On a Short Leash

THE SCENE OPENS.... To a repetitive liquid slurping sound. Slowly as light enters the scene thus removing it's polar opposite from your vision you see the sopping image of the UWA European Title. The championship title which had been previously stuck within the confines of the laughingly ludicrous statement that it had been supposed to represent Europe. This was of course seen throughout most of the Old World as a comprehensive abhorrent parody of reality as the accolade was bastardized by wave after wave of Americans. Now, as the title rests in pure European hands, specifically Andorran hands, the camera pans out ever so slightly revealing that the title is in fact NOT in Andorran hands, but resting on an Andorran lap. Doc Placebo is seen relaxing in his bathrobe, his championship title in his lap. Between his legs Erica clad in few garments save what appears to be a thin wispy material barely covering her body. Her arms are behind her while she attends to her movements which are swift and lucid.

...slllliiiiiiisssssshhhhhhhhh...

Moving like a bat stuck in hell Erica laps away at a fever pitch covering the golden European symbol with her fluids. The Title gleams as commanding light from an unknown source surrounds only the couple bound at the European Title itself. Your eyes cannot perceive anything which encompasses the two UWA personas as there is nothing but an obscurity of darkness. For them there is nothing outside of this absence of darkness in which they bathe in at this moment. Of course existence as it was has not ceased to exist as that would be impossible, it has however ceased to matter.

Doc Placebo, "My little talented dancer..."

Doc Placebo, "Let's show how the Koven promotes titles..."

With his right hand the Artisan of Agony grabs hold to something that had been unseen before... a strap of leather? No, not a strap... it is a long piece of inter woven leather the end of which is wrapped around the end of Erica's neck. You can see this now as the Doctor has pulled on said strap bringing the young woman closer to him placing some strain on her neck in the process. You can see the slick glimmer of silver on the side of her neck indicating a belt buckle as the Andorran brings his tethered beauty closer to him till she is held up just a few inches from the Doctor's face. Another glint can be seen around Erica's wrists which you now see have been handcuffed behind her back. Her face is masked with a fleece of saliva. Small globs ooze off of her face and slack onto the European gold. Moving closer to her the Doctor lovingly wipes away some of the saliva from her jaw line and tastes it just prior to kissing his leashed companion then whispering...

Doc Placebo, "...and what happens with no television censors...?"

Her reply is raspy and intermittent with short gasps as she struggles slightly for air. It's not impossible for her to breathe as the belt buckle prevents the belt from strangling her, otherwise she would not have been able to utter a single sound, yet it is difficult. Trying as it may be it doesn't seem to faze Erica; the look in her eyes is that of a hungering yet restrained demoness glaring into the eyes of her prey.

Erica, "....yesss... *huff* ...MMmmmmmm... *huff* ...mmMMMm.."

Smiling as he withdraws from his former slave's lips the Andorran forces the once minion back down towards the title which she assails with a torrent of the Omega Sin's saliva mixed into her own. The camera angle which provides you the only glimpse into this oddity sifts about the room as if it was a specter and currently hangs above the European Champion and his lady friend. It is as if the camera was manned by a vampire bat hanging from the ceiling after digging its claws into the Consulate's stucco ceiling.

Doc Placebo, "...I knew you'd like to..."

Erica's movements slow slightly as she tends to every single ridge and variation in the gold plating of this UWA Title. If she were a washing machine it would be as if she had been switched from permanent press over to delicate. Running his free hand through her hair while she works the belt on his lap the Doctor does not forget the belt in his hand and makes sure to keep a tight grip on it limiting her movements to only areas of the title Placebo deems worthy of her expertise. Looking down at Erica just as the rest of the unseen audience which makes up for the slim viewer ship of this particular Koven production the man speaks...

Doc Placebo, "Little UWA... do you hear me?"

Doc Placebo, "Yes, I'm sure you do... do you care? I don't, so it doesn't matter."

Doc Placebo, "But did you know little Erica's tongue has graced every UWA Championship Title save one?"

Doc Placebo, "Every non Koven Champion in the UWA right now wear a belt which has been marked by her as my territory. Yes... even your precious UWA Title Mr. Walters, has been marked."

Doc Placebo, "It's a deliciously tasty thought isn't it?"

