| This
is beautiful, everything is happening just as it should, my
plan is working to perfection. I feel the truth coming to
the forefront even as I sit here. It's only a matter of time
until the SwF succumbs, and comes to the realization of the
inevitable. Soon, and very soon hell incarnate will be
unleashed upon the SwF. One month and counting...the dark
days. *The
street lamps beam down into the pavement as people cast
their own shadows upon the cement sidewalks on the streets.
People scurry about in a hurry as though their lives serve
some importance. Mark thought about how completely trivial
all of these people were to the balance of life. That if
they weren't with him, they were ALL going to be against
him. And in that respect, they'd ALL pay for their treason.
But behind the wheel of the rental truck, Mark stopped at a
red light, one that seemed to last forever before going
green. Coincidentally he turned his head to the left,
peering out of the tinted driver-side window, to see a flock
of people waiting outside of a club. Outside you can hear
the faint sounds of heavy drum and bass music, all thought
the music inside of the rental Excursion Mark drove was so
loud it played out the music inside of the club. Mark
watched and grinned wickedly, seeing the group of 'gothic'
looking people waiting outside to get in. Everyone was
dressed in black and bondage. It was a sight that pleased
Mark greatly. But it was spoiled as a long leggy blonde
female, a heavyset brunette, and another voluptuous blonde
walk around the pack of gothic people, staring them down,
and enter the club, after paying the bouncer off. Mark
was rattled at the sound of a honking horn behind him. He
looked up at the all ready green light and sped off,
continuing on the way to his destination. He thought to
himself along the way as he glanced over at Desires in the
passenger seat, looking radiantly morbid, and irresistible as
always.* People
will know what I have done, by the trail of blood we leave.
They'll see my carnage, they'll feel my fury. Each and every
soul in the SwF not for the cause, is fighting against it, and
that will be their downfall. And it wont be quick, it wont be
easy. It will have to be long, and sacrificial, and will
result in a great deal of agony and strife. The SwF has seen
pain, they've seen my wrath, but they haven't seen the true
force they're standing against. But no matter, soon, very
soon... they will know, they will see, they will
EXPERIENCE. *Mark
finally stopped at the security post outside of the SwF arena
and lowered the window as the security guard walked over to
the door. Once he got a good look, he took a step back from
Mark and Desires, appalled at their appearances, before
shaking his head and walking over to the post and pressing a
little green button, raising the bar that stood between him
and entering the building. Mark glared down at the older
security guard as they passed the entrance, before driving
down into the pits of the lower level SwF personnel
parking garage. As he stopped it was all too apparent the
SwF had been waiting for somebody, because there was a
camera all ready stationed out in the lot, waiting. But
for whom, Mark was unaware of, though he really didn't
care, this was just another shot at him getting air-time.
Though the sickening masses wouldn't believe what he had
to say, what he warned of, in his minds, it was them, not
him who had been brainwashed into believing the things
they stood for. The black Ford Excursion rolled to a stop
as the high-beams shut down, leaving only the image of a
motionless car, nothing seen inside, due to the tinted
windows, and no sounds coming from the vehicle. After a
moment, the front passenger side door opened up and a pair
of sleek smooth legs appeared from the SUV. As the
passenger door closed, the female was greeted with a
massive chorus of boos from the fans in attendance,
watching these happenings live on the GeoTron. Darkest
Desires walked around to the driver door as it opened
slowly. The whole figure wasn't visible, with the door in
the way, but a pair of massive black buckled boots stepped
from the car, followed by a pair of long, shiny, baggy
black vinyl pants. The fans booed even louder, knowing who
this was. The door slammed shut as the fans got a full
view of their SwF Intercontinental Champion, and the man
who claims himself the uncrowned champion. The camera
panned up from the ground, revealing Mark Patton in a long
sleeved fishnet shirt over a black and red flamed tanktop.
