears to be none other then Cam Lang who's about to come out of the vehicle. Security gathers around as Lang comes out wearing casual wear, including a pair of sunglasses to blind him from the hundreds of cameras going on and off, taking pictures at the apparent new man. Lang enters the War room to find even more fans that are behind guardrails and seem like they could go down at any moment, Lang looks around with somewhat of a stern look on his face and goes to whisper to one of the guards ears and the big man yells out to everyone.

EVERYONE QUIET THE FUCK DOWN!

The fans just get even more riled up as the guard's attempt obviously did nothing but anger the crowd, but slowly we start to hear a drop in decibles once Cam signals to the crowd with his hands to tone it down. He lowers his hand until the crowd's become quiet enough to be able to hear him. Lang puts his hands in his pockets and just stares on, not even saying a word and just walking the other way as the fans are even louder compared to before and now are being constrained by dozens of security guards
within the War room.

Get me to my room, and make it fucking quick.

The group takes it up a notch and increases their pace, they make it to the a flight of stairs which will go down to the bottom floor of the arena, where all staff and wrestlers are permitted, from there they keep walking down a long and narrow hallway until they make it to a door in which Lang KICKS open and simply vanishes from the sight of the security guards who just shrug and walk away. We're met with Cam who's shown sitting on the floor, seemingly very disgruntled compared to what we've seen in the recent days.

You all don't know what it's like to live without a true identity...

Cam covers his hands over his forehead, trying to calm himself down but to no good use.

I'VE GONE THROUGH MORE IN THESE PAST FEW DAYS THEN ALL OF YOU HAVE IN YOUR LIFETIMES. FOR SOME FUCKING REASON, THE OLD SELF DECIDED TO TAKE A FUCKING CHANCE AND NOT ONLY DID I JUMP FROM THE FUCKING RAFTERS OF THIS PLACE, BUT I DID IT INTO THE RING. I COULD OF DIED, AND WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE CARE ABOUT? AUTOGRAPHS AND YELLING IN MY FACE, WELL ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I'M NOT FUCKING GOING TO ANY OF YOU ANYMORE, I LOOKED BACK AT RECENT PROMOS OF MYSELF AND AS HONEST AS I AM, THE ONE MISTAKE I MADE WAS GIVING ANY OF YOU THE SLIGHTEST AMOUNT OF RESPECT.

Lang is standing by now, pacing very quickly and nervously around the room.

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE IN THE POSITION THAT I'M IN. YOU NEED TO RE LEARN EVERYTHING, YOUR CULTURE, YOUR FAMILY, WHAT YOU DO, EVEN YOUR OWN FUCKING NAME. I MIGHT NOT KNOW MUCH ANYMORE, BUT ONE THING EVEN I CAN TAKE OUT OF MY HEAD IS THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW YOUR OWN FUCKING NAME.

Lang stops and pauses in the middle of the room, and continues to go on.

I have tomorrow to vent off any frustrations I may have, and trust me frustrations are what the fuck is on my mind right now. I'm going to be in the ring with 8 other wrestlers, and although I never remember wrestling a SINGLE match in my fucking life... it feels like it's gonna come naturally for me. I've done A LOT of research and have compounded information about all these people who'll be sharing the ring with me, and decided to give all of you a little preview of what's to come in case you know as little as I do...

Lang takes a seat and has now calmed down by now, one of those mood swings he's been encountering as of late.

There's this first man, and his name is SEBASTIAN DUKE... where is Sebastian Duke? Well I don't know, why don't you ask the idiot that picked him in Peter Gilmour who I THOUGHT had more common sense. This man had a match for the supposed HIGHEST title in this company known as the ''King of the XWF''... as fucking dumb and stupid as that sounds, apparently that's what you're supposed to aspire to be in this place. YOU FIGHT FOR A FUCKING PHONY ASS CROWN...

Anyways, back to this guy ''not showing up'' for the match. I apparently wrestled this man in the past alongside a member of my group known as the EXTREME REVOLUTION, named LJ Havok... and we got our asses handed to us by this man and his partner who's name I can't really remember right now because it was such a insignificant factor at this moment, if I were to guess the worst name possible for this man, that's probably his name. You know, something like Griffin McAllister... but no one would have that name I guess...

