So much madness...so much sadness. So much lust...so much GREED. How can this world stand to preserve peace, when so the heart of this country itself beats such wickedness? No matter. None of that matters. The only thing that matters is what lies ahead. The Supreme Tournament. Here we go again. It almost feels like deja vu, but not quite. This time last year, I was the underdog, I wasn't in any condition like I am now. And last year I was still HIM. This year though...oh so much hatred, so much passion, so much flesh, so little time. This past month has all come to a head. May was a month of rebirth, and renewed fire, renewed HATRED...and above all else, renewed determination. Sunday, I'll show them what it all means. Four men left. Two of which I've beaten, the other...the 'beast'. He's got what I have, which makes him dangerous. But all of the determination in the world wont prepare the world, wont prepare humanity for what I have in store. The clock is ticking...

*The lights grew bright outside, as there was so much to do and say, but there was only so much time before the words became null, and Supreme Tournament was in full throttle. All throughout the arena, and all throughout the past week leading up to the pay per view tensions have been at a fever pitch. The card began to take shape with less than one week until the world was to see what could possibly be the greatest pay per view this industry has seen in a great many years. The Supreme Tournament was never the showcase of the SwF. The pinnacle event always turned out to be Quest for Gold. And this past year's Quest proved to be all it was expected. But the hype going into the Supreme Tournament seemed to all but overpower what was an incredible Quest for Gold. 

That night the SwF saw one of the most stunning things it had seen since ChAoS first turned on his father, when Supreme Champion Markus Katastrophik counted the three that gave Manik the SwF Championship. Afterwards he turned on his former best friend, Big Nasty, and joined Manik, as well turning his back on all the fans who loved and supported him his entire career. But this pay per view had so much more to offer, so much more to guarantee. Everyone was going to be competing. ChAoS was in the Supreme Tournament facing Tigerheart. Mark himself even made it past Death on Madness to get his shot in the Tournament against Bill Baker, a competitor that it seemed he's all but owned as of late. So as a lot of people were looking forward to a potential epic in Mark Patton versus ChAoS, the other half of the attention was geared at the main event, one which the world title match of Quest for Gold pales in comparison to. 

It was set to be a triple threat from hell, but had all the makings of a five-sided dice...where the man coming out on top was simply just the luck of the roll of the dice. Rocko, possibly the most combustible element in the match, no telling what he's going to bring to the table, or much less WHO he's going to bring to the table. Sean Hardy had the talent and ability it took to become a great SwF superstar, and rose to the occasion to make it in that league, but Rocko held something intangible. And there was no telling just who was going to show up, and whether Rocko's dream was going to be made reality, or just another broken promise. Now Big Nasty... there was a piece of the puzzle that you always knew what you were getting, but somehow just didn't seem to be ready for it. He had as good a chance as anyone to walk out a three-time champion. In fact he had motivation to do so. He had wanted to get his hands on Mark Patton for a while now, ever since he turned his back on him. And that vow was one he wished to make reality worse than anything, aside from recapturing the gold he missed dearly. Now Dragon... he was the key to this entire game. Not only was he the SwF Champion, the man at the top of the mountain everyone aspired to get to conquer. And much like Big Nasty, he had just as much motivation, after Mark Patton had threatened him on the first edition of the Tigers Den, saying that if he won Supreme Tournament, and Dragon retained the title, and they went one-on-one, once more at Dark Revolution, exactly like one year ago, he would not only take the title from him, he'd KILL Dragon, end his career, and if he had the chance to, HIS LIFE. Add to that each of the three men's distain for the other, and it was one big warhead ready to hit ground zero. 

But many believed that it wasn't the competitors in the match that would determine the outcome, but maybe even more so, the two special guest referees. Dr. Love had volunteered himself, as well as Mark Patton for the positions. Mark gladly accepted, knowing this was going to be a groundbreaking, life-altering match for all involved. Mark saw this as an opportunity to be part of history, make his presence felt. 

