Lethal Lottery IV: Steel Cage - Steven Kurtesy vs. Barbosa (World Title)
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*The scene opens with a meeting in Ty Burna's office. The Lord of Darkness, former WZCW champion and current owner of Meltdown is seated behind his desk. His paramour, Serafina, is draped somewhat seductively across the desk. Standing statuesquely behind Ty are his Apostles of Chaos - Chris KO, Dr Alhazred, S.H.I.T. and Wasabi Toyota. Equally statuesque is the person standing in front of Ty's desk - another former WZCW champion and the current #1 contender to that very crown, Barbosa. The conversation is already underway.*
Ty Burna: At Lethal Lottery, my chaotic plan will take another dramatic step towards its final fruition. Chris KO will claim the EurAsian title; you, Barbosa, will bring the WZCW title back under our control and most importantly, with the aid of my Apostles, I will claim my place in the main event of Kingdom Come once more by claiming victory in the Lethal Lottery.
*This proclamation draws nods of approval from Serafina, Chris KO and Alhazred, whilst S.H.I.T. gives an affirmative but unconvincing beep. However, without saying or gesticulating anything, Toyota gives off the impression that he is not entirely accepting of his presumed role as kingmaker for Ty. Barbosa is also perturbed by some part of this plan of Chaotica and his is much more forthright in expressing that displeasure.*
Barbosa: Your plan? "Our control?" I think you have very much misunderstood the nature of our little alliance here, Ty. Sure, your merry band of misfits might be up for doing your dirty work but I certainly am not.
*Before Ty can retort, Serafina angrily responds to the disrespect shown to her master*
Serafina: That is Mr Burna and you will show him the respect befitting a lord of his position and stature.
Barbosa: I do not take orders from a circus leader or his bearded lady companion.
*Needless to say, Serafina does not take kindly to such antagonism.*
Serafina: Lord Burna, let me and the boys teach this ingrate the only kind of lesson he would respond to - a beating he will never forget!
*Barbosa waves a dismissive hand in Serafina's direction.*
Barbosa: As if they could.
*Barbosa turns attention to the original male Apostle, all the while still addressing Serafina.*
Barbosa: Although, Sera, I am sure a woman like you could hand out a beating to Mr KO here - a lap dog with delusions, not of grandeur but of becoming the next Gordito.
*Barbosa moves onto the newest member of the Apostles.*
Barbosa: And what do we have here? The pinnacle of android technology, a glorified paperweight or simply a man in a box? We... I cannot decide but whichever it is, it is certainly living up to it acronymial promise.
*As Barbosa's analysis moves on to Alharzed, Serafina looks on in stunned silence at the nerve shown by Barbosa while the Apostles look to Ty for permission to end this tirade of insults. However. the Lord of Chaos just sits with his hands steepled in contemplation, listening to Barbosa seemingly dig his own grave.*
Barbosa: Maybe S.H.I.T. is the brainchild of this all-purpose nerd with a glove not only designed to handle such unsanitary material but one that no doubt comes with a warning about practising on a hot dog first for fear of self-inflicted castrastion.
*Barbosa then fixes his gaze on the last of the Apostles.*
Barbosa: Intrigingly, the only one of you sheep that could conceivably pose any sort of threat to me does not seem to be fully behind the idea of Ty being the one to win the Lethal Lottery and face me at Kingdom Come.
Serafina: What are you talking about?
*Ignoring Serafina and moving from in front of Ty, Barbosa approaches Wasabi Toyota all the while staring him straight in the eyes.*
Barbosa: Isn't that right? It was I that stoked the fires of hate in you but you turned your back on me as you recognised more; you recognised the truth. For chaos to be truly enjoyable, its Creator must be a solitary beast. You might be standing here under the banner of the diluted Burna brand of chaos but you yearn for more; you yearn for the same kind of chaos that I do - a brand that will see Wasabi Toyota face Barbosa at Kingdom Come and not this charlatan sitting behind a desk.
*Toyota does not verbally agree with Barbosa's summation but he does not give any indication of a denial either. However, the lack of a response seems to agitate Barbosa, bringing on a fit of coughing.*
*cough*
*cough*
*cough* Fat bastard. *cough*
*This familiar outburst brings something approaching a smile to the big man's face.*
Crazy bastard.
Serafina: This is ludicrous. Ty, stop this attempted usurpation before it is too...
*Serafina's plea is interrupted by unrestrained laughter and applause. However, it is not coming from the riled up Barbosa or any of the increasingly restless Apostles. Instead, it is emanating from Ty Burna himself. The amused mastermind rises from his seat and walks toward the almost nose to nose Barabi Toyosa.*
Ty Burna: Haha, Barbosa, I knew there was a reason why I liked you so much and want nothing more than to challenge you at Kingdom Come for the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship.
You remind me so much of myself in my early days in this federation - willing to speak your mind or minds as the case may be; able to manipulate others for your own ends and utterly ruthless in dealing with your foes. You also have an uncanny and quite unexpected ability to pick up on the folly of others no matter how accidental or planned.
And because of that...
*In an unexpected move, Ty steps between the inciteful #1 contender and the behemoth rikishi and puts a hand on the latter's massive shoulder.*
Ty Burna: To you, Wasabi, to all of you, I must apologise.
I may be the conduit for the power of Ouija but I am still a mortal man and as a man I am capable of making mistakes and I made one in regard to the latest prophecy revealed to me. The Scrolls have told me of my inevitable victory in the Lethal Lottery and I made the assumption that my Apostles would play a role in obtaining that victory.
It was an easy mistake to make but that does negate or forgive my folly.
Barbosa: You know what happens when you assume...
*Ty ignores the sarcastic inciting from Barbosa.*
Ty Burna: Of course, all of you are more than welcome, encouraged even, to give winning the Lethal Lottery all your attention...
*Ty's demeanour changes from conciliatory to accusatory in a heartbeat.*
Ty Burna: But you must all realise that that would be your own folly given that the Scrolls have already given the result regardless of your actions in the Lottery.
Barbosa: Next you will be saying it is hardly a Lottery if the element of luck has been removed and the result is already known.
*This brings another laugh from Ty.*
Ty Burna: You took the words right of my mouth.
Barbosa: Really? While we are at the tired clichés, I suppose that you were going to tell me that I am not locked in the cage with Kurtsey, he is locked in there with me.
*Ty's reply comes steeped in just a little sarcasm.*
Ty Burna: Truly uncanny.
*Barbosa turns to the Apostles to remonstrate with them.*
Barbosa: Surely you are not buying into this false apology nonsense and hokem?
*While Toyota continues to exude little discernable emotion one way or the other, the others are clearly in Ty's camp if not under his spell.*
Ty Burna: You see, Barbosa? Faith may be tested, even shaken by reason but it will never be broken. In this room, there are subscribers to the will of Ouija as well as unbelievers, even detractors but, regardless, all are pawns in its plan. Even you. And that plan has you defeating the Good Professor and becoming WZCW champion again with the help of meand my Apostles, whether you like it or not.
*With that, the meeting breaks up with Barbosa throwing up his hands in exasperation and storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him and heading down the corridor. However, as he turns the corner, he walks straight into Ty Burna A look of confusion washes across his face but it is quickly replaced by dismissive sneer.*
Barbosa: Nice trick.
