Perth, Australia
Hotel Ibis Perth
September 24, 2014
10:32 AM

An outside shot of the hotel in which Woe is staying is shown.



The scene transitions from the outside image of the hotel to Woe inside his room wearing a black wife-beater and black pants going through his stuff deciding on what to bring with him to the arena for the biggest math of his career. He scratches his head through the mask and sets a couple of shirts into the duffel bag.

WOE: Tonight is the biggest match of my career, and it's against a bed-shitter like Shades. Oh and there's this Luke Gunnar kid who is going to be reprimanded for that little incident that occurred at my former residence. Although you weren't alone, I already destroyed those who were assisting you. Come tonight, I'll add you to that list. Thus far all we've seen from the loose cannon is him getting his ass kicked and losing his cool. I can relate to the losing cool, but think you're leaving this match unscathed. However, you've been rather quiet thus far... The one I'm more concerned with is sir blabber mouth.

Woe places his boots and his gloves in the bag. He smiles as he lifts up the next item: a bag of marbles.

WOE: Hmm... do you think I should bring this bag of marbles to the arena tonight? After all, it's a nice way to pass the time before the matches start. Also I'll bring them just in case Shades or Gunner needs a pair of stones.

Woe places the bag of marbles in his duffel bag. Woe then reaches beside himself and picks up a bottle of lubricant. He looks at the camera set on the nightstand and shrugs.

WOE: I don't know what Knightypoo has in store for after the match with the incapacitated Gunner. But just in case Mr. Knight needs it, I brought him something to make his fun a little bit easier.

The behemoth sets the bottle in the duffel bag as he chuckles to himself. The next item is a bottle of vodka. It is a highly-priced bottle of Grey Goose that Woe has bought specifically for Mr. Shades. Woe looks at the bottle and admires its quality.

WOE: The last thing I need to bring with me is this bottle of Grey Goose Vodka. This stuff is top of the line, and I've bought it just for you. In fact, I'm going to give it to you after I beat your ass tonight. You may be asking yourself why Mr. Woe would be buying you an expensive bottle of alcohol. Well the simple matter of fact is... you might want it to drown your sorrows in after the knight and I punish you so severely. You spoke a lot of noise right before the big night as if I wouldn't hear it. Alas, Slim Shadesy, I did. You can crack jokes about my name all you want, but it won't change the fact that Woe means one thing. Whenever you step into the ring with me, you will feel great sorrow and distress because you know your chances of winning have descended to 0%. As for me screaming my lungs out in a bar, I do that because I can. Who's going to tell Big Bad Woe that he can't do as he pleases?

Woe places the vodka in the bag and closes the bag. He scratches the back of his head and rolls his neck. He hasn't been this long without Toxin-7 in awhile. Nothing has really changed about him except his hands do slightly shake from time to time. When Woe notices this, he shakes them, and they return to normal.

WOE: Knight, I apologize that I will not be at my full capacity tonight, but my 98% is far more than necessary to take care of these two buffoons. I will march down to the ring tonight and punch both of those men square in the face and then the kidneys and then the chest and all that followed by the cajones. Well... maybe the marbles actually.

Woe chuckles to himself as he stands up to face the camera.

WOE: I hope you boys realize that I'm not coming to the Perth Arena to be a fight to pad your resume. No, no. Woe is coming to do the one thing that he's wanted to do since joining the XWF: win in the main event. And Shades... you're a coward. Just look at the way in which you won the Universal Championship. You re-debuted under a different guise and then cashed in your briefcase that your former guise had earned. Looks like desperation to me. You claim that Crimson Face wasn't responsible for it, but he empowered you and even attacked your foe. Without The Crimson Face, I'm not sure you would be even a factor. However, Crimson Face is one of the referees for our encounter. The other referee has yet to show his face, and I'm doubt he even shows up. How convenient for you. Well let me tell you one thing before I end this tirade. Woe is the Big Bad Wolf, and you're the third little pig. You built your house up strong with bricks. But I'm going to huff and I'm going to puff, and I'm going to dismember your house brick by brick until the roof falls in on you. So see you in the ring, punto.