MD75: Hell in a Cell - Barbosa vs. Ty Burna

[Ty Burna]

One of the most demonic structures that WZCW has bear witness to is making its return but not on its traditional date of Unscripted. The Owner of WZCW Ty Burna has specifically made this match to occur on Meltdown 75 against a man who has had multiple problems and alliances with the Master of Chaos, Barbosa. Both men have experience in caged matches but Ty is the only person to experience this Celled structure before and knows its wicked ways. Only problem for Ty is nobody truly knows what state of mind Barbosa is in and can change at the drop of a pin.

Deadline is Tuesday, June 26th at 11:59 PM Central Time.​

 

[Барбоса]

*After winning against Chris KO, he had just gone back to the dark spot near the entrance way where Ty had found him during Ascension. There, he remained unmoved as the Chaotic Crucifixion had taken place; unmoved as officials rushed out to aid the dangling KO and Serafina; unmoved as Bowen, SHIT and King make their way through the curtain; unmoved even as Ty Burna reappears.

However, the appearance of the Lord of Chaos does spark something unexpected in him. Without moving from his unseen spot, Barbosa begins to sing…*


Barbosa: "And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear"£

*Ty Burna stops dead in his tracks and turns to stare with some confusion at the peculiar sight of his opponent inside the demonic structure next week, seemingly serenading him. However, as he listens to and understands the lyrics grumbled by the broken superstar, that vague look of confusion is replaced with increasing anger.

As the Lord of Chaos steps forward to contest his implied destruction, Barbosa finally moves. Turning his head, with a slight hint of a knowing smile, he turns his gaze on the fiery eyes of his approaching opponent. For a few brief moments, the two are locked in an unbreakable stare, nary a word nor a move made between them.*

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Where the hell did that come from?

He had not sung in anyway shape or form since… since… He did not even know when.

And yet he chose now to break that streak when face to face with the owner of WZCW, his next opponent?

Perhaps there was something of a pattern emerging for it appeared that only Ty Burna was capable of illiciting any sort of reaction from him since Kingdom Come.

The offer backstage prior to his match with Chris KO had been answered with more animation than anything since the authorities had forcibily ended his solo game of chicken with the traffic of Dallas. Even hearing Ty's voice outside the limousine just after his release had sparked something in him.

However, aside from those direct interactions with Ty Burna, outside of the ring there had been nothing. No reaction to anything.

Even now sitting in his usual dark place, surely he should be happy, ecstatic even, being safe in the knowledge that the match that he had wanted since Ty Burna had fluked his way to victory at Lethal Lottery III was just mere days away - inside Hell in a Cell no less.

Yet, instead, he felt nothing.

Was it because that after wanting it for so long, now that he had it, he did not want it anymore?

Was it because he knew that Ty Burna, as perhaps the greatest competitor in WZCW history, a reputation that was somehow enhanced inside the Cell, was going to provide him with the toughest test of his career?

Was it because he knew that on Meltdown, even with those tons of twisted metal enclosing them and the door locked tight, Ty Burna would have some plan to make sure that the Apostles or anyone else would be able to interfere?

No, he felt nothing at getting what he wanted; nothing at the challenge ahead and nothing about the potential damage he was facing because that was all he ever felt anymore.

Nothing.

It was a peculiar feeling. It enabled him to brutalise the likes of Black Dragon and Chris KO without much effort but at the same time he felt as though he should be worried about what had happened to him.

Was this a mental unification? Had the strain of Kingdom Come forced the anger, manic depression, coldness and catatonia to coalesce into one?

Whatever had happened, did it mean he still himself? Was this the way that Barbosa had been before his psyche had shattered all those years ago?

He did not know.

He was not even sure that it matter.

He was not even sure that he cared.

One thing was for certain though: he would make sure that Ty Burna cared. He would make sure that Ty Burna was scared… again.

Ty had dodged him for months since that encounter at Lethal Lottery two, even going as far as to lose the WZCW World Heavyweight Title less than an hour after he had finally secured sole ownership of the KFAD contract and a guaranteed shot at the Harbinger of Chaos.

Then he had continually attempted to manipulate him into doing his bidding. Look how that had turned out for him at the last Lethal Lottery. Apostles had flown and Lord Burna had shown fear; fear compounded by Barbosa standing up from a Consecrated Banishment.

But with all that had gone on before, now that it was his choice to face Barbosa, why had Ty Burna decided that now was the time?

Was it because Ty felt his complete control meant he could manipulate the match to his liking?

Perhaps Ty saw the impassive state to which he had fallen since Kingdom Come as a less threatening one than the emotional monster that had stampeded all over him and his Apostles during the Lottery.

But then it was only mere weeks since he had butchered the dominant Eur-Asian Champion and only moments since he crushed Ty's erstwhile protégé. Surely that proved that the Harbinger of Chaos still had more than enough to fear from Barbosa physically?

Mentally, though, was anyone's guess.

