Fade in: to a park during the day, as the sun shines amongst some clouds. Larry Tact is seen jogging towards the cameraman, but slows and then stops, inhaling air in deep breaths. He spots a bench nearby, and so goes and sits down on it. He is dressed in blue/white patterned sneakers, black workout pants -- with a blue stripe down the outer portion of either leg -- a sleeveless blue shirt, and a blue/green bandanna. His arms, neck, and face glisten from perspiration. Tact takes off the bandanna and runs a hand through his bleach blonde hair; a little flat after having the accessory on it.
Tact: I get the feeling I'm going to have to repeat myself fairly often. Because when I say something, it seems almost nobody listens. That's okay, though...not my problem when people start finding out the truth in my words, the hard way. This time I speak out because Jared Justice -- or the collective that is Jared Justice -- claims that I could not beat Jean Rabesque. Yet, I've already made it clear that I could not care less what anyone thinks of me around here. I don't care what the boys say, or how the fans feel towards me. As far as I'm concerned, whether it's good or bad, it's all bull****. All of the opinions, the feelings about me, it's complete and utter crap; a real farce for the analysts to pick apart. I'll continue to point this out, again, not because I care of what people say, but so they will have a perfectly clear understanding of what I am about. Taking lots on Jean Rabesque versus Larry Tact, while amusing, doesn't do anything. Ultimately, what happens in the ring is what people will remember.
Tact leans back on the bench, his arms extending on and along the top of it. He looks up at the sky, deep voice sounding like he's half there, half lost in his thoughts.
Tact: My GLCW debut, and most recent, match is a fine example of this. Nemesis and I? We stole the show, just as Ellis predicted. He put on a show 'for the fans,' and I just put on a show for the students of this class. Nearly a third of an hour, almost twenty minutes, is how long we went at it. There was nobody who could touch us on that night, because we really were on a whole other level. And even though I don't trust or believe him, I have to give Nemesis some respect. I've said it before...a match like that is not something that can happen with just any two people. We use a good challenge as our breakfast on the morning of a match. We wash it down with the remembrance of our preparation for facing the challenge. Our past battles adds fuel to the burning fire, ready to be unleashed from within. So when the time comes to step into the squared-circle, we're so jacked to face that challenge, it causes adrenaline overload. Then we go crazy in the ring -- not Jared Justice crazy, but a crazy that only talented wrestlers can feel -- and put on a showcase of wrestling. The GLCW should take the content of that match as a statement, because it oozed talent. The end result of the match has personal meaning, but not much in terms of the GLCW. Because when two guys at the high level of Nemesis and Larry Tact go at it, the outcome will most likely result from a very slim turn of events. A razor thin margin divides one from beating the other. 'Dominance' is not something that is seen in such a matchup.
Tact pauses, still staring up at the sky, and a smile creeps its way onto his face.
Tact: Matches like that one in Hammond are possibly the only situation where a strap would have relevance to me. Maybe. Because it's a sign of who was just that little bit better the last time, and whether that same person can do it again the next time they go at it. In that case, the title would be symbolic, and also hold a personal meaning. But everyone knows the deal with titles. They aren't just for the elite to have matches with. Eventually you'd have to defend against some imbecile like Jared Justice, who doesn't deserve a place in such thoughts, because he is not of the same dedication and level. He does not make meals of challenges...gain the same exhilaration from it. He'd rather go burn something for his kicks. However, I think I might have to test his theory that says ten girls in one night would not produce a similar exhilaration. Hmm....that'd need to be tested in the field. A 'case study' if you will. But Justice, he's like one of the fans. Many of the wrestlers around are. They don't get the same feeling a true wrestler gets from a real challenge, much less any match. They all just suck off of people who do feel the rush running through their veins, sending surges through them. People like me. People who have such drive, it allows them to say, "I'm going to do whatever it takes to win" and then follow through against almost everyone. Of course, when those people are put against each other, only one can come out on top. But I can't stand those people who try to be parasites, and leech off the drive of those superior, to try and 'inspire' them. They're just like fans. They're posers. I mean to weed out the posers, or make them into the real thing. Call it a goal I have here.
Tact snaps back into focus, and stands again. The camera zooms to show Tact from the shoulders up, as he glares, deadpan, at the camera.
