The Kovenant: Doc Placebo
Invitational - Act III
Ninja, “Com’on guurrl, gimme some sugar baby!”
Paige Lane, “That… was the worst line EVER…”
Ninja, “Aww… hey how come ya ain’t masked?”
Placing his hand on Paige’s shoulder the Doctor startles the young woman and the wrestling championship belt wearing Ninja as well who nearly spills what little wine still remains in his glass.
Paige Lane, “HEY that wasn’t funny!”
Ninja, “DOC!”
Doc Placebo, “Good evening both of you, Ms. Lane, and… Fly?”
Ninja, “You guessed it.”
Doc Placebo, “I’m curious too though Paige, why aren’t you wearing a mask tonight?”
Paige Lane, “What to protect my identity? HA! What a joke, after we kidnapped that little fan of James’ what could I possibly do to get me in anymore trouble?”
Doc Placebo, “Point… well I have to be going, guests to greet, and people to meet, I’m sure you understand, please you two, enjoy yourselves tonight!”
As the Doctor turns to leave Paige seems to reach out to him more out of desperation than anything else. Taking note of the odd reaction the Doctor pauses for a moment and looks back.
Paige Lane, “Um… uh… Doc… you wouldn’t… care you dance or anything would you?”
Smiling.
Doc Placebo, “I’m sorry Ms. Lane, perhaps… another time?”
Taking his leave of the couple the Doctor strides off to mingle with other guests within his home while Paige’s eyes shift towards the increasingly drunk ninja in disguise to her left who is looking at her intently. Taking a deep breath Paige seems to resign herself to her fate as the camera once more shifts away to follow the Andorran wrestler who now has the expression on his face as if he himself has come across something that he would consider an oddity. Standing before him ransacking the snack bar in a dark gray suit is a man wearing none other than a Nicky Mills’ mask. Irritated at his guests lack of tact the Doctor harshly interjects…
Doc Placebo, “Finding everything alright Mr. Mills?”
Not caring to look back at the voice which had just addressed him ‘Nicky Mills’ continues to horde various snacks upon his place with great enthusiasm.
Nicky Mills, “Actually… can you pass the carrots?”
Doc Placebo, “Pass the carrots?”
Nicky Mills, “Wait a…”
Doc Placebo, “…minute…”
Turning around recognizing the voice briefly almost as if it were a ghost from his past ‘Mills’ quickly turns around and comes face to face with the Kovenant and former International Incident member Doc Placebo. Laughing the imposter Nicky Mills quickly raises his mask a little to show his former stalemate that he is indeed Nicky Mills wearing a mask of his own face. Placebo shakes his head in dismay…
Nicky Mills, “Shit I had you going there for a minute weren’t you?”
Doc Placebo, “Yeah… so when am I going to get that Nicky Mills action figure anyways? I’ve been waiting since we put that mother on ‘trail’!”
Nicky Mills, “What you want a signed copy? I’m selling them at the concession stands free with a pair of my new sunglasses! Check these babies out!”
Taking a pair of sunglasses from the inside of his suit and placing them over his mask Mills strikes one of his patented poses usually reserved for the camera crews. After a quick verbal exchange the two part company and the Doctor continues on through his jaunt through the room examining the various guests. The Andorran passes by the large tarps filled with piles of dog food that we had seen earlier in the week however this time there are scores upon scores of Minions feasting upon these mounds of animal feed like vicious leeches. Coming across a dining table the Kovenant member comes across another TPW Champion in the form of Rubeus Dahrkov, the Television Champion is not currently accompanied by his wife who must have taken her leave for a moment as the Doctor takes a seat opposite one of his current collaborators and places his European sword on the table.
Dahrkov, “Doc.”
Doc Placebo, “Rubeus, good of you to make it down from the castle on such short notice. Where’s Rachael?”
Dahrkov, “Oh she’ll be back in a moment, you know the last time I saw that sword…”
Doc Placebo, “We weren’t exactly allies.”
Dahrkov, “I think you might remember this…”
Reaching down and picking something up from underneath his side of the table the TPW Television Champion produces a French Broadsword and places it opposite of the Doctor’s Rapier. Placebo nods at the weapon remembering its history with his blade. The last time these two edged weapons had crossed had also been within a dining room however it had been within the walls of his Andorran Consulate in Washington D.C. the night he and 10 Minute Major had conspired to destroy the building in retaliation for Placebo taking the life Major’s fan whom Paige and he had abducted in late 2003. The Doctor rises from his seat, his hand gripping his sword but his facial features to not convey an emotion of anger, but a knowing smile…
Doc Placebo, “Care for round two?”
Dahrkov, “Delighted!”
The two Kovenant members take up positions opposite each other, each brandishing their own swords of choice, the night’s memories of the last time these two blades had clashed fresh in their minds and with a crowd of captivated spectators beginning to form around them the Doctor sends a quick slash towards Rubeus which is aptly parried who sends a counter of his own which is in addition parried. Circling each other the two combatants prepare for their next attacks each of them considering their opponents moves in their head and the most viable counters before Dahrkov begins the attack anew.