Ceasing her delicate efforts a near possessed Erica quickly glances up towards the Doctor hungrily licking her lips remembering the golden tastes of each title he has won; the small surface of the television title which had left her wanting... the preciously chill feel of the World Title's cold surface against her lips, the coppery taste of her own blood pouring from the scarring cuts which dug into her flesh from the Hardcore Title. Of course she could never forget the poisonous aftertaste of the Tag Titles left over from TriNatas' tear gas which forced her to gargle after nearly every lick or risk an unwanted meeting with her most recent meal. Now the European Title's unique taste mingles into her memories of the Doctor's past claims to fame here in UWA as well as in TPW & NEW as she is forced by a gentle tug of belt back to work.

Doc Placebo, "Just close your eyes with me..."

Doc Placebo, "...all of you..."

Doc Placebo, "Imagine this very scene happening to your own belts..."

Doc Placebo, "You newcomers to the UWA... imagine all that your working for, having already been debased for my own perverse pleasure before you get your first match..."

Doc Placebo, "Imagine this..."

Doc Placebo, "Imagine her exploring every golden ridge, every metallic fragment, and all those little creases in the leather straps you use to wrap your belts around you having been fully mapped by my little Sacagawea... claiming this gold for Placebo."

Doc Placebo, "Imagine this and know..."

Doc Placebo, "UWA is MINE!"

Doc Placebo, "The territory has been marked, only one little frontier remains before I've claimed it all and fully used UWA... and conquered ALL OF YOU!"

Instead of opting for the belt in his hand the Doctor whom had been previously mentioned some time ago to have earned his doctorate in chemical science grabs a fist full of hair and moves Erica over towards another segment of the belt which was beginning to dry.

 Doc Placebo, "But... do you think you can stop me? Please... stop me."

Doc Placebo, "Hurt me."

Doc Placebo, "If you think you can... I've felt pain, and winning this title at what should have been a battle against the very Gods themselves... felt like stubbing my toe."

Doc Placebo, "Come on UWA... make me suffer, give me new exquisite crescendos of throbbing to experience. Why? So that I may be enabled to deal such pain back to you in return. But you won't..."

Doc Placebo, "Won't give me a new pain that is... you can't."

Doc Placebo, "CAN YOU? I don't think so... can my opponent this week? I don't think so."

Doc Placebo, "His friend above all others except one knows the true meaning of the Crucible. Natas and I saw to that after all, it's a pity he was eliminated so soon. But then if you can't stand the fire stay out of my way."

Doc Placebo, "Turn back kid, turn back now, you have nothing to offer me..."

As if sensing the Andorran's displeasure at the source of his employment Erica leaps to action wrapping her saliva coated lips around her former Master's arm like a leach. Her teeth digging into his flesh... tearing and rending pieces of Placebo in her mouth. The Omega Sin closes his eyes and breathes in deeply as his arm is torn. His free hand grips into a fist causing more blood to flow into the wound pouring crimson blood into Erica's mouth staining her teeth and tantalizing her tongue's sense of taste driving her to bite down harder for more. A droplet of blood seeps through the near zip lock seal of her lips and travels down her chin clinging to her deceitfully angelic face... with a tug on the leather belt the seal is broken between the tainted young woman's lips and the swordsman's forearm... flashing a quick smile with blemished teeth she returns to her work on the title... her lips and tongue leave trails of Placebo's blood mixed with her saliva which slowly fade to a light pink.

Doc Placebo, "You might not be able to give me a reason to get out of bed... but I'll make you all wish you never had taken a step out into the daylight."

Doc Placebo, "Face me, and I'll show you pain. I'll show you suffering... its been too long since the UWA has existed under my foot... it shall again. A new age us upon us, a new age of endarkenment will fall upon you all..."

Doc Placebo, "You will remember What IT MEANS...
...to hurt."

With his final words said the Doctor turns his attentions once more towards the little vixen cleaning the championship title in his lap. Her attentions are totally undividedly on the European Title in front of her. The traces of Placebo's blood are now nearly completely mixed into her saliva masking it from your sight as Erica works tirelessly to rid any blemishes from the Omega Sin's new belt. Pulling on the belt which wraps around her neck Placebo beings the young lady up towards him and embraces her with both his wounded and belt wielding arms. The belt falls down to the side but is held aloft by the loop still bucked to the once Minioness' neck as the spotlight dies ushering this small audience into complete darkness. The scene comes to a close and the audience is ended as the Koven leader clutches the only one whom has managed to bring him pain since his return to UWA, his little Minioness.

~fin~