The Kovenant: Doc Placebo Idle Thoughts

The Scene reopens focusing on a large mural which you have just lain your eyes upon for the first time only a few hours past. The mural is a collage of inhumane suffering. Dead or still dying women condemned by the Justice of the United States, their friends and neighbors for the crime of being a “witch” take the foreground. Several of these convicted women are already depicted dead, their faces blue, their eyes enlarged, and their tongues sticking out as if their decaying carcasses were still trying to gasp for one last precious breath of life giving oxygen. Others however are captured within the confines of this mural to be still hanging onto their condemned life, their legs kicking about flailing as their body slowly shuts down without air to breathe, their faces a mask of pain, anguish, and betrayal while cheery onlookers jeer and laugh while the “witches” are brought to justice. It is these images which now captivate Doc Placebo’s imagination while the camera settles down and focuses on the Kovenant member who is now seen resting within the confines of a section of hard wooden seating within the theater. The TPW Tag Team Championship is seen draped over the stiff wooden armrest of the seat adjacent to the Doctor, his eyes do not acknowledge the golden accolade but instead remain intently locked on the sufferings of the dying and deceased maidens hanging above him painted on the ceiling of his theater while a familiar voice speaks… “Thinking about Jenny?” Doc Placebo, “A little…” Erica walks up next to the daydreaming Doctor and kneels next to his seat in the isle. Her bare knees get a slight chill from the cold stone floor beneath her offering her no comfort while her eyes glance towards Placebo’s tag championship. Glancing in her direction Placebo notes her intentions as her eyes now stare at the shining golden championship with motivation. Doc Placebo, “You knew what she was doing there with Cosmos… and she failed.” Erica, “Yes… not everyone can survive the process. Becoming a Minion isn’t easy… there is a lot of hardship, a lot of sacrifice, and a lot of giving, yet, there is meaning. Not everyone can see that, not everyone knows what it means to serve.” Doc Placebo, “No… those slaves who do, those who appreciate their service to me, the ones who understand what is being given and what is received, those are the special ones. Like you, the first of my little slaves to truly awaken.” Erica, “Jenny was given a test to prove herself, and she faltered, but that doesn’t mean its over. She isn’t a lost cause, maybe just a little more encouragement is needed, but first we need to get her back.” Doc Placebo, “It won’t be easy… but nothing that’s worthwhile ever is… Cosmos thinks he can take from me… but he doesn’t know what he’s taken, at least not yet. But enough about them… there will be a reckoning between Kevin Cosmos and I, but first…” The Kovenant member diverts his eyes from those of the dying maidens hanging above him and with one hand grasps onto his championship belt placing it in his lap. It appears at first as if the Andorran is simply examining the bauble’s reflective texture however his eyes are actually not focusing on any one part of the belt and instead simple stare off at nothing while holding the championship while his mind considers the item on another level. Doc Placebo, “…there is the question about this little object. Amos and I are set to defend soon. But what does this thing mean?” Erica, “The Belt?” Doc Placebo, “Yes… what is the meaning behind it, what is it’s value? My opponents have had all week to take shots at me and yet I have been met with nothing but a steadfast silence till tonight. This belt… is meaningless...” Erica, “Well… who gives it meaning?” Doc Placebo, “A good question my little Black Queen… your right. X-Dog and Stone do NOT give this title meaning, I do. Amos does. These belts are ours, as Jenny is still mine which, my ‘friend’ Kevin will soon learn.” Nudging Placebo Erica once more captures his attention as she once more glances towards the Tag Title eagerly in anticipation of her duties which she must attend to. Cracking a smile for the first time in hours the Doctor turns over his title to his little kneeling slave who quickly grasps the TPW Title with great enthusiasm as her eyes begin to survey the title in a quick cursory examination looking for any signs of dirt or anything that might otherwise tarnish it’s golden appearance before beginning to clean said belt with her tongue. Placebo’s eyes once more dart towards the dying women watching over the two of them from above... Doc Placebo, “It’s amazing how quickly one can gain enemies… just a few weeks ago the Kovenant was strong again. Rebuilt from the ashes of the Koven in UWA we had migrated here to TPW with a new membership to augment the old.” Doc Placebo, “And now… the bindings of the Kovenant begin to unravel as I have finally stirred the sleeping giant, Kevin Cosmos, into rearing his head. Perhaps it was a mistake… perhaps not.” Doc Placebo, “However… things are different now. There are those seeking to capitalize on this new divide within our Alliance ranging from the misguided and missing Drago or Andre whatever to the Mafia itself.” Doc Placebo, “Perhaps, it is time for me to step up once again, to show these petty surfs in TPW why I am the Master. X-Dog’s long silence has incited me to reply in kind however now both of our silences have been broken. Although I cannot lay all of the blame on that Dog’s shoulders, Stone didn’t say anything till today but then what more can you expect from a rock? In any event this long awaited war of words will soon also come to an end with War Games hanging over me like these dying convicted women.” Erica who has been furiously working to clean the Tag Title has now covered the golden accolade with a thin coating of saliva which augments it’s shimmering radiance within the lighting of the theater’s chandeliers. Taking a break from her work a trail of spittle connects the young lady to the tag title for a brief moment before the tension is too much for the strand of saliva causing it to break. The saliva strand partly hangs from Erica’s lips before she sucks it in while the rest falls to the belt and congeals with the rest of the slave’s fluids on its surface. She smiles at Placebo while he continues his aside speaking to no one in particular however seeming to have once again found meaning in the object which is now the center of her toiling. Doc Placebo, “Wargames I’ll have something for these little petty annoyances. I’ll show them why I am the Omega Sin, ordained by Natas himself, the Alpha… by his name I’ll make one of them bleed… they need to be hurt, torn… something…” Once more the scene shifts its focus from the Doctor and from Erica’s tentative efforts to cleanse Placebo’s half of the World Tag Team Titles from any impurities and towards the melancholy sight of the mural which hangs above. Zooming in on the face of one still struggling convicted witch you note her closed eyes and tears strolling down her bluish face and wonder what thoughts might have gone through her mind in her last moments or perhaps what thoughts might go through your mind had the rope been around your neck instead of hers… With that thought well in mind the scene begins to fade to darkness till the only sound remaining is the adept lapping of Erica’s soft tongue against a golden surface which is slowly being warmed by her labors. ~fin~