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Larry Tact vs. Jarod Poe
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Reflection: Evolution....
Fade in: to inside of an arena. A ring has been set up, although the stands are empty in this undisclosed building. Only a few spotlights are on, and they shine down on the ring, where standing in it is Larry Tact. Tact has on stonewashed, baggy blue jeans, an open metallic silver shirt, black boots and fingerless gloves. His bleach blonde hair is hanging down on his head in thick spikes, with the spotlight adding to its sheen and luster. Tact is sitting in the ring, cross-legged, and the camera focuses on him; his olive green eyes staring right back, his face relaxed.
Tact: There's no doubt what has happened over the past several months. It's a glorious thing, really. To recap...when I arrived in GLCW, it was my return from a ten month absence. Even after all that time, though, the memory of what drove me out was all too fresh in my mind. I wanted to purge the system, or at least wherever I was in it, of the filth that eroded wrestling at its roots. I seeked to purify wrestling, and bring it back to the 'sport' it was always intended to be, before 'entertainment' flooded it like pollution into a water filtration system. In one of my first matches back, I had to settle for a win by disqualification, due to the sheer instability and lack of care for wrestling displayed by Jared Justice. Then...my match with Cannonball Kidd, in which the match was thrown out due to mass interference. One of the interferers was Jared Wells, with whom I had a Pay-Per-View match with. Despite the fact I lost the match, what really bothers me is that which has come afterwards. Nothing. I have been kept out of the ring since Ringlords. And yes, I did sustain some injuries that required healing, but the GLCW and I both know full well that isn't why I have been kept off of television.
Tact pauses and a frown spreads across his face as he continues.
Tact: No....the reason I have been kept off of GLCW TV, save for my one chance to speak, is because of my attitude. It is because I am not one to sit back and take crap from other wrestlers, or from management. Nobody was punished for their interference or totally unnecessary actions during my matches. Not Jared Justice; he was placed into War Games! Not Jared Wells...he was slotted right into the number one contender's battle royal. In fact, the only one who seems to have been punished through all of this....is me. I have been kept off of television; not Justice, not Wells. But is it any coincidence that those two are just a couple of 'go-with-the-flow' guys? They don't say anything out of line, they don't dare say anything that management would deem 'inappropriate.' They're practically 'yes-men.' But I'm not, and no matter how much resentment certain people in management may have towards me....no matter how outspoken they are about my segments....I remain. Now I'm back on television. I do apologize for this brief rant, however, but it is not anything more than what management deserves for listening to those select people who try to keep me away. I am only stating facts. And indeed, there is another fact that needs to be pointed out immediately.....
Tact's frown fades away, though he still looks sternly at the camera.
Tact: If one good thing can be said of GLCW, it is that the strong do survive, and not much else does. Things change...they evolve...and every single person must learn and adapt at some point. If they do not, they will only fall further in the ranks, until eventually they might just fall right out of GLCW. I have learned plenty in my time here thus far, and since Ringlords I have gone through some adaptation. As stated, I have been very outspoken about wanting to cleanse the GLCW of non-wrestling savvy competiters. I said that I was not concerned with winning the Great Lakes Heavyweight Title, and even went as far as saying that I did not want a match with Maelstrom, as long as he still holds that belt. Well after Ringlords, and the following Riptide, I have decided to make some slight adjustments. I am, of course, still looking to make the wrestling product here as good as it can be. I still do not want anything but the best competition thrown my way, and for the rest to be purged from this promotion. However, there has been an increase in the quality of the product. The roster has improved over the past several months. And really, the best way I can continue to improve GLCW is through my matches, and my opponents. Then again, there are a few...other ways to help, but that has to do more with the purging than directly helping the quality of what goes on in the ring. At Riptide, though, I will get a chance that I have been waiting for. I will find myself across the ring with Jarod Poe once again.
Tact's eyes narrow and he grins, nodding a couple times.
Tact: Yes, finally I will be given a chance to rectify one of my mistakes. We all have and will make mistakes, obviously. After all, we are only human beings. We are not meant to be flawless, or else life itself would be simple...utopian. Furthermore, competition would be nonexistant if everyone were free of flaw. Poe....you and I know that well. Because the last time we met? I suffered from a flaw...a flaw of tactic. I allowed you to take me off my guard, before the match. I allowed you to draw me into a back-and-forth so obscene and uncharacteristic of me, it became incredible. And to add insult, it had to do with wrestling. Naturally, I can get caught up in wrestling discussions, but I admit that time we spent was time wasted. It was nothing short of ridiculous...much like some of the selections in this year's Major League All-Star Game. So that took me off my in-ring game, to an extent, though even still, it took a slight error of movement and a lucky break for you to win. Your knee and my head do not collide nine time out of ten, Poe. So don't think I am detered by a sole loss to you by such means.
Tact ceases to smile as he goes on.