He wore several spiked bracelets on his wrists, his
fingernails were a stealth black, as he brandished the
massive heavy-duty industrial style collar with the four
inch spikes, and that big steel ring on the front,
something he'd become known for. But it was as the crowd
panned up further they noticed his pupils were all black,
and his eyes were lined in black. The
SwF had dispatched Paul White to try and get an interview
with Mark Patton, as he was unaware of this. He walked
right on past the cameraman and through the double doors
entering into the arena corridors. The GeoTron switched
cameras, as one had now been sent to follow Mark through
the building. It carefully followed Mark as he passed
through the halls of the backstage, making left and right
turns at will. Many of the staff stared stunned at Mark,
disgusted all the more each week with the transformation
he had undergone. Mark
used to be one of the most favorable guys in the back,
always welcoming the new talent, greeting the fans,
chatting with the technicians. Back when Mark was Markus
he treated everyone as though they were all equals, that
was of course except for Michael Calhoun, whom he treated
just like he should, with respect, as his superior. But
now, since Desires came back along, Mark had become cold,
black-hearted, manipulative, cerebral, and very closed off
to the rest of the staff. The only people he'd speak to
was the occasional staff member, when he needed or wanted
something, Mr. Calhoun when it was instructed, or anyone
affiliated with him, or his brand of 'darkness'. Mark
found his way to the locker room, and entered quickly. The
camera was unable to get inside, so it was unknown what
exactly he was doing inside of there. Whether he was
unpacking his duffel bag, getting ready to take a shower, or
hell, even having sex for that matter. It was never an
option to put anything past Mark Patton now days. But the
camera waited around until the cameraman saw the easily
noticeable giant, Paul White pacing down the hall to make
the interview. Paul knocked on the door, and waited a
moment. He knew that Mark was in there, but nobody was
answering. So again he knocked, and again, there was no
answer. He grew frustrated and balled his hand into a tight
fist and pounded on the door. The door flung open as Mark
stood there infuriated with the actions of the giant. He
scowled at Paul as Paul held the mic to his mouth to speak.* *Paul
White*
Mark, I was wondering if I could get a few words with you. [
[ Mark ] ]
Paul, you want a few words? Buy a dictionary. *Paul
White*
Mark, it'll only be a moment. Really. I just have a couple
questions for you. [
[ Mark ] ]
You want answers? Buy an almanac. *Paul
White*
Uhm, I was wondering a few... *Mark
cut him off quickly* [
[ Mark ] ]
Paul, youre no more special than all the other common street
garbage out there. You're going to have to wait just like
the rest of the mindless masses if you want to hear anything
from me. And if you've got a problem with that... well I'll
make it easy for you... leave, NOW! *Paul
was stunned that someone would stand up to him in that
respects. Mark quickly slammed the door shut. Paul
remembered though about the back and neck injury that had
cost him his career, and wasn't willing to jeopardize that
on one incident. So he turned and walked away as the camera
went to the commentators desk, where Sammy Williams and Thor
sat calling the action of the night.* --Sammy
Williams--
That was... rude at best. --Thor--
Well what do you expect from Mark Patton anymore? He's
convinced he's going to do whatever he wants, whenever he
wants. Hell, Desires even has him convinced he's
invincible. --Sammy
Williams--
Well we've seen some incredible things this past week,
INCLUDING the newcomer, Bomber, coming out and challenging
the SwF Intercontinental Champion, for just that, the IC
title. And we've yet to hear from the champion himself on
the matter. If you ask me, I dont think he's going to
accept. He's been acting very holier than thou lately, and
has felt a lot of people below him. --Thor--
His arrogance disgusts me. But we do have a match coming up
in mere moments... *The
lights go black as the GeoTron opens up with a dark room,
before it becomes engulfed in blue flame. Inside of the
burning circle another symbol is light aflame. It is of a
pentagram. And surrounding it five druids. And in the middle
of the pentagram stands Mark Patton. The camera angle of the
shot spins around clockwise, becoming closer at each turn,
