What the hell is he thinking? Who the hell is he? What gives Love the right to just go out there and volunteer me for something like this? Does he know what he's doing? But wait, it isn't really all that bad of an idea if I think about it a bit more sensibly. I cant be in the match as a competitor, cause of Dragon and his lame attempt at keeping me from the title, but I can still find a way to be involved, even if it has to be just a referee. But Love, what is his business. He's got to have some sort of plan. What is it? Why does he want me to referee beside him? 

*Mark watched carefully on the television monitor backstage. He was confused as to the intentions of Dr. Love, a well-known, well-respected SwF veteran, and icon of the business. He was one of the benchmark players in the legacy of the ever-growing popular SwF. Whenever you thought about the greatest in the sport, Shawn Michaels, Bret Hart, Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair...you always had to think about Dr. Love. But this didn't detour from the fact that there HAD to have been something, some sort of scheme running through Love's mind when he volunteered not only himself, but Mark as well to special guest referee the contest.

Did he know that Mark hated BOTH Dragon and Big Nasty? He had to. Was he aware of the rocky relationship between Mark and Rocko, after some of the comments he made earlier? But Love wasn't exactly all too thrilled with Big Nasty as it stood either. Both men had a confrontation not too long ago, while Nasty was still SwF Heavyweight Champion. But this still was a sidebar to the continual thoughts streaming through Mark's head.*

I cant figure this guy out for the life of me. I know he's got a shot at the title whenever he wants it, and so I can see how he'd want a piece of the action, but me? I'd think he'd want it all to himself. Want all the glory of counting the victor. That's why he's doing this, isn't it? So he can decide the champion. Nobody ever volunteers to be special guest referee for nothing. There's always some sort of hidden motive in all this, what the hell is his? Just look at him out there, all cute and smug. He thinks he's so damn slick! The great Dr. Love and all his 'Romantics'. What a bunch of crap. 

*Meanwhile, back inside of the ring Dr. Love had just finished up his remarks and waited for someone to come out and reply to what he had to say. He knew someone was bound to show up, which seemed to be why he was so adamant on remaining in the ring until someone decided they wanted to come out.*

Strong words from Dr. Love here. He has laid out a challenge not only for the winner of tonight's match between Deviant and Shayne Myers, but he's also volunteered to be a special guest referee in the main event SwF World Heavyweight title match!

Yeah, but its what else he said that's got me stunned. I would've expected he would just leave it at that. What business does he have in wanting Mark Patton to be the other special guest referee? I'm stumped Sammy!

You and me both Thor. I don't know why he wants Mark in the match, but I'm sure it wont take long for SOMEONE to come out and respond. But as it stands, I wonder what the other three participants think about all of this. Dragon's head must be spinning, after all of these changes and adaptations to his match, for the title at Supreme Tournament.

And we all remember that altercation between Big Nasty and Dr. Love not too long ago. There's still got to be bad blood there. 

*Dr. Love grew increasingly impatient, waiting for something to happen, wondering where all the life was. No Dragon, no Rocko, no Nasty, not even Mark. But as it stood Mark was waiting in the back near the entrance to the stage, waiting to see if anyone else decided to come to the ring first to confront Love. The show went to commercial with Love pacing around the ring, nearing his time limit before the next contest.*

Coming SOON! 
The Tiger's Den!
This week my special guest, on the VERY special debut edition of The Tiger's Den, one of the most loved, hated and controversial young superstars of the SwF. Stay tuned when I conduct what's promised to be a candid interview with SwF Supreme Champion, Mark Patton!

*The commercial was just another shameless plug for Tigerheart's new segment. Mark was sort of bittersweet about the idea, but decided that he would do it on the simple thought that it was the debut, and who better to debut than himself. Sometimes his arrogance even astounded himself. But he knew what he was capable of, and that anything he could say, he could backup. After all, he was the Supreme Champion, much like the brief commercial promo said. 