Regardless of his past categorisations of Ty as a faux warlock who relied on cheap parlour tricks and a board game invented in the 50s to befuddle his opponents, Ty was a shrewd operator; one who had used his tricks to ensnare ignorant souls into following his every whim and, perhaps even more expertly, to manoeuvre and manipulate even his staunchest foes into working for him; a machination that Barbosa himself had found himself in at Kingdom Come.

However, how could the Harbinger of Chaos hope to influence or manipulate a Barbosa without any hopes, dreams or feelings?

Barbosa did not know, for he knew nothing….

The Cell would decide.

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*That seemingly unbreakable stare is broken by the commotion of Apostles returning for their master and the EMTS and officials bringing the striken KO and distraught Serafina backstage.

Not wanting to get caught up in the throng, Ty gives something of a smirk before turning away with a flourish. However, his confident stride is somewhat checked as Barbosa repeats the last refrain.*

Barbosa: And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear."£

*Despite being perturbed or probably just more annoyed by the seeming musical insolence of Barbosa, Ty does not turn to face his opponent again, instead stomping off to plan his next move.

With Ty gone, Barbosa settles back down into his lonesome, darken spot to await the pain, suffering and joy of Hell in a Cell.*

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Spoiler

**Credit to GRR Martin for the lyrics to "The Rains of Castamere" and to The National for their performance.**

 

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Ty has been given an 24hr extension

 

[Ty Burna]

Ty: It's become clear that the Harbinger has lost his mind. First he crucifies his own right hand man, and then books himself in a Hell in a Cell match with nothing on the line. His fatalist mentality has become the undoing of all around him.

The scene comes into focus, revealing the blinded Ty still staked to the Chaos Symbol. His head remains lowered to his chest, but suddenly a still image of Chris K.O. in the same position from Ascension flashes across the screen in black and white. The camera rotates around the symbol before focusing in on the blinded man, his head rising slightly as he stares out into space.

Ty: This Chris K.O., he appears to be the only hope for my return to the physical realm, the only way for me to reclaim control of my mind. The Harbinger will fa...

Suddenly an innocuous laughter can be heard echoing throughout the blackened environment. The blind man struggles to lift his head as the darkness seems to shift and split, allowing a figure to walk through into the area. The figure is dressed in all black, his raven locks dropping down around his shoulders. Only his hands can be seen at this moment, his fingers contorting and curling, causing his knuckles to crack. The camera moves up and to the side, revealing the current Ty, or rather, the Harbinger standing tall in front of the blind man. A wicked smirk forms on the Harbinger's face as his hand slowly raises and wraps around the blind man's neck and shoves his head back right into the symbol. The blind man cries out in pain as the Harbinger continues to smirk, his eyes flashing a dangerous shade of red as he stares down at his helpless victim. The blind man tries to speak out, but nothing escapes as the Harbinger continues to throttle him, the Harbinger's voice ringing out with venom.

Harbinger: There is no hope for you pathetic fool. There is nothing to save. What was once here, has become broken and diminutive, a shell of it's former self. You once fought so valiantly to save yourself, and now look at you, nothing more then a rag doll for me to toss around. It's no wonder you weren't able to save Anthony that night.

The blind man's disposition suddenly changes, a look of rage flashing across his face as he let's out a blood curdling yell. The darkness surrounding him briefly pulls back before pressing forward, knocking the Harbinger away from him. The Harbinger slides backwards, though not a look of surprise or fear crosses his face as he stands squarely in front of the man.

Harbinger: Such a temper Tyrone. Is that why you struck down your best friend? Or was it mere jealousy that Arianna was leaning towards Anthony rather then you?

Ty: You......you're the cause of all of our pain!

Harbinger: Is that so? That is certainly a revisionist history you have there. From what I recall, you begged for me to release from the Scroll and save you from the impending fate you found yourself. Perhaps you would recall that you were to become nothing more then a sacrifice for a worthless ritual. A strong spirit only hampered by a weak fragile body. The moment you received the power of Chaos, you went on a rampage, and your supposed friend became your first target, soon his blood was on your hands Tyrone, not mine!

Ty: I begged you to spare him, I offered all I could to Chaos, and that is how you repaid me, by caging me up, and slowly sapping my soul dry before making me watch my friend be slaughtered by my own hands.

The Harbinger throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing throughout the area once again. He brings his head forward and walks up, pressing the blind man's head against the symbol once more.

Harbinger: It was beautiful wasn't it? Your deepest darkest desires soon revealed and brought to fruition. Who knew what disdain you had for the only person you could trust to be your partner? The sorrow surrounding you after that realization was a delicious morsel of suffering, one that I have savored ever since Tyrone.

The Harbinger releases his hold and walks around the symbol, the symbol rotating along with his movements so the Harbinger's gaze doesn't leave the blind man's. The blind man's sudden eruption in emotion seems to have dissipated, his body going limp once again against the symbol.

Harbinger: Look at you, is that all the fight you had left in you, enough to knock me back a couple steps? You are nothing compared to the ultimate force in Chaos, and you will never be a threat. Just as Chris K.O. is no threat, neither is your precious Arianna. Her mind will become mine once more Tyrone, Chris may have broken the hold I had over her, but what is stopping me from simply taking control once again?

