The Kovenant: Doc Placebo
Observers
The small formation comes to a stop while Erica turns to the two men in the rear while Placebo removes a small keycard from his pocket.
Erica, “You two wait out here, we don’t want him to catch us off guard again like he did last time. Don’t let ANYONE through those doors after us!”
Erica, “You understand?”
Minions 1 & 2, “Yes Ma’am”
The Doctor simply holds the keycard up to a small sensor near the door while Erica spouts forth her orders to the rear Minion guard. The doors begin to slide open while Placebo quickly enters the building unwilling to wait any longer, Erica and the two remaining members of their escort scurry after the former UWA Wrestler trying to keep up. Inside the structure known to UWA, GWS, and fans of a few other wrestling organizations recall to be the Kovenant Club The masked men are on guard scanning the room with their eyes making sure there is nothing in the shadows lurking about like a chameleon…
Once again Erica turns towards the two guards and begins discharging orders however the camera pans away from her and towards the Doctor who is examining a small note tacked onto cork board hanging on a wall which is littered with various announcements. Tearing the note from the board the Doctor takes a particular interest in one of these notes while the camera zooms in allowing you the viewer privy to its contents as well.
To whom it may concern,
Effective 12/10/2004 all goings on within this building, within my domain, will be observed by me. Anyone entering, leaving, or residing within these walls shall be watched, at ALL times... the transition from UWA to TPW must be perfect.
Crumpling the paper up into a wad of paper the Doctor pauses for a moment as if reflecting in thought. His eyes dart over towards Erica whom is still in the process of briefing the two guards and a smile begins to creep onto his face…
Doc Placebo, “So… he likes to watch does he?”
The scene begins to dissolve while Placebo’s smirk continues to grow. Bit by bit the scene is eaten away and replaced with the seemingly sterile image of a metallic room. Well lit the room is a fairly wide open space with several long black bags hanging from the ceiling suspended by chains. A thin covering of frost coat the bags bearing authentication to the chilling climate present within the room while the Doctor and Erica enter, their breath visible due to the cold temperatures. Their arms intertwined the couple stroll through the room going from bag to bag, their feet move lightly seemingly without effort almost as if they were dancing rather than simply walking. Reaching the center of the room, surrounded by hanging bags, the Doctor’s eyes turn towards the young woman by his side…
Doc Placebo, “Would you care to pick this time?”
Erica, “MMm…. Lets see…”
Erica’s eyes light up like a 5 year old girl about to pick her first pumpkin. Her attention darts from bag to bag while she makes her choice. Finally her eyes settle on one bag to her left and while a smile on her face she proclaims…
Erica, “THAT ONE!”
Doc Placebo, “That one? Are you sure?”
Erica, “Yeah, lets use that one.”
Doc Placebo, “Looks good to me.”
Placebo and Erica both take positions around the hanging bag. Erica looks as if she wants to explode while Doc takes a grip on the frozen bag. Flakes of frost break off from the bag’s surface slowly float down to the metallic floor. Tearing the bag away the Andorran Doctor unveils a corpse suspended via meat hooks and chain. The deceased human body simply hangs limp and frozen. It’s face contorted in an expression of anguish or sorrowful lament, its mouth open as if it were trying to communicate some unspeakable horror while the Doctor takes a moment to examine it making sure the frost hasn’t damaged its structure too much. Assured of its quality Placebo takes a few steps back and gestures to Erica.
Doc Placebo, “After you.”
Erica, “Hmm… shouldn’t you be preparing for tomorrow?”
Doc Placebo, “What against Hugoku and Downfall? Their harmless!”
Erica, “True, but you don’t want to slack on your first night.”
Erica take a moment to size up the corpse hanging in front of her. It is only at this moment that you realize every corpse within this room is hanging at the same height as that of a punching bag while Erica sends a stiff kick to the cadaver’s knee twisting the dead body about and cracking its body. Shards of frozen corpse break away with the fury of her initial strike. Placebo smiles and retaliates in kind with a quick jab to the chest of the corpse sending it flying back at Erica, the body’s chest cracks at the Doctor’s strike sending frost bits flying about the room like snowflakes.