Ty Burna: That was no trick. That was power...
Charlatan!
Ty Burna: That was what I was meaning to talk to you about, Barbosa. I thoroughly enjoy the chaos that you can and have wrought - all of you. I even get a kick out of the complete lack of gratitude you demonstrate despite being told that you have the support of the co-owner of WZCW and faction full of the biggest, best and brightest stars this company has to offer, virtually guaranteeing you a second reign as World Heavyweight Champion and a spot in the main event of the biggest show of the year.
However, while insightful name calling and baseless ingratitude are harmless and you are more than capable of defending yourself against any outbursts your insults might cause, you need to get that cough under control if you are to win the title at Lethal Lottery and retain it for more than a cup of coffee
*This intervention, along with the reminder of his brief reign as champion, raises the ire of Barbosa for the first time since that fateful night at All or Nothing when Barbosa left with the latter.*
Barbosa: I am Barbosa!
*cough cough cough*
No! We are Barbosa!
*At the latest outburst, Ty gives Barbosa a stern look. In response, Barbosa gives something of a nod of resignation, before hanging his head in shame.*
Ty Burna: My grand plan for WZCW has progressed flawlessly thus far and I do not wish to see it be derailed by a Manic mess up, smoke damage or undue procrastination.
Barbosa: I understand.
Ty Burna: See that you do. I want Kurtsey's head on a platter and the title around your waist again.
*With that pronouncement, the Lord of Chaos stalks off with his usual flair for the dramatic. Barbosa continues to hang his head but once Ty is out of range, he raises his head to reveal a mischievous smile on his face.*
Barbosa: Be careful what you wish for, my lord
*Despite being well out of earshot and having his back turned to Barbosa, Ty stops dead in his tracks in reaction to Barbosa's sarcasm-laced threat. After a brief second, the Chaotic Lord turns his attention back to Barbosa and despite the distance between them, the two engage in a tense stare down with Ty's eyes of fire meeting the calculating cold of Barbosa's gaze. Neither seem willing to blink until suddenly Barbosa raises his right hand and simulates ringing a bell.*
Barbosa: Ding ding.
*Ty gives a look of confusion as Barbosa continues to stare at him *
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*The scene switches to the poker room. However, once again, the usual poker table is missing. This time the room is dominated by a wrestling ring. One corner sees the crumpled inanimate mass of the Catatonic. The adjacent corner sees the hunched over form of the Depressive sitting in a contemplative mood. The air is thick with the dulcet tones of the Lady of Oz as the Manic makes his way to the ring, where he takes his place in the corner opposite the Depressive.
Kylie is then replaced by the grungy chords of Kurt and Krist to bring the Smoker into the room, where he stomps in the ring and takes his place in the last available corner. The three conscious Barbosas share a series of glances before the lurid drone of the Deftones introduces the final element into this Barbosan equation - the grave-digging giant, who represents the cold and calculating persona that has dominated Barbosa since All or Nothing. Upon entering the ring, the giant stands in the middle of the squared circle, surrounded by the other exhumed personalities.
A voice that sounds vaguely like that of Truman Harrys then announces what is going on here.*
This contest is an Over the Top Rope Battle Royale! And it is for...
total control!
*The bell sounds again and the internal struggle begins.
The Depressive looks to the Smoker and gestures that they team up to get rid of the giant. The Smoker nods in agreement and makes a move towards the centre of the ring and its occupant. Buoyed by the promise of aid, the Depressive also moves towards the mountain of a man. However, just as the Depressive has committed to an attack, the Smoker sidesteps and launches a blindside attack on the Manic with a vicious kitchen sink knee strike.
As the Smoker takes out some pent up frustration on Manic, the Depressive quickly finds himself overwhelmed by the sheer brute force of the giant and is easily picked up and dumped over the top to the floor. Next, the giant walks up behind the Smoker, who is busy stomping a mudhole in the Manic. He grabs the Smoker's arm and looks to send him for an Irish Whip. However, the technically sound Smoker shifts his weight and is able to turn the tables. Or so he thinks... the giant proves to be anchored to the spot and no matter what the Smoker does, he cannot shift him. A swift knee to the gut allows him enough time to attempt to lock in the Sambo Suplex but again the Smoker cannot budge his gargantuan opponent. Another knee then sees the Smoker attempt a DDT but once more he cannot shift the immovable object. In response to this futility, the giant simply lifts the Smoker with ease and backdrops him up over the top rope and ontop of the prone Depressive on the outside.
With the Manic beaten to a pulp and the Catatonic in his usual state, the contest was effectively over. Surveying the situation and realising he has his pick of the next victim, the giant chooses to go after the Catatonic. He picks up the unresponsive mass like a child and looks to set it over the top rope. However, just as he is about to let go, the unmoving object springs into some sort of life, grasping hold of the giant around the neck in what is essentially the hug of a frightened child. This brings a smile to the giant's face but that is quickly dispelled when he realises that the Catatonic's grip is far more formidable than that of a child.
In clinging on for dear life, the Catatonic finds himself dangling over the side of the apron, while the giant is slightly bent over the top rope. The Depressive and the Smoker, recognising their opportunity, each grad hold of one of Catatonic's legs and pull, hoping to drag the monster out with him. Despite the vice- like grip of the Catatonic and the Depressive and Smoker's efforts, they still cannot overcome the power of the behemoth. However, for the first time, the giant appears to be struggling, unable to slip free.
Into this apparent stalemate appears a wildcard in the form brutalised Manic. He has finally made his way back to his feet. The Smoker notices this.*
The Smoker: Hey you! Get over here and help!
*However, in response to this appeal, rather than hurry over to help, the Manic folds his arms and pouts.*
The Smoker: You could have control!
*The Depressive adds his voice to the appeals.*
Depressive: We need your help. Please, come over here and help.
Manic: Say you're sorry!
Depressive: We are sorry. Very sorry.
*The Manic shakes his head.*
Manic: Not you
*He gestures towards the Smoker.*
Manic: Him. He hurt us.
*Grimacing at the continued effort, the Depressive shouts at the Smoker.*
Depressive: Apologise.
The Smoker: Are we really going to do this now?
Depressive: Apologise now.
The Smoker: No chance. It was every man for themselves. We all knew the risks.
*With unusual vim and vigour, the Depressive again shouts at the Smoker.*
Depressive: Apologise now or we will let go and help put you back in the ground!
*The reminder of that dark place sobers the Smoker and after a few more seconds, he looks to the Manic.*
The Smoker: We're sooooooo, sooooooo sorry.
*Despite being confronted with perhaps the most disingenuous apology of all time, the Manic smiles, clearly happy with it. He then staggers towards the Catatonic-gripped giant and lifts one of his legs and together, all four aspects dump the grave-digger over the top!
Or at least that is what should have happened but the Manic forgets to let go and he too gets dragged over the top to the floor, leaving all five in a pile of twisted arms and legs.
