Beauty is in the EAR of the beholder
Aaarrrggghh!
THE MELODIOUS BEAUTY OF THE SCREAM. It is a vice to which I have become nearly addicted to. The pure unbridled passion behind the release of pain through a set of human vocal cords is an exquisite taste to which only a few discriminating ladies and gentlemen can derive pleasure. Although my name is not known to many individuals and fewer still in the United Wrestling Alliance save Nikolas Globe and Kevin Cosmos, I am known to many others by a different namesake. I am Doc Placebo. And I am one of those discriminating gentlemen.
Crack! Nnuuhh...
As I sit here my mind wonders for a moment just how many other ladies and gentlemen share my addiction. Some might call my lust for the suffering of others to be nothing more than just another sexual fantasy. However I have moved beyond fantasy creating my own reality. And by doing thus I have moved beyond simple needs of the flesh. It is more of an intellectual desire. Just how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop? The world may never know, but I do know just how many cracks of the whip it will take to bring the common man or woman to tears. That was easy, and far more tantalizing an experiment. But I digress. And I'm being rude aren't I? That young raven haired beauty smacking Minions 1, 2, & 3 with a series of whips, kendo sticks, Singapore canes, and saving the barb wire for later is Erica.
CRACK!Yaaah!
Those of you that have been in UWA for a while know her just as well as you know me. And just for the clarification to the ignorant, she is one of those discriminating ladies which I briefly mentioned just prior.
cRACk!uff...
Now, I've been sitting here in my chair listening to the piteous sounds of this Minion trio's laments for the better part of an hour now. Their cries for mercy gone unabated. It isn't as if they were falling on deaf ears, no. Far from it. For Erica and I this is all just part of the show. The crescendo to the apex. It's my favorite part of course. Just how long can one stretch it out before they break? How much more punishment can the human endure before their will is nothing more than a slab of clay which I can then mold into whatever design I see fit? That's the question isn't it? Yes. And right now Erica is doing a splendid job with these three traitorous slaves.
Erica, "Say it!"
Silence is her only reply. Silence and the heavy labored breathing of the trio of Minions whose heads and arms are locked in stocks. Their bare backs pay heed to hours of anguish under her tutelage. Flesh battered, blood dripping, bruises evident. I signal for her to strike again, a signal which Erica immediately acts upon in the form of a swift elbow to the kidney of Minion 1, the instigator of last week's mini rebellion against Placebo's control. They will not harbor independent thoughts, they belong to me.
Erica, "Say it!"
This time a faint inaudible reply is heard from Minions 2 & 3. Minion 1 remains silent. Still unyielding under Erica's care. The second and third Minions are removed from their stocks and taken away. The clink clanking of each link in the chains which bind their feet together can be heard fading into the distance as they are escorted away. She turns to her last charge, whispering into his ear.
Erica, "Say it, say the name, who do you belong to?"
Locked in his stocks Minion One has very little maneuverability afforded to him but I crack a small smile as he manages to move his head slightly back and forth. Denial. It's not over yet.
Doc Placebo, "Take your time, sweetie, I've got to take care of the usual business..."
I smile back as Erica stops a moment as she flashes one of her own in my direction while holding a blood encrusted whip just above the slave's exposed back teasing Minion 1 with its razor like edges. She just loves making sure they know what's to come, she just never lets them know when.
Doc Placebo, "Well UWA, as much as I'd like to keep watching my entertainment I have a few things that need to be said. First, if I said that its good to be back I'd be lying. I suppose this is the part where I begin to complain about UWA management."
Doc Placebo, "But that's not my style and I seriously doubt UWA will ever manage to gather many opponents which can not only match me in the ring but also challenge me intellectually. Was poking a causal jab at my namesake all you got? For now I'll just attribute that to a narcissistic personality disorder."
Doc Placebo, "I suppose I should apologize Mr. Cundiff, I expected more, but first onto opponents of greater 'calibur', specifically of the 'X' variety."
Doc Placebo, "Didn't take too long before we got thrown back into the ring again did it? I expected to have to climb the ladder a few rungs before I got a chance to strike at you but it seems you have no such luck. I'm putting you on notice Kal. The free ride is over. It took you FAR too long to take that belt away from Qball. What's wrong? No one here to up the ante? That changes Sunday, now that I'm back if you expect to win you'll pay for it in blood."
Pausing for a moment before I continue my rant I glance in the direction of Erica who has opted for the barb wire instead of using the whip which is currently held in the teeth of the minion for a reason which is currently unfathomable to me. Probably something I missed while I was addressing my opponents however I take special note of the slave's expression of pure anguish as Erica proceeds to work the thorny barb wire into his flesh slowly tearing pieces of human skin from their rooting. I'll bet she probably told him if he drops that whip in order to let out a scream she'd do something even worse to him because despite the obvious pain he's taking a major effort to keep that whip between his teeth. My little Erica. Looking back towards the direction of UWA cameras I begin to speak again...
Doc Placebo, "Now that I've addressed the opposing headliner for the week its time to address the curtain opener, Mr. Cundiff."
Doc Placebo, "So I'm a buck and your the hunter huh?"
Doc Placebo, "I suppose in a few days I'll be hearing 'my ass is grass and you're the lawn mower' soon too."
Doc Placebo, "Well lets get one thing straight, I'm not a buck. And I'm not a doe, which is a female deer. I'm not a ray which can be defined as a drop of golden sun, I am of course me which is a name that I call myself. And in that ring when we meet we'll see if you can handle me. I honestly doubt you'll even get the chance with Spitfly in the ring."
Doc Placebo, "However, should he fail, come Rampage, I'll be coming at you like a bull and you best be a matador if you want my horns for a trophy. And I'm itching right now to see red, it's been a while since I've stained a UWA mat with the hue."
Doc Placebo, "So come to Rampage Jeremy, don't be shy."
Doc Placebo, "Bring your shotgun if you like, I wont mind."
Doc Placebo, "The only thing I want you to bring is blood, because its been a while and....
...I want to paint."
As Placebo utters is last lines the Minion's mouth opens and releases an excruciating howl as Erica salt with one hand into the slaves open wounds. With her other hand she is busy clawing open new wounds with fingernails dipped in lemon juice. The scene begins to fades as this slave, Minion 1, the leader of this little rambunctious trio, speaks Placebo's name, thus once more reaffirming his servitude to the Andorran wrestler and his fallen Angel, Erica.