She felt alive and free!

After her breakdown, some had tried to ask her if she was okay. She responded and cheerily as ever said "I'm just as fine as ever!" A huge smile soared across her face. Anger turned into unadulterated happiness.

Something that she thought would end up dragging her down, lifted her spirits! The camera crew didn't quite know what to say to her. They were still pondering her virginity, as well as ways to get into her pants--err dress?

The scene returned shortly after Helena's mostly-naked-to-Amish spree. We see Helena pacing back and forth inside of her farmhouse, wildly chatting with someone on the other end of her cell phone. Her words are mainly about the empowerment she felt telling off her mother and father and "the rest of the Amish world, for that matter!"

But her call was briefly interrupted.

"Hold on, it's my brother," Helena told the person on the line, "hey!"

"You betcha I told her right off..."

"It felt great. Ya, ya, I understand. I don't think you need to worry."

"Mmmhm. I'm only going to be in town for awhile... I... have some 'business' to take care of back at UECW."

"I love you, but I'm not tellin' you if it has to do with Remington's lady."

"Uck. No. You don't have to beat him up, I can handle it myself. Thanks for the concern though."

"Yup, I'll talk to you later, mhm bye."

She clicked Joseph off and darted back to her other call, finishing up the conversation. After a goodbye, Helena shut her cell phone. A very small half-grin was on her face: perhaps one filled with nefarious plans?

The scene faded.

As planned, Helena Handbasket was out of her native Minnesota and out to Philadelphia by nightfall. After settling back into her motel room, she was back at the arena. However, she wasn't dressed in her normal sundress. Instead, she was cloaked in a simple gray hooded sweatshirt and a pair of dark skinny jeans and sneakers.

Now, this was truly an odd sight to behold.

Helena stalked through the halls of the Philly arena with her hood up over her blond hair, her dark eyes peering through. You could still see energy flaring up in her face, but it was something darker and more sinister than her normal gleeful persona.

She found her way to a trash exit and powered her way out the door. Helena took an abrupt left and stationed herself against the wall. The moon in the sky was covered in a few bare clouds. Nobody would see her.

A few people here and there came out for a smoke break, or actually taking out the trash. Some nodded a hello to her, briefly recognizing her. She gave them a smile back, but it wasn't like they could see it.

But then the door opened again and a familiar face flooded into view: Alyssa Stone, Alexander Remington's girlfriend. She had a cell phone and hand attached to her ear as she spoke in quiet tones to somebody over her device. Helena glanced both ways and charged towards her, grabbing her phone away and pushing the reporter against the wall.

Alyssa struggled but Helena blatantly shook her head back and forth, telling her to be quiet. The struggle stopped and Stone rested her head against the wall. Even in the darkness, Helena could see her aggravation tormenting her pretty features. She held onto the woman, her hands pressed to her shoulders.

"I'm a nice girl. I really am... Ugh... It just bothers me what you have been doing around here to Mr. Remington."

"What do you care about him anyway? He isn't ever nice to you! And how dare you declare that I am not someone that I say I am, what gives you the right?" Alyssa replied in an angry, hushed tone.

"I can't believe that time and time again people just upright and think you don't help people that aren't nice to you! I don't know where you city people learned your manners or your morality, but you sure didn't learn them from conventional things!" Helena scoffed, looking up and down Alyssa, "you sure as hell ain't from Minnesota with thoughts like that..."

Helena was getting sick and tired of people belly aching about only helping people that were nice! Though the Amish were terribly hypocritical, at least they instilled decent morality in their children... to an extent. There were so many things wrong with Alyssa's personality, that if Remington knew anything about Minnesotans, he'd realize she just wasn't a cold winter northerner.

"You can go on pretendin' to be Miss Innocent thing, but the fact is clear to everyone that you are a big, fat fraud. The only reason that man of yours still believes in you is 'cause he's blinded by a passion called love. And you are taking advantage of that, you silly bitch!" Helena kept her noise suppressed, but spit was flying in Alyssa's face.