The bell rings again.*
Here is your winner err
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*After a brief flash of darkness, the poker room is seen again but this time the ring is gone. Indeed, things look to be back to normal. Manic, Depressive and the Smoker are all sitting playing cards at the poker table, which is back in its normal position as is the Catatonic, crumbled in the corner. The moment's peace is shattered by the giant bursting in through the door. He tips over the poker table and produces a shovel, clearly preparing to reinter the others. The Smoker takes exception.*
The Smoker: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... what the hell are you doing?
*The giant does not respond, breaking ground with his shovel instead.*
Barbosa: I won.
Manic: No, we won! We threw you over the top!
Barbosa: You hit the floor first.
Manic: No, we didn't!
*Before a repetitive back and forth can begin, the Depressive steps in.*
Depressive: It does not matter who won.
The Smoker: Yes, it does! Especially when we did!
Depressive: It does not. What matters now is what we decide to do about our situation. What matters is how we are going to defeat Professor Kurtsey in the Steel Cage and
Manic: And reclaim our big gold belt!
Barbosa: This situation will be solved once all of you are back in the deep, dark recesses.
Manic: We do not want to go back there!
Barbosa: You have no choice. None of you can stop me.
*The Smoker looks to square up to the physical boast of the giant but he is stopped by the Depressive, who steps in to verbally confront the giant.*
Depressive: You need us.
Barbosa: I performed adequately without you.
Depressive: Yes, you did in the ring. However, backstage was a different story. There, you allowed yourself to become a pawn of Ty Burna. Without our reappearance, you will have been so under the thumb of that conjurer that you may even have begun to believe in his Ouija nonsense and tried to hand him the WZCW title without a fight.
*The giant cannot deny that supposition.*
Depressive: Regardless of what "help" Ty and his minions have promised; regardless of the presence of the steel cage
Manic: We are not locked in the cage with the Professor; he is locked in there with us!
Depressive: you will not defeat Kurtsey without us. He is too well versed in the arts of manipulation and mass attacks to not have contingencies in place; friends and enemies of enemies contacted to run intereference.
We have met many times before. He has defeated us in singles competition; manipulated us as his tag partner but we have beaten him too, even outlasting him inside the Elimination Chamber; we have surpassed him in everyway since our pathes last crossed but that is not enough. This time the stakes are ultimate he has our World Heavyweight Championship and our spot in the main event of Kingdom Come.
So you do need us, maybe not out there where your physical prowess is unquestioned but certainly in here. Guiding you away from the Burna pitfalls into which a cold, uncaring persona might lead.
*Due to being enlightened to the idea that he has been manipulated by him, the mention of Ty Burna seems to bring some ire to the face of the giant. The Depressive jumps on it.*
Depressive: If we are all pulling in the same direction rather than fighting for control, Kurtsey does not stand a chance; the belt and the glory will all be ours, along with the opportunity to show Ty Burna just who is best on the grandest stage of them all.
*The possibility of facing Ty at Kingdom Come clearly persuades the monster.*
Barbosa: What do you suggest?
Depressive: You continue your fine work in the ring and your cold, calculating demeanour and we will provide whatever suitable mental aspect is required.
*The giant mulls this over.*
Barbosa: I want Ty Burna in the main event of Kingdom Come.
*When the Depressive responds with a nod of agreement, the giant drops his shovel and walks out of the door. The Smoker, with a smirk on his face, siddles up to the Depressive*
The Smoker: So how are we going to play him? How are we going to take control back?
Depressive: We aren't. That giant is going to lead us to back to the Promised Land for a very long time.
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*After a few brief seconds of staring into space, Barbosa snaps back to reality. He is still in the corridor staring at the confused looking Ty Burna. His blank expression is replaced by a cold, calculating stare.*
Barbosa: See you in the main event.
*Coming to a realisation about what has happened as well as Barbosa's ambiguous insinuation, Ty nods in acceptance and, with a smirk, continues on his way, leaving Barbosa alone.*
Barbosa: Be careful what you wish for
Ty Burna: At Lethal Lottery, my chaotic plan will take another dramatic step towards its final fruition. Chris KO will claim the EurAsian title; you, Barbosa, will bring the WZCW title back under our control and most importantly, with the aid of my Apostles, I will claim my place in the main event of Kingdom Come once more by claiming victory in the Lethal Lottery.
*This proclamation draws nods of approval from Serafina, Chris KO and Alhazred, whilst S.H.I.T. gives an affirmative but unconvincing beep. However, without saying or gesticulating anything, Toyota gives off the impression that he is not entirely accepting of his presumed role as kingmaker for Ty. Barbosa is also perturbed by some part of this plan of Chaotica and his is much more forthright in expressing that displeasure.*
Barbosa: Your plan? "Our control?" I think you have very much misunderstood the nature of our little alliance here, Ty. Sure, your merry band of misfits might be up for doing your dirty work but I certainly am not.
*Before Ty can retort, Serafina angrily responds to the disrespect shown to her master*
Serafina: That is Mr Burna and you will show him the respect befitting a lord of his position and stature.
Barbosa: I do not take orders from a circus leader or his bearded lady companion.
*Needless to say, Serafina does not take kindly to such antagonism.*
Serafina: Lord Burna, let me and the boys teach this ingrate the only kind of lesson he would respond to - a beating he will never forget!
*Barbosa waves a dismissive hand in Serafina's direction.*
Barbosa: As if they could.
*Barbosa turns attention to the original male Apostle, all the while still addressing Serafina.*
Barbosa: Although, Sera, I am sure a woman like you could hand out a beating to Mr KO here - a lap dog with delusions, not of grandeur but of becoming the next Gordito.
*Barbosa moves onto the newest member of the Apostles.*
Barbosa: And what do we have here? The pinnacle of android technology, a glorified paperweight or simply a man in a box? We... I cannot decide but whichever it is, it is certainly living up to it acronymial promise.
*As Barbosa's analysis moves on to Alharzed, Serafina looks on in stunned silence at the nerve shown by Barbosa while the Apostles look to Ty for permission to end this tirade of insults. However. the Lord of Chaos just sits with his hands steepled in contemplation, listening to Barbosa seemingly dig his own grave.*
Barbosa: Maybe S.H.I.T. is the brainchild of this all-purpose nerd with a glove not only designed to handle such unsanitary material but one that no doubt comes with a warning about practising on a hot dog first for fear of self-inflicted castrastion.
*Barbosa then fixes his gaze on the last of the Apostles.*
Barbosa: Intrigingly, the only one of you sheep that could conceivably pose any sort of threat to me does not seem to be fully behind the idea of Ty being the one to win the Lethal Lottery and face me at Kingdom Come.
Serafina: What are you talking about?
*Ignoring Serafina and moving from in front of Ty, Barbosa approaches Wasabi Toyota all the while staring him straight in the eyes.*
Barbosa: Isn't that right? It was I that stoked the fires of hate in you but you turned your back on me as you recognised more; you recognised the truth. For chaos to be truly enjoyable, its Creator must be a solitary beast. You might be standing here under the banner of the diluted Burna brand of chaos but you yearn for more; you yearn for the same kind of chaos that I do - a brand that will see Wasabi Toyota face Barbosa at Kingdom Come and not this charlatan sitting behind a desk.
