The Kovenant: Doc Placebo
Age of the Omega Parts 1 & 2
A chanting.
Louder the voices grow now perking your interest further as the camera continues to forage its way throughout this wooded area. Many there are as they speak in unison, speaking as one, repetitively, over and over. The sounds of the chant begin to coalesce within your ears forming words although they are still terribly soft.
Our time is now, our time is now, our time is now…
Still the camera continuously forges onward clearly with a destination in sight. The chantings grow louder as the camera takes you further and further into the cold of the night. Your eyes see a soft orange glow that begins to take shape in the distance. Clearly it is a light source of some kind obstructed by various pieces of foliage and wilting trees. The voices continue to speak louder.
…our time is now, our time is now, our time is now…
The camera slows somewhat now, the glowing orange light ahead grows in luminance in proportion to volume of the chanting voices whom have yet to be accounted for. The camera slows to just outside of a clearing in the forest allowing you for the first time to view the sources of these sounds and light. You are met with a perplexing vision of several kneeling figures clad in black robes forming a semi circle around a fire which has burned down to nothing but the hottest of orange embers. The occasional flame spits forth as the fire attempts to breathe light into itself only to be extinguished immediately. A standing figure also shrouded in a black robe stands with arms outstretched over those embers. One hand is empty, the other holds a knife. Voices from those kneeling continue to chant.
…our time is now, our time is now, our time is now…
The hooded figure with outstretched arms seems to examine the knife for a moment which is held in one of their arms. The glow from the fire dances across the blade reflecting its light brilliantly even though the fire is clearly in its final death throes. The patterns of light on the deadly instrument appear to have transfixed its wielder for a moment until in one deft move the standing figure quickly grasps the blade with their free hand and speaks loudly amidst the chanting…
Long have we waited!
OUR TIME IS NOW! OUR TIME IS NOW! OUR TIME IS NOW!
Long have we studied!
OUR TIME IS NOW! OUR TIME IS NOW! OUR TIME IS NOW!
And it is now our time! Omega! With this small offering I and this congregation once again pledge ourselves to thee, your ideology, and your will!”
OUR TIME IS NOW! OUR TIME IS NOW! OUR TIME IS NOW!
OUR TIME IS NOW! OUR TIME IS NOW! OUR TIME IS NOW!
The chanting continues to rise up from the kneeling conglomerate of those assembled behind the standing robed figure who also falls to one knee. Slowly inch by inch the one who was once standing pulls the dagger from their clinched hand. Although marred by the stains of freshly spilt blood the blade still reverberates with reflected light from the hotbed of coals now only a few feet away. Droplets of blood fall from the blade and strike coals in the fire pit causing sizzling sounds and puffs of smoke to rise from the smoldering inferno. Fully removed from its sheath of flesh the dagger’s surface saturated in life giving blood is then held with both hands with the blade pointing back towards the chest of the robed figure wielding the blade. His hands do not completely encompass the blade as if he were about to strike himself down instead his palms are open reflecting a different gesture, the blade is being presented to someone…
OUR TIME IS NOW! OUR TIME IS NOW! OUR TIME IS NOW!
The camera angle shifts to reveal Doc Placebo standing on the opposite side of the dying fire also wearing a similar black robe. His hood however is not drawn to cover his head however as was the rest of those assembled thus far. Erica is seen wearing little more than a black dress while her mouth attentively tends to her duties as she has in the past with Placebo’s various other title belts. Working over the Doctor’s left hand she sensually licks and sucks on his various fingers and the surfaces it’s skin. Stepping forward Placebo’s hand is removed from the pallet of his favorable Minion slave; one of his fingers traces a path from her lips along her cheek with her saliva before he removes his hand from the delicate surface of her face. A thin strand of fluids still bind both face and hand for a moment before Placebo takes the knife firmly in hand from his follower before speaking while the chants cease immediately.
Doc Placebo, “My Legion… the Placebo Youth. It has been long since the UWA or even the world itself has seen your devotion at my side.”
Doc Placebo, “My philosophy has long gone unrealized. No longer shall this past repeat itself.”
Doc Placebo, “Societal Antagonism! The study of the collapse of cultures and of those in present day… and antagonize the destruction of such cultures so that they may rise again in our fashion to create a new society, a greater world! We will create the new world where the faults of the old world will be left behind like a snake shedding its skin. These thoughts, these goals, have been unrealized… that is until today.”
Holding the gleaming dagger up the Doctor smears the blood still sticking to its metallic surface. Erica’s saliva mixes with the blood of the Placebo Youth member forming an intermixing concoction of bodily fluids on the blade’s edge. The Andorran wrestler and Koven Founder nods his approval at the sacrifice and then lowers his hands and the blade to his side. Addressing the kneeling youth who has now been joined by two other hooded followers flanking him on either side Placebo speaks.
Doc Placebo, “You may all remove your hoods…”
The entire group of those assembled about the slowly burning fire remove their hoods. The one who had held the blade and made the offering of his own blood removes his hood first revealing his identity is that of Will. The Placebo Youth member who had ‘befriended’ then captive ten year old 10 Minute Major fan Ian. During this friendship Will’s duplicitous betrayal of Paige Lane and the Doctor’s plans to use Major’s child fan against him were uncovered and as a result he suffered hideous tortures inflicted on him by the young woman and his own girlfriend Rebecca who is now seen kneeling next to him. It was of course revealed later that Will had only befriended Ian so that he could bear witness to his only friend during his time as a prisoner within the Andorran Consulate be tortured and then turn on him in the end as he faked an escape attempt. Notable Placebo Youth fanatic Chris is kneeling on the other side of Will while the rest of the followers are unrecognizable in the dark. The teenage followers of Placebo’s ideals all look towards the Andorran wrestler as he prepares to speak yet again…
The scene fades to the still burning embers of the fire and slowly distort till there is nothing but a garbled congealed orange hue gracing your eyes before the scene fades to a series of words written with the combination of the colors blue and yellow.