Away from that though Mark was more focused on his impending matches. He believed he would be competing twice at least that evening. Sort of in his own maniacal arrogance, and with an air of confidence, he knew he'd get by Bill Baker, and while he was preparing for either man, he was thinking one name....CHAOS.

And inside of his locker room --dimly lit as always-- sat two figures, one overshadowing the other. The mood was eerily somber as through the darkness those four eyes belonging to the two figures saw out into infinity. Their eyes softly glistened of what little light had crept into the room unnoticed. Though pitch black was a way of life for the Dark Alliance locker room, every now and again, a little shard of light would be ignored, overlooked and would give off sort of a crimson aura around these two figures. In the abyss of unknown blackness, the overshadowing figure seemed to be moving over the lower one in a peculiar way. And through the hatred, through the encompassing darkness, as thick as fog, and twice as chilling, two solitary voices are heard speaking to a whisper.*

It's almost here lovely. I've been waiting what must feel like an eternity for this night to come again, and now...its almost here. You can sense it, cant you? You know even better than I the powers this vast darkness can bring. And you show no intimidation, while I cant help but stand in awe at what it offers me. So much is at stake, so much is on the line for us...all of us. But together, what stands in our way? You believe I can do it, don't you?

Of course, if anyone can do it, it's you. Though we may not have these pathetic excuses of fans behind our backs, the power that lurks within the sweet solitude of darkness is behind you, as am I. As far as intimidation goes *laughs*, my love, there is nothing to be intimidated of. We rule the darkness not as two individuals, but as one soul, together, and darkness is what we'll bring. We make the rules in the dark realm, together, and these pathetic ingrates shall soon feel what the dark realm has to unleash upon their souls.

*Silence overcame the room once more as the two figures --recognized as the voices of Mark Patton and Darkest Desires-- seemed to dissipate in the hollow void of the room.  The camera scans around the room, focusing on whatever the little shard of light that resides in the room comes in contact with. The glare off a somewhat large metal object silhouetted a few things around the room, giving off a bit of a sharp glow, as the room came into dim light. A mirror was spotted across the floor, broken, the cracks visible, like spider webs canvassing the reflective glass. 

Without warning the door flings open and the character flips the switch as the room is illuminated by the glow of the 70 watt light hanging over the ceiling. The cameraman has to quickly adjust his eyes to the newfound brightness, before zooming over to the door as Nysa steps through. The camera scanned up her slender, sleek body much to the pleasure of the fans watching on the GeoTron, as well as the cameraman himself. Nysa walks in with her bags in her hands, and the SwF European Championship title around her waist, as she walks over and sets the bags down in front of her locker, and walks over to one of the rather plush leather chairs near the television monitor. She takes a quick glance over at Mark and Desires and smirks, shaking her head.

The camera quickly went back over to Mark and Desires, for the first time getting a good look at them, visibly in front of Mark's locker. Desires sat in the steel folding chair behind Mark, her arms slunk over his shoulders, coming to meet at  the base of his chest. The camera peered in a bit closer, looking over the darkly sinister couple closely. Desires seemed to be wearing a leather skirt, coming to an end just above her knees, the tanktop she wore showed off just enough to be flaunting, but not nearly enough to rob the fans of any imagination they may have about just exactly what she looks like UNDER the top. Mark however seemed to be a little out of wardrobe, sort of dressed down for the evening.  The fans seemed to cheer lightly as the camera slid down a little to look at Mark, crouching in front of Desires' feet. His arms were entangled in a pair of long sleeved fishnet stockings, over the dark blue tanktop he wore. Over the fishnets he had on a black and blue personalized Mark Patton number 16 Carolina Panthers football jersey.  He had a pair of dark blue and black excessively baggy camouflage jeans on, covering most of his shiny jet-black boots. His hair is hidden behind a backwards black baseball cap, though his facial appearance is much the same as normal, face seemingly quite pale, with a bit of a difference, a black and blue star tattoo near his temple, more next to the outside of his right eye. Around his neck was the infamous black spiked collar with the massive steel ring in the center where his throat is. 