It'd been a while, and nobody had shown. Mark stood there, lurking in the darkness, trying to stay inconspicuous, but very aware of his surroundings. His arms folded over his chest, as even he grew impatient to waiting for someone to come out first. After waiting a while Mark steps out of the shadow in the back and told the stage manager to cue up the music as he walked up the steps leading to the wavy black curtains that introduced whomever walked through them to the stage and entrance ramp, which lead down to the arena floor, and ring.*

"Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel Rebel, Party Party
Sex sex sex, and don't forget the violence.
Blah blah blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along...

ARE YOU MOTHER FU*KERS READY FOR THE NEW SH*T!
Stand up and admit, tomorrow's never coming!
This is the new sh*t
Stand up and admit it!
Do we need it, NO!
Do we want it, YES!
This is the new sh*t, stand up and admit it!"

*The fans erupt into a frenzy of massive boo's as 'The new Shit' plays the arrival of Mark Patton to the stage. He takes a moment and throws the SwF Intercontinental Championship up into the air, mocking the fans with it, taunting them it seems. He seemed a bit more dressed down than he was the previous time he came out to the ring, but still looked excessively dark. But something was a shock, he stopped for a moment and arched his body around oddly, turning his attention to the entranceway as a tall, slender woman stepped out of the curtains. The boo's only intensified as Darkest Desires joined Mark on the stage. She cracks her bullwhip and wraps one arm around the waist of Mark, as he wraps one around hers. The dark duo carefully, and very methodically walk down the ramp, and stop at the bottom. Mark had climbed up on this very apron time and time again, but right now felt no sweeter. Desires had come back, it was the first time he'd seen her in a great while, and was thrilled to be seeing her again. It was just the matter of dealing with Dr. Love, and the topics at hand, before he was able to really get down to business, and have some well deserved time alone with his prize.

As Mark stood up on the apron, he held down the bottom rope, and pushed up on the top, opening up a pocket of room for Desires to step through. He extended his hand out to her, as she climbed up onto the apron herself and entered the ring, followed closely by Mark. He walked right on past Dr. Love, who stood in the middle of the ring, and ascended the turnbuckle behind the SwF legend. Mark braggingly raised the SwF Intercontinental Championship in the air, patting the face of the title and pointing out to the crowd, riling the SwF fans into a frenzy. Dr. Love turned his attention towards the boastful champion, seemingly disappointed in what he saw of such talent, at such a waste. As Mark dropped down, he walked straight up to Love, standing within inches of his face. Desires walks over behind Mark and drapes her arm over his right shoulder, a microphone in her hand. Mark leans over and kisses her jaw and takes the mic, lifting it to his lips before speaking. As Mark prepared to though, the fans showed them exactly what they thought of him, blurting out a loud chant of 'asshole'. Desires kissed the earlobe of Mark, who fought with everything in his power not to snap. Had Desires not have been there, he would most likely have broken, lashing out in anger either at Love, or at some of the people in the arena, but her presence calmed him, kept him level headed.

It was moments like this where her TRUE control over him became evident.  Mark wanted to lose it, it was all but obvious by the fire in his eyes, and the way his fist quickly clinched, and his muscles tensed up that he was more than willing, ready, and able to implode and take out anything in his sight, but Darkest Desires' presence was all it took to ensure he'd do no such thing. 

After another minute of the chanting, the audience finally quieted down as Mark began to speak.*

That's right, chant, holler all you want, but it's not gonna do a damned thing! You're voices fall upon deaf ears, your screams, your cries, and your hatred falls silent upon my heart and mind. Though there was one voice that climbed above all your pathetic sounds. One voice that spoke volumes inside of my head. Love, I stood in the back, listening to what you had to say, and frankly, I'm disappointed. First you come out here and challenge the winner of a couple of cronies! Look at you, you're freakin' Dr. Love for God's sake! You can do better than Deviant or *mocking voice* Shayne Myers! But I can see your point. Those two kids have spunk, and they've got balls. But that's as far as the compliments go. They're still little trash in a big boys yard! What you see in them beyond that is beyond me!

