The Kovenant: Doc Placebo
Allegory of the Morgue
The Doctor is standing just to the left of your screen dressed in a dark gray suit with matching pants & shoes. His dress shirt and tie are both white. The TPW Tag Team Championship can be seen adorning his waist as it were a cummerbund. The towering female shadow moves quickly in response to a discrete nod by the Andorran.
SMACK!
SMaCk!
smack!
Doc Placebo, “Evening, TPW, that introduction was no doubt… out of the ordinary. However, given we are ever so close to Conspiracy of One I thought I should stress a simple point.”
Doc Placebo, “Consider what you see here… shadows cast on an icy wall, an imprisoned audience only able to bear witness to myself and the combined shadows of their own bodies, Erica, and whatever objects she sees fit to punish them with.”
Doc Placebo, “Although I know it must be a stretch for some of you, especially Michael Bonds and perhaps X-Dog… well I’m sure it’s a stretch for him as well, but I would like for the next few moments for you and the rest of TPW, to use your intellect, should you have any to draw upon of course.”
Doc Placebo, “Now for a moment, observe the shadows…”
The shadows of those restrained by jackets struggle about somewhat in some sort of anticipatory response while the shadow of Erica bends over and then returns to it’s former stature, this time her shadowy hand wields what appears to be a kendo stick. Although those imprisoned cannot see the kendo stick their eyes are forced to observe the shadow of the kendo stick.
Doc Placebo, “Look at that now, worthless slaves cannot see the kendo stick, their eyes only bear witness to the harmless shadow but their minds understand the reference.”
Erica’s shadow moves again in accordance to the movements of her body as she lashes out with her kendo stick striking one of the assembled kneeling slaves. The stick shatters against the backside of a restrained slave’s skull.
CRACK!
MMMMmmmmmpphhhAARRrrrgghh!
MMmmmnnnn nNMMMmmphh!
With the deafening sound of wood smashing into flesh and bone the shadow of an assailed slave collapses as the shadow’s counterpart falls forward as a result of the blow. A scream attempts to rise from the imprisoned human’s mouth however it is stifled by something gagging their mouth creating an indescribable sound akin only to wailing. Erica’s shadow looks down at its handiwork; the kendo stick’s shadow is now bent reflecting the full ferocity of the young woman’s strike.
Doc Placebo, “Did you see it? Alas I doubt that you see what I saw, at least not yet, but you will. Yes.”
Doc Placebo, “That creature saw the kendo stick, however, let us conjecture that this creature had been imprisoned here for it’s entire existence. Let us conjecture that the only things which it had been able to lay eyes upon where the shadows created by my spotlight. Think about that for a moment while my little pet finds a new toy…”
Once more Erica’s shadow moves with a purpose and you feel as if you are in a sense bearing witness so some sort of sadistic puppet show while her shadow rises this time bearing a device. Once more there is a nervous reaction to the shadow from those assembled. The device’s shadow seems somewhat similar to the long needle nose pliers you had spied earlier. In a deft strike Erica’s shadow lashes at the kneeling shadow flanking her left.
Continuing to apply pressure to the pliers which is crushing the flesh just above the shoulder of a restrained female the pain stricken woman’s back arches under the onslaught while Erica twists and turns the tool to further incite more cries of agony from her captive audience. As her cries decrescendo to a piteous whimper Placebo begins to dictate.
Doc Placebo, “I’m certain that even the dullest TPW ‘rising stars’ have caught onto a patter thus far however do you see the meaning? I think not.”
Doc Placebo, “Following our previous line of thought I posed the scenario to you that these imprisoned things here have always been here. They would then have never laid eyes upon any real object, only their counterpart shadows.”
Doc Placebo, “Given that scenario these slaves would then have believed that the shadows their eyes would have seen were the genuine article. That shadow of a kendo stick was really a kendo stick to them in this hypothetical situation. That shadow of those pliers would have also been equally real.”
Erica who had been pausing in her malicious treatment of her charge clinches the pliers down on her target once more inciting yet another agonizing squeal.
The slave’s shadow collapses under Erica’s unrelenting punishments and continues to twitch on the frozen metallic floor of the Kovenant Klub’s morgue. Placebo begins to speak again while Erica’s shadow tosses away her pliers and goes in search of yet another plaything.
Doc Placebo, “These slaves here are associating the true meaning of ‘kendo stick’ and ‘pliers’ to their shadows which you and I know not to be the true item. However to them they are the true item, the pain they induce is the same as the genuine article is indeed being used upon them in tandem to their subservient watching of the shadows. If this hypothetical in which we are discussing were true then these slaves here under Erica’s care would have no knowledge of the true forms of ‘kendo stick’ and ‘pliers’ and…‘barb-wire’.”
On the frost covered wall with two shadows of straight jacket ensnared humans sprawling on the cold floor in agony Erica’s shadow haughtily stands tall over her charges, her shadow seemingly holding what appears to be the shadow of coiled barbed wire as Placebo suggested. Nudging several of the pain stricken slaves with her foot looking for some sort of reaction Erica takes a moment to decide which of those arrayed before her will be her next victim while the Doctor continues on with his monologue uninterrupted with the screams of those damned within this morgue.
Doc Placebo, “Now that I have posed my questions, provided my visual stimuli, and had my fill of the screams… it is time to tell you and those with an education smart enough to pick up on my blatant references to Plato’s Allegory of the Cave… why it is you are witnessing this atrocity? WHAT does this have to do with TPW?”
Doc Placebo, “WHAT?”
Doc Placebo, “Well, I’ll tell you.”
Doc Placebo, “I told Hugoku and Donnie Downfall last week they were to be the first to fall at Copperblade’s and my hands. They didn’t listen. But they still fell. Why did they fall?”
Doc Placebo, “I’ll tell you that too.”
The camera zooms out while Placebo takes several strides forward from his prior position next to the frozen wall. He now stands near his precious pet, Erica who is still contemplating on her next battering. The Kovenant member looks down at her handiwork with pride before continuing.
Doc Placebo, “It’s because they and everyone here is just like this pathetic wretches on the floor before me. These slaves sworn to me as if they were nothing but property which they are after some… encouragement…”
With her foot Erica kicks one of the still kneeling pieces of property adjacent to her. Once the captive has fallen you notice a heavy pattern of scars beginning to take shape just below the collar. No doubt these were inflicted throughout a prolonged period of time and with the use of multiple instruments.
Doc Placebo, “Your just like them, you might as well just be sitting here in this morgue watching the shadows! When you compete in that ring you THINK you’re seeing skill in your opponent…
…you THINK you’re seeing skill in yourself while you watch tapes of your performance. However what you’re seeing is nothing but a SHADOW of that skill because you haven’t been challenged yet…
…you HAVEN’T faced the true form of skill, you HAVEN’T faced talent, you HAVEN’T faced us, the Kovenant and you HAVEN’T faced…
…ME.”
Finally settled on a target an almost angelic Erica bathed in the bright light of the spotlight just mere feet from her off camera raises her whip in preparation to strike while the Doctor watches on eagerly in anticipation. Flinging her arm forward the whip hisses through the air as it thrusts precious oxygen from its path like a lightening bolt.
CRACK!
With the impact of the whip the light from the spotlight just a mere few feet from the Doctor and his pet extinguishes leaving the room in compete and utter darkness. Unknown to you the scene is fading away and dissolving however a single voice can still be heard speaking through the dark umbra of shadow…
“At Wargames, X-Dog… you will suffer at the hands of the… Omega sin…
The scene comes to it’s final denouement in the dark.