*Toyota does not verbally agree with Barbosa's summation but he does not give any indication of a denial either. However, the lack of a response seems to agitate Barbosa, bringing on a fit of coughing.*
*cough*
*cough*
*cough* Fat bastard. *cough*
*This familiar outburst brings something approaching a smile to the big man's face.*
Crazy bastard.
Serafina: This is ludicrous. Ty, stop this attempted usurpation before it is too...
*Serafina's plea is interrupted by unrestrained laughter and applause. However, it is not coming from the riled up Barbosa or any of the increasingly restless Apostles. Instead, it is emanating from Ty Burna himself. The amused mastermind rises from his seat and walks toward the almost nose to nose Barabi Toyosa.*
Ty Burna: Haha, Barbosa, I knew there was a reason why I liked you so much and want nothing more than to challenge you at Kingdom Come for the WZCW World Heavyweight Championship.
You remind me so much of myself in my early days in this federation - willing to speak your mind or minds as the case may be; able to manipulate others for your own ends and utterly ruthless in dealing with your foes. You also have an uncanny and quite unexpected ability to pick up on the folly of others no matter how accidental or planned.
And because of that...
*In an unexpected move, Ty steps between the inciteful #1 contender and the behemoth rikishi and puts a hand on the latter's massive shoulder.*
Ty Burna: To you, Wasabi, to all of you, I must apologise.
I may be the conduit for the power of Ouija but I am still a mortal man and as a man I am capable of making mistakes and I made one in regard to the latest prophecy revealed to me. The Scrolls have told me of my inevitable victory in the Lethal Lottery and I made the assumption that my Apostles would play a role in obtaining that victory.
It was an easy mistake to make but that does negate or forgive my folly.
Barbosa: You know what happens when you assume...
*Ty ignores the sarcastic inciting from Barbosa.*
Ty Burna: Of course, all of you are more than welcome, encouraged even, to give winning the Lethal Lottery all your attention...
*Ty's demeanour changes from conciliatory to accusatory in a heartbeat.*
Ty Burna: But you must all realise that that would be your own folly given that the Scrolls have already given the result regardless of your actions in the Lottery.
Barbosa: Next you will be saying it is hardly a Lottery if the element of luck has been removed and the result is already known.
*This brings another laugh from Ty.*
Ty Burna: You took the words right of my mouth.
Barbosa: Really? While we are at the tired clichés, I suppose that you were going to tell me that I am not locked in the cage with Kurtsey, he is locked in there with me.
*Ty's reply comes steeped in just a little sarcasm.*
Ty Burna: Truly uncanny.
*Barbosa turns to the Apostles to remonstrate with them.*
Barbosa: Surely you are not buying into this false apology nonsense and hokem?
*While Toyota continues to exude little discernable emotion one way or the other, the others are clearly in Ty's camp if not under his spell.*
Ty Burna: You see, Barbosa? Faith may be tested, even shaken by reason but it will never be broken. In this room, there are subscribers to the will of Ouija as well as unbelievers, even detractors but, regardless, all are pawns in its plan. Even you. And that plan has you defeating the Good Professor and becoming WZCW champion again with the help of meand my Apostles, whether you like it or not.
*With that, the meeting breaks up with Barbosa throwing up his hands in exasperation and storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him and heading down the corridor. However, as he turns the corner, he walks straight into Ty Burna A look of confusion washes across his face but it is quickly replaced by dismissive sneer.*
Barbosa: Nice trick.
Ty Burna: That was no trick. That was power...
Charlatan!
Ty Burna: That was what I was meaning to talk to you about, Barbosa. I thoroughly enjoy the chaos that you can and have wrought - all of you. I even get a kick out of the complete lack of gratitude you demonstrate despite being told that you have the support of the co-owner of WZCW and faction full of the biggest, best and brightest stars this company has to offer, virtually guaranteeing you a second reign as World Heavyweight Champion and a spot in the main event of the biggest show of the year.
However, while insightful name calling and baseless ingratitude are harmless and you are more than capable of defending yourself against any outbursts your insults might cause, you need to get that cough under control if you are to win the title at Lethal Lottery and retain it for more than a cup of coffee
*This intervention, along with the reminder of his brief reign as champion, raises the ire of Barbosa for the first time since that fateful night at All or Nothing when Barbosa left with the latter.*
Barbosa: I am Barbosa!
*cough cough cough*
No! We are Barbosa!
*At the latest outburst, Ty gives Barbosa a stern look. In response, Barbosa gives something of a nod of resignation, before hanging his head in shame.*
Ty Burna: My grand plan for WZCW has progressed flawlessly thus far and I do not wish to see it be derailed by a Manic mess up, smoke damage or undue procrastination.
Barbosa: I understand.
Ty Burna: See that you do. I want Kurtsey's head on a platter and the title around your waist again.
*With that pronouncement, the Lord of Chaos stalks off with his usual flair for the dramatic. Barbosa continues to hang his head but once Ty is out of range, he raises his head to reveal a mischievous smile on his face.*
Barbosa: Be careful what you wish for, my lord
*Despite being well out of earshot and having his back turned to Barbosa, Ty stops dead in his tracks in reaction to Barbosa's sarcasm-laced threat. After a brief second, the Chaotic Lord turns his attention back to Barbosa and despite the distance between them, the two engage in a tense stare down with Ty's eyes of fire meeting the calculating cold of Barbosa's gaze. Neither seem willing to blink until suddenly Barbosa raises his right hand and simulates ringing a bell.*
Barbosa: Ding ding.
*Ty gives a look of confusion as Barbosa continues to stare at him *
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*The scene switches to the poker room. However, once again, the usual poker table is missing. This time the room is dominated by a wrestling ring. One corner sees the crumpled inanimate mass of the Catatonic. The adjacent corner sees the hunched over form of the Depressive sitting in a contemplative mood. The air is thick with the dulcet tones of the Lady of Oz as the Manic makes his way to the ring, where he takes his place in the corner opposite the Depressive.
Kylie is then replaced by the grungy chords of Kurt and Krist to bring the Smoker into the room, where he stomps in the ring and takes his place in the last available corner. The three conscious Barbosas share a series of glances before the lurid drone of the Deftones introduces the final element into this Barbosan equation - the grave-digging giant, who represents the cold and calculating persona that has dominated Barbosa since All or Nothing. Upon entering the ring, the giant stands in the middle of the squared circle, surrounded by the other exhumed personalities.
A voice that sounds vaguely like that of Truman Harrys then announces what is going on here.*
This contest is an Over the Top Rope Battle Royale! And it is for...
total control!
*The bell sounds again and the internal struggle begins.
The Depressive looks to the Smoker and gestures that they team up to get rid of the giant. The Smoker nods in agreement and makes a move towards the centre of the ring and its occupant. Buoyed by the promise of aid, the Depressive also moves towards the mountain of a man. However, just as the Depressive has committed to an attack, the Smoker sidesteps and launches a blindside attack on the Manic with a vicious kitchen sink knee strike.
