(OOC: This was continued off a stable mate's RP. For you non-UWN'ers, the stable mate was Cross.)

The scene fades in, revealing Zyliss still standing there, pan of brownies in hand, staring in disbelief at Cross. By the look on his face, he's still trying to absorb everything that's just happened between the two of them. Jerking his head from side to side, as if to "shake off" the confusion, Zyliss throws the pan of brownies in a nearby garbage can.

Cross: Hey! Those were for the IWF! And one was for Dante!

Zyliss grabs Cross by the shoulders and shakes him violently, yelling as he does so.

Zyliss: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH CROSS?!

Zyliss stops shaking Cross, who just smiles at him. After releasing his grip, Cross pats Zyliss on the shoulder.

Cross: It's okay.

Cross walks over and pulls the pan of brownies out of the garbage. He walks back over and hands them to Zyliss.

Cross: Now go. Dante and the IWF are waiting for their brownies. And remember, I love you, and God loves you.

Once again, Zyliss stares in disbelief before taking a few quick steps backwards. He stands there momentarily, watching Cross carefully, then takes a few more quick steps backwards before finally turning around and breaking into a dead sprint to get away from Cross. The camera's catch up to him outside the gym, where he's walking at a rather fast pace, still holding the pan of brownies. He's talking out loud to himself, unaware that the camera is following him. As he speaks, he throws his arms in the air, still holding the pan of brownies.

Zyliss: I don't know what the hell that was, but I think I'm going to have to slap the sh*t out of that man to wake him up. Not come to the match? What the hell is he thinking? I can't face the IWF alone. I may be bigger than both of them, but dammit, I'm not Super Z or some trash like that! It takes less than kryptonite to make me say uncle! I'm going to have to get the other Aggression Pact members together so we can snap Cross out of this little phase of his! I just don't understand how he can go from a cool, confident wrestler to complete schitzo in less than a 24 hour period! Maybe I should get him a therapist... perhaps that can answer a few questions... like WHY IN THE HELL I'M STILL HOLDING ONTO THESE BROWNIES!!!

Zyliss mindlessly throws the brownies off to the side. Not a second goes by before the sounds of tires screeching, glass shattering, and crashing noises can be heard. But Zyliss is far too pre-occupied to even notice. He keeps walking when suddenly, an object of some kind comes flying through the air and nails him in the back of the head, knocking him out cold. The word "Asshole!" can be heard being shouted in the background, and the camera rushes up to Zyliss, seeing that the object in question was the pan of brownies. The scene fades to black.