until it is dead on the six figures in the center of the
flaming circle. Before the music begins to play, a soft
whisper is heard throughout the arena... "In
darkness together we're bringing the light. In darkness
together we are forming. The fire tomorrow is born of the
night, in darkness together we ignite. From all we've been
shunned but we found a new home. To great discontent it is
greatness that we own. In luminous eyes, reflections of fear
absolute... All hate what we've become." *Following
that, 'The New Shit' begins to play over the PA system as a
blue hue rains down from the rafters, blanketing the arena
in its glow. Black pyro flame shoots up from under the
stage. It dies down to reveal five figures standing at the
top of the stage. Three of which are recognizable. The
fourth and fifth are covered in druid cloaks, much like the
five druids in the Mark Patton entrance video played moments
ago. The other three are made out to be none other than
Dorian Drav, to the left of Mark Patton, and Desires to his
right. The three dark gothic figures, and the two druids
walk down the ramp slowly, soaking in the boos from the
fans, and redirecting them back at the fans, by showing
absolutely no reaction to the loud booing. The
druids climbed up onto the apron first, holding down the
ropes as Desires climbed in under the middle rope. Dorian
Drav climbed the steel ring steps and made his entrance to
the ring that way, and Mark followed immediately after
Desires, before the two druids entered the ring, completing
the entrance. Dorian Drav paced around the ropes, as Mark
Patton stood dead center in the ring, a druid on either side
of him. Desires walks over to the corner and reaches over,
demanding a microphone from Lilith Evan, who quickly jogs
over to the side of the ring and reaches up, handing Desires
the mic. DD takes the mic back over to the center of the
ring, walking right in front of Mark, his arms folded over
his chest. She hands him the microphone and presses a quick
kiss into his lips before she moves to beside him, draping
an arm over his shoulder, to his chest muscle. Mark takes a
moment as the boo's finally die down. He raises the
microphone to his lips and speaking* [
[ Mark ] ]
You people make me sick. You think you have it all figured
out. Whose the bad guy, whose the good guy. Who to cheer
for, who to boo. You all think your so damn smart. But what
you don't understand is that in this world of hate, you live
in, consumed by the darkness, there is no longer such a
thing as 'good' and 'evil'. Only perception. You all find no
safety, no solace in your world, so you escape to ours, and
find it so easy to label one man as evil, while you cheer
for another and consider him good. Take this for example.
You all boo me, a dark revolutionary, an extremist, a free
soul amongst a world of enslaved. Free to choose my path,
free to live my life, MY WAY. While each of you are mindless
corporate prostitutes in a world where you're told what to
like, what to wear, what to think, what to eat, and what to
be. Your only comfort is in those who command you, telling
you that 'its your choice' when its quite clear you dwell
under their power, hanging off their every demand. And
just like you boo me, you cheer dragon, DRAGON FOR GOD
SAKES! Dragon? What the hell? You think he's a saint? He's
the biggest sinner here, aside from each and every one of
you here who idolize, and lust after. You are all rife with
sin, and your God hates sin. And while you DIE and perish
into eternal flame, you will remember the man content with
his blissful darkness, only then realizing the error of your
ways, and how wrong you are that you claim me the harbinger
of evil. *The
crowd boos loudly, not buying Mark's comments. They know
Mark is the wicked one, and Dragon is the one who believes
the fans are what is important. It seemed as though Mark had
lost touch with that thought quite a long time ago, but it
was Dragon who held onto that concept all throughout his
career, even after Syxx turned on him last time. Back then
he believed it, and now he believes it. Mark is the true
heel, and the fans know that, and wont be swayed or
manipulated by Mark's comments.* But
none of that matters. You've all doomed your species. You've
sacrificed yourselves for the greater evil, greed. And
that's something your God won't even save you from. May Beelzebub
have mercy on your damned souls! Enough
about the ungrateful disease known as the human race.
