Circling

WE. rejoin the Doctor, his right hand still caressing the golden ridges of his TNT World Championship title. His dictation persists without losing a stride as the scene transitions from a brief intermission.

Doc Placebo, "When I won this title last month I became something Rilo, I became, a vulture."

Doc Placebo, "As Champion it falls to me to mete out punishments to those underneath me in TNT and to feed upon those who cannot survive... Rilo, your punishment is now at hand."

Placebo's face slowly molds itself to an expression of pure disgust.

Doc Placebo, "LOOK at what you've BECOME!"

Doc Placebo, "A failure. A man without depth, without courage... your not my fellow Tag Champion from NEW any longer... you're a fraud."

Doc Placebo, "UWA's Hardcore Legend?"

Behind the International Incident member sitting within the foreground of your television you notice... movement. Erica has ceased simply circling her prey, descending upon Sam she skulks behind his wheezing form. However, instead of assaulting their captive with her blood stricken wooden implement she begins to play with her toy's hair. Her eyes dart towards the rosary tight around his neck and then back to her play thing. In the foreground the Doctor spits towards the camera. Droplets of saliva collide with the camera lenses filming this despondent scene.

Doc Placebo, "UWA's Fool is more appropriate..."

Doc Placebo, "Or do you NOT remember that you needed to call ME for ASSISTANCE when you defended against Minion 1 for the UWA World Title?"

Doc Placebo, "Truly, this is a COMEDY!"

Doc Placebo, "UWA Hall of Fame... a Legend... a former stable mate of mine in the Koven... and my former fellow Tag Champion in NEW... needed my help to defend his world title?"

Doc Placebo, "AGAINST MINION 1!?"

Doc Placebo, "Pathetic."

Doc Placebo, "And as if that were not enough you think that just because you were won a tournament in which 90% of the TNT roster was placed into that you are somehow management thought you were special?"

Doc Placebo, "That you can somehow become the first person to capture TNT World Championship gold in the most timely fashion? Are you truly that stupid? You cannot possibly become that person. I have beaten you to the punch just last month! You were THERE! I won this title in TWO MONTHS from your pathetic stable mate..."

Doc Placebo, "That's right Rilo... UWA's resident hardcore Legend, just became TNT's resident dunce."

Doc Placebo, "However, as I was stating...."

Doc Placebo, "...I am a vulture...."

In the background Erica can be still seen twirling Sam's hair around her forefinger pausing only to viciously yank and tear follicles from a pain wrought scalp. The man lulls about in a state that appears to be in-between consciousness and unconsciousness. It is as if the man had just begun to wake and still felt as if he were in the dream he had only left a moment hence. A creeping smile crawls its way upon the fallen Angel's face and...

THUD!

Erica forces the end of her wooden bludgeon against the back of Sam's head flinging the future Minion Thrall back to the dreamscape. With him we too are banished to the darkness. The scene collapses in on itself as if Erica had performed the Sandman's duties in his stead for each and every one of us. Yet even in this dream-state a voice calls out to us from the waking world, lulling us, comforting us, commanding us.

"...and I smell death on you Rilo... I'm coming...

...be ready."

With that final parting word we are allowed to drift into the collective realms of our subconscious thoughts.
Goodnight, TNT.

~Fin~