As the Smoker takes out some pent up frustration on Manic, the Depressive quickly finds himself overwhelmed by the sheer brute force of the giant and is easily picked up and dumped over the top to the floor. Next, the giant walks up behind the Smoker, who is busy stomping a mudhole in the Manic. He grabs the Smoker's arm and looks to send him for an Irish Whip. However, the technically sound Smoker shifts his weight and is able to turn the tables. Or so he thinks... the giant proves to be anchored to the spot and no matter what the Smoker does, he cannot shift him. A swift knee to the gut allows him enough time to attempt to lock in the Sambo Suplex but again the Smoker cannot budge his gargantuan opponent. Another knee then sees the Smoker attempt a DDT but once more he cannot shift the immovable object. In response to this futility, the giant simply lifts the Smoker with ease and backdrops him up over the top rope and ontop of the prone Depressive on the outside.
With the Manic beaten to a pulp and the Catatonic in his usual state, the contest was effectively over. Surveying the situation and realising he has his pick of the next victim, the giant chooses to go after the Catatonic. He picks up the unresponsive mass like a child and looks to set it over the top rope. However, just as he is about to let go, the unmoving object springs into some sort of life, grasping hold of the giant around the neck in what is essentially the hug of a frightened child. This brings a smile to the giant's face but that is quickly dispelled when he realises that the Catatonic's grip is far more formidable than that of a child.
In clinging on for dear life, the Catatonic finds himself dangling over the side of the apron, while the giant is slightly bent over the top rope. The Depressive and the Smoker, recognising their opportunity, each grad hold of one of Catatonic's legs and pull, hoping to drag the monster out with him. Despite the vice- like grip of the Catatonic and the Depressive and Smoker's efforts, they still cannot overcome the power of the behemoth. However, for the first time, the giant appears to be struggling, unable to slip free.
Into this apparent stalemate appears a wildcard in the form brutalised Manic. He has finally made his way back to his feet. The Smoker notices this.*
The Smoker: Hey you! Get over here and help!
*However, in response to this appeal, rather than hurry over to help, the Manic folds his arms and pouts.*
The Smoker: You could have control!
*The Depressive adds his voice to the appeals.*
Depressive: We need your help. Please, come over here and help.
Manic: Say you're sorry!
Depressive: We are sorry. Very sorry.
*The Manic shakes his head.*
Manic: Not you
*He gestures towards the Smoker.*
Manic: Him. He hurt us.
*Grimacing at the continued effort, the Depressive shouts at the Smoker.*
Depressive: Apologise.
The Smoker: Are we really going to do this now?
Depressive: Apologise now.
The Smoker: No chance. It was every man for themselves. We all knew the risks.
*With unusual vim and vigour, the Depressive again shouts at the Smoker.*
Depressive: Apologise now or we will let go and help put you back in the ground!
*The reminder of that dark place sobers the Smoker and after a few more seconds, he looks to the Manic.*
The Smoker: We're sooooooo, sooooooo sorry.
*Despite being confronted with perhaps the most disingenuous apology of all time, the Manic smiles, clearly happy with it. He then staggers towards the Catatonic-gripped giant and lifts one of his legs and together, all four aspects dump the grave-digger over the top!
Or at least that is what should have happened but the Manic forgets to let go and he too gets dragged over the top to the floor, leaving all five in a pile of twisted arms and legs.
The bell rings again.*
Here is your winner err
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*After a brief flash of darkness, the poker room is seen again but this time the ring is gone. Indeed, things look to be back to normal. Manic, Depressive and the Smoker are all sitting playing cards at the poker table, which is back in its normal position as is the Catatonic, crumbled in the corner. The moment's peace is shattered by the giant bursting in through the door. He tips over the poker table and produces a shovel, clearly preparing to reinter the others. The Smoker takes exception.*
The Smoker: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... what the hell are you doing?
*The giant does not respond, breaking ground with his shovel instead.*
Barbosa: I won.
Manic: No, we won! We threw you over the top!
Barbosa: You hit the floor first.
Manic: No, we didn't!
*Before a repetitive back and forth can begin, the Depressive steps in.*
Depressive: It does not matter who won.
The Smoker: Yes, it does! Especially when we did!
Depressive: It does not. What matters now is what we decide to do about our situation. What matters is how we are going to defeat Professor Kurtsey in the Steel Cage and
Manic: And reclaim our big gold belt!
Barbosa: This situation will be solved once all of you are back in the deep, dark recesses.
Manic: We do not want to go back there!
Barbosa: You have no choice. None of you can stop me.
*The Smoker looks to square up to the physical boast of the giant but he is stopped by the Depressive, who steps in to verbally confront the giant.*
Depressive: You need us.
Barbosa: I performed adequately without you.
Depressive: Yes, you did in the ring. However, backstage was a different story. There, you allowed yourself to become a pawn of Ty Burna. Without our reappearance, you will have been so under the thumb of that conjurer that you may even have begun to believe in his Ouija nonsense and tried to hand him the WZCW title without a fight.
*The giant cannot deny that supposition.*
Depressive: Regardless of what "help" Ty and his minions have promised; regardless of the presence of the steel cage
Manic: We are not locked in the cage with the Professor; he is locked in there with us!
Depressive: you will not defeat Kurtsey without us. He is too well versed in the arts of manipulation and mass attacks to not have contingencies in place; friends and enemies of enemies contacted to run intereference.
We have met many times before. He has defeated us in singles competition; manipulated us as his tag partner but we have beaten him too, even outlasting him inside the Elimination Chamber; we have surpassed him in everyway since our pathes last crossed but that is not enough. This time the stakes are ultimate he has our World Heavyweight Championship and our spot in the main event of Kingdom Come.
So you do need us, maybe not out there where your physical prowess is unquestioned but certainly in here. Guiding you away from the Burna pitfalls into which a cold, uncaring persona might lead.
*Due to being enlightened to the idea that he has been manipulated by him, the mention of Ty Burna seems to bring some ire to the face of the giant. The Depressive jumps on it.*
Depressive: If we are all pulling in the same direction rather than fighting for control, Kurtsey does not stand a chance; the belt and the glory will all be ours, along with the opportunity to show Ty Burna just who is best on the grandest stage of them all.
*The possibility of facing Ty at Kingdom Come clearly persuades the monster.*
Barbosa: What do you suggest?
Depressive: You continue your fine work in the ring and your cold, calculating demeanour and we will provide whatever suitable mental aspect is required.
*The giant mulls this over.*
Barbosa: I want Ty Burna in the main event of Kingdom Come.
*When the Depressive responds with a nod of agreement, the giant drops his shovel and walks out of the door. The Smoker, with a smirk on his face, siddles up to the Depressive*
The Smoker: So how are we going to play him? How are we going to take control back?
Depressive: We aren't. That giant is going to lead us to back to the Promised Land for a very long time.
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*After a few brief seconds of staring into space, Barbosa snaps back to reality. He is still in the corridor staring at the confused looking Ty Burna. His blank expression is replaced by a cold, calculating stare.*
Barbosa: See you in the main event.
*Coming to a realisation about what has happened as well as Barbosa's ambiguous insinuation, Ty nods in acceptance and, with a smirk, continues on his way, leaving Barbosa alone.*
Barbosa: Be careful what you wish for
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I'm Literally Just Here for WZCW
Sounds of loud mumbling, many footsteps and creaking noises project through the curtains that separate the backstage area from the auditorium. Estimating from how much of these sounds are being made, nerves begin to rush through the body of Dr. Sandy Deserts who is busy trying to keep her palm cards steady in her hand and wiping the sweat off her face. She looks down once more and sees that some of her hand sweat has affected the writing on her cards, smudging some words into something illegible. A man who is dressed in formal attire walks up to her with a smile on his face.