Ting! Ting! Ting!
CrAcK!
Looking down at his sword arm in shock Placebo nearly drops his blade as his wide eyes take note of a coiled whip which has slashed it’s way around his hand and part of his sword which has cut short his little mock duel. Looking back long the whip’s length to its owner he can’t help but laugh as he sees Erica standing in her all black wedding dress with her black translucent veil covering her face. Through the veil he can see her smiling back at him. Yanking on the whip Erica pulls the Slave-driver a step closer to her. Placebo glances back towards his sparring partner who has just recently been joined by his wife Rachael with a lackadaisical expression.
Doc Placebo, “We’ll finish this another time, seems I’ve gotten a little… tied up so to speak.”
As Erica drags the party’s host away Rubeus mutters something underneath his breath while the camera lingers just a few moments…
Dahrkov, “Whipped…”
Rachael sends her husband an accusing glance to which Rubeus replies with a feint of innocence…
Dahrkov, “But it was really a whip! IT WAS!”
Shaking her head the married couple return to their table while Dahrkov sheaths his sword. Leaving the Television Champion and his wife to their own devices the camera angle switches to the Doctor and his little pet Erica who is in the process of dragging him about by the length of her whip which is still coiled about his sword arm. A few meager amounts of blood have managed to trickle out from underneath the whip’s tight grip on Placebo’s appendage however it does not appear to be causing the Andorran anything more than a slight discomfort. Now only a foot separating them Erica breaks her silence.
Erica, “I’m bored.”
Doc Placebo, “Oh we can’t have that now can we?”
Erica, “No, no we can’t!”
The two are now mere inches apart as Erica has now pulled Placebo towards her as close as she can with her weapon of choice.
Doc Placebo, “What did you have in mind?”
Erica, “Oh… maybe just play around a little… after all you don’t have anything important tomorrow, just X-Dog.”
Doc Placebo, “True… when I beat him again I’ll have totally demeaned his belt, his GWF Title… meaningless.”
Erica, “Mmm…. Yessss… now… how do you want to do this?”
Doc Placebo, “What do you mean?”
Erica, “Armed or… disarmed?”
Doc Placebo, “Well… lets make this interesting shall we?”
Erica, “Lets!”
Twirling away from the Doctor and with a quick flick of the wrist Erica releases Placebo’s sword arm from the bindings of her whip while the Doctor glances towards the orchestra whom appear to have perked up slightly now that the two most prominent household figures have decided to make their way out to the center of the ballroom floor. Motioning for them to up the tempo slightly the Doctor begins clapping quickly to demonstrate before nodding in satisfaction as the collection of strings musicians begin to play something akin to the Doctor’s own entrance music yet at a slightly faster beat. Turning once more to his pet the Doctor blows slightly which is returned by an Erica curtsey. Placebo motions for Erica to begin which is quickly answered by the second slash of the whip tonight.
Placebo blocks with his sword, Erica’s weapon coils about Placebo’s blade which the Doctor quickly yanks back upon sending Erica almost off her feet entirely. Recovering from the counter she twirls her way back to Placebo where the two embrace once more. A quick smile is all they have time for before the claws come out and Erica strikes at the Andorran with a slash of her fingernails just missing the Doctor’s half masked face. Countering the Tag Champion sends an elbow into Erica’s gut pushing her back slightly while harshly slashing his sword to his side freeing it of the entanglement of Erica’s whip.
Erica, “Ow!”
Not yet entirely finished Placebo slashes at Erica with his Rapier cutting away her black veil revealing her face to him. Tears have begun to steak down her face and as he wonder if he was perhaps a tad too rough with her she once again strikes back at an unwitting Doctor, her whip this time startling Placebo as it coils its way about his neck. Caught off guard the Doc drops his sword to grasp the tight leather coils wrapping his neck threatening to cut off his precious supply of oxygen as Erica takes a page from his book. Yanking Placebo nearly off his feet The two once again find each other in each other’s arms.
Erica, “Got you.”
Doc Placebo, “You’re right…”
Erica removes Placebo’s Phantom of the opera style mask allowing her and all of their guests an unobstructed view of both of their faces. Leaning Erica backwards Placebo whispers something into his little pet’s ear…
Doc Placebo, “I win.”
Gently kissing the lips of his favorite Minioness the camera begins to pan backward as the two remain in each other’s embrace. Perhaps the violins have fallen silent you cannot tell as they have either stopped playing or have been completely squelched to silence by the vivacious uproar of applause from the various guests and friends that have come to visit their house this week whom have formed a semi circle around the ballroom floor. The scene begins to fade however the sounds of the applause, the ringing of spoons on wine glasses, laughter, and the occasional shouting sadistic drunkard remain fresh in your mind.