The Kovenant: Doc Placebo
Invitational - Act II
“Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen!”
A voice begins to blare over a hidden series of speakers as a beam of light projected from somewhere above the stage brightens microphone wielding morbidly obese man dressed in an all green suit, white dress shirt and green tie begins to stride on stage sporting a “Richard Nixon” mask. The camera begins to pan zoom backwards allowing you to see some of the audience however the features of those figures sitting within the Doctor’s theater are masked by a shroud of shadows as the only lights which appear to be lit at the moment are on stage. Only the tiniest amounts of illumination are afforded along the isles between the pews in which observers are currently seated giving any late comers or early withdrawers an easy means of entrance or escape. The man whose concealed identity is afforded to him by his presidential guise continues his speech…
’Nixon’, “Welcome to the Invitational!”
’Nixon’, “This time around the honor has fallen to me… but before I get around to introducing our man of the hour…”
’Nixon’, “…I’d just like to remind all of you that passed by and didn’t pick up a copy of the playbook for tonight OR…. the Commumentalist Manifesto by Nickolas Globe to visit MY stand during intermission… located just outside the main doors of course.
’Nixon’, “Now.. the man who gave your names to Erica so that SHE could write all the invitations…
“…HE IS…”
’Nixon’, “The Artisan of Agony, The Sickle and Hammer, The Omega Sin, the Conductor of Sorrow, and… let’s face it he’s the ONLY wrestler from Andorra folks…”
’Nixon’, “…lets give a big round of applause for our host…”
’Nixon’, “DOCTOR PLACEBO!”
The spotlight immediately ceases to exist and the preposterously plump Richard Nixon exits stage left while the theater is filled with shadows what few lights had provided menial light to the stage fail in unison following the spotlight’s demise. Once more you are deprived of your sight as a series of hideous noises echo throughout the darkness bouncing from stone hewed wall to stone hewed wall much to the delight of several spectators.
CRACK!
Doc Placebo, “First off I’d like to thank Erica and Mr. ‘Nixon’ for that introduction, lets have a round of applause for them as well.”
Once more a rumble of clapping rises up from the audience however this time it is quickly cut short by the Doctor’s raised hand. You realize now that a microphone is no doubt embedded into his tuxedo.
Doc Placebo, “Now, I’m pleased so many of my current and former associates have managed to attend this evening… where are you… where oh where…”
The Camera switches to an angle behind the Doc allowing you to witness a series of probing the theater’s audience looking for whomever the Andorran had just mentioned. Settling on a section of the theater which had previously been seen blocked off with barbed wire the Doctor points in their direction.
Doc Placebo, “Ah! THERE you are!”
Doc Placebo, “Rubeus Dahrkov, Amos Copperblade, Judas Auslander, UWA’s current proprietor Nicky Mills, and making his way from the other side of the river styxx… Rilo! I give YOU… my associates… the current and former KOVENANT!”
For a third time in only a few moments applause rings through the ears of those in attendance within the Doctor’s Konclave and within the collective ears of those across the world observing this particular promotion on TPW acquired airtime. Allowing the applause to last for a little while Placebo straightens his tuxedo as the previous camera angle reasserts itself once more placing the Andorran as the feature attraction. Raising an open hand towards the crowd their applause quickly fades to silence allowing Placebo the liberty to speak without detraction.
Doc Placebo, “It isn’t often that men and women of our distinction have the opportunity …no, the liberty to participate in a gathering of this sort.”
Doc Placebo, “And it is quite possibly the ONLY opportunity for those with whom are not associated with me nor our assembly to participate in such a gathering. I find it quiet heartbreaking that it appears my invitation has gone without reply thus far however, this does speak to the level of fortitude which exists in the organization which can currently boast of my employ.”
Doc Placebo, “If you do not mind, I will quickly address my opponent whom I have also extended an invitation however, it seems he may not be attending as he has already used up all of his allotted airtime this week.”
