*The scene begins on a late night in Southern California. Inferna is lying on her bed reading a book. She is dressed simply in a white tank top and red silk boxer shorts. Suddenly, as she relaxes, a phone call comes in. Inferna looks up from her book and leans over and grabs the cell phone from her night table. She checks the Caller ID and she hesitates before answering the phone.*

Jonathan Storm: C'mon...pick up....

Inferna: Hey.

Storm: Hey! Listen...look out your hotel room window.

*Inferna slowly gets up from her bed and walks towards the window. As she's walking she says...*

Inferna: What am I looking for?

Storm: Look down.

*As she peeks down, there stands Jonathan Storm in a tuxedo, smiling, holding some roses.*

Storm: So...can we talk?

*Inferna tries to keep from smiling, but she can't stop the grin that spreads across her face.*

Inferna: I guess.

Storm: Please don't keep me waiting. I have reservations at 8 for us at Wolfgang Puck's.

Inferna: Eight o'clock? That doesn't give me too much time to change.

Storm: Well...open your hotel room door. Somebody's got a brand new dress waiting for you.

Inferna: You didn't.

*Inferna walks to the door and opens it. Sure enough, there is a beautiful new dress waiting for her.*

Inferna: You did.

Storm: Nothing's too good for the most important person in my life.

Inferna: The dress is absolutely gorgeous. And you got it in red, my favorite color.

*Inferna walks into the bathroom with the dresses and closes the door.*

Storm: Suzy...I remember everything you tell me. Like I know how much you love Cristal. So I bought a few cases, and they're chilling in the back of this kickass limo I rented.

Inferna: That's... that's amazing.

Storm: Suzy? Are you okay?

Inferna: Yeah, it's just... I don't know... I feel so special.

*Suddenly the bathroom door opens again and Inferna walks out decked out in the new dress.*

Inferna: This dress is divine. It fits me like a glove. It's so beautiful, I don't think I deserve it.

Storm: Well...I'll let you go, so you can walk downstairs. Remember, I'm the goofy looking kid in the tuxedo. *chuckles*

Inferna: You're not goofy. I'll be right down, I just got to get some shoes on. See you soon, bye.

*Inferna hangs up the phone and searches her closet for the perfect shoes. She finds what she is looking for and hurriedly puts them on. She fluffs her hair a bit and grabs her cell phone and her purse. Then she walks out of her room. Storm flips his cell phone closed, and smiles, whistling happily. A few minutes later, Inferna appears downstairs.*

Inferna: Hey.

Storm: Hey...these are for you.

*As he's done once before, he hands the girl a dozen red roses, and he shyly smiles, pushing his ponytail from over his shoulder to behind his back. Inferna smiles brightly at the sight of the roses. She looks up at him, her eyes twinkling with pleasure.*

Inferna: You know, you're kind of making it hard for me to be mad at you.

Storm: I was hoping that was the case...I kind of spent all day writing you a song. I'm putting it on my next CD.

Inferna: Really? You wrote me a song? You do realize that I don't deserve any of this, right?

Storm: Of course you do...you deserve the world, baby.

Inferna: Thanks, honey. This means a lot to me. Especially since I thought you were avoiding me yesterday.

Storm: Suzy...look at last Saturday. Collins backstabs me, I have to listen to Gavin ramble on about what a 'champ' he is, and then I had Bowman step into the ring and interfere with my match. It didn't exactly put me in a good mood.

Inferna: I know. It's just that I thought that maybe I could have helped you or something.

Storm: You did all you could, Suzy. I mean, you were surprised too.

Inferna: There's something really off about that boy. Either he's really crazy or he's really good at faking it.

Storm: Before you talk, I'd look at who you drew for your match on Saturday. I hope that's not too bad...I mean, if you wanted to change it, I could ask Drake to...

Inferna: I saw. Tag teaming with Spike. Makes no sense to me, but I'm fine with it. I don't mind it that much because I started out in the tag team division, and I'm sure I have lost my touch.

Storm: I don't like Spike...I don't trust him around you...I don't trust him period. *Looks at his watch* Ready to go to dinner?

*Inferna nods. He opens the door for her, and inside of the limo, waiting for her is a large teddy bear, more flowers, and the Cristal he promised.*

Storm: "Hope you're comfortable."

Inferna: Very.

Storm: Is everything okay? Do you need anything else?

Inferna: No. But really, honey, this is too much. Thank you.

*She gets in the limo and makes herself comfortable as she stares in awe at her surroundings.*

Inferna: This is definitely too much.

Storm: I guess this is just my way of saying I'm sorry. I should've taken your call yesterday.

Inferna: It's okay, I understand that you did what you had to do. You do realize that I forgave you a while back ago, right?

*He smiles at her, and takes her hand.*

Storm: Suzy...I'm just glad we're together again. This weekend is payback for both of us. Drake's gonna make sure of it.

Inferna: I hope you're right.

Storm: I owe Collins a visit. It's only fair. After all, he booked you on the show opener...you should be main eventing.

*Inferna's lips curl up into a special sort of smile.*

Inferna: I think this is going to be my last tag team match for a while, right, honey?

Storm: If I have anything to say about it. I don't want you in the Smackdown division, Darrin has it all well in hand. However...you're one hundred percent Canadian Title material.

*Inferna snuggles up to him and puts her head on his shoulder.*

Inferna: I'm glad you believe in me. It just makes me want to try harder and make you believe in me even more.

Storm: So...hope you're not tired. After dinner, the night's just begun. I rented a boat for us to cruise on the ocean after this, and I have the VIP room at the local nightclub rented out. I plan on having you home about...say...3ish?

*Inferna laughs*

Inferna: I don't have a curfew, you can keep me out all night if you want, honey.

Storm: Good...because I haven't partied like this in ages.

*To Be Continued.*

Dammit...you'd think I'd be entitled to have SOME fun, eh?

Let me have it...Bowman's just a faded memory, as well he should be. I have no reason to worry about a curtain jerker stealing my thunder.

Not anymore at least.