She didn't like to swear, but this was just one of those times. The same adrenaline that had surged through her was again pulsing through her veins. If it wasn't more along the assault lines, she'd probably beat Alyssa up and do Remington a favor!

Calm. Calm. Calm down...

Helena breathed in and out. Before she made more of a scene, Helena let Remington's girlfriend go. She tripped away, making a go for the door. The ex-Amish female crossed her arms and watched her leave.

"Go on, run back to your boyfriend. One day he's gonna realize you ain't real, that you are just a fake!" Helena barked, pinching her lips together and spinning on her heel.

Well, that's another way to cause a scene: intimidate another female. Helena was embarrassed, not nearly as empowered as she had been during her tenure in Lanesboro. She felt bad and conflicted; Alyssa was not who she said she was, but maybe there was a good reason for it?

Maybe Alyssa Stone had an embarrassing life and wanted to create a different persona, and forge herself into it... Helena couldn't deny that she wouldn't do the same thing if she was embarrassed of her past.

Helena kicked at a pebble on the ground and tapped her head against the cold wall. What was she thinking? She could only hope she was right about her hunches and what she had seen with her own eyes.

You know that feeling you get after drinking three cups of coffee, only to roll down hill in the energy department a few hours later? That's how Rampage's sweetheart felt.

We see Helena inside of her tiny motel room with bare furnishings. She was propped at the edge of the twin bed, dressed in a purple and white sleeping gown. Who wore sleeping gowns anymore besides old, dried up women? Maybe there was a chastity belt under there too!

Tire was wearing heavy on her face; she didn't look good. Her eyes slowly landed on the curtains, where there was an etching of light sneaking through the giant blue blinds. It was morning, judging by the light as well as the digital clock that decreed it was 6:07 AM. Naturally, Helena Handbasket was an early riser. With her upbringing and personal drive, she believed in being the early bird.

However, she didn't like the morning today. Deep, black circles scooped underneath her brown eyes like an infinite, dismal basin of gloom. Her lips softly puckered as she scratched the top of her forehead. Helena hoisted herself from the bed and pried open the curtains releasing a torrent of light into the small room.

She rested her head against the window as the camera drew in closer.

"I can't believe I've been chosen to represent a brand I just joined not so long ago, against other shows that other people call 'better'.

It just downright baffles me. I just wish I could be in a better state of mind. I know Chasm and the new Johnny Cage have their rears in gear and are ready to start a blazin' fight. But here I am, the lone woman against a crap ton of men and I can't even get my head on straight for nothing.

I can pretend for everything it's worth to be the peppy lady that inspires hope in all. I DO want to be that... but right now, it's pure pretending. It just makes me sick to my stomach. There is so much riding on this match, I can't be in this state of mind. But no matter how I try to pry myself from it, I just go on and get back in a bad-like state, you know?

You betcha I want to beat the other shows! I do... so badly. Like I said, we need to bring some respect back to Rampage."

The tired Helena just shakes her head and clenches her fingers.

"But... but it's just like... this giant, invisible tarp... is just completely and... utterly holding me down," Helena shook her hands near her chest as her face warped into desperation, "like I... I can just see what I want to be, but I just can't get out from under this tarp and get what I need, to get what I deserve! To just find this confidence that comes so easy to other female superstars in the UECW!"

A broken superstar was now in the room, no longer the cheery farm girl that everyone loved--at least for now. She crumpled to the floor, putting her hand dramatically to her cheek.

"I'll get my act together. If not for Rampage or Johnny Cage or Chasm, than most definitely for the fans..."

It was a rough sight for the fans to see: their precious Helena Handbasket ripping at the seams and showing through to a problem much deeper than ever expected. What's been eating Helena Handbasket? Could she hold up under the bubbling pressure or fall victim yet again to her own insecurities?