Doc Placebo, “Their a hapless duo, my pet. Both Hugoku and Donnie will soon learn what it means to compete against true professional competition.”
Erica, “Clever… but then Hugo has been a World Champion before.”
Doc Placebo, “Here he has, only because I and the rest of our Kovenant were not here to intervene.”
Erica who has been tentatively allowing the corpse to waiver back and forth between the Doctor and herself on its own momentum delivers an elbow strike to the exact same place where Placebo had jabbed. The corpse cracks again and shudders as if it still had the capacity to feel pain. More bits of frozen dead flesh break away from the body, this time the pieces coat Erica like a light snow. The frost encrusted cadaver bits reflect the bright lights of the room giving the young woman a shimmering effect throughout her hair and upper body.
Erica, “But I KNOW you Doc… you don’t want to just defeat them, you want to hurt them, punish them. MAKE THEM submit and then continue…”
Doc Placebo, “Yes… TPW needs to be taught a lesson. Before we can go forward there must be a few steps backward. Hugoku and Donnie Downfall, they are two giant steps backward. TPW will need to witness their suffering to the point where these champions’ pain has reverberated throughout every star in this organization.”
This time the Doctor sends a hard punch towards the breaking chest of the chain tethered corpse. Bending his arm Placebo then strikes again with his elbow impacting the cadaver’s shoulder sending it violently backwards towards Erica. Bits of corpse now cover the Doctor as well making him shimmer in the light as well.
Erica, “Mm…. yes, I want to see it too. I want to see blood splattering on the canvas, to hear their screams howling up into the arena only to be washed out by the heckling of the masses… beauty.”
With the corpse rushing at her quickly via the momentum from Placebo’s strikes Erica responds in kind by halting the dead thing’s movement with a quick elbow of her own followed by a powerful spinning roundhouse kick straight to the cracked shoulder. The shoulder screeches and shatters breaking away from the main body. The now detached dead arm flies through the air impacting with another chained bagged corpse and then shattering on the floor into several pieces. Erica becomes even more encased in flakes of dead cadaver, her body now shining like an angel of depravity encased in death.
The chained corpse is now spinning with ferocity towards Placebo who ducks it as it flies past him and then again as it comes back around only this time the Doctor retaliates with a strong uppercut slashing at the broken chest of the dead man. Following up this attack the Kovenant member then lashes out with two fists in a double axe handle attack crashing into the corpse’s chest once more. Again the corpse moans and shatters, the no longer chained body flies towards a doe eyed Erica who blocks at the last minute as the corpse slams into her toppling the young woman and trapping her between a dead body and a frozen cold metallic floor. Placebo recovering from his attack glances up at his mistress and tries to stifle a laugh while she struggles to get the corpse off of her body.
Erica, “…a little help… anytime…”
Making his way over to Erica Placebo pushes over the corpse revealing an Erica coated almost entirely in bits of frozen corpse. Her body glistens as if it were entirely encased in ice while Placebo leans over her whipping some of the particles from her face.
Erica, “…you should get back to practicing…”
Doc Placebo, “Why?”
Erica, “Hugoku and Donnie…”
Doc Placebo, “Are nothing.”
Both the Doctor and Erica still reflecting light about the room as little prisms of ice attached to bits of freezing cadaver give the couple a hellishly angelic glow. The two death coated lovers embrace kissing and intermixing fluids and possibly a few pieces of cadaver while the camera begins to pan away. While the two continue to grip onto each other as if trying to dig each other’s fingernails into each other’s skin the image of the scene becomes blurred as the colors become faded and washed out. Continuing to pan backwards further you realize the scene has switched and your eyes are now greeted with the image of a dark room lit only by a massive conglomerate of television monitors all of which are focusing on the morgue in which we were just present. Within this room only bathed with the light of this television screens sits a man within a chair, his features unknown to you, but his voice calls out…
????, “Doc… you sick fuck.”
With these words spoken the scene begins to fade away as the shadowy figure continues to watch Doc and Erica playing about in the morgue.