GRRRRRRRR!

We are met with a shot of nightfall, the very same park Lang had addressed El Rey in and we see him sitting down on the very same bench.

I feel as if I owe the fans and everyone out there to respond to these outrageous comments and allegations made by Mr. Rey and his so called ''guide''. You see, this isn't very important and I know none of you will know why I'm about to say this but bear with me... since none of us know your name because you haven't properly introduced yourself, let me call you guide. If I hear you calling me by my full name of ''Cameron'' ever again I'm gonna snap your fucking neck and that's a promise.

Lang seems to calm himself down as he doesn't want to go off on a tyrant just yet.

You know what? There's just so many things wrong with what we saw on that helicopter that I'm going to need to do a bit more recapping and will need to break this up into sections. Firstly, who the fuck does Steve Sayors think he is? I don't know if he had a severe case of jetlag but you don't call me a fucking rookie Sayors, I've been competing in the ring for nearly 8 years and have done nothing but bust my ass off and I'm not gonna let some idiot interviewer say anything otherwise. So for now on, get your facts straight idiot. As for El Rey and his supposed guide, here's the best part about you ''not knowing about me'' you don't know what I've accomplished. Now don't get me wrong, I haven't wrestled a fucking bear before, or have wrestled in a country with a civil war taking place because quite frankly I'm not that stupid... but I've wrestled my fair share of ''giants'' and let me tell you, I'm still here standing today.

When he says that, Lang sits up and walks the very same trail he did the first time he talked about El Rey.

I know many of you expect me to be pissed and furious when the supposed guide says something like ''I was the best in my 10 man high school wrestling league'' that's kind of funny, let them think I haven't accomplished great tasks in the ring because honestly that's a psychological advantage on my part, El Rey's gonna be in for a little bit of a surprise when he steps into the ring with me. I've said this before and I'll say this again, the dude's fairly big but size and strength don't always win you matches. Let's compare us to Brains vs Brawn, he may of learnt and studied practically every style of wrestling, but so have I...

Lang sighs to himself as we continue our walk.

It's too bad El Rey, it would of been better for your career if you would end up winning your debut match, let me remind Steve Sayors and the two other idiots one thing... we can call this a clean slate, I don't think anyone gives a damn about how many people you've possibly killed or your accomplishments anywhere around the world, to remind you we're in a place called the XWF and in this place you're nothing.

Lang realizes he's come up with more material to spew out.

One thing that really pisses me off about this whole thing, is how this guy seems to think he's a level beyond everyone else. Ok, so you wrestled overseas and in your spare time you meditate... good for you? It's not only you Mr. El Rey, we have a few assholes in this place who are similar and probably worse than you are and I'll get to them in the future... but we aren't focusing on the future, but more so the here and now, and here and now we have a fight in two days which I will come out victorious.

Lang has reached the bench as he's completed the loop and takes a seat.

Each second is killing me, I need to get into the ring and prove why I belong here, and who better to beat than an asshole who thinks he's above everyone else like El Rey. What Mr. Rey and his guide don't seem to realize is everything is forgotten. Your past doesn't matter, you're in a different land now and in this land we're both at a record of 0-0... One more day, ONE MORE DAY...

Lang spreads out and lies on the bench looking at the stars...

There was another thing, El Rey believes in the art of meditation, so what I did was took a seat on this very bench and I attempted to go into a deep state of relaxation and you know what it did for me? Absolutely nothing, you see while I was here ''meditating'' that time could of been used in a more efficient manner, like training perhaps. But hell, I've been training for this match for about 8 years and tomorrow we're truly going to see that the work paid off.

Lang goes to his back pocket and pulls out the tiger mask he had worn previously to mock El Rey, he lets out a sarcastic growl as the final shot sees Lang get up from the bench and leaves the tiger mask on it.

ONE MORE DAY.