Monkey See Rilo Do!

SHIMMERING GOLD. It's brilliant, even in this poor light. The scene has opened, and the TNT World Title can be seen, cradled on the lap of a pair of luscious female legs, hands caress it. A starving man in Africa could hock it for enough food to feed his family for years. Or so Sally Struthers tells us anyhow. But the title is worth more than monetary gain, it means something. It's a symbol to millions... wait... hold on (TNT pre 2006... lots of viewers.... TNT today...). It's a symbol to hundreds! Hundreds of people who can afford to buy their families food to eat and a ticket to watch their favorite wrestlers duke it out for minimum wage. But like I said, it's not about dollars, euros, or pesos... it's about status. The owner of that title... he's the best. UWA may fall... UXW may crumble... but TNT endures. "We don't have long now." Erica, "Mmmmm Hmmm..." The camera pans backward. We see Erica kneeling on top of the torture rack where the Doctor had been sitting last we saw him. The TNT World title lain in her lap. The camera pans leftward ever so slightly and in so doing revealing the stainless steel door which we had observed just last night. It is open. Through it a torrent of light streams into the Consulate Cellar feeding a room hungry for light to banish its darkness. Within the center of this doorway is a figure, cast in shadow... but from that voice, you know it to be Placebo, the Omega Sin. His voice is the voice that commands. Doc Placebo, "Clean it, wash away every molecule of Gorgadore... every ounce of disappointment." Erica, "Yes." Acquiescing to the Andorran's instruction Erica lays the TNT gold down upon the wooden torture rack upon which she sits. Still kneeling she places her two hands upon the gold caressing it before leaning towards the object of so many a wrestlers' desire. She parts her lips... Placebo interjects. Doc Placebo, "I want Rilo to see it, I want him to see his own reflection in it, I want him to see what it looks like to have a TRUE Championship Title!" She nods, understanding. Doc Placebo, "The man is the champion of a dead Alliance... and a prominent member of another faltering brand. This may be the first time he'll have even seen a title that still stands for something..." Erica, "Yeeessss, Sir." Her voice sounds hushed as she speaks. She had not moved her head, Erica's eyes locked on her task, transfixed with gold. With her orders in tow, she begins her task. Delicately she reaches out with her tongue, touching the cold golden TNT Championship. With a playful series of licks she works her tongue around the regal gold ridges of the title. Cleaning the belt as she has every other UWA Championship. Tentatively working with an expertise honed on belts long forgotten and practiced on the title held by Doctor's opponent. Pleased with his pet's fervor he smiles underneath the shadow which cloaks his face from your view. Doc Placebo, "Good, we will be in the study." The shaded figure of Doc Placebo disappears from the Cellar door. Without his figure haunting the entrance to this room of horrors more light floods the endarkened room. Then.... CLANK! The Doctor closes the stainless steel door blocking the cellar's only light source. Encasing Erica completely within a blanket of artificial night. Yet still she toils onward. The sounds of her feverish licking can be heard through the dark umbra of shadow as she cleans using only her sense of taste to guide her efforts. We listen to the fruits of her labor for a few moments before the scene transitions... Continue ~Continued~