Behind the two, the Intercontinental Championship hung over the bar in Mark's locker. He finally opened his eyes and acknowledged the cameraman, revealing the deep gray color in his eyes, seemingly too gray to be true eye color, especially knowing that his eye color before was a hazel blue-green. He looks directly into the camera and grins wickedly, before turning his attention over to Nysa, sitting sweetly in the chair on the other side of the room. 

So nice of you guys to recognize me *slight giggle*.

Sorry, was sort of 'involved' at the time. You understand? Good to see you back though! Haven't seen you in a while, so it's always good to be back at full strength.

Of course. Sorry about the absence, I had some stuff I needed to attend to, so I was gone for a little while, but rest assured I am back now. 

*Mark simply smiles and closes his eyes once more, tilting his neck to the side thoroughly enjoying Desires' touch. It took a few moments for him to soak in the entire feeling. He was in a state of ecstasy, though it always seemed to be that way every time she was in the same room as him, and anywhere near. He stood from the crouching position, and moved over to the leather love seat, matching the chair Nysa currently was sitting in. Desires stood from her chair and stood over the back of the couch looking intently on to anything that's said. Mark took a moment, looked at the clock hanging on the wall, wondering exactly where the fourth piece of the Dark Alliance was before shrugging and speaking.*

I share Desires' sentiments, its DAMN good to see you back. I expect whatever your situation was, you've had it resolved? Cause plainly and simply, we've been rather ineffective as a unit lately. And I think it's about time we show the Supreme Wrestling Federation our strength, outright! And though it wont be in the numbers game, in less than twenty-four hours, we show only a small fraction of what we're capable of, what lies to come for the future of the SwF!

*As Mark utters these words Fate comes storming into the room, obviously winded from what could only be assumed to be running to get to the room. He looks around as the other three stable members look over at him, concentration broken by his sudden barging in, on the middle of the statement. Mark waits for Fate to take a seat, as he does on the arm of the chair Nysa happened to be sitting on, and hunches over a bit, still attempting to regain his breath. Mark continues his speaking.*

Good, you're here Fate. I needed you to be here for this. This involves you just as much as everyone else. I've just been saying that it's time that we plummet the SwF into its era of Darkness, beginning at the Supreme Tournament. You and I both have matches. You get first crack at it, you get Death in the burial match, one I'm SURE you WILL win. Your career rides on it. So you better get the job done. But after I softened Death up for you last Monday in the qualifier, I'm sure you'll have no problem what so ever disposing of him. It is in fact your time to rise up, and show the world who carried that team for the short period of time it existed. I know who it was, Nysa knows who it was, Desires knows too... but none of them know. They all think that the big man carried the team, that the giant was the guy who kept you winning. You know what, maybe he WAS?

*Fate became noticeably infuriated by this comment and stood up quickly, defensively, as though prepared to throw a punch in Mark's direction. Mark quickly motions for him to sit back down, Nysa takes his hand and pulls down on it a little, and Fate eventually sits back down, still quite heated by the remark.*

That piss you off Fate? Does that really fire you up? You wanted to hit me just now, didn't you? I know you did, no matter what you say in self-defense, you wanted to hit me, and you know how I know that? Cause I said that for a reason, and your reaction was simply the evidence I was expecting. You need to bottle all that hatred, all that fury, all of that RAGE you feel right now, and when you get out to that ring and stand toe-to-toe with Death, think about each and every fan. Think about how they WANT you to fail, think about how they don't believe you were good enough, weren't MAN ENOUGH to carry your weight in that tag team. And when you unleash it, bring hell with it. Make sure that Death knows what Fate really means. Make sure that he TRULY knows just who 'brings the pain'. 

*Fate clinches his fists in rage, and nods understandingly, as the words Mark speaks simmer in his thoughts, and serve as motivation, as encouragement of some form. Mark grins methodically and pauses, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, as his hands clasp together at his waist-level. Mark takes a deep breath, releases it and chuckles sinisterly.*

Now that we've finished this lovely little group moment, its time for me to go to the ring...I've got a few things to say to a few 'special' people. 