Tact: I noticed you just recently lost your Television Title. It must be angering, to see Stephen Morgan have that belt in his possession. Or have you gotten past it already? Do you believe you are beyond that belt, after 'all you did with it,' and however long it was you held it? Would you be so arrogant? Either way, I'm sure it doesn't please you to have lost in the way you did. I would venture to think you want to take that anger festering in you now, thanks to Morgan...and use it on me. Turn it towards 'unleashing' on me, at Riptide. Is that somewhere in the ballpark? It better be...because that's what you're headed into. You see...maybe it was because your name is Jarod, and that sounds somewhat like Jared, in which there are two in GLCW, neither of which I see as possessing a whole lot of real wrestling ability. Whether that's it or not, I didn't see you beating me, Poe. You were not a foreseen obstacle. But things happened differently, and I have had to adjust myself accordingly. Still, I do not just take losses. I move on, yes...but I do not forget. I haven't forgotten that match, and I haven't forgotten how much it angered me. At Riptide, though...I will see the outlet for my anger. Whereas you may not wait to let out your frustrations, I will not have to wait any longer to relieve mine. The last time we met was only a prelude to our story, Jarod Poe. We still have much to tell, much to change...and it will begin with my rectifying that which should not have come about, in a ring just like this.
Tact stands up and holds out his arms.
Tact: I don't look for anyone, especially you, Poe, to see excuses in my words. Nor do I have a shred of denial. I know what happened, and I have no need for excuses or denial, because I look for no pity, and no sympathy. Concerning you and I, Poe, I only look for one thing. Retribution. My retribution will come with this match. It may not be the last salvo fired between us, but this time it will be mine hitting you in the end. And that....
Tact crosses his arms and smiles wide.
Tact: will be simply...tactilizing.
Fade out.[/b]
Fade in: to inside of an arena. A ring has been set up, although the stands are empty in this undisclosed building. Only a few spotlights are on, and they shine down on the ring, where standing in it is Larry Tact. Tact has on stonewashed, baggy blue jeans, an open metallic silver shirt, black boots and fingerless gloves. His bleach blonde hair is hanging down on his head in thick spikes, with the spotlight adding to its sheen and luster. Tact is sitting in the ring, cross-legged, and the camera focuses on him; his olive green eyes staring right back, his face relaxed.
Tact: There's no doubt what has happened over the past several months. It's a glorious thing, really. To recap...when I arrived in GLCW, it was my return from a ten month absence. Even after all that time, though, the memory of what drove me out was all too fresh in my mind. I wanted to purge the system, or at least wherever I was in it, of the filth that eroded wrestling at its roots. I seeked to purify wrestling, and bring it back to the 'sport' it was always intended to be, before 'entertainment' flooded it like pollution into a water filtration system. In one of my first matches back, I had to settle for a win by disqualification, due to the sheer instability and lack of care for wrestling displayed by Jared Justice. Then...my match with Cannonball Kidd, in which the match was thrown out due to mass interference. One of the interferers was Jared Wells, with whom I had a Pay-Per-View match with. Despite the fact I lost the match, what really bothers me is that which has come afterwards. Nothing. I have been kept out of the ring since Ringlords. And yes, I did sustain some injuries that required healing, but the GLCW and I both know full well that isn't why I have been kept off of television.
Tact pauses and a frown spreads across his face as he continues.
Tact: No....the reason I have been kept off of GLCW TV, save for my one chance to speak, is because of my attitude. It is because I am not one to sit back and take crap from other wrestlers, or from management. Nobody was punished for their interference or totally unnecessary actions during my matches. Not Jared Justice; he was placed into War Games! Not Jared Wells...he was slotted right into the number one contender's battle royal. In fact, the only one who seems to have been punished through all of this....is me. I have been kept off of television; not Justice, not Wells. But is it any coincidence that those two are just a couple of 'go-with-the-flow' guys? They don't say anything out of line, they don't dare say anything that management would deem 'inappropriate.' They're practically 'yes-men.' But I'm not, and no matter how much resentment certain people in management may have towards me....no matter how outspoken they are about my segments....I remain. Now I'm back on television. I do apologize for this brief rant, however, but it is not anything more than what management deserves for listening to those select people who try to keep me away. I am only stating facts. And indeed, there is another fact that needs to be pointed out immediately.....
Tact's frown fades away, though he still looks sternly at the camera.
Tact: If one good thing can be said of GLCW, it is that the strong do survive, and not much else does. Things change...they evolve...and every single person must learn and adapt at some point. If they do not, they will only fall further in the ranks, until eventually they might just fall right out of GLCW. I have learned plenty in my time here thus far, and since Ringlords I have gone through some adaptation. As stated, I have been very outspoken about wanting to cleanse the GLCW of non-wrestling savvy competiters. I said that I was not concerned with winning the Great Lakes Heavyweight Title, and even went as far as saying that I did not want a match with Maelstrom, as long as he still holds that belt. Well after Ringlords, and the following Riptide, I have decided to make some slight adjustments. I am, of course, still looking to make the wrestling product here as good as it can be. I still do not want anything but the best competition thrown my way, and for the rest to be purged from this promotion. However, there has been an increase in the quality of the product. The roster has improved over the past several months. And really, the best way I can continue to improve GLCW is through my matches, and my opponents. Then again, there are a few...other ways to help, but that has to do more with the purging than directly helping the quality of what goes on in the ring. At Riptide, though, I will get a chance that I have been waiting for. I will find myself across the ring with Jarod Poe once again.