But that's not the real reason I'm out here, and I think YOU know that too. You're the rightful number one contender, eh? After all you DID beat Gibson at Quest for Gold to get a shot. But in thinking about that, a question popped into my head. Dragon had mentioned how I left, how I didn't deserve it. What makes you any better than me? Yeah, sure. You were one of the first Supreme Champions EVER. I'm one of the latest, and damn sure one of the greatest all ready! So you've got no push there. You've got all these idiots to think you're so high and mighty, or wait, maybe it's backwards. These people control you, just like they control everyone else. Maybe that's how it goes *leans forward, even closer face-to-face, and speaks softly and slowly* doesn't it? They've got you brainwashed, just like everyone else in this place. But you see, I can free your mind, I can set you free of the bondage these people have you so wrapped up in, so thick, that they've got even a great mind like YOU fooled. 

Think about it Love. You really are incredible, and you have all the talent in the world. You've got everything going for you, except that these fans control you. Everyone thinks I'm the bad guy, cause I've realized that in myself, and changed it quickly. They all try to tell everyone in the SwF that WE'RE the bad guy's and that you should do what they want you to do, and take people like me out. Look at me Love, just look at me. I'm FREE. I've got nothing holding me back now. You can do SO MUCH MORE if you free your mind, free your will, and tell these fans that you wont be controlled any longer! I'll offer you the same thing that I've given Fate, Desires, Nysa...and that I offered Rocko. I offer you freedom, and a chance to revolt against the very entity that keeps freedom from spreading throughout the SwF...THE FANS! You're a brilliant man Love, surely you see what I'm saying. Surely you know what's going on, and you know that with you, we can make that change, we can bring freedom through chaos to the Supreme Wrestling Federation!

*The fans booed louder, much, MUCH louder than before. Mark shook his head in acceptance, as Desires wrapped her arms around Mark from behind. He looked at Love and knew he was accepting Mark's remarks, and at least taking a moment to consider the possibilities. Mark continued though on a different path, a different topic now.*

I will say one final thing here, away from that topic, before I go, and let you make your decision, which I know will be the right one, cause you know better, you're smarter than Rocko apparently was. You threw your name in as the special guest referee for the main event SwF title match at Supreme Tournament. Why is it that you did that Love? Why indeed?  Do you have some deep-seeded animosity for one of them, maybe for all three of them? See, it's something like that you NEED to release, you need to grow on. But again, I wont preach, I'll let you choose your path, to remain in this false world built on their lies, or...the truth. 

You want to throw not only your own name in there for that privilege, but you want to add my own name as well, huh? Well since it seems as though I have quite a bit of free time after I complete the repeat performance of Supreme Tournament Champion... I'll accept the opportunity! Many people will scrutinize my ability to call it right down the middle, primarily cause of my involvement in the match at Quest for Gold, which cost Big Nasty the SwF Heavyweight Championship. The very same Big Nasty who once again I referee in this contest. But what they fail to remember is that I DID call it fair, I called it even, I called it square...right down the middle. It wasn't until the outset of the match when I struck 'the blow heard round the world!'

Frankly....I have nothing more to say Love. You know what you have to do. You know what is left to be done. And I've got no further business here, and with you... for now at least. So think long, think hard...and think VERY carefully. Either this will be the decision that saves your career... or the one that forces me to end it!

Sweet Dreams...Josh.

*With that said, Mark drops the microphone as 'The New Shit' plays his and Desires' exit up the ramp and back into the back stage area.*

I know that for so long Mark and I have been great friends, but this really makes me SICK! He's turned his back on EVERYBODY. Not just his fans, but his friends. I, myself know that I've tried calling him constantly, and have yet to get a return call.

He's a changed man Sammy. It's something I think that we're seeing, and from the looks of it, isn't going to end anytime soon. I just wonder if what he said had any effect on Dr. Love. And whether anyone else is going to come out here...