*Kravinoff continues to grin like a Cheshire cat as the Smoker and the Manic try to recover from the discovery that the Ugandan Wildman has been sitting in the darkened room with them. However, neither Barbosa is having much luck regaining his composure.*
Manic: DEAR LORD, DO WE HAVE TWO SPOTS IN K-FAD?! DID WE WRESTLE TWO MATCHES LAST WEEK?! DO WE LIVE IN *GASP* MEDICINE HAT, ALBERTA?! SOMEONE, MAKE THE PAIN STOP!!
*The Smoker looks scornfully at the Manic.*
The Smoker: Shut it, nincompoop! You’re only making matters worse.
*The Smoker then turns sharply and points at Kravinoff, a look of rage in his eyes.*
The Smoker: Explain what you’re doing here or we’re going to have a preview of Kingdom Come right now!
*Kravinoff chuckles and shakes his head as he rises from his seat and walks into the darkness. The Smoker and the Manic’s gazes follow him into the seemingly endless black as the Depressive stares into space, uninterested in the entire scene.*
Kravinoff: I think I should tell you that this is a non-smoking room.
The Smoker: What are you --
*The Smoker is cut off midsentence as heavy drapes in the darkness are pulled back by Kravinoff. A blinding light pummels Barbosa’s senses for a brief moment. When he regains his bearings, he sees that he’s not in the poker room at all, but rather in his hotel room sitting opposite Sigmund Freud and an empty chair which is promptly reoccupied by Kravinoff, who nods towards an ash tray on the end table nearest Barbosa. The man from Bedlam promptly puts out his stogy.*
Kravinoff: Good boy.
*Kravinoff nods in approval as the expression on Barbosa’s face is one of anger and confusion. The Tripolar Superstar glances at Freud, whose cigar is still lit, before turning his attention back to his Ascension 28 tag team partner.*
The Smoker: How long have you been here?
Kravinoff: I’ve been here for a few minutes now, waiting patiently for you to stop being so self-absorbed and pay attention to me.
*A cocky smile widens on Kravinoff’s face as Barbosa’s rage doesn’t surcease. However, after some brief twitching, Barbosa’s affect flattnes.*
Depressive: How that we’ve settled that existential crisis, tell us how long you’ve been following us today, Mr. Kravinoff.
Kravinoff: I was at the foot of your bed fifteen minutes before you woke up this morning.
Manic: DID YOU VOILATE US?!
Kravinoff: No, of course not. I just admired the calm, serene state you were in as your dreams guided you through a resolution to your internal strife.
*Barbosa’s expression alternates between red hot anger, hyperactive discomfort, and detached calm. He’s an ocean of emotion. Kravinoff, rather than waiting for Barbosa to press on, takes the reins and explains what he’s been doing all day.*
Kravinoff: When you started to stir to consciousness, I hid in the closet and waited for you to go into the bathroom. As you alternated between singing in the shower and berating yourself for singing, I rummaged through your belongings, searching for something that would give me a competitive edge in the King For A Day match. The best thing my scouting outing turned up was a pair of your undergarments which I sniffed thoroughly for fear pheromones.
*Barbosa grows giddy and defensive as one of his personalities strongly steps onto center stage.*
Manic: That means nothing! I was watching a scary movie last night!
*Kravinoff smiles warmly and continues boastfully sharing the story of his day.*
Kravinoff: I have to admit, I was confused by the fact that you went to all of those Titus and Everest-related locations. I appreciate a decent scouting attempt as much as the next guy, but that was pretty feeble.
*Rage boils over in Barbosa, who has seemingly had his fill of Kravinoff’s arrogance.*
The Smoker: This coming from the man who took it upon himself to stuff his beak in my laundry?!
Kravinoff: These tactics have certainly helped me in the past. The nose knew when it came to John Constantine a few weeks ago.
Manic: That’s disgusting.
Kravinoff: Disgusting to you civilized people, maybe. But it’s sound strategy where I come from.
Manic: People in Medicine Hat find it normal to sniff dirty underwear?
*Kravinoff shakes his head dismissively.*
Kravinoff: I’m afraid not. I was referring to my life on the wild side, not Medicine Hat.
*All life force drains from Barbosa’s face before he poses his next question.*
Depressive: So did you acquire any useful knowledge when you tailed us today?
Kravinoff: Of course. But not about Titus or Everest. The most interesting thing I found out today was how your body language changes with your affect.
*Still in his calculating, depressive state, this assertion doesn’t faze Barbosa in the least.*
Depressive: So what of Titus and Everest? Will your publicist allow you to compete to the best of your abilities against two huge fan favorites or will we have to handle this match on our own?