Doc Placebo, “Little Dog…”
Doc Placebo, “Do you still seek me?”
Doc Placebo, “Have I not beaten you enough?”
Doc Placebo, “Twice thus far in history I have shown you to be inferior when in the ring with the likes of me.”
Doc Placebo, “Now tell me, why do I find myself in a similar predicament?”
Doc Placebo, “Once more into the breach? With only a little Stray as my competition?”
Doc Placebo, “Make no mistake X-Dog, War Games shall be no different. History repeats itself, and when we meet again, my record against you shall increase to 3 and 0 with you falling to my superior skill once more.”
Doc Placebo, “If you fail this time… do NOT seek me again or you WILL lose you little title… I won’t waste my time with you any further.”
Taking a moment just to collect his thoughts the Doctor smirks at his collective audience before continuing.
Doc Placebo, “However, tonight is not a night about the tired, poor, and hungry, the wretched refuse… tonight is a night about us. We few that have sacrificed to be within the company of those which share these similar interests can now, finally, relax.”
Doc Placebo, “So, tonight, although we all wear masks those of us that do know one simple truth. Through these masks bleed our true faces unlike the faces which lie underneath our guises which can be seen in the open world. That is our true mask, the one in which we wear for the benefit of society.”
Doc Placebo, “So TONIGHT! Remember! Relax! Appreciate! There will be screams, crackings of whips, slashings of flesh, and agony of the masses… all for our… enjoyment.”
Doc Placebo, “So let’s let our true faces bleed through our masks this evening as we as collective simmer in our own collective common interests… suffering, slavery, and so…
so… much more.”
(For those interested in participating in this segment of the Invitational this part of the RP holds the key in which multiple people can participate) The lighting centering on the good Doctor ceases to exist as the light is replaced inevitably by the darkness. A singular spotlight once more shines upon President Nixon as he strolls back onto center stage… the Doctor is no longer present. Now occupying the location the Andorran Wrestler had commanded only moments ago Mr. Nixon begins to speak.
’Nixon’, “Now everybody I’m sure you’re all interested to get started and we have plenty of Minions to go around tonight. If there is anyone out in the audience who has any special requests there is tablet and pen underneath every pew. Those interested may write their requests for various horrors you may wish to see inflicted on those participating in the show this evening. All requests must be passed to the front where they will be collected by me…”
Shifting to another part of the Konclave we find ourselves quickly removed from the theater by the means of a quick dissolve. Now we see Doc Placebo standing just outside the theater doors mingling with an elderly masked couple probably in their mid-sixties. The Kovenant member must have slipped out of the theater the moment the spotlights had ceased to shine on him and immediately following his quick withdrawal from the show he was undoubtedly ambushed by this couple as they were preparing to make their entrance.
Mr. ????, “Ah! Doc!”
Doc Placebo, “Mr.. uhh.. oh OH! Yes, good evening.”
Mrs. ????, “Good evening? I’m not so sure about that… we gave little Jenny to you for the explicit purpose of our seeing our daughter on stage tonight.”
Mr. ????, “That’s RIGHT! And we even had several special requests for her too… that’s if she survived them anyways.”
Doc Placebo, “Well I assure you two that Jenny will be mine again… Cosmos has her but he does not yet know what he has, he has a Minion whose trained to follow my voice and mine alone… you’ll get your requests in due time… however I must see to the proceedings in the dining room, please enjoy the show.”
Wrapping himself in his cape the Doctor strolls off with intent like a ghostly specter. Clearly still disappointed that their daughter is in the hands of once Kevin Cosmos now simply just Cosmos and not in the hands of the Doc so that they could be amused with the suffering of their own offspring on stage the two elderly parents shake their heads in disgust as they enter the theater doors. The camera slowly focuses itself on the large theater doors as a pair of Minion salesmen pesters any passers by pitching sales promos for both the Manifesto and the playbook for the night’s entertainment as the scene comes to its end.