Intermission
Doc Placebo, “My Youth. We have much work to do however much of this task which has been designated to me by the Alpha has been done by others which I will get to shortly.”
Doc Placebo, “Globally… we have seen the collapse of two notable middle eastern cultures in Afghanistan and Iraq while the President a great ally of ours who in a tribute to the International Incident painted the United States RED last Tuesday in what the TriNatas as dubbed to be a ‘communist period’… yes that was sweet tribute.”
Doc Placebo, “However he has also been following the teachings of societal antagonism and has sought to speed up the omega within Afghanistan and Iraq so that he can rebuild them anew. Although success has been seen in former the latter flounders about in the state of anarchy which it will maintain until each member of that society subscribe to the new social contract presented to them by a new Iraqi government as Thomas Paine would argue.”
Doc Placebo, “Here domestically we have also seen great shifts in political power with a further weakened democratic party which leads me to the UWA…”
Placebo pauses for a moment gathering his thoughts and notices he is still holding onto the dagger which is dripping its concoction of human fluids onto the ground and some staining his robe. Perhaps a bit annoyed by this the Doctor glances over to Erica who is still kneeling to his side just behind him where he left her as he stepped forward to receive the sacrificial dagger. Stepping back Placebo runs his hand which his slave had been salivating on just a few moments ago through her hair. Follicles of hair stick to his hand as a result of her saliva still coating his hand. With his fingers the Andorran parts her lips while Erica anticipating Placebo’s motives sticks out her tongue as her master places the flat edge of the dagger along her tongue slowly. Blood and saliva from Erica’s own mouth coat her tongue from the blade while Placebo continues to speak as he slowly draws the blade across her tongue.
Doc Placebo, “Will, I’ve discussed instances in the world where my teachings can be observed… where in the UWA do we see instances of the omega moving forward? Instances we can exploit?”
Still quite conscious of the wound in his hand which Will is tightly grasping so that he can slow the bleeding the Placebo Youth founding member is tentative to speak.
Will, “Perhaps Nick Pellett… or Mike Furious.”
Doc Placebo, “Two very prominent UWA personalities… lets discuss Furious first. Why did you choose him?”
Will, “He’s a maverick. A few days ago tearing up his papers for good and now he’s back… skipping out on your match at Mayhem as well.”
Doc Placebo, “Hmm… yes I haven’t forgotten that little act of cowardice. If anyone had anything to be furious about this week it was Big Boss and I while that little ‘Legend Killer’ went on vacation to get in touch with his feminine side and eat cookies or whatever it is he does. Furious illustrates what is wrong with the UWA today. If you can’t get what you want what do you do? Compete harder for it or quit? Furious says quit and I’ll be glad to show him the door.”
Doc Placebo, “Rebecca… when did you notice such weakness in the UWA roster?”
Rebecca, “Doc… I… uh… hate to say this but… during the Incident?”
Now finished scraping off all of the excess blood and saliva that had coated his newly acquired dagger Placebo examines is now gleaming surface as it reflects the dulling light of the burning embers at his feet. His cracks a smile at the teen’s hesitant comment.
Doc Placebo, “Oh don’t be shy, go on, I think your right.”
Rebecca breathes a little sigh of relief before continuing…
Rebecca, “When TriNatas, Major, Dahrkov, and yourself formed the International Incident you immediately held the power. World Title, Tag Team Title, Hardcore Title… and later the US Title? There was no power to balance the equation and no one filled the role unlike the last time, it fell to you to dissolve faction as UWA could not.”
Doc Placebo, “I think you’re onto something… powerful alliances like the Incident and the Koven destroy competition… I am the very problem which I face. It is in my nature to forge power… so therefore the attitude held by Furious might well have been frustration vented in our direction. Which leads us to Pellett.”
Doc Placebo, “Chris… what did our former producer say so recently… it was almost music to my ears.”
Chris, “This is the end.”
Shouting atop his lungs Placebo raises a fist in the air triumphantly
Doc Placebo, “This is the END!
Doc Placebo, “If only Mr. Pellett knew just how right he is, his words are prophetic in meaning to our cause for they herald the coming of a new age to the UWA.”
Doc Placebo, “This is now our time, the end game, the Age of the Omega!”
Doc Placebo, “At the pay per view I sought to defend the UWA against TNT… however I have now realized I must defend the UWA against itself. And to achieve this goal I must murder the very company to which I pledge my service. Through its death the UWA shall be reborn and a new UWA will rise up from the nether! No longer will these problems plague us and to that end, to bring upon the final end…
…I challenge…
…I stalk…
…and I will hunt the symbol that is…
UWA CHAMPION Wall2K!”
Placebo falls silent and takes several steps backward donning on the hood of his now blood stained black cowl. Raising his fist Placebo begins chanting, “Our time is now… our time is now…” The Placebo Youth follow suit and also don on their hoods once more concealing their identity. The congregation rises from their kneeling positions and begins to walk away from the fire which is now barely clinging to life. While they walk backwards into the dark depths of the forest night their voices can be heard speaking in unison even after their concealed forms blend with the shadows of the woods.
OUR TIME IS NOW, OUR TIME IS NOW, OUR TIME IS NOW…
…Our Time Is Now, Our Time Is Now, Our Time Is Now…
…our time is now, our time is now, our time is now…
Erica moves over to Doc Placebo who is resting within the confines of a wooden chair. In a low voice a question is asked. “Lord… will we be going to Mayhem?” Placebo ponders the question for a moment before a little smile perks on the outskirts of his lips “If there is blood to be spilled…” The scene fades to darkness…
~fin~