Scene: On this very night, of Tuesday the 27th, there's not a bother about. No rain.. No wind.. just a perfect night in other words. Suprisingly, most restaurants and cafe bar's are still open, serving customers from all over the place. Standing in a waiting line to be seated, are two very familiar faces. The camera quickly zooms in, revealing the two male figures to be William Regal and Lance Storm. Both are dressed in neat suits, that make them look rich, classy and apart of a important business association. Lance stands up straight, with his arms in front of him crossed, whilst William Regal is the opposite, holding his hands behind his back. A few moments pass by, before a young man who looks in the 20's approaches them. The waiter greets them with a smile, followed by the picking up of a pen and a 'pen to paper' sequence, so to speak. After that, The waiter grabs two Menu's and leads the way towards their table. The camera follows suit, showing every move that is made. Once they reach their table, which bare in mind is out the back of the cafe, in a little seperate compartment away from the road, Regal and Storm pull their chairs out, in order to take a seat. They push themselves back in quite firmly, whilst being handed a Menu each. The waiter leaves them to choose their desires, walking off back inside the cafe.

'Pure English' William Regal: " Quite the place for two magnificent professional wrestlers such as ourselves, if I do say so myself. "

'Canadas Maple Leaf' Lance Storm: " Indeed it is. One thing's for sure, it couldn't be run by any Americans in this case. "

'Pure English' William Regal: " Without doubt, my jolly good friend. It HAS to be under management by an Englishmen, or a Canadian. "

'Canadas Maple Leaf' Lance Storm: " Exactly William. Americans standards just simply don't reach this high. "

The two of them smirk, comfortably agreeing with one another. They open up the menu's they were given, browsing down the list of "Hot Drinks".

'Pure English' William Regal: " Are you up for a bloody good cup of English Tea, Lance? "

'Canadas Maple Leaf' Lance Storm: " Quite possibly. Infact, of course I am.. nothing beats English Tea. "

'Pure English' William Regal: " Definately right Lance. English Tea is what defines the word of excelling.. and the word of Tea itself. "

'Canadas Maple Leaf' Lance Storm: " I couldn't agree with you more. It reminds me of us, William. Success. Pure success. "

Regal chuckles about Storm's last comment in pure agreement.

'Pure English' William Regal: " We are the total opposite to them scally wags, that we have been put against to put to shame, Lance. All you need to do is take a look at the bloody imbeciles, and you get the picture! Firstly, you have that greasy headed fool, who jumps about like a bloody jack in the box! Then on top of that, you have that bald headed bloody EAGLE.. justin Credible. It's nothing but frigging atrocious! "

Both William Regal and Lance Storm share a disgusted look about the thoughts of X-Pac and Justin Credible. Just at that very moment, the same waiter comes walking back with a pen in hand a little peice of paper. Regal adjusts his suit, whilst the waiter prepares to take their order.

'The Waiter' Cafe Guy: " So guys, are you ready to order? "

'Pure English' William Regal: " Why yes, we are. Just two English Tea's, thank you chap. "

'The Waiter' Cafe Guy: " Alright. They'll be broguht out to you shortly. "

'Pure English' William Regal: " Ah, just divine.. "

The waiter flashes a cheesey grin, moving onto the instructions. As he walks out of the picture, the camera focuses back in on William Regal and Lance Storm, who sit only centimetres away from one another.

'Canadas Maple Leaf' Lance Storm: " Exile should be quite the extravaganza, William. Although, the outcome is fairly obvious to anyone with the slightest touch of professional wrestling knowledge. "

'Pure English' William Regal: " True.. very true. Lance, if you ask me, these two rotten bloody toerags shouldn't even be in the same line as our names, let-a-lone a bloody ring! For heavens sake, what in the HECK was Paul Heyman thinking? The talents of men such as yourselves should NEVER be Under Estimated! We were originated from two great countries! We are the UN-AMERICANS! "

'Canadas Maple Leaf' Lance Storm: " They say respect is earnt.. But William, I think we have well and truely past that stage. We have earnt more then we have been giving.. Fact is, these mungrals are keeping us DOWN! Rest assure, on Exile, X-Pac and Justin Credible will be introduced to us.. First hand. They will be given the opportunity, to lay down on the mat in order for us to take the easy win.. Or, we could make life for them, by destroying every bone in their weak bodies! It's as simple, as that.. "

'Pure English' William Regal: " We have more bloody doubters then Iraq has people blowing up themselves! It's bloody disgraceful! Two fine, Un-beatable Lads like ourselves shouldnt even have to ASK for respect. For heavens above, we are the bloody best this industry has ever laid eyes on. For one, you have the Goodwill Ambassador.. The Pure Englishmen, who is respected by the thousands, and thousands of well mannered English Men, and English Women. Then you have yourself, Lance Storm, the Canadian Icon, the chap who's feet are KISSED back in your home country.. But here... In The United States Of America.. It's Every Fat Bloody PRICK For Themselves! It truely is quite the travesty, my friend. "

'Canadas Maple Leaf' Lance Storm: " Indeed it is. "

Just after Lance finishes his last line, the male waiter comes back with two English Tea's on his black tray, for carting the items around to the customers. He places the English tea's in front of both Gentlemen, whilst smiling, being as friendly as possible.

'The Waiter' Cafe Guy: " Two English Tea's.. "

'Pure English' William Regal: " Jolly good job. "

'Canadas Maple Leaf' Lance Storm: " Absolutely marvelous. Thank yourself, lad. "

'The Waiter' Cafe Guy: " (Grinning Widely) Thank you Gentlemen. It's much appreciated.. I hope you enjoy them. "

'Pure English' William Regal: " I'm sure we will chap. "

All three men exhcange friendly smirks, before the Waiter walks out of the picture once again, leaving just the two ; William regal, and Lance Storm.. again.

'Pure English' William Regal: " Ahh, what a bloody good bloke. "

'Canadas Maple Leaf' Lance Storm: " It's amazing.. He HAS to be Canadian, or English. There's no chance hes American, at all. "

'Pure English' William Regal: " Yes, your right. Not a chance in the world. Just like that greasy haired Bloody BASTARD, and that Bold Eagle! They have NO chance what-so-ever.. The Odds are Stacked against them, and it's for a bloody good reason to. They have to realize, and come to terms with the simple fact that this is William Regal, and Lance Storm where talking about here. Two of the very best, this bloody company has ever seen. Thing is, unfortunately, we have to prove tofor these peanut brain idiots, that the Class you see right in front of you is as high as it gets. Call us what you bnloody like.. Cream of the crop.. The men who bring home the bacon and eggs.. Either way, where kicking the living DAYLIGHTS out of X Pac and Justin Credible! They stand no friggin' match for the likes of us! (Regal Pauses For A Moment) By the end of Exile, not only will X-Pac experience greasy untouchable bloody hair.. But the color of his own blood, RED, will stain his friggin' HEAD! As for Justin Credible, I will smash his " coconut " on the ground like a bloody sack of potateos! Whether they like it or not, sunshine.. They will find themselves in a whole lot of trouble. Them dirty, stinkin' bloody big toads will be found out.. To be "