Are you ready to speak?
Sandy looks up and tries her best to smile back.
Yeah, sure.
The tremble in her voice causes the man to raise an eyebrow but still nods in agreement and heads over to the auditorium, signalling they are ready to go. Sandy takes a big gulp and a deep breath. She takes a peek through the curtain and sees the man going up to the podium about to address the crowd. Before he begins to speak, someone taps Sandy on the shoulder that causes her to give a loud shout which is overheard by many in the auditorium, some being scared and giggle from the effect. Sandy turns around to see that Professor Steven Kurtesy is standing behind in her in formal attire as well. She is very relieved to see him and gives him a huge hug.
Oh thank God you turned up. I didn't think I'd be able to make it through the entire seminar... wait, what about your World championship training from the Master?
Kurtesy chuckles as the two stop their embrace.
You know the Master and his tricks: I came in believing I needed to prepare for my match and free up my schedule but I walked out of his Dojo challenged by the Master as to what I'm searching for.
Kurtesy hands Sandy a piece of paper and begins to walk towards the auditorium entrance.
And that's why I'm here.
In the theatre, the man has settled everyone down and leans over to the microphone.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest here today who is taking time out of her busy schedule to discuss the effect of phobia's and general fear on the human psyche: Doctor Sandy Deserts.
The crowd applauds along with the man as Professor Steven Kurtesy walks out. The man's face goes from a smiling, happy expression to his jaw dropping. Some of the crowd cheer louder whilst others laugh at Kurtesy's name introduction. Kurtesy extends his hand out to the man who is very confused but shakes anyway before proceeding off-stage. Sandy can be seen at the auditorium entrance beaming as the man looks at her as he continues out of sight, not knowing what's going on. She realises that Steven gave her a piece of paper and reads it. Her eyes open as she quickly exits. Kurtesy is standing behind the podium, waiting for everyone to settle before he starts. A smile appears on his face.
Good afternoon everyone, my name is Professor Steven Kurtesy but you may refer to me as Sandy if that's what you fancy.
A few laughs from the audience as well as Sandy, who is walking down the stairs going to the projector area, getting a chuckle in. Just as she is about to sit down in her chair, Steven points at her.
Can we please give a big thank you for Dr. Deserts who offered her time to initially cover me when I rang up to cancel this guest speaking role and is still present with us.
The crowd applauds as Sandy takes her seat, waving to the rest of the people.
I do apologise for the confusion however. Personal problems arose and I thought I wasn't able to make it to perform at such a prestigious University but I managed to resolve everything last minute. Literally, I just walked through the door adjusting my tie as the Head Director of Psychology was announcing me as a woman.
Another set of small laughs with Kurtesy still smiling.
So now that I am here, our scheduled discussion of phobia's will be postponed hopefully to a later date where Dr. Deserts will speak without interruptions and instead we are going to revert back to what this discussion was originally going to be about and that is Mental Conditions & Disorders.
Most of the audience are excited to be apart of this seminar whilst some have a look of disappointment on their faces as they back away their books on phobia's with a few grabbing out their back-up text books.
As humans we all experience life in different ways through various mediums such as social, cultural and environmental influences as grow up in both childhood and adult life. For the majority of us, most of our experiences are considered to be the "norm" and this "norm" changes with every generation. So it's like we have a continuous cycle flowing here... for some however, they have experiences which are the complete opposite to the point where they are condemned by society: experiences like being abused when growing up, not having a male and a female authority figure in their lives... things which are essential to the progression for every human going astray. Depending on how severe the damage these experiences causes and how the person reacts to these experiences, it can cause them to develop a mental condition or disorder. One of the most well-known disorders is known as the Bi-polar Disorder which I'm sure most of you know about...
Excuse me, Sandy.
Steven sees a hand go up from the near the middle section as members of the audience chuckle. He stops and points to the male.
Yes, Fred.
Very confused by the mentioning of the name, Fred keeps his hand up.
My name's not Fred...
And Sandy isn't mine neither so I'm dubbing you as Fred.
The students chuckle to the banter as Kurtesy signals for Fred to continue.
Mental disorders aren't just developed from personal experience. Sometimes genetics are the cause like with Bipolar disorder as the sway in moods are caused by an abnormal imbalance of energy levels.
Kurtesy smiles at the students knowledge.
You are right: I shouldn't be basing my thesis on just personal experience but if you were to let me continue, I was about to mention the exact same thing. Try to stick with me instead of getting ahead, just in case we lose someone along the way. However, as you are all learning the art of psychology, we do not necessarily care for chemical imbalances as these facts and knowledge have already been recorded... what we are interested in is the personal experiences as there is a huge range. Why do certain people who have certain traits experience the same situation but get affected differently? Is there something in the scientific method that we can use to isolate the exact cause of all these formations of mental disorders? The best we have right now is to focus on the individual, target what their mental condition is and treat the patient appropriately so they can live a normal life just like you and me. Let's look at one example.
Sandy, who has already set up a laptop and connected everything up, looks at the piece of paper and loads up an image.
The crowd laughs at the image but on the screen, most of them familiar with the example.
Ah good... so you are aware of this television series. This particular character in the show is a very hyperactive pony who has two completely different personalities that most Bipolar subjects do: a Maniac and a Depressive side. We won't get into a lot of detail with this example as this is a simple case of a sheltered and simplistic childhood being quickly exposed to an open and chaotic environment where the subject is unable to process it fast enough, therefore creating a second personality to cope with these sudden changes, even going as far as creating new names just like Fred and I have demonstrated. It's very easy to understand but I wanted to get the point across using this example here that Bipolar patients are known to have a Maniac and a Depressive side. However, some are more complex than others...
The next slide on the screen shows up.
A lot of people start talking to each other, coming off as a huge mumble to Kurtesy.
This man is known as Barbosa who wrestles for the same company as I do and in fact, he is the man I will be facing in a Steel cage match with the World Championship on the line this Sunday. But this discussion isn't about wrestling but rather his controversial medical history concerning his Bipolar condition. Why would I pick Barbosa as my main example? Well... it's because I've personally dealt with Barbosa's mind on a number of occasions and I have the sufficient knowledge on this subject. Through my research I've been able to come to the conclusion that Barbosa has more than the two "default" personalities a Bipolar patient would normally have. I've experienced a third side to the equation that possesses determined and aggressive qualities...
A hand of a female is raised from near the front row. Kurtesy allows them to speak.
Would the presence of anger be dangerous for your line of work, considering that if you ask the third personality a question that is very touchy? Wouldn't it just complicate the process as there is a third personality to deal with as well?
Kurtesy ponders for a moment.