Ty: Because Christopher's strength is your weakness Harbinger. His resolve and conviction are greater then your own. All you have done is create the very monster you have feared rising the past number of years. How does it feel to be the one to begin your very demise?

The Harbinger's wicked smile dissipates, a nerve being struck could almost be seen physically if it were capable. The Harbinger looks away for a moment before turning and delivering a devastating blow to the midsection, causing the blind man to lurch forward, the breath getting knocked out of him. He begins coughing as the Harbinger backs up, blood escaping the blind man's mouth from the strike.

Harbinger: Christopher is of no concern of mine. The Apostles will end him on Ascension, and your one small minute hope will be dashed before it ever gets a chance to challenge me. Do you understand me Tyrone? You are only alive because I need your soul to inhabit this body, but that doesn't mean the torture you live through will come to an end. No, it is your misery and suffering that powers the Chaos the most, the brightest flame within the growing number of torches joining the Chaos. Once you are no longer worthwhile Tyrone, you will be discarded like the trash you are.

The Harbinger turns and walks away from the symbol, the darkness seemingly shifting and folding over to allow him through. He stops midway and stares back at the blind man briefly who has become unconscious, blood dropping from the corner of his mouth. The Harbinger turns and disappears into the darkness, the camera focusing on the blind man. Slowly the blind lifts his head, a weak smile forming on his face. His eyes turn completely black as he suddenly yells out, his right arm coming free from the bindings holding to the symbol. Pain rushes through his arm and body, his breathing becoming ragged as he slowly reaches up and pulls away the binding on his other arm. Soon his legs are free and the blind man drops down to the ground onto his hands and knees, unable to support himself. He slowly reaches out into the darkness as the screen goes black briefly. The feed comes to a different scene, this time in the physical realm as Ty stands in the ring, the Hell in a Cell surrounding the ring. Ty's head is lowered, his hands behind his back.

Ty: You may be wondering Barbosa why I would willing setup a Hell in a Cell match against you. It is quite simple, this game of allies and enemies we have been playing must come to an end. While entertaining for awhile it has become nothing more then a thorn in my side. You have wanted to face me one on one for nearly a year now, your ego and pride damaged heavily by the fact I defeated you so soundly at Lethal Lottery III. Even with Gordito at his utmost prime you were swatted away with ease. What makes you believe it to be any different this time around, let alone in the match I made famous?

Ty slowly raises his headed staring right through the chain link fencing surrounding him. He raises his hands and he levitates up and over the ring ropes, landing directly in front of the Cell's door. He reaches out and wraps his fingers around the chain link, his eyes narrowing as the red glow from his eyes intensifies.

Ty: It truly is a shame Barbosa, one with your talents with my natural ability to lead and direct, we would have become unstoppable. Instead you have been reduced to being nothing more then a forced hitman for those that believe themselves to be a legitimate threat to my absolute power over WZCW. Nothing more then fodder to others. Even your World Title reign proved to be nothing more then a transition state until Steven Kurtesy defeated you not once, but twice. But you ask why, why would I willingly put myself out of reach of my Apostles? It is simple Barbosa, I am the greatest warrior in this damn company. I have defeated nearly every person worth note to ever hold the World Heavyweight Title, and most importantly, I have defeated you. I forced you to watch on as I pinned Gordito, dashing your initial hopes to hold the World Title. The people may believe you to be a dangerous threat to me, but even you show fear and hesitation at the mention of the Cell. This is the very essence of my realm Barbosa, the very realm that you simply cannot stand up to me in. You wanted this match so bad, and now you will get what you wanted, the utter destruction that I should have delivered upon you much much sooner then now. It matter not now though, once you have been slain and Chris K.O. subdued, there will be no hope, no chance of an uprising against my power. I have the deck stacked in my favor, and soon you will realize the house always wins in my card game Barbosa.

Ty slowly places his forehead against the chain link, his eyes closing briefly as he seemingly listens to a heart beat that truly isn't there. The very essence and aura of the Cell seems to react to Ty's thoughts and being. Ty suddenly opens his eyes and purposely rakes his forehead against the chain link, causing himself to be cut open. The blood immediately begins dripping down his forehead and face, his hand opening as the red droplets collect in his palm. He stares down at the blood, an evil smile forming on his face. The smile suddenly turns maniacal as he brings his hand forward, wiping the blood in his palm all over the chain link. He presses his forehead against the chain link again, the blood dropping down onto the metal.

Ty: The very concept of this match is to create everything that I relish, everything that the Chaos thrives on. Feed the Chaos Barbosa, your tears and suffering will be the feast Chaos has demanded. You will become the sacrifice you should have become so long ago. I have shed the blood of others and myself in this very Cell Barbosa. And come Meltdown, your blood will join theirs and mine in the eternal struggle in my own Hell!

The camera zooms out and the scene fades to black. Suddenly it cuts to the darkened room from earlier, the blind man stretched out on the ground, his eyes closed as he has passed out from the pain. Just mere inches from his fingertips is the blade he hid previously, the one weapon to strike down the nightmare, and bring his soul back into the light.