The rain falls all around the jungle as the animals are all hiding to avoid getting drenched. One beast prowls the forest bed awaiting an opportunity to leap at its victim. It spots it. The victim, a large capybara, moves slowly oblivious to the obvious danger surrounding him. The capybara moves into an open field in the rain and is looking for cover. What it finds is much worse. The beast leaps from its hiding place and tackles the capybara. It begins ripping and clawing at the flesh of the rodent. The capybara slowing stops moving. The jaguar continues its feast upon the over-sized rat. It notices something isn't right. It turns to check its surroundings but it's too late. The over-sized fist comes down on the head of the jaguar killing it instantly as its body writhes around on the floor.

The large foot of the murderer stops on the body holding it until it ceased moving.

The lightning flashes showing the masked face of the gargantuan masked man. Woe lifts the lifeless panther's body as well as the remnants of the capybara. He begins walking through the storm carrying both carcases.

WOE: Survival. It's kill or be killed in the jungles of South America. I grew up in these forests learning how to test life's chances and how to learn my limits. I've lived on the land for over a month. I've killed every notable animal in this jungle with the exception of one. Once I acquire the location of that perra, I shall wear his pelt to the ring. My name is Woe. My birth name is not any of your concern as no one has addressed me that way in ages.

The large man opens the door to his small abode. He walks to the corner and lays his fresh kill in a tub. He walks over to the center of the room and slides a mat out of the way. Underneath it, a steel door with a lock is shown. Woe hits some buttons on the keypad and the door opens. It reveals a staircase down. Woe descends the stairs and walks down a hallway that leads into a large open room. The scene reveals a large group of people working with chemicals. Woe walks in and everyone turns and bows for a moment before resuming their duties. Woe walks up to the man who is standing watch over them.

WOE: Where is my pack, Bishop?

BISHOP: It... it's right here, Master Woe.

Bishop hands over the pack. Woe stares a hole through him. Bishop begins trembling.

WOE: What? You expect me to put this on myself, you inconsiderate imbecile?

BISHOP: No, no. Of course not!

Bishop runs around the enormous mass of Woe and removes Woe's empty pack and replaces it quickly. Woe breathes in the chemicals and roars in delight. He notices something and turns to bore another hole through Bishop as he shakes.

WOE: How much dosage did we agree to for this load, Bishop?

BISHOP: Uh um... 2x the normal load, sir?

WOE: TWO TIMES? TWO FUCKING TIMES?! FUCK NO. I STATED 3X YOU INCOMPETENT MORON!

Woe begins to calm down for a minute. He walks up to Bishop and puts an arm around him.

WOE: There, there it's okay. No need to cry! You there, Rook. Come hither.

A subordinate of Bishop walks up and stands before them.

WOE: Now, Rook. How would you feel about a promotion?

At this, Bishop tries to run, but is held by his waistband and pulled back into the arms of Woe. He lifts him into the air and back down onto his knee. Bishop lies there for a minute before a big hunting knife goes straight through his neck. Woe wipes his knife on Bishop. He picks up the hat of Bishop and throws it to Rook. Rook looks at it confused.

WOE: Congrats. You're now my Bishop. Don't fuck it up.

Woe walks back up the safe and unlocks it. He steps back into his home and begins throwing punches at a punching bag.

WOE: Survival. It's the key to existing here, out there, or in the XWF. The other key is to avoid Woe. Because when you meet me in the ring, you fail to exist in the aftermath.

Woe turns, lifts his mask up a bit, and spits before walking out of focus.