*Mark stands and heads pulls the Intercontinental belt from the bar over his locker and heads towards the door as the GeoTron fades to black. Sammy Williams and Thor sit at the broadcast position prepared to speak, yet not entirely sure what exactly they should be saying, or what they even think about what they've seen.*

That was sort of eerie. I think that every time we see the Dark Alliance, shivers run up and down my spine. We've seen some pretty 'evil' things in the SwF here over the history of this company, but I think this has ranked right up there. The transformation we've seen take place inside the heart and head of Mark Patton is silencing. 

I have to agree with you Thor. I mean, I don't know if I'll ever see anything like the kidnapping of the Calhoun perpetrated by Michael's own son, ChAoS! Or even the chaotic flames match where Rocky was scarred beyond belief, forcing him to have major corrective plastic surgery, and still unable to shed the scars, turning him into the man he is today, Scarface. But none the less, Mark has turned heads here since his self-proclaimed rebirth. And frankly, I think it stinks! He's so much better then that, and there is no way that this is right to anyone. Especially his friends, myself included, family, and all of these fans who came night in and night out to see him perform! I think this is just rotten of him, and he needs to snap out of it and come back to reality!

You know what I think? I think it was Desires. When did Mark make the turn Sammy? Do you remember? It was when Darkest Desires returned. Who has been right next to him through this, fueling him as the so called 'darkness' overcame him? Darkest Desires! If you ask me, I think it's all her fault. She must have him brain washed! I think she intended to corrupt Mark and turn him for her own sick, twisted benefit. And sadly, it HAS worked.

But let's still not forget, that in fact he DOES have an opportunity that only happens once in a lifetime. Though for him, he seeks twice in a row! Mark Patton has the opportunity to get a shot at the SwF World Heavyweight Championship at what might be aptly titled, if he were to win, 'Dark Revolution'. But standing in his way are two experienced veterans, and a cagey youngster whose been on quite a roll lately, despite his inability to become the SwF Champion. 

That's right. Mark has to fend off Bill Baker first, and then get past ChAoS, OR Tigerheart, whichever wins that duel. And right now, neither would be a pushover for the defending winner of this tournament. Last year he had to overcome HUGE odds to make it to the finals, on his way to capturing the title of Supreme Tournament 2002 Champion, after a hard-fought match with Syxx. 

This year a bit more is at stake for him though, as he strives to give the SwF a taste of this 'darkness' he speaks of. Also, he has to fend of such legendary talent, that let it be known were NOT in last year's tournament, ChAoS, but first Bill Baker. Now Mark has been quite successful as of late against Bill Baker, defeating him for the Intercontinental Championship at Bloody Revenge, and another victory just two weeks ago, though a tainted one, since Desires felt it her business to sneak the title into Mark while distracting the referee, allowing Mark to pick up the victory.

*The arena fell silent as the lights inside died down to a dull, dim darkness. But that was quickly extinguished as a thick blue hue came up from the stage floor, and drizzled down from the rafters like an early morning dew. 'The New Shit' began as the fans reacted accordingly, booing the once-popular SwF Superstar. He stops at the top of the ramp, and stretches his arms wide, as the SwF Intercontinental Championship is held in his right hand. He raises it into the air and pats the face of the title before pointing to the fans, as though to tell them 'this is MINE...something I have but none of you EVER will!'.  He walks down the ramp and into the ring with Desires on his arm, keeping a grip on his bicep securely. He jumps up onto the apron, and holds down the bottom rope, pushing the middle one up, allowing Desires easy entrance. Following her, Mark steps into the ring, and walks over towards the time keeper's position, leaning over the rope, demanding a microphone, which he is immediately given by Lilith Evan. He walks back over to the center of the ring, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead, as the lights return to full bright, and beat down on him in the middle of the ring. The fans scream displeasing chants of 'Asshole' and 'Sell Out' to Mark, who begins to become enraged, before Desires walks over to him, leans up  and rests her hands on his chest, pressing a soft kiss into his lips, which seems to calm his anger. He raises the mic to his lips as she backs away, taking a step to the side, standing next to him, an arm over his shoulder.*

