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Dropping the long black bag on equally long table which appears to have been specifically crafted to support the exact dimensions of these bags a loud noise reverberates throughout the room as the contents of the frozen plastic bag collide with the metallic table. The plastic which had been held stiff as a result of the frost encrusting it gives way to the hard surface of the table and bits of frozen condensation break away and flutter into the air. A bright light positioned directly over said table much like you would see in a dentist office or any given hospital’s emergency room illuminates these little shards of ice as if they were minute falling stars streaking through the chilled atmosphere. Snapping to attention the two leather clad men stand tall as the camera pans leftward slightly revealing Doc Placebo making his way to the table, Erica just behind him pushing a cart. The two are dressed as if they were preparing to perform some sort of surgical operation as both newcomers are wearing garbs you might see in an OR.
Minions 5 & 6, “Sir!”
The Andorran pauses for a moment and observes his surroundings with approval.
Doc Placebo, “All is in readiness?”
Minions 5, “Just finished, my Lord.”
Doc Placebo, “Good then, your dismissed… see if Judas requires any fresh meat then report back.”
Minions 5 & 6, “Sire…”
Heeding the voice that commands the two Minions in service to the Doctor take their leave and exit the room with haste leaving the Andorran and his Minioness to their own devices. Standing next to the table with the frost covered bag lying on its surface Placebo examines the texture of the bag for a moment by placing his gloved hand into the surface of the bag. Moving his hand about the subtle heat created by the Doctor’s body is just enough to melt a few ice crystals leaving a thin smearing trail of moisture in his hand’s path. Erica struggles a little with her cart that she is pushing as one of its wheels is broken as it is constantly forcing the cart in another direction like the reject shopping cart at the grocery store no one wants. Taking his hand from the bag’s surface the Kovenant member turns towards Erica…
Doc Placebo, “Shall we begin?”
Erica, “I guess so… are you expecting to learn anything from this or… just for shits and giggles?”
Doc Placebo, “Well, I observed my opponents for this week and… well I didn’t see any reason to keep listening to them.”
Erica, “Well… I didn’t expect much from Donny really. You stomped him in your debut in TPW and that was only when you were tagging with Rilo’s apprentice. And Creach…”
Doc Placebo, “Creach doesn’t even know who won what matches last week… but even though Rilo and I beat Mostwhatever and Shadow it doesn’t matter because their just as pathetic as Downfall and whoever it is he’s tagging with.”
Erica, “I think its Just Simon.”
Doc Placebo, “It doesn’t matter who it is, it could be Just the T-1000 from Terminator II and it still wouldn’t matter… with Donny as his partner he’s already committed to defeat. Let’s get this thing opened up…”
Nodding to the Doctor Erica wheels her cart about to a position where she can access it better while staying close to the table while Doc grasps a metallic zipper near the ‘head’ of the bag. Pulling on the zipper the Andorran Wrestler unveils a frozen corpse. The corpse is that of a middle aged bald man wearing a pair of black shorts. The body is frozen and its skin has turned from a healthy shade to a composite of light blues and grays. Taking in the scent of death into his nostrils Placebo breathes in deeply filling his lungs with the putrid smell rotting flesh. Keeping his eyes on the carcass lain before him the Andorran reaches out towards Erica with an open hand.
Doc Placebo, “Knife.”
A knife is placed in the hand of the man who will be tagging with Rilo at the upcoming pay per view however it is not the standard Doctor’s scalpel that you might expect. This is a specially crafted butcher knife with a serrated edge which Placebo has used on occasion for this sort of entertainment. The knife’s edge is coated with a layer of dried blood, specks of flesh, and other bodily fluids all congealed into a messy paste of death. Taking the clever in his hand and raising it just above the height of his head Placebo strikes several times into the chest of the corpse.
slice… CRACK…
…CRACK… slice…
…slice…
…CrrACckK!
Pausing from his butcher knife offensive the Doctor observes the carnage that his actions has wrought while returning his tool of choice to Erica. The chest of the corpse is now sufficiently mutilated. It’s once intact ribcage has been shattered on several locations while a rather large gash has been torn in from the upper chest of the corpse down towards its lower stomach. With gloved hands the Doctor wedges the cadaver’s chest cavity open inciting several snapping sounds as fractured bones break and shatter while they are forced into an unnatural position allowing you to view the organs which had once been responsible for the well being of someone’s life. Placebo takes a step back and admires his handiwork…
Doc Placebo, “Now… where oh where to start…”
Erica, “Lets see if we can find something in here that reminds us of Donny and Simon.”
Doc Placebo, “That Dynamic Duo huh?”
Doc Placebo, “I’ll bet I can dig something up…”
Reaching into the exposed chest cavity of the corpse the Kovenant member fumbles about with his hands searching through a series of thawing decomposing vital organs. Pulling one of his hands free you notice a series of blood smears across his sleeve and gloves while he once more reaches towards Erica with an open hand.
