Tempest: So...do you think you're on time yet?

Storm: I'm not sure...but I think I'm running late. I have a lot of revelations left to discover before it's too late. Thanks for the ride as always.

Tempest: *Smiling* Don't worry...the ride's almost over...you'll learn a lot here.

Gavin Coens: I take it you've figured out your little mystery before getting to the end, correct?

Storm: I haven't even begun to understand it all, Gav. All I want to know is what the hell you of all people are doing here.

Coens: Jon...you still don't understand...but that's your way, right? You have to hear the answers and make people give you things you already have and know. Not only that, but you're a hypocrite. Anyways, if it helps you figure out your little mystery, I should let you know that I'm here, Trey's here, and so's Davison. We're all here...hell, a few months ago, so was Sterling, but he left. We're all here because you told us to be.

Storm: Why the hell would I tell you to be here? I mean, I want you to look at it from this point of view. You're nothing to me. You have nothing of value to me. I beat you. I beat you, I've beaten Trey, and I've beaten Davison. Bottom line is this, bro...you're NOTHING to me.

Chris Davison: No Jon...I'm here for a reason. We're all here for a reason, whether you care to see it or not...and because I'm the only one here who gives a damn, I'm going to help you get out of here...or at least find yourself.

Storm: Lead the way, Davison...if you're with Tempest, I can't go wrong.

Davison: You've seen her? Man, she's always running late...

Storm: Tempest Fugit, Chris. Time flies. So what's this about finding myself?

Davison: It's not too hard to understand, Jon. Somewhere in The Body, lays yourself. You've hidden him so far in here, only because you've become so jumbled in all the other pieces. You let yourself get pulled in so many different directions, it's hard to believe how genuine you really are. Honestly...how could you love someone more than Ashlee after only three weeks? Seven years of love in only that short time? That sounds awfully ludicrious to me, Jonathan. Not to mention the fact that this is the most corrupt place in this world...then again, maybe not...but this place is very corrupt. Maybe you can give yourself the answers you never wanted to hear. I gave them to you, but you just wouldn't listen. You're not Michael Trey and all his broken alarm clocks, Jonathan. You're Jonathan Storm, or Jonathan Collins, and you're just plain broken. Fix yourself...find out that the essence of you is real, not some deadly sin.

Storm: Deadly sin? Now I'm really confused. I'm not a glutton...and I don't have any wrath for anyone. I'm not lazy, and I don't have any pride anymore...I lust for nothing, and I'm not greedy. Chris...why do I have all this...ENVY! It all makes sense, Chris! Something, or someone has everything I want...it's made me like this...and now it's clear! Take me to my soul, because I'm ready to save myself...

You're hardly ready, Jonathan...you haven't gotten to the Wheel of Morality yet!

Jonathan: Hey champ! Feel any better? I hope so, since we have lots to talk about. Who better to guide you through than me? We're on the last leg of the body, Jonny...and we've already learned so much!

Storm: Yeah, bro...I'm feeling okay. Well enough to...vomit? So tell me...why aren't you in my soul?

Jonathan: Simple...you kicked me out of there a long time ago. Once I got corrupted, you kept me here, to make sure that I'd keep everything, and everyone else in line. Now that you're here, we can restore some order. You've done a magnificent job so far in the heart and mind, but not anywhere else...but we'll be a fantastic team. We're going to make it all good. We need to do something, and fast.

Storm: So...talk to me? What did I do to become so jaded? Was it something I've done?

Jonathan: Of course it is! Did you expect anything less? Let's take a look at your career, shall we?

First off, to satisfy your need, you create a fake title, and use Vic Williams to steal a victory from Jayson Starr. You lie, cheat, and steal your way to win after win, and then force Lance Sterling into a match. After that, you win a title, fairly, but manage to duck and run anytime someone asks you to defend. Continuing the trend, you lie, cheat, and steal some more, and you lose, lose, and lose. Finally, you ditch your wife, your friends, and everyone who matters to spend time with a woman you slept with for no apparent reason. This has left you with a feeling of hatred, disgust, and self-loathing. Dammit, I could kiss you, if I didn't feel like doing this.

Tempest: Hey there, Pop Star! I bet you're wondering why I'm here, and with all people...you, right? Well, I'm going to help you figure it out right now. You're backwards, I'm backwards, and everything in this world is god damn backwards. Not only that, but you mentioned your overdosing of envy? Well, guess what? That's me too. Jonathan, don't you see? I have what you want. Respect, adoration, and a shiny gold belt around my waist. What do you have? You opened a pay per view and you injured two people. You must be awfully proud of yourself. Oh...but if you're so envious of me, why did you join up with me in this little world?

Jonathan: Because you've always been an opportunist, douche bag. You jump on the fancy trends, you take advantage of people, and you'll do anything you can to be on the winning team. Jon...you'd sell your soul to Satan if it meant being King of Violence...oh wait...YOU ALREADY DID THAT TOO!

Storm: But...I don't want this...

Tempest: Who said anything about giving you what you want. The truth hurts, Jon. Everything you've learned hurts. You're learning with each passing minute that not only does everyone in the HWF hate you, but so do you. That's why you're willing to sell yourself down the river just to get ahead. Stop and think about it...you're not just full of envy, but greed too. All hail Wonderland's conquering hero. Don't you love a good reality check, Collins? That's what this is, y'know. You're nobody special, not even to yourself. You're indecisive, ordinary, to top it all off, you're a mental basket case. You painted this canvas we all live in, and now it's going to consume you. King of Violence is so far out of your mind, I bet you don't even remember who your opponents are. I'll remind you, though...it's Raine and Jimmy Jett. Sorry, Jon, but your mission to save this little world you built is over. You need it...you need us. You were once great, but if you let me guide you back...We'll make this picture perfect.