Ingrates, each and every one of you. Sheep, prime for the slaughter! You all attempt to anger me with your chants, as though your opinions mean ANYTHING to a dark soul. Foolish, absolutely foolish. You all believe that you can cause me some kind of harm if I know you don't approve of me? Simply put...YOU ARE ALL A BUNCH OF CLOWNS! I don't think I've EVER seen a group of people that make it so laughable to call 'human beings' in my life. I know that even here in Charlotte, North Carolina... the home of my beloved Carolina Panthers, you are all a bunch of pathetic excuses for living tissue. I look around at all of you and frankly...I am not impressed. If this is what your God seems to be proud of creating, then either he has a VERY sick, warped sense of humor, or your God lacks the common sense to see a batch of imbeciles when he sees one. He should've just wiped you all out of existence when he saw what he created here! 

But I'm not out here to point out the overwhelmingly obvious. I've come out here with a few things to say on the eve of the Supreme Tournament. The final card has been released since Monday, and we've all seen the qualifiers. Lets face it, the things I did to that big ol' beast, are simply remarkable... inhuman even! But even better, is what I intend on doing in less than 24 hours. I intend on walking in and making what happened to Death look petty. But people talk about competition. And though we all know that I can beat the other three men... there is some impressive names, ok, one. Tigerheart...he simply isn't ready for me yet. Maybe another year, and when he can get the job done as champ against someone like Big Nasty...maybe, JUST MAYBE he can compete in the same ring, on the same level as me! Then of course there is Bill Baker. We've seen what I've done to the Spoot in the past month. 2-0! Let's make it 3-0 after tomorrow night! He's got talent, but again... he's not ready yet. Now for the impressive face still left... the all mighty, the crowned prince of the SwF...the BEAST... CHAOS!

ChAoS has had an extensive record in the SwF, probably the biggest, most impressive career, and name the SwF has EVER seen. That is until after Supreme Tournament. Cause lets face it boys and girls, even a bunch of home-schooled, home-fed, inbred, incompetent morons like you can see where this tournament is heading... to the pinnacle! You want a reason to buy Supreme Tournament? Look no further than the finals. There you'll see the two biggest names in the history of this sport... on one side, a man whose done it all, and then some. A man whose captured NEARLY every conceivable title and accolade in the SwF. In one corner of the ring...the man-beast...ChAoS! And on the other side, screw the cliche 'the next big thing'...right now, I AM the big thing! And I'm going to prove it to the entire world when I take out the best ever in the SwF! And after I succeed in doing so, I'll be the rightful number one contender for the SwF Championship at Dark Revolution. Has a familiar sound to it, doesn't it? If my memory serves me correctly, one year ago, I did much the same thing, after defeating Syxx. And while I nowhere near put Syxx in the same category with a legend such as ChAoS, the result will be the same! 

See, I listened to what ChAoS had to say out here earlier this week. I heard him proclaim himself the victor before he even stepped foot in the ring. And that's all good and well, as long as you dont actually believe it to be the truth. I listened carefully. I heard the anticipation in his voice, the anxiousness, the nervousness... he's never won this tournament, and he wants it, oh how he wants it. Sadly to say, it'll have to wait another year. Next year, when I'm SwF Champion, he can win the tournament and get a shot at me! This year, I WILL become back-to-back Supreme Tournament Champion, and from there move on and retake what was robbed from me at Total Chaos...the SwF World Heavyweight Championship! 

So while we wait for Armageddon to take place, while we wait to see every meaning of the word PAIN, and while we sit, anticipating what is only inevitable... hear my words... listen to my voice, FEEL my fury...

Tigerheart...Bill Baker...CHAOS...

Through my will...I BRING FEAR!

*Mark throws down the microphone and exits the ring and up the ramp, disappearing into the darkness backstage as the fans give him massive boos, and Sammy Williams and Thor are left speechless, giving the signal to cut to commercial while they gather their thoughts.*