Woe is sitting on his personal flying shuttle, South Amerikan Airlines, as he stews over everything transpiring at once. He has a match with the newly crowned Universal Champion come Wednesday, an unexplained circumstance has arisen back home in the jungles of South America, and he has a match with DShadows at the upcoming Shove It weekend extravaganza. Woe looks at the camera being held by one of his rooks. He grunts and pops his knuckles one at a time slowly.

WOE: Shades... or Angelus... or whoever you are. You don't stand a Shade of a chance in the ring with Woe. You may speak highly of your predicament, but all you really sound is pathetic. You sound like an attention-depraved, paranoid-ridden, low-class child. You go around begging and pleading for assholes to help you out and offer them title shots. What they don't realize is that you're a liar and a thief. As soon as you get what you desperately require, you'll forget about all of those promises you made. Wish to know why? Because you're spineless. You claim that foes such as Enigma, Eli James IV, and Kendall are lazy and part timers yet... what the fuck are you? You win a briefcase and then disappear for how long? A YEAR?! And you have the cajones to call Eli, Enigma, and Kendall part timers who only show up when they want to? What a self-centered son of a bitch. You're worse than they are. You say you'll be a fighting champion, but what you really mean is that you'll win on October 1st and disappear. What a champion you're going to turn out to be. Oh wait... there's something you've forgotten. There's a week before that match. You seem so preoccupied with that fatal-4-way on the 1st that you've forgotten what lies before you on the 24th. An ass whipping in case you need me to spell it out for you. I may think Tommy Gunn is a sack of shit, but he's right about you. You ran around crying about Kendall possibly cashing in on you, but, if you actually gave two shits about this show, you would've known she had cashed in. So what the graphic was wrong? You weren't labeled the Universal Champion until two or three days later. Does that mean it isn't true? Of fucking course not.

You seem to underestimate me. Gunner seems to underestimate me. Everyone on this GOD DAMN roster seems to underestimate me, but Shades? Gunner? Underestimate Woe and I'll break you over my knee just like an infant. Shades you went through my story and highlighted random words like a school girl in Biology class and that's supposed to mean something? I can highlight words in your promo too and make you look like a an ass-clown too. In fact at one point you actually said, 'Shades allows himself to get some much needed Gunner head.' Weird man, but you do you. Somehow I just think Luke Gunnar is too good for you.

Speaking of Luke Gunner, that fucker hasn't got a clue. He thinks I need this Toxin-7 to kick his ass?

Woe laughs as he smashes the table next to him with a blow. Woe looks at the table before reverting his attention to the camera.

WOE: I don't, Gunner. I use Toxin-7 now to ensure that you meet your demise without losing your head. And you say that you're going to cut off my Toxin-distributor? Are you a fucking moron? I AM MY DISTRIBUTOR. I make it, I sell it, and I use it. Well actually I only sell Toxin-6 because Toxin-7 is too addictive for normal people. Nevertheless, you can't cut off the distributor without killing me.

Woe laughs but suddenly stops. He looks at the camera and looks over across the cabin to see Bishop.

WOE: Andre! How close are we?

ANDRE/BISHOP: We're about to descend now, sir!

WOE: Good, good.

The plane descends and stops. Woe rushes out of the plane and hears gunfire everywhere. He looks and several of the Rooks are fighting off the hoards of men dressed in all black rushing towards the center of the jungle. Woe smells the scent of burning chemicals and wood. Woe's eyes get big as he storms through the forest. He gets to a few men dressed in black and smashes their heads into trees that he passes. Woe keeps running and running until he finally gets to the location of the inferno...

His house. The home and the lab beneath it had to be burning to create this big of a blaze. Woe falls to his knees and looks on in shock. He growls furiously and punches the Earth beneath him. He rushes around finding any of the men in black and smashing, ripping, and dismembering any that he gets his hands on. He destroys all of them and continues staring distraught into the orange and yellow flames. Bishop walks up to Woe and places a hand on his shoulder.

BISHOP: We can start again my liege. We know the recipe. Do you know who did this?

Woe stands up, pops his neck and turns around to face Bishop and the few remaining rooks.

WOE: I do... and that morsel of a man will pay with his life.

Woe snarls as he stomps off into the jungle with the men behind him.