*For the first time since the conversation began, Kravinoff’s face fills with stress. He seems uncertain of himself.*
Kravinoff: Well, Barbie… That’s a bit of a sore subject. After I did exactly what I said I would last week and took out Phoenix after a match-ending mistake, the jeers of the fans put my publicist on edge. He thinks the people are gonna crucify me for taking on a returning hero like Titus and a legend like Everest. But I’m insistent that taking out two guys who have as much juice with the fans as Titus and Everest will do nothing but aid my credibility and Freud’s credibility in the eyes of the unwashed masses. So in the name of proving my publicist wrong and getting that big win, you have nothing to worry about. I’m bringing everything I have this week and am going to be the world-ender you know I am. It’s going to be a lot like that time in the jungles of Cambodia where I ---
*Just as Kravinoff is regaining his smile, he’s cutoff as Barbosa raises his hand dismissively and stops Kravinoff’s train of thought.*
Depressive: What are your feelings regarding Titus and Everest? Do you have a better sense of them than our travels today provided us?
Kravinoff: Well I do know that Titus isn’t ready for us.
Manic: Good! I was a getting a little worried about him! He’s pretty good!
The Smoker: Your praise for the enemy is the bane of my existence, you short-bus riding simpleton!
*Kravinoff stares uncomfortably as the outburst dies down and the Depressive returns to the forefront.*
Depressive: In what way is Titus not ready?
Kravinoff: Did you hear him speaking with Everest in Keystone? It was pathetic. The man is convinced that stealing the show and having a competitive match is what he, as a competitor, should strive for. He still has that Hollywood mindset where he wants to give the people a show and have fun. It’s a game to him, nothing more than a choreographed dance.
All things considered, I question whether this is serious to Titus after all those months he’s spent in Hollywood. After spending so long pretending to be someone else in front of the camera, I don’t think the man is living in the same competitive reality that everyone else in WZCW is. He’s detached, bent on thrilling the fans with little regard for the mindset of serious competitors like you and I. But we aren’t out to thrill. We’re out to kill. And after his downfall last year and the lengthy layoff designed to keep his feelings of inadequacy about his shortcomings as a wrestler firmly repressed, he’s going to be an easy kill.
*Kravinoff inhales deeply and stares contemplatively into the distance as Barbosa considers the words of the Ugandan Wildman.*
Kravinoff: Against lesser men, maybe… MAYBE Titus might have some leeway to find his footing as a wrestler again. But he’s not going to get that against me. Not only am I in absolutely mid-season form, but I want this… To gain the belief of the people, I NEED this win. I need it more than Titus could ever imagine. He’s not prepared to have someone come at him this hard this early into his return. It’s this hunger of mine, coupled with the shortcomings of Keystone’s Savior, which is going to give you and I all the edge we need.
Depressive: And what of Everest?
*Kravinoff chuckles heartily.*
Kravinoff: What of him? That old dog doesn’t have what it takes to stand up and combat the best of the new blood in WZCW.
He's a legend -- Big deal. I don’t regard him with any reverence just because he’s a legend. What has he done for me lately? Big Dave’s gone over him twice in a row and Ty Burna prevented him from regaining his gold. The man is proving himself to be a relic. His match with Titus at Kingdom Come is proof that he has nothing to cling to anymore besides his former glory. At Ascension 28, our fists will bring Everest one step closer to accepting this cold reality.
*Barbosa contemplates this for a few seconds and then sighs deeply.*
Depressive: You must be a lunatic speak so glibly of the Mountain Man.
Kravinoff: Oh, I’m glib. Glib like a fox!
*Kravinoff nods as though he’s just strung together an Earth shattering insight as Barbosa slumps deeper into his chair, exacerbated by the absurd man in front of him. After a moment, rage returns to his face.*
The Smoker: And what of our partnership? What chemistry will we have as partners that Everest and Titus won’t be able to one-up?
*Kravinoff smiles with supreme arrogance.*
Kravinoff: Well Barbie, you’re teaming with one of the greatest tag team strategists in the history of this company! It just happens that I was never defeated for the World Tag Team Championship! I have expertise and the keys to tag team success, brother!
*Barbosa stares skeptically as Kravinoff gives him a thumbs-up.*
Kravinoff: We’ve got something Titus and Everest definitely don’t have. We have the modern training techniques perfected by the Pride of Toyota! We’re gonna break down some barriers, destroy any internal strife this team might be liable to experience, and put Kingdom Come on the back burner! In the time-honoured tradition of Freud, we’re gonna follow our ids and live in this moment! You, Barbosa… You are going to be my Black Swan!
*Barbosa cringes, visibly alternating between personalties. Finally, one takes center stage and lets his voice be heard.*
Manic: YES! I LOVE MILA KUNIS!!
*Kravinoff stands sharply and triumphantly and points into the distance.*
Kravinoff: To the dance studio!