*Welcome back. You've been here before. It's just...different. The furniture is a bit more...guy like. Very modern. The smaller TV has given way to a much larger one. This Anaheim home has become very much a guy's home. Obviously, by the sound of the skateboarding coming up the driveway, we know who owns this home. If you didn't, the camera cuts outside to show you who's 'boarding. It's Jonathan Storm. Baggy cargo shorts, a Staind t-shirt, a backwards Anaheim Angels cap, and those blue Oakleys. He stops and picks up his board before he walks in. Good thing he just got in, since his phone is ringing. After the third ring, we get...*

Hey, it's Jonathan, your HWF King of Violence 2001, MWAHAHAHAH!!! I'm out in this great world somewhere, doing whatever I can to cause problems. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you. If this is Darrin or Drake-o, call my cell. You know how to do that, don't ya? If you don't leave a message, I'll thwap ya!

BEEP!!!!

Hello? Jonathan, are you home? That's a stupid question, I'm talking to your machine. Anyways, this is Helena, and I was just hoping we could...

*And he springs towards the phone quickly, jumping over a coffee table, his skateboard, and onto his couch, grabbing a cordless phone.*

Jonathan Storm: Hey! I just made it in. I was out.

Helena: Hi...did I catch you at a bad time?

Storm: No, it's fine. I just walked in really. I should leave for Cleveland soon, though. I mean, I have Suicide tomorrow.

Helena: Yeah, Suzy's bringing me along again. We've barely spoken two words since the Coronation...

Storm: I blame myself for that really, and I'm sorry.

Helena: There's no need to blame yourself, Jon. She's just...I dunno.

Storm: Helena, really...this is my fault for coming between the two of you. I don't know if we should.

Helena: *interrupting*...But I want to. You're a nice guy...and you're fun to talk to. I was hoping we could hang out for lunch before Suicide.

Storm: Yeah, sure...that'd be fun.

Helena: Is something wrong?

Storm: Nah...I'm cool.

Helena: You're lying.

Storm: You're good.

Helena: So what is it?

Storm: Look...it's just that...*sigh* I dunno. I just don't think we should talk much.

Helena: *shocked* WHY?

Storm: I just don't think it should happen, Helena. I don't enjoy bringing people into my life...especially females. They have a way of...stabbing me in the back, or I wind up hurting them. I'm not a very nice person. I'm all about myself, and I don't think I have time for another person in my life.

Helena: I think you're looking for an excuse not to get close to someone.

Storm: So? What if I am? That's just further proof that I'm as bad as I claim to be. Besides, me showing emotion would break kayfabe. I have that hard-ass reputation to maintain.

Helena: You're a difficult one, aren't you?

Storm: I'm an Aries.

Helena: Jonathan, why push someone who's genuinely interested in knowing Jonathan Collins instead of Jonathan Storm out of your life?

Storm: Because I'm selfish like that? I mean, what did I do the other day? I plunked down a world of cash to turn my house into a bachelor's paradise. I don't want to be tied down again...not anymore.

Helena: You're so impossible to deal with sometimes, it seems.

Storm: When I have my mind set one way, it's difficult to convince me otherwise. Besides, the HWF already has two sappy couples. Let them have those idiots...I'm focusing on the business.

Helena: What about your friends?

Storm: I have one friend, and that's Darrin. I don't need anybody else bogging me down.

Helena: You're lying, aren't you?

Storm: How do you see through me?

Helena: It's almost too easy.

Storm: Can't you understand that I don't want anyone in my life? They all get hurt. Ashlee, Suzy...even Darrin. Hell, I had to hurt Darrin. I'm not the type of person you need in your life.

Helena: How do you know what I need, Jon? I don't recall letting you make those decisions. Just understand that I'm not pushing you in any direction...but I enjoy your company, and I wouldn't mind spending time getting to know the person who isn't the King of Violence. I want to know the kid who spent all that money. Not like I want it, but I want to know what makes you tick.

Storm: ...well...I dunno...

Helena: I'll see you Saturday.

*Click...she hangs up. Jonathan hangs up, and the realization sinks in that she actually beat him. He scowls, and then smiles.*

Storm: She's good.

*He has a good chuckle...we all have a good chuckle. Fade.*