It finally ends tonight...

Lang seems to be in an empty room, the one we saw him in before he had done his Q&A and he appears to be holding something, he flicks the light and the room becomes brighter, but perhaps not the scene as Lang is in his ring gear and
appears to be holding an urn!

This is one thing I have yet to share with the XWF, everyone I want you to meet my father...

The scene is starting to become eerie as Lang is holding the ashes of his very own father.

My father was a very bright man, and above all he stood for his morals unlike many people that walk upon this world... He always told me to be ready for anything and any oppertunity I got to seize that moment and take control of it.

Lang looks at the urn and slowly lays it down on the table, sitting on an armchair next to it.

Much of myself you see today you could see in my father, only differences between myself and him were that he didn't like to get angry, and I don't know what happened down the road but by now some of you know that I do have somewhat of a ''temper''. But dammit, when guys like my opponent for tonight walk around thinking they're a step above everyone else, my father wasn't the one to showboat and when El Rey and his Guide walk around thinking they're here ''by a request'' well dammit that's an insult to everyone of the wrestlers in this company who've busted their asses off to get here.

Lang gets up from the armchair and walks slowly around the room.

But hey, at least the two men are finally here in San Diego, we all saw they've finally reached the War room. We see all the stares they got, and hey I don't blame the locker room, the guy's appearance is pretty intimidating, I mean although I've faced tougher looking guys in my career back in Atlantic Canada, this guy definitely ranks up there for one of the most impressive physiques I've seen in this industry... And apparently he's a pretty good wrestler too, which should be fun for both of us.

Lang continues to walk around, before paying his attention to the urn and slowly
with care picking it up again.

For once we see that his guide was kind of right on something, we saw El Rey and the one we call Nightmare show up face to face, and the guide told El Rey ''you have to beat this rookie Cameron Lang''. I directed a message to Steve Sayors, telling him if he ever called me by my full first name instead of ''Cam'' then I'd snap his fucking neck, and hell that's exactly what his guide called me. Let me tell you another story, I know I've been telling stories all this time leading up to tonight, but bare with me... throughout my life everyone I knew, everyone always called me by ''Cam''. The only one that could ever call me Cameron was this guy right here

Lang signals to the urn and holds it up for everyone to see.

Father, these men's actions are as if they're disrespecting you and I'm not going to have any part of that. You were there with me every step of life and fuck Dad, I miss you...

Lang stops talking and practically falls into the armchair with the urn in his hand, he seems to be getting emotional and perhaps on the verge of tears, but suddenly he slowly starts to laugh.

You two have unlocked a side of me that no one would ever dream of seeing...

Lang continues to slowly laugh as he leaves the urn on the armchair and Land still isn't looking into the camera.

You motherfuckers, I didn't want it to come down to this but I'll be looking to do more then just ''win the fight''. El Rey, dammit please don't blame me if I just take it to the next level tonight, everything that's going to happen will be placed upon you and your guide.

Lang goes behind the armchair and takes out his baseball bat, who's been a trustworthy companion.

Like I said earlier on, my father told me to take any oppertunity and seize it as much as I possibly could, so let me say this... El Rey, I may not be alone tonight.


Lang is laughing his ass off, but still isn't looking at the camera.

This isn't only a message to you El Rey, but everyone in the XWF locker room. I've tried not to get this pissed or show my emotions, but you've let me with no other choice. There's a new revolution as I like to call it making it's way to XWF, a new change in control. Another story, my entire childhood I was always called ''normal''... I was always your average kid, I wasn't the best at anything and I was just there looming amongst my peers, that is until I took up the art of professional wrestling. But here's one thing I didn't sign up for, was to have ignorant motherfucking pricks like you and all the other assholes that lie within this federation. Me and a couple other PROFFESIONAL WRESTLERS have had it with this bullshit and we're going to take this federation upon our control, and this starts tonight when I kick your ass.

Lang finally looks up and has a sadistic look on his face, he turns around and looks at his fathers urn but doesn't take it with him as he kicks the door open in the room and runs out.

TONIGHT IS THE BEGINNING.