Setting the Stage
"aGAiN!"
The camera pans about the roof of the Consulate and eventually settles on the image of Doc Placebo. The Omega Sin is surrounded by three men clad in black leather trench coats and wielding kendo sticks. The Doctor is unarmed and wearing only his black pants worn during his training exercises. The roof's gravel dig into the soles of his bare feet and the bruises worn across his body like a mosaic of cool colors bear as much testament as the slick sheen of sweat coating his body that this exercise has been going on for quite some time.
Their kendo sticks are raised above his opponent's head in a high guard stance, together they STRIKE!
Placebo collapses to one knee as kendo sticks rain down upon him like hail. Two blocked by his forearms and another landing on his back after he quickly turned about to avoid a direct hit. He doesn't allow his attacker on his left to recover. Hooking his hand about the kendo stick as it still digs into his arm creating another bruise he grabs hold of the stick and yanks his opponent towards him grappling him and performing a quick judo throw while maintaining his grip on his newly acquired weapon.
Doc Placebo, "Bats, your out, clear the field."
Nodding the judo flipped, disarmed and disqualified combatant scurries off camera leaving the Doctor with just two foes remaining to him. His opponents that UWA fans might have a slim recollection of once again take the high guard stance. Placebo adopts his classical French fencing stance. Standing sideways facing his opponents with his right sword arm aimed straight towards his opponents and his free arm is raised behind him providing balance to the form.
He nods inviting the next assailment.
In a blur of motion Placebo moves like water flowing with his attackers. Stepping forward with his back foot he moves his free hand to guard from an attack at his side while parrying and countering an incoming attack. Spinning about he lashes out with an elbow as a random towel flies through the air and lands perfectly over his face blinding him.
Doc Placebo, "What the.... Aaaarhg!"
The Doctor collapses as two wooden sticks crash into the small of his back. Dropping his weapon he removes the towel from his face as he sucks in air to fill aching lungs. Focusing his eyes he notices Erica standing a few feet away suppressing a smile.
Doc Placebo, "Cute."
She moves over towards her former Lord and Master and sits down Indian style on the roof's gravel.
Erica, "I try my best."
Erica, "You've been practicing for hours, its time for dinner... and we have to decide what to do with what the Minions dragged in today."
Doc Placebo, "That can wait... Dahrkov cannot."
Erica, "I know it means a lot to both of you, but driving yourself this hard to the point a single towel can best you..."
Frowning Placebo wipes the sweat from his face with Erica's towel.
Doc Placebo, "Perhaps... but I have not been in competition for almost half a year, Dahrkov doesn't have that rust. I've been lazy and in my absence the entire UWA has fallen."
Erica, "I heard that too... XWPA."
Doc Placebo, "Is it my fault?"
Erica, "What?"
Doc Placebo, "UWA's death."
Erica, "You're fault? No!"
Doc Placebo, "Is it not? Steve Extreme faced me in his first match. Maybe if hurt him more, like a five year old ripping the arm off of a GI-Joe figurine... I could have done it... I could have broken him."
Erica, "That's in the past... yes you could have. But so what? UWA could have sold out to anyone. Just like Rilo."
Erica, "But that's all in the past."
Doc Placebo, "You're right. It's all in the past. UWA is past. Six feet under. They can't even field enough competition for a challenge from the old II."
Doc Placebo, "Just TWO... they needed four."
Doc Placebo, "It's no wonder their dying, if they cant get two more I'll have no part of this show, I have a future to build."
Erica, "If they can't answer your challenge they don't deserve you on the card."
The Doctor rises to his feet and tosses Erica's towel at her playfully. Stretching he examines his injuries which mostly amount to a slightly wounded pride and some decently scathed feet.
Doc Placebo, "Let's get inside."
Helping Erica to her feet the couple begins to walk towards the entrance to the interior of the Consulate. The camera follows.
Doc Placebo, "I'll tell you one thing though."
Erica, "What's that?"
Doc Placebo, "When the UWA sees one of its dream matches in a TNT ring they'll realize why it is their extinct."
Then our view begins to fade. Pieces of the images that had earlier been first revealed to us first through sound and then by sight are taken from us and replaced with nothing but the absence of light; darkness. This process comes upon us quickly leaving us in the dark but leaving us with one remaining sense to which our attention may still be caught.
Erica, "And that is because?"
Doc Placebo, "Because they don't have me."
Silence.