Tonight is a joyous evening. Still relishing the victory
over the self-proclaimed 'Tortured Soul' Dragon, the
darkness grows stronger, the dark force grows more dominant,
and grows in numbers. The SwF has become a home of wrestlers
claiming themselves to be superstars, but lacking the pure
talent to actually live up to that stature. They've gone
un-judged, until NOW. Tonight the golden age of nightmares
begins. Tonight we begin the road to Dark Revolution. Oh
yes, there is still one more stumbling block in the way to
my crowning. A little evening known as Mass Destruction. A
night filled with the taste of blood, the feeling of fear,
and the adrenaline rush that is anarchy. I've
begun to think about the big picture, Dark Revolution. I
have a shot at the SwF World Heavyweight Champion,
regardless of whom the poor soul happens to be. But I
questioned about the importance it would be if it were
someone else I was to take the title from. And while
gripping the cold gold belt in my fingers is the ultimate
goal, there would be no pleasure greater than to make that
at the expense of one soul in particular, the not-so
tortured soul, Dragon! And his competition is great in the
coming weeks leading up to Dark Revolution. He has just
under eight weeks to hold onto that title in order for me to
take it from him. How am I to know though? How am I to be
sure that he wont lose it. That he wont have a bad night and
falter, and somehow come out short. If you want something
assured, you do it yourself. So I proclaim this. I want the
total, and utter destruction of Dragon. And I want him to
beg and cry and crumble beneath my feet. So I'll be
watching, I will make sure that for the next eight weeks,
Dragon holds onto that title. I
have the greatest distain for you Tortured Soul. And soon,
very soon you'll truly know, understand and BE that very
tortured soul you try to portray. But for now, I stand one
step behind you, watching your every move in the ring,
making absolutely certain you hold on to that title, long
enough to make it to Dark Revolution. Your guarantee no
longer holds weight, and my own personal action must be
taken to ensure this. I'm going to MAKE SURE you are the man
I face at Dark Revolution, and when it comes to pass, I WILL
LITERALLY BURY YOU! *The
disgust of the fans at Mark boils over as the boos grow once
again. Desires places a finger underneath Mark's chin and
turns his head to hers as his face grows bright red with
anger. She says something to him, calming his nerves. Mark
turns his head back to the fans and continues to speak.* With
that said though, there's a matter of business that
intrigues me. Something like Mike Tyson versus Gary Coleman.
You see, last week, a little punk rookie came out here
and said something he will learn to regret. See, there is
one thing you learn in this business, what to say, and when
to say it. It's a lesson learned either the easy way, or the
hard way. And Bomber, you're destined to learn it the hard
way. How dare you call out someone like myself, saying you
and all these imbeciles want to see MY title around YOUR
waist. Are you on DRUGS? What the hell makes you think you
could, or even deserve to step into this ring with darkness
incarnate, and stand a chance? You have NOTHING to offer me,
NOTHING to withstand me, and NOTHING to challenge my level.
BUT... I'll accept your challenge, simply to prove to you a
lesson that you need to learn. I'm going to teach you
exactly what NOT to do on your first day in the SwF. You
don't hunt for the biggest baddest bastard and call him out.
You find him, and RUN. But you wont be granted that privilege
at Adrenaline. You see, I know Mr. Calhoun has a card made
up, but I'm asking for him to substitute, or grant another match up.
For the SwF Intercontinental Championship it will be in one
corner, the heir to the crown, darkness incarnate. And in
the other corner...a sad sad soul who just had to walk right
up to the beast and provoke it, Bomber. But
I have yet another thing I'd like to take care of right now.
And that involves someone walking out here. A certain
someone had a few questions to ask earlier, and I told him
that he'd have to wait like everyone else. So if Paul White
would be so nice as to come out here and grace us all with
his presence... *'Big
Show' began to play over the GeoTron as Paul White stepped
onto the ramp and made his way down to the ring to a massive
pop. He slapped hands with some of the fans on his way,
before stepping up the ring steps and stepping over the top
rope and into the ring. He took a moment and questioned Mark
and why he was doing all of this, but still was curious
enough to come down and ask the questions he had.* So
Paul, you had some stuff you wanted to ask. And I told you
to wait, now here you go. Opportunity awaits you Paul. Don't
ask anything stupid now... *Paul
White*
All right. First let me ask you about Bomber. He came out
and called you out... [
[ Mark ] ]
*Cutting Paul off* Whoa, whoa. Paul, what did I just tell
you? No stupid questions. I just addressed that. Get to the
real questions before I grow weary of all of this generosity
I'm granting you. *Paul
White*
Mark, don't talk like that to me out here. I may not be able
to compete anymore, but I can still take you and your little
friends out if I have to. *clears
throat*
But for the next question. Team Rocko defeated Team Dragon
at Slamfest last weekend, and you now may have a shot at the
tag team titles. Your thoughts? [
[ Mark ] ]
First off, I don't give a rats ass WHO you are. If YOU talk
to ME like that again, I'll break that friggen neck and put
you out of your big oaf-like misery! But for once, you
ask a good question. As far as the victory at Slamfest, I
feel directly responsible for the team's victory, but won't
brag about it. The past is but a dark and dreary place, but
the future holds so much more potential. As far as Rocko and
the shot at the tag team titles are concerned, they are no
longer of my concern. Such pleasures no longer excite me.
