The Kovenant: Doc Placebo
Sanity in Small Packages
SWISSH!
An object moving so hastily to be unseen by the naked eye without the benefit of observing frame by frame slashes through the fire. The fire reacts quickly being pulled by the ensuing air currents nearly lifting the flame off of its oil lamp roost while the scene pulls back to reveal Doc Placebo wielding his Spanish Rapier with intent. Barefoot the Doctor stands within the center a ring of fire afforded to him via several torches atop a post less and rope less ring. The ring itself which is truly nothing more than a raised wrestling mat is stained with blood splotches at several locations. Clad in what would appear to be a pair of black silk pants and without a shirt sweat glistens off of the Kovenant member’s skin paying homage to the long hours of training he has spent in recent hours with his edged weapon. Once more the light from the fire only affords you a limited view of the room surrounding the Andorran and your ears are once more attuned to yet another sound, talking this time, like hushed whispers almost but not quite beyond the faculty of your ears to reach…
“How long has he been practicing?”
“It’s close to six hours now.”
“Six HOURS? He didn’t eat breakfast or lunch then…”
“I doubt he even slept…”
“I didn’t think he’d take a defeat this hard, usually he just takes it in stride.”
“Usually… although he has been put under unusual pressure lately to perform considering the Kovenant hasn’t made as big an impact as quickly as they predicted.”
“Maybe… I know he was under more pressure than usual… but now Reverend Snow has joined up too that should have helped somewhat unless he’s annoyed with him again.”
“Him?”
“Cosmos… he brought Doc here and yet when the spotlight falls on us down he seems to shy away from it like a vampire… the last time something like this happened Doc took action… he came here and built the Kovenant anew with his own vision.”
Pausing in his repetitive slashes of the rapier the Doctor takes a moment to breathe and reflect on his exercises. His eyes remain locked on his blade however his thoughts linger elsewhere while he calls out to someone just outside the halo of light afforded to him by his ring of fire.
Doc Placebo, “You can come out now, I might be tired but I can still hear everything you are saying…”
Stepping out of a shroud of shadows which had concealed her figure from both you and the TPW Tag Team Champion Erica steps into the light. Her features and her small black dress are illuminated softly by the torches, her hands are clasped behind her back carrying something wrapped in purple wrapping paper with a green bow on top while an exhausted Placebo sheaths his sword and steps outside of the fire ring to greet his guest. Hopping up onto the raised wrestling mat Erica looks up at Placebo who sits down next to her while Minion slave whom is no doubt the individual if you can truly call a slave an individual that is whom Erica was conversing mere moments ago exits the darkness as well. His face full of disgust Placebo swats his hand in the slave’s general direction ordering it back into the darkness. Erica places the gift wrapped item down onto the raised platform to her left opposite of where the Kovenant member now sits, his eyes glance in the objects direction and form a moment you note a sense of puzzlement on the face of the educated wrestler.
Doc Placebo, “Worried about me are you?”
Erica, “Well ya know… it’s been one of those weeks. TPW hasn’t heard anything from you… the Kovenant hasn’t heard anything from you… and then we show up HERE… it’s like you don’t want to be found or something.”
Doc Placebo, “Hey what’s wrong about the Konclave… I brought the Kovenant back from the dead here in 03.”
Erica, “Yeah but that was then, now their back, and this place just really isn’t the whole center of the Kovenant universe anymore, the Klub is again, now that their back.”
Doc Placebo, “Well… not everyone is back… but then can you blame them? Look at this place. Two times in a row now my opponents are pulling no shows on me during the week, it’s like they just don’t care when they step in the ring with me, like they’ve already been broken.”
Erica, “Huh? I thought you were disappointed with your match last week…”
Doc Placebo, “Disappointed? Well, I did lose, I’ve got no excuses for that. Just look at my warm up match with X-Dog. Two minutes long and most of that was the ref checking on him to make sure I didn’t hurt our precious little fragile GWF Champion too much. Just pathetic, anyone can get a belt here, that wasn’t a warm up match that was a cool down match. And now Snow faces him and he’s showing the same characteristics of when he faced me, cowardice.”
Erica, “So that’s what this is about.”
Doc Placebo, “How many times is this going to happen here? How many TPW wrestlers just don’t care? Obviously Lance Baker, A-Poc, Abraham Lincoln, or whatever he’s calling himself just doesn’t care about his career, why should we? I’ve given him the entire week to make his debut… hell the TPW doesn’t even list this man as a current employee so I don’t know if I even have a match at Wargames or if this is just a typo. Then to top it off I Andre Jackson or Drago who I can’t say was a has been cause he’s a never was after me, it’s just dismal how low I’ve fallen.”
Looking back at the present tentatively Erica picks it up and places it in her lap, a smile forming on her face.
Erica, “Well… so what if those guys don’t give a flying shit about their career, I got you something.”
Doc Placebo, “hmm?”
Erica, “I got you something!”
The European wrestler simply looks stunned and finds himself speechless while his thoughts drift away from the dying careers of a few and towards Erica who is bouncing the package wrapped in Kovenant colors in her lap playfully. Concerned that he has said nothing in reply she looks towards him…
Erica, “You don’t want it?”
Doc Placebo, “Huh? Oh No, no, I mean yes... uhh… it’s just a bit unexpected… what is it? I’m not really easy to shop for.”
Erica, “You’ll have to just open it and see!”
With two hands Erica lifts up the wrapped package to Placebo who cant help but crack a smile of his own as he grabs the package from her hands. The present’s wrapping crinkles at Placebo’s touch while he takes a moment to examine it before opening. The Doc tests the package’s weight, presses into it in an attempt to figure out its size or texture but can’t seem to figure out his little former Minioness has given him without opening it. Erica giggles as she notices Doc’s growing confusion before finally giving up and tearing into his gift’s wrapping paper. Within a few moments Placebo has unveiled a small, plush, straight jacketed…
Doc Placebo, “Teddy bear?”
Erica, “Isn’t he SO CUTE! He even has commitment papers for the sanitarium!”
Doc Placebo, “Hey your right!”
Doc Placebo, “Where did you find this thing?”
Erica, “Oh I saw it on the news yesterday, some mental patients are even protesting the bear but the company doesn’t seem to care what insane committed people think about their products.”
Doc Placebo, “Nice!”
Erica, “So you like it?”
Doc Placebo, “Yeah he’s nice, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a little straight jacketed teddy bear before.”
Erica, “So you want to get out of here? Some of the Minions are heading out to Denny’s in a few…”
Doc Placebo, “Denny’s? Oh I don’t know about that one… we’ll find a place though, hell, when we get back maybe, just perhaps, Mr. No Show will decide to grace us with his voice?”
Erica, “Stranger things have happened.”
Jumping off of the raised wrestling platform the Doctor assists Erica onto her feet as well as the two begin to walk. As they walk and begin to stray farther and farther from the ring of fire which appears to be the only light source active within the room Placebo glances down at his newly acquired teddy bear and nods.
Doc Placebo, “Stranger things indeed.”
Still walking the two figures are engulfed by shadows and soon becoming nothing more than moving silhouettes and then fragments of shadows within the dark. The sound of their combined footsteps begins to slowly crescendo in volume but before the scene ends you hear one last exchange of voices from the shadow.
“Oh yeah I was meaning to ask… does Spitfly still live around here?”
“Good question…you know I got no idea…”
To most TPW fans who have not followed the Kovenant at least within recent years these remarks fall on deaf ears as there is no meaning. The scene which is already engulfed in darkness as the Doctor and his escort has strayed too far from the light ends in the darkness which has already consumed the scene.
Take a look at the bear here
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