*And then it was darkness...no suprise eh? See, in no certain terms, I'm a villian...I gotta have the darkness in me. Otherwise, I cease to be a villian. Well, enough of that absolutely fun discussion, and back onto the matter at hand...the office, the darkness...this all leads up to one person...

Shawn Collins. My old running buddy, my ex-advisor, and my boss. Wow...this is just getting more and more fucked up. Why would I hold him in my heart? Why do I have all these questions spinning in my head? Maybe Collins will give me the answers.*

Shawn Collins: Now I know this is confusing you...because after all, you hate me, right? Well, I can explain it all.

In no uncertain terms, Jon...you have a special place in your heart for me. Honestly, who gave you everything on a platter? The Canadian Title? The main event at SE7EN...everything, Jon. Like it or not, without me, you'd still be trying to get into the Smackdown division. I made you, and I'll break you too, because despite every little flaw of yours, Jonathan...I'M A FAN! Jonathan, I'm the last true believer in you, and that's why I'll always be special to you, whether you like it or not.

Storm: But you don't get it, do you, Collins? You've never made this story easy to believe. You connive your way into my career because of my hatred for Trey, Starr, and Sterling. You take credit for building me into a Canadian Champion, despite being the deciding factor in myself losing it, and you never once stepped to the plate for me! I did it for you, Bisc, Johnny, and everyone else, and you PLAYED ME, Shawn! You made me your puppet, because I allowed it! I won't have it again, Shawn...I won't let you have your way with me.

Collins: Whether you love me or hate me now, it just don't matter, Jon! You're still linked to me. You can't sit down and tell people I'm not responsible for building the better beast that they all called Pop Perfection. I marketed you right, I bought and sold you like a two-dollar whore, and it was because I cared. I wanted nothing but the best for you. When I brought Cross and the boys in...you could've jumped ship. I would've embraced you on my team...

Storm: ...only because you wanted to take everything that belonged to Drake. You have it all, even a group to call your own. Your group is flawed though, because they don't have the leadership I give The Inner Circle...they answer to you, Shawn...something I learned to stop doing.

You know what else I've learned? All of the people I've seen today have played me like a fiddle. Suzy did to get into my heart and help her career, Ashlee did with that whole Pallas incident, and Pru's always manipulated me. You're trying to do it now, Shawn! You're trying to tell me that I'd be welcome in your team with open arms? Always the fucking politician, Shawn...always trying to be on top. Well I have news for you, Collins...you can't play me anymore.

Now we play my game, Shawn...my game is simple. The first one to be caught, loses...oops...you've just been caught.

*Smoke and mirrors, pyrotechnics, all that fancy jazz. Whatever I was doing, seemed to have worked its charm. Darkness becomes light, and Collins becomes ice. No fancy tricks about it...this heart is frozen. Could that be a necessary ingredient to success at King of Violence? All I know is that I have two theories...if it's one way, then my heart is dead...no hope for love or redemption down this road. If it's the other one...I'm slowly gaining my weapons for the final battle...and it's one I intend on winning. I see no sign of Sterling, but flying in through the window is Tempest. Back to good, no?*

Tempest: Nice job, friend. Sterling sent me because now he's running late.

Storm: And you're on time?

Tempest: Hardly...I'm always late. Anyways, take my hand...I'll give you a lift to the next destination.

*And I'm off again. Drained, beaten, and battered, I press on. The four parts that make up a human being have a way being waged for them...ultimately I have to decide who wins and who loses. The darker half of me responsible for recent events, or a lighter side...a lighter side that is still dark, but in all reality, is me. The battle for Wonderland rages on...and I must now help decide the victor.*

Rapid Eye Movement.
Sometimes, it's brutally honest. It will tell you things you wished you never knew.
Other times, it hides things, sugar coats them, and keeps you blind to the world around you.
Sometimes you wake up in the middle of reality and the dream...
So what happens then? How far does the line get distorted between fiction and fantasy? Just what exactly changes?
In my heart, it was EVERYTHING.