It's a personality of his that wants to gain control of the other two "default" personalities and unite under the third personalities banner, so to speak. This is interesting for this patient as we are able to almost have a 'middle man' to speak with to try and figure out what exactly goes on inside the head of Barbosa. It's like destroying a group of people from the inside: use the angry personality to figure out how the maniac and depressive sides work... whilst it can be dangerous work, sometimes we have to dive into the deep so we can make some progress. It sounds immoral to attack someone's psyche like that but if slow movement isn't an option, you're going to have to speed up. I've tried this method previously when my work with the human mind was considered to be very aggressive and extremist, some of which I'm not proud of but pushing forward through Barbosa's brain I've been able to pinpoint how to manipulate him in order to find out what exactly goes on inside.
Another hand raises: this time from someone who is wearing WZCW merchandise. Kurtesy is reluctant to allow him to speak but does so.
Is that why Ty Burna has a grip on Barbosa mentally?
The look on Kurtesy's face suggests that he did not want the discussion to go in this direction.
Well... you could say that I guess. Come to think of it, those who have been known to possess excellent levels of psychology have been able to figure out what makes Barbosa tick... myself, Ty and Hunter Kravinoff as well... that does make a lot of sense... anyway, back to the topic, if we are able to pinpoint what...
The same person's hand goes up. Kurtesy, a little annoyed but keeps a smile on his face, allows it.
The three of you may have been able to manipulate Barbosa but when it comes to a different environment, say a caged setting, none of you have been able to contain Barbosa as his sanity completely snaps. How are you expected to deal with that when the last time you were placed in a caged setting with Barbosa you failed?
We're getting a little off-topic here...
I apologise Professor however you were the one to bring up Barbosa and your personal experiences with the patient so why would it be too hard to answer the question? A cage in professional wrestling or solitary confinement: it's the same feeling in both aspects is it not?
Kurtesy is put off by the question, almost not having an answer.
No. A cage you can escape from where solitary confinement is almost eternal. Trust me, I've self-tested this. However, every time a caged setting has always dawned onto me I've had to take on multiple people at a time, especially with Barbosa as I've had to deal with 5 others. The prime opportunity to use a caged setting to really find out what your patient is like is to have it one on one. There is only one person to think about at all times and that is the other person. You have no distractions around as the walls will keep you safe. If anyone tries to break through, they've got a long way to get inside the safe zone. The only options for those inside is to escape or win the struggle of minds: I don't plan on trying to flee from this as I want to discover whats inside the head of Barbosa and finally finish off my research once and for all with him. I want this to be the last experiment I'd like to test... I'll pin him down or make him submit if I have to but this is going to be the last time. Once I've finished with Barbosa and concluded my research, it will be time for me to finish off another project that I've been working on for years and that's Ty Burna's mental state.
Kurtesy smirk turns into a smile as he is satisfied with the answer. The man in merchandise nods with a smile too.
I can help provide Barbosa with the treatment he needs if he wishes to function normally in society and in this final caged experiment I can show him what I'm capable of doing to him. People like Ty manipulating his mind to exploit him should be considered a crime instead of being "looked down upon." I know there is a Barbosa personality inside his head that wishes to combine all of them together and finally not have worry about the others popping out everywhere at the worst moments like Rudy.
Some of the audience members laugh at the Misfits reference.
If you gain their trust and allow them into your lives, you can make these Bipolar personalities disappear and remove the Chaos from their lives. We don't want to live in a world run by Chaos... we want to live in a world of Harmony and by helping these patients like Barbosa with their mental problems and removing those that exploit them like Ty, we will be able to make a better future.
Thank you for your time.
Kurtesy takes a bow as the audience stands up and applauds the performance of the professor. Kurtesy smiles and waves to the crowd before he goes backstage where Sandy has already made her way to, hugging him as comes back from the curtain.
Not too bad, Professor.
Thanks doctor.
You do realise you weren't just giving them a seminar on Mental disorders, right?
Kurtesy smiles at Sandy and walks off, leaving her to smile as well before she goes back into the auditorium to pack up her things.
Are you ready to speak?
Sandy looks up and tries her best to smile back.
Yeah, sure.
The tremble in her voice causes the man to raise an eyebrow but still nods in agreement and heads over to the auditorium, signalling they are ready to go. Sandy takes a big gulp and a deep breath. She takes a peek through the curtain and sees the man going up to the podium about to address the crowd. Before he begins to speak, someone taps Sandy on the shoulder that causes her to give a loud shout which is overheard by many in the auditorium, some being scared and giggle from the effect. Sandy turns around to see that Professor Steven Kurtesy is standing behind in her in formal attire as well. She is very relieved to see him and gives him a huge hug.
Oh thank God you turned up. I didn't think I'd be able to make it through the entire seminar... wait, what about your World championship training from the Master?
Kurtesy chuckles as the two stop their embrace.
You know the Master and his tricks: I came in believing I needed to prepare for my match and free up my schedule but I walked out of his Dojo challenged by the Master as to what I'm searching for.
Kurtesy hands Sandy a piece of paper and begins to walk towards the auditorium entrance.
And that's why I'm here.
In the theatre, the man has settled everyone down and leans over to the microphone.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest here today who is taking time out of her busy schedule to discuss the effect of phobia's and general fear on the human psyche: Doctor Sandy Deserts.
The crowd applauds along with the man as Professor Steven Kurtesy walks out. The man's face goes from a smiling, happy expression to his jaw dropping. Some of the crowd cheer louder whilst others laugh at Kurtesy's name introduction. Kurtesy extends his hand out to the man who is very confused but shakes anyway before proceeding off-stage. Sandy can be seen at the auditorium entrance beaming as the man looks at her as he continues out of sight, not knowing what's going on. She realises that Steven gave her a piece of paper and reads it. Her eyes open as she quickly exits. Kurtesy is standing behind the podium, waiting for everyone to settle before he starts. A smile appears on his face.
Good afternoon everyone, my name is Professor Steven Kurtesy but you may refer to me as Sandy if that's what you fancy.
A few laughs from the audience as well as Sandy, who is walking down the stairs going to the projector area, getting a chuckle in. Just as she is about to sit down in her chair, Steven points at her.
Can we please give a big thank you for Dr. Deserts who offered her time to initially cover me when I rang up to cancel this guest speaking role and is still present with us.
The crowd applauds as Sandy takes her seat, waving to the rest of the people.
I do apologise for the confusion however. Personal problems arose and I thought I wasn't able to make it to perform at such a prestigious University but I managed to resolve everything last minute. Literally, I just walked through the door adjusting my tie as the Head Director of Psychology was announcing me as a woman.
Another set of small laughs with Kurtesy still smiling.
So now that I am here, our scheduled discussion of phobia's will be postponed hopefully to a later date where Dr. Deserts will speak without interruptions and instead we are going to revert back to what this discussion was originally going to be about and that is Mental Conditions & Disorders.
Most of the audience are excited to be apart of this seminar whilst some have a look of disappointment on their faces as they back away their books on phobia's with a few grabbing out their back-up text books.
As humans we all experience life in different ways through various mediums such as social, cultural and environmental influences as grow up in both childhood and adult life. For the majority of us, most of our experiences are considered to be the "norm" and this "norm" changes with every generation. So it's like we have a continuous cycle flowing here... for some however, they have experiences which are the complete opposite to the point where they are condemned by society: experiences like being abused when growing up, not having a male and a female authority figure in their lives... things which are essential to the progression for every human going astray. Depending on how severe the damage these experiences causes and how the person reacts to these experiences, it can cause them to develop a mental condition or disorder. One of the most well-known disorders is known as the Bi-polar Disorder which I'm sure most of you know about...