All jokes aside, the man seems like he can fight... but whether he's gonna be at the top of his game for this match, well whether he shows up or not it's on my supposed ''friend'' Peter Gilmour. Speaking of this guy, LET'S TALK ABOUT HIM. So if I were to guess how I became aligned with him and after all the research I was able to compile, my ''buddy'' LJ most likely smoked an 8th to himself thus rendering him incapable of making logical and smart decisions for myself and him, which is how we end up with Peter Gilmour. There's something called BIG and something called FAT, this man is both.

I mean come on LJ, the most common thing I've heard lately is how I've apparently been on a streak in where I'm not a victor, but I've beaten this guy before. If I were to make a first impression on him, it would be that this man has a bigger BARK then anything, and even at that it's a feeble attempt at a bark. I've had to look around A LOT, and it's hard not to come over this guy's bullshit that he spews out of his PARM eating MOUTH, but hey I'm the one teaming up with him and another man who actually thinking about it now, apparently costed me my chance at championship a couple weeks ago, but I don't think I have enough time for that...A door slowly opens and someone who appears to be a staff member, slowly opens the door and sees Lang standing tall in the center of the room which still has the lights turned off and the man looks like he pisses his pants and within seconds runs off with the door swinging shut, Cam just ignores it and continues on.

Let me move on to the next group of competitors, and let me discuss the first one who can be the biggest factor for myself at this point and the name is the Egyptian Snow Pharaoh. After this Warfare is over, something called the Lethal Lottery will commence, and this is the person who I picked first on my team. Why would I pick this individual to be on my team? Well, other then completely forgetting EVERYTHING about the ring, this individual who to my understand hasn't wrestled a match yet seems to have promise, whether it's an instict I have about her or not, it just FEELS like the right thing I had to do. I feel like together, we'll have a huge impact and alongside my other pick in Theo Pryce (who's name is sick as fuck by the way) we're going to WIN this entire thing.

Secondly, I can move onto Jessie Diaz. One night I went to while reviewing my entire life in a few short fucking days, was this ''night of sacrifice'' that I participated in. This woman, not only aided me through the first round, but she's the one who got me through to the second round. Why would she do this? Well if it's no surprise, she could of fallen for the looks which I possess, or maybe it's just that what I do in that ring is so damn good. Trust me, I've looked back at enough of the work I've done within the ring and by the looks of it I'm going to fare quite well.

As for this guy named Tri Bute, you're one man who I wasn't able to gather much about. You and I have never met in a ring by my research, and it's been a good thing for you, until now that is. I will be showing to everyone and most importantly MYSELF what I can do in the ring.

Suddenly, the door starts to open again and creeks slowly which gets Cam a little irritated.

STOP OPENING THE FUCKING DOOR.

Ok, Cam's really irritated. But his reasoning of screaming as loud as he possibly could did the trick, as the door slams back shut and he's to himself again.

Finally, after discussing those names we bring ourselves to this ''Congregation''. It's come to my apparent attention that myself and the Congregation have been in this battle I'd like to call it for the past few weeks now. This Congregation is lead by none other then Eli James the fourth, who has been apparently parading around the XWF as if this were his own personal playground. It's also come to my attention, that this man does the same routine week after week after week, and it has all of you fooled. He's spotted in his supposed ''village'', he then proceeds to speak what he believes to be words of wisdom, speaks of his spirituality, and it all ends with his COCK being royally SUCKED by his fucking followers.

These two named Mystica and Alexandra are the ones who'll be accompanying Eli to the ring for this trio's match, and I'll be damned... by everything I've seen and looked up at this point, you all make me sick. I'm sorry, but isn't WRESTLING what we're all supposed to be doing. Telling your love story isn't what this place is about, telling us about personal lives isn't what this place is about, you leave all that bullshit at the door. I couldn't give one FUCK about what the three of you and the rest of the Congregation does outside of this place, but it's the WRESTLING which we should all be focused on.


Lang turns on a light, despite me not telling you the lights have been off the whole time and Lang has been talking to himself in the pitch black (maybe a little delusional). He turns on the lights and he's somehow gotten into his ring gear.

This is what's going to happen, we're all going to FIGHT. All NINE men/women are going to fight until we can no longer dish it out, blood will be spilt, and sweat will be dropped. If there's one thing I can guarantee, is that I will leave my mark on this place. If there's ever a case in where my amnesia returns and I become my old self, I want you all to hear this before I change back.....

I don't regret a fucking thing.