For a while they did, but no more. I have my agenda, and
nothing will stand in the way of it. Dark Revolution excites
me, dismembering the Tortured Soul excites me, and KILLING a
self-proclaimed legend excites me! Rocko can do whatever the
hell he wants, as long as he stays out of the way of what is
mine! *Paul
White*
*Goes
speechless and glares angrily at Mark for a moment before
asking the next question*
All right, fair enough. Now on a personal note, there has
been a lot of talk about YOUR WHORE OF A COMPANION right
there, and how much she has COMPLETELY SCREWED YOU UP.
*Paul grows
angry and screams out his question.*
WHY THE HELL DO YOU LISTEN TO A LITTLE SLUT LIKE THAT,
ABANDONING EVERYONE WHO EVER GAVE A DAMN ABOUT YOU? WHY DON'T
YOU GET YOUR SHIT AND YOUR HEAD TOGETHER AND DO WHAT'S RIGHT
FOR ONCE... *Mark
grows furious with vengeance and charges Paul, launching a
shoulder into his stomach. He fights Paul White into the
corner and throws heavy punches at the giant, but has one
blocked and is knocked back out of the corner, off of Paul.
The giant battles back and levels Mark with a huge
clothesline, before someone jumps over the guardrail into
the ring.* --Sammy
Williams--
Oh My God! It's Rhyno! He's come to bail out Paul! *Rhyno
storms the ring and pushes his way through the two druids
standing completely motionless, as though pillars of stone.
He walks right up to Paul White, and cheers him on as Paul
wraps his hand around the neck of Mark and lifts him high
into the air. Desires quickly walks towards the brawl as
Paul holds Mark up, turning a complete 360 before attempting
to put Mark down. As he turned towards Rhyno, he is
immediately driven into the corner by a massive Gore.* --Sammy
Williams--
Oh my God! Rhyno just gored Paul White! He's helping... oh
my God. He's joined the Alliance! Wait a minute, Paul is
fighting back. This is incredible. Go Paul! Fight back!
Don't give up! *Paul
White battles back, using a great deal of his weight to
shove Rhyno forward and block a clothesline, before setting
up for the Chokeslam on Rhyno. Suddenly the druids came to
life and charged the giant, double teaming him with a dual
boot to the stomach from both druids. Paul dropped Rhyno
from his grip and clutched his stomach while the taller of
the two druids, taller than Paul White even, lifted Paul up,
looking for some sort of atomic drop, but held him up, while
the second druid -- much smaller, yet quicker and more
agile-- ran off the ropes, and leapt into the air,
connecting to the big giant with a spinning crescent kick,
coupled with a spinebuster from the taller druid, as the
dual move took double the toll on Paul White, who laid there
motionless after the attack. Mark,
having been back on his feet for quite some time, walked
over and made a gesture of a cross in the air with his hand,
standing over Paul White, before approaching the druids and
gesturing for them to disrobe. Though no faces were visible,
it was noticeable that they nodded as they ascended two
adjacent turnbuckles and stood there for a moment as Mark
walked over to the ropes between the two druids and raises
his arms into the air methodically, and the druids
slowly pulled the cloaked hoods back, revealing themselves.* --Sammy
Williams--
WHAT THE HELL? You have got to be kidding me. I do NOT
believe what I am seeing here. --Thor--
I knew Mark seemed too confident tonight. There was
something about him that just didn't seem right. And then
first the arrival of Dorian Drav to his side, then Rhyno
coming back after a long break, since the Laws of the Jungle
parted ways. Now THIS?! --Sammy
Williams--
I never thought I'd see what I see before me now. Folks,
this was completely unexpected. It appears as though the
Dark Alliance is now stronger than ever, six members big.
With Mark Patton at the head of this, and Darkest Desires by
his side, the return of Rhyno, and from what i see
physically, a dominating looking Dorian Drav, and
now...now... *unable
to finish his own sentence* --Thor--
LEE BRADDECK AND XANDER GIBSON! My God, we have a problem!
It's no longer just a Pay Per View now. We are officially in
the thralls of an all out Dark Revolution! [
[ Mark ] ]
Welcome back... to THE DARK AGE! *Mark,
Desires, Dorian, Rhyno, Lee, and Xander all stand in the
ring, over Paul White, broken and beaten, as the show cuts
to commercial.* |