Excuse me, Sandy.
Steven sees a hand go up from the near the middle section as members of the audience chuckle. He stops and points to the male.
Yes, Fred.
Very confused by the mentioning of the name, Fred keeps his hand up.
My name's not Fred...
And Sandy isn't mine neither so I'm dubbing you as Fred.
The students chuckle to the banter as Kurtesy signals for Fred to continue.
Mental disorders aren't just developed from personal experience. Sometimes genetics are the cause like with Bipolar disorder as the sway in moods are caused by an abnormal imbalance of energy levels.
Kurtesy smiles at the students knowledge.
You are right: I shouldn't be basing my thesis on just personal experience but if you were to let me continue, I was about to mention the exact same thing. Try to stick with me instead of getting ahead, just in case we lose someone along the way. However, as you are all learning the art of psychology, we do not necessarily care for chemical imbalances as these facts and knowledge have already been recorded... what we are interested in is the personal experiences as there is a huge range. Why do certain people who have certain traits experience the same situation but get affected differently? Is there something in the scientific method that we can use to isolate the exact cause of all these formations of mental disorders? The best we have right now is to focus on the individual, target what their mental condition is and treat the patient appropriately so they can live a normal life just like you and me. Let's look at one example.
Sandy, who has already set up a laptop and connected everything up, looks at the piece of paper and loads up an image.
The crowd laughs at the image but on the screen, most of them familiar with the example.
Ah good... so you are aware of this television series. This particular character in the show is a very hyperactive pony who has two completely different personalities that most Bipolar subjects do: a Maniac and a Depressive side. We won't get into a lot of detail with this example as this is a simple case of a sheltered and simplistic childhood being quickly exposed to an open and chaotic environment where the subject is unable to process it fast enough, therefore creating a second personality to cope with these sudden changes, even going as far as creating new names just like Fred and I have demonstrated. It's very easy to understand but I wanted to get the point across using this example here that Bipolar patients are known to have a Maniac and a Depressive side. However, some are more complex than others...
The next slide on the screen shows up.
A lot of people start talking to each other, coming off as a huge mumble to Kurtesy.
This man is known as Barbosa who wrestles for the same company as I do and in fact, he is the man I will be facing in a Steel cage match with the World Championship on the line this Sunday. But this discussion isn't about wrestling but rather his controversial medical history concerning his Bipolar condition. Why would I pick Barbosa as my main example? Well... it's because I've personally dealt with Barbosa's mind on a number of occasions and I have the sufficient knowledge on this subject. Through my research I've been able to come to the conclusion that Barbosa has more than the two "default" personalities a Bipolar patient would normally have. I've experienced a third side to the equation that possesses determined and aggressive qualities...
A hand of a female is raised from near the front row. Kurtesy allows them to speak.
Would the presence of anger be dangerous for your line of work, considering that if you ask the third personality a question that is very touchy? Wouldn't it just complicate the process as there is a third personality to deal with as well?
Kurtesy ponders for a moment.
It's a personality of his that wants to gain control of the other two "default" personalities and unite under the third personalities banner, so to speak. This is interesting for this patient as we are able to almost have a 'middle man' to speak with to try and figure out what exactly goes on inside the head of Barbosa. It's like destroying a group of people from the inside: use the angry personality to figure out how the maniac and depressive sides work... whilst it can be dangerous work, sometimes we have to dive into the deep so we can make some progress. It sounds immoral to attack someone's psyche like that but if slow movement isn't an option, you're going to have to speed up. I've tried this method previously when my work with the human mind was considered to be very aggressive and extremist, some of which I'm not proud of but pushing forward through Barbosa's brain I've been able to pinpoint how to manipulate him in order to find out what exactly goes on inside.
Another hand raises: this time from someone who is wearing WZCW merchandise. Kurtesy is reluctant to allow him to speak but does so.
Is that why Ty Burna has a grip on Barbosa mentally?
The look on Kurtesy's face suggests that he did not want the discussion to go in this direction.
Well... you could say that I guess. Come to think of it, those who have been known to possess excellent levels of psychology have been able to figure out what makes Barbosa tick... myself, Ty and Hunter Kravinoff as well... that does make a lot of sense... anyway, back to the topic, if we are able to pinpoint what...
The same person's hand goes up. Kurtesy, a little annoyed but keeps a smile on his face, allows it.
The three of you may have been able to manipulate Barbosa but when it comes to a different environment, say a caged setting, none of you have been able to contain Barbosa as his sanity completely snaps. How are you expected to deal with that when the last time you were placed in a caged setting with Barbosa you failed?
We're getting a little off-topic here...
I apologise Professor however you were the one to bring up Barbosa and your personal experiences with the patient so why would it be too hard to answer the question? A cage in professional wrestling or solitary confinement: it's the same feeling in both aspects is it not?
Kurtesy is put off by the question, almost not having an answer.
No. A cage you can escape from where solitary confinement is almost eternal. Trust me, I've self-tested this. However, every time a caged setting has always dawned onto me I've had to take on multiple people at a time, especially with Barbosa as I've had to deal with 5 others. The prime opportunity to use a caged setting to really find out what your patient is like is to have it one on one. There is only one person to think about at all times and that is the other person. You have no distractions around as the walls will keep you safe. If anyone tries to break through, they've got a long way to get inside the safe zone. The only options for those inside is to escape or win the struggle of minds: I don't plan on trying to flee from this as I want to discover whats inside the head of Barbosa and finally finish off my research once and for all with him. I want this to be the last experiment I'd like to test... I'll pin him down or make him submit if I have to but this is going to be the last time. Once I've finished with Barbosa and concluded my research, it will be time for me to finish off another project that I've been working on for years and that's Ty Burna's mental state.
Kurtesy smirk turns into a smile as he is satisfied with the answer. The man in merchandise nods with a smile too.
I can help provide Barbosa with the treatment he needs if he wishes to function normally in society and in this final caged experiment I can show him what I'm capable of doing to him. People like Ty manipulating his mind to exploit him should be considered a crime instead of being "looked down upon." I know there is a Barbosa personality inside his head that wishes to combine all of them together and finally not have worry about the others popping out everywhere at the worst moments like Rudy.
Some of the audience members laugh at the Misfits reference.
If you gain their trust and allow them into your lives, you can make these Bipolar personalities disappear and remove the Chaos from their lives. We don't want to live in a world run by Chaos... we want to live in a world of Harmony and by helping these patients like Barbosa with their mental problems and removing those that exploit them like Ty, we will be able to make a better future.
Thank you for your time.
Kurtesy takes a bow as the audience stands up and applauds the performance of the professor. Kurtesy smiles and waves to the crowd before he goes backstage where Sandy has already made her way to, hugging him as comes back from the curtain.
Not too bad, Professor.
Thanks doctor.
You do realise you weren't just giving them a seminar on Mental disorders, right?
Kurtesy smiles at Sandy and walks off, leaving her to smile as well before she goes back into the auditorium to pack up her things.
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