Tact: Those who want to elevate their games, rather than feed off of others and use this industry to fill their pockets? Watch my during my matches, as I set precedent after precedent, and be tactilized. Those who infest this promotion, and industry, with their parasitic and greedy ways? Beware of my presence, because I will weed you out, and humble you.
Tact jogs off, and soon increases to a run as he follows the park's path, beginning another set of laps. Fade out.
Tact: I get the feeling I'm going to have to repeat myself fairly often. Because when I say something, it seems almost nobody listens. That's okay, though...not my problem when people start finding out the truth in my words, the hard way. This time I speak out because Jared Justice -- or the collective that is Jared Justice -- claims that I could not beat Jean Rabesque. Yet, I've already made it clear that I could not care less what anyone thinks of me around here. I don't care what the boys say, or how the fans feel towards me. As far as I'm concerned, whether it's good or bad, it's all bull****. All of the opinions, the feelings about me, it's complete and utter crap; a real farce for the analysts to pick apart. I'll continue to point this out, again, not because I care of what people say, but so they will have a perfectly clear understanding of what I am about. Taking lots on Jean Rabesque versus Larry Tact, while amusing, doesn't do anything. Ultimately, what happens in the ring is what people will remember.
Tact leans back on the bench, his arms extending on and along the top of it. He looks up at the sky, deep voice sounding like he's half there, half lost in his thoughts.
Tact: My GLCW debut, and most recent, match is a fine example of this. Nemesis and I? We stole the show, just as Ellis predicted. He put on a show 'for the fans,' and I just put on a show for the students of this class. Nearly a third of an hour, almost twenty minutes, is how long we went at it. There was nobody who could touch us on that night, because we really were on a whole other level. And even though I don't trust or believe him, I have to give Nemesis some respect. I've said it before...a match like that is not something that can happen with just any two people. We use a good challenge as our breakfast on the morning of a match. We wash it down with the remembrance of our preparation for facing the challenge. Our past battles adds fuel to the burning fire, ready to be unleashed from within. So when the time comes to step into the squared-circle, we're so jacked to face that challenge, it causes adrenaline overload. Then we go crazy in the ring -- not Jared Justice crazy, but a crazy that only talented wrestlers can feel -- and put on a showcase of wrestling. The GLCW should take the content of that match as a statement, because it oozed talent. The end result of the match has personal meaning, but not much in terms of the GLCW. Because when two guys at the high level of Nemesis and Larry Tact go at it, the outcome will most likely result from a very slim turn of events. A razor thin margin divides one from beating the other. 'Dominance' is not something that is seen in such a matchup.
Tact pauses, still staring up at the sky, and a smile creeps its way onto his face.
Tact: Matches like that one in Hammond are possibly the only situation where a strap would have relevance to me. Maybe. Because it's a sign of who was just that little bit better the last time, and whether that same person can do it again the next time they go at it. In that case, the title would be symbolic, and also hold a personal meaning. But everyone knows the deal with titles. They aren't just for the elite to have matches with. Eventually you'd have to defend against some imbecile like Jared Justice, who doesn't deserve a place in such thoughts, because he is not of the same dedication and level. He does not make meals of challenges...gain the same exhilaration from it. He'd rather go burn something for his kicks. However, I think I might have to test his theory that says ten girls in one night would not produce a similar exhilaration. Hmm....that'd need to be tested in the field. A 'case study' if you will. But Justice, he's like one of the fans. Many of the wrestlers around are. They don't get the same feeling a true wrestler gets from a real challenge, much less any match. They all just suck off of people who do feel the rush running through their veins, sending surges through them. People like me. People who have such drive, it allows them to say, "I'm going to do whatever it takes to win" and then follow through against almost everyone. Of course, when those people are put against each other, only one can come out on top. But I can't stand those people who try to be parasites, and leech off the drive of those superior, to try and 'inspire' them. They're just like fans. They're posers. I mean to weed out the posers, or make them into the real thing. Call it a goal I have here.
Tact snaps back into focus, and stands again. The camera zooms to show Tact from the shoulders up, as he glares, deadpan, at the camera.
Tact: Those who want to elevate their games, rather than feed off of others and use this industry to fill their pockets? Watch my during my matches, as I set precedent after precedent, and be tactilized. Those who infest this promotion, and industry, with their parasitic and greedy ways? Beware of my presence, because I will weed you out, and humble you.
Tact jogs off, and soon increases to a run as he follows the park's path, beginning another set of laps. Fade out.