Doc Placebo, “Pliers.”
Erica quickly reaches towards the cart which she had just wheeled into the room and for the first time you notice the tools which are arrayed on its surface. Saws, pliers, butcher knives, clamps, hooks, a box of nails, and a large pair of garden sheers are placed on top of the cart on a not so sterile blood stained metallic tray. Placing the pliers in Placebo’s hand Erica’s own gloved hand receives a small smear of blood. Taking the pliers the Doctor goes back to work crushing pits of connective tissue which forms the vital organs of human beings. After a few squishy noises Placebo removes what appears to be a frozen stomach. Pieces of the digestive organ are frayed and torn where Doc has torn it from its natural habitat. Erica looks towards the organ with a perplexed expression on her face while the corpse mindlessly stars towards the ceiling with chilled fixed eyes. Light from the overhead lamp illuminate the cadaver’s dead eyes as if they were chunks of ice.
Erica, “Of all the organs in there that’s what you pull out?”
Doc Placebo, “Donny doesn’t really remind me of the stomach… the stomach itself is a powerful organ. It digests the fuel for our body and tells when we need to eat. The stomach drives us in part, it gives us hunger…”
Erica, “So why did you rip it out? I can’t really see Downfall hungering for anything in NEW, he’s just getting beaten like a rag doll here like he was in TPW.”
Doc Placebo, “EXACTLY!”
Taking the lifeless stomach in his hands and crushing it between his two palms the contents of what remained of the organ ooze from it’s resting place inside the stomach and flop onto the floor. The stomach’s contents look much like a half frozen pile of phlegm on the floor at Placebo’s feet.
Doc Placebo, “That’s what I think of when I think of Donny Downfall, Just Simon, Mostasteless, and Shadow. They have been chewed up and digested by the Tag Champions here in NEW.”
Doc Placebo, “Never pulling the upset, always loosing, always failing, always being eaten away piece by piece to FEED others the nourishment they so desperately desire.”
Erica, “You’re right… although I think Donny’s probably in the lower intestine because he wrestles like shit…”
Doc Placebo, “Point taken.”
Tossing the smashed in stomach to Erica who catches the destroyed organ who promptly tosses the useless wad of flesh over her shoulder. It plops on the floor creating a wet sound while Placebo goes back to work in the corpse digging for organs. This time the Kovenant member searches the upper chest cavity…
Erica, “Now… to find something similar to the Force.”
Pausing for a moment as he examines the kidneys.
Doc Placebo, “Well… I can’t use the brain since one of them can’t remember who won which matches. Although I have a feeling it’s more a sign of pure narcissism…”
Doc Placebo, “I can’t use the kidney… they refine blood which would say they are refining the tag division yet I do not see solid competition here save them considering how easy it was for Rilo and I to finish New Horizon…”
Erica’s eyes widen as an idea suddenly hits her like a careening 18 wheeler truck.
Erica, “What about the appendix!? Their useless!”
Doc Placebo, “Mmm… no… they still serve a purpose…. But… what… HAH! THAT’S IT!”
Once more working with his pliers to crush frozen unloving flesh Placebo removes yet another organ, the heart. Holding the organ a smile begins to form on Placebo’s lips as his eyes gloss over its surface still cold to the touch.
Doc Placebo, “THIS IS IT!”
Doc Placebo, “For the Force’s reign I cannot see a moment where they have been truly opposed. There is no moment in time when a force of equal power which is the only thing which can stop a force has been sufficiently juxtaposed against them.”
Doc Placebo, “Weeks upon weeks of preying on the weak weakened them in turn lowering them to a level only a few tantalizing inches above that of their perennial challengers. Digesting petty competitors like New Horizon, Downfall, and Just about every other jobber that has been thrown at them. Digesting fodder like that has lined this heart with massive cholesterol deposits which caused this minion to die via heart attack.”
Crushing the heart within his fist a mixture of congealed blood and cholesterol seeps from the heart’s aorta which is still connected. Placebo drops the heart on the floor which lands within the puddle of stomach contents and fluids that had been dumped earlier.
Erica, “And this Resurrection they face a new challenge…”
Doc Placebo, “Yes, this Resurrection the Force will be met and stopped… but not by an equal and opposite force, no.
Erica, “They’ll be stopped by the Kovenant.”
Doc Placebo, “And we are a greater force than they can ever be.”
Removing his bloodied gloves the Andorran pauses for a moment then nods to Erica who in turn moves to signal the Minion slaves which had been present in the room a few minutes earlier to return for the clean up. The camera angle sifts away from the unnecessary hustle and turns to focus on the dislodged disfigured heart resting in a puddle of bile. The scene begins to dissolve and as bit by bit of the Konclave’s morgue has been annexed by the darkness of shadows you note that with one final insult Placebo mashes the heart further underneath his heel as he would a cigarette before the last piece of imagery has been replaced by the dark.