Zyliss has finally found some time alone. Strong Bad is off doing God knows what, and it's probably not a good idea to know what it is either. Having this time to himself, Zyliss finds himself in deep thought about his upcoming match against Cocaine.

Sure, he could insult him, but that's just old. Sure, he could go on and on about how he'll kick Cocaine's ass, but that's old too.

Instead, as he sits there in his hotel room, he just begins speaking aloud to himself, totally unaware of the "bugs" absence. That's one of the tricks of the trade that very few people are aware of. Instead of going to the trouble of dragging the camera crew around, the audio technicians of the UWN just plant bugs to catch superstars at their most unsuspecting moments. A little violation of privacy? Maybe, but that's questionable. It is, after all, their job to get the thoughts of the wrestlers about their up and coming matches.

But moving on. Where was I? Oh yeah, Zyliss is talking to himself.

Zyliss: How can this be? Honestly... I win one match, my debut match, don't rub it in anybody's face, and all of a sudden I'm overconfident? How does that happen?

I think this Cocaine guy is getting just a little bit too cocky. I'd be surprised if he even knows who I am. From what I've heard, all he sees is that he's facing me at Chaos, and that makes me an asshole.

Hell... noboby knows who I am. To them, I'm just the new guy that got lucky enough to win his first match. I never made a life out of these big time federations. I've always enjoyed the independent scene. No real pressure from the fans. Nobody to really impress. Just loving what you're doing, plain and simple. But I've gotta wake up and realize this isn't the independent scene anymore. This is the big time, where the real money is and the real pressure is on. Where you can't just wrestle because you like it- where you have to wrestle because your paycheck depends on it.

I could careless what Cocaine thinks of Strong Bad too. Strong Bad is just... there. Hell I don't even know how much longer I'm going to keep him around. The only reason I brought him along is to get him off that damn computer for a while. But he keeps talking about how he misses being able to check his email whenever he wants.

Man, why'd I even agree to this? All I can think of is that day when Sal Paradise approached me backstage. That day when he looked me straight in the eyes and asked me if I wanted to become a part of the newest televised federation. And I told him yes, right then and there. It's always been a dream of mine to be on the tube as a wrestler... I've wanted it since I can remember. But if I could go back to the day Sal asked me that very question, I would have said "I'll think about it." I should have taken the time to weigh the pros and cons of doing this. I should have thought it out like I've done my entire life. But when a man offers you the chance at accomplishing your life long dream, you don't think. You just answer yes.

You know what? I'm not disappointed that I've agreed to this. I'm glad. I've done the one thing I've always wanted to do: be somebody. And this Cocaine character? Consider him defeated. This Battlebowl deal? Consider it in the bag. I'm not going to regret becoming part of the big time because of all the pressure that's on me now. I am a man as I have been for the past 8 years and I'll be damned if I'm gonna make myself miserable for taking a chance. I will accept this new way of life, I will adapt to it, and I will prove that I am just as good as anybody here.

Suddenly, some form of interference causes the audio feed to cut out.