* Fanatic RP for C08.
(On the Top Of The Rock, in Rockefeller Center, New York City. The place is designed to give grandiose landscape views of New York City in its most sparkly, flashy, glamorous skyline sight, and it doesn't disappoint. The night sky above acts as a cool backdrop to the ambiance of the skyscrapers and bridges along the spectrum of the cityscape. The sky is a deep blue, endless to the known mind. The white stars dotting the sky make it look like a seamlessly woven quilt, one that will never change, never be worn out to its end. Standing, gazing up at the stars, is Fanatic. He dons a royal blue cloak, with the hood presently hanging on the back; the 'infinity' insignia-- the Mark of Fanatic-- woven on the hood, in gold. His mask is a fire-red, with a matching gold Mark embedded on it. He takes a few slow, deep breaths, fully gathering the air in then exhaling it, calmly, before speaking in his mellow tones.)
"Time passes by many .. weakens many .. and merely hinders some. It is fortunate to those who gracefully absorb it, allowing them to find new designs for their life .. new activities to occupy their time .. call them hobbies, or whatnot. For this fortunate group, they transition .. they are able to take joy in many things .. able to allow the joy to fade from their old flames of .. hobbies past, I suppose. And as they age, they will reminisce .. speak of old times and their fond memories of those past times. They will feel .. nostalgia .. and make the best of what their life grants them."
"However, some people are destined to weather the storm of time. They prevail through enticements of life's alternative opportunities .. battle through facets of their current ambitions, which typically would cripple the very passion they possess. For these unfortunate few .. they are slated to continue on .. never finding the end of the road for themselves. They will continue on, perhaps to their own detriment .. until they are extinguished, not by someone else's doing .. but merely from their own passion."
(He pauses, the gold Mark facing directly at us.)
"For the man .. the myth .. the legend .. and for myself, as well .. perhaps we simply never chose a path. Or .. were never presented with the opportunity to choose. I would venture to say .. we are both blessed and cursed."
(He returns his gaze to the sky and the stars.)
"I will not speak for you, Suicide .. I bear no intention of embodying the attitudes of those who have faced you, thus far, since your arrival. However, I have no problem speaking for myself .. as, no one else could really do that task its due."
"I remember .. days believing I would die on the canvas in that facility. It was the strength of that place .. the RingRats Academy .. to drive one to their limit .. and then go on to break it. At that point, one would either extend themselves .. or they would break. It was simple .. effective .. but I was no star pupil. I only played the game as it was meant to be played .. and happened to possess a passion and a will to thrive in such environs."
"But it was an illusion of sorts .. I was never meant to die in that academy. The feeling of fatigue .. thinking back now .. it seems not more than a whine .. a plea for acceptance. Of course, back at that time .. I did not know what I now do .. nor have the ability to withstand far more .. the illusion is that we cannot go further .. but that is hardly the case ..."
"Life rarely gets easier as one develops."
"It is true that I saw you in the Rocky Mountain region, years ago. However, I would be selfish to accept credit for a feat my mentor, from the Land where I was, accomplished. It is true that he did team with the man known only as X .. but I did watch you from the shadows of the rafters. Understand, I could not be known at the time .. it would have been a violation of the Code of the Land. But I was there .. looking back, had I been whole at the time .. it would have been only better to see my mentor of the Land .. facing my mentor from my distant past ..."
"However, as time passed, we did meet in the Land of Legacy .. in the Underground. But time passes like water, and we now find ourselves meeting, once again .. all that time gathering to a point of the present .. when we will meet, opposed ..."
LARRY TACT: "And then all of New Era will see... how the time is only tactful... for the Man With The Fedora Hat to find us."
Walking into view and standing next to Fanatic is his brother, Larry Tact. He wears a simpler and more stylish pair of navy blue SilverTab jeans, ribbed grey shirt, and black nylon Nautica jacket.
"It's been a while, Ulysis. I'll tell you what I wonder. I wonder, what is it the past four years? What is it that Ulysis has found different about me? Is it my hair...?"
He runs his hand over his tied back golden locks.
"Is it my wealth? Do you think it's somehow made me feel beyond reach, less of someone on your level? Speaking of level, maybe it's my ability? The fact that I'm not just an arrogant guy roaming the indies anymore. Now, I've made runs through circuits, beaten some of the very best, and backed up the arrogance with performance that can stand right with that of Suicide?"
He smirks, shaking his head.
"You know, though, at this point you really should know me better, Ulysis. I'm not the type who stays in the same mold for too long. And I take criticisms and people's attacks just the same as I wrestle... like a Champ. And whether it's Chaos claiming superiority, while he needs to force New Era employees to grab his ass... Mister Entertainment proclaiming his New Era must continue, when it's only the equivalent of a fad running its course... or yes, even Suicide, questioning if the Tact Legacy is something my brother and I are both on the same page about.
"Ulysis, I'm not sure whether or not you trust anyone, but I thought you would trust Fanatic to not just be some poser, follower, wannabe. He isn't here to cater to me, or to do what I say. Make no mistake, Fanatic is in the ring each week, and Fanatic is the one who is building up his credentials, and gaining his due. He's taking the steps necessary toward becoming the best New Era recognizes... the World Heavyweight Champion. And I think he's on his way to making a strong case for that, with his banked title shot. This week, he's aiming to gain a second shot, not necessarily because he'll need it, but because it's one more point to strengthen what he is looking to accomplish. It's another step along the path as he works towards that goal."
"And in the process of doing that work, my brother only furthers the Tact Legacy, of which he was born into. See Ulysis, it's not a matter of if we're on the same page. This is in our blood."
"The Tact Legacy is part of us. No matter what happens, all of what we do contributes to it, regardless. And it's what we will eventually pass on, the ultimate gift to all who bear witness to it, and to those who will gain from it after."
"We live and breath the Tact Legacy. It is our lives... and now the time is right... for Suicide to fill the next page we write."
"The battle is certain to be fierce .. it will be one to remember .. and if we still stand in New Era afterward .. it may not be our last confrontation. However, Suicide .. the Tact Legacy we craft, is not a negotiable point. It is solid fact, it is as much what we represent .. as ourselves. It is not something to be invoked and revoked at will .. but is within ourselves."
"It is like the Craze .. the spirit of which cannot be extinguished .. only satiated until the next battle. It is an ongoing force of passion .. and experience .. never ceasing to crave more .. because for my part, I am blessed and cursed .. with the passion for wrestling. The drive to push myself further .. into the next challenge, then beyond it .. always striving to find the next wave to ride. And with it, the Craze will be there .. ready to be given more .. ready to consume ..."
"... all in a blur ..."