Tact's eyes narrow and he grins, nodding a couple times.
Tact: Yes, finally I will be given a chance to rectify one of my mistakes. We all have and will make mistakes, obviously. After all, we are only human beings. We are not meant to be flawless, or else life itself would be simple...utopian. Furthermore, competition would be nonexistant if everyone were free of flaw. Poe....you and I know that well. Because the last time we met? I suffered from a flaw...a flaw of tactic. I allowed you to take me off my guard, before the match. I allowed you to draw me into a back-and-forth so obscene and uncharacteristic of me, it became incredible. And to add insult, it had to do with wrestling. Naturally, I can get caught up in wrestling discussions, but I admit that time we spent was time wasted. It was nothing short of ridiculous...much like some of the selections in this year's Major League All-Star Game. So that took me off my in-ring game, to an extent, though even still, it took a slight error of movement and a lucky break for you to win. Your knee and my head do not collide nine time out of ten, Poe. So don't think I am detered by a sole loss to you by such means.
Tact ceases to smile as he goes on.
Tact: I noticed you just recently lost your Television Title. It must be angering, to see Stephen Morgan have that belt in his possession. Or have you gotten past it already? Do you believe you are beyond that belt, after 'all you did with it,' and however long it was you held it? Would you be so arrogant? Either way, I'm sure it doesn't please you to have lost in the way you did. I would venture to think you want to take that anger festering in you now, thanks to Morgan...and use it on me. Turn it towards 'unleashing' on me, at Riptide. Is that somewhere in the ballpark? It better be...because that's what you're headed into. You see...maybe it was because your name is Jarod, and that sounds somewhat like Jared, in which there are two in GLCW, neither of which I see as possessing a whole lot of real wrestling ability. Whether that's it or not, I didn't see you beating me, Poe. You were not a foreseen obstacle. But things happened differently, and I have had to adjust myself accordingly. Still, I do not just take losses. I move on, yes...but I do not forget. I haven't forgotten that match, and I haven't forgotten how much it angered me. At Riptide, though...I will see the outlet for my anger. Whereas you may not wait to let out your frustrations, I will not have to wait any longer to relieve mine. The last time we met was only a prelude to our story, Jarod Poe. We still have much to tell, much to change...and it will begin with my rectifying that which should not have come about, in a ring just like this.
Tact stands up and holds out his arms.
Tact: I don't look for anyone, especially you, Poe, to see excuses in my words. Nor do I have a shred of denial. I know what happened, and I have no need for excuses or denial, because I look for no pity, and no sympathy. Concerning you and I, Poe, I only look for one thing. Retribution. My retribution will come with this match. It may not be the last salvo fired between us, but this time it will be mine hitting you in the end. And that....
Tact crosses his arms and smiles wide.
Tact: will be simply...tactilizing.
Fade out.[/b]
Reflection: Evolution....Anger..Defeat
OORP: Jeff, sorry I took so long to reply, but I'm stil having problems with my DSL access
(the camera opens inside Detroit Iron Works. Jarod Poe stands looking out the window of the gym as the hot sun beats down upon the city. It's a blazing hot day and every tall steel building just cooks the city like a frying pan. He's escaped to the air conditioned gym, not to workout, it's a much too public place and time for that. No he stands there with a look of determintation as his eyes scan the racks of iron operated by every muscle man in the city. It's Prime time at the Iron Works. Mid-day when the very best come out to train and put on a display of lifting prowess. With all that's gone on lately it's time for Jarod to maybe require some back-up. A good soldier plans, a very good soldier prepares and the elite well the elite always have thier backs covered. Jarod needs some cover. from a distance Jarod spies a heavy load upon the benchpress and a smile creeps upon his face. It's been along time since they meet in the dojo, but then again Jarod as always been the kind of guy that leaves a good impression)
(taking his time he leans back agaist the wall and looks into the camera)
Poe: (smiles) Well here I stand back tot he wall and I must say it's more then just figuretivly. The past two cards have not gone my way. I knew succes would lead to attention. It's just in people's nature. They see someone with something they want and they'll try and goto any length in order to take it away. Well that's what has happened. Others grew green with envy and TOOK what I earned so hard. First ti was Steven Morgan. (spits) A man who could not face me in the ring. He found the challenge left him looking less then stupendeous, in fact it left him looking quite stupid. So Steven took the only way he could to defeat me. He cheated am I mad...(smiles)...yes I am. Do I have revenge in mind? Oh yes...yes I have revenge in mind, but Steven Morgan is not alone there. No he's not quite at the top of my list. That spot is left for The man with a Message. It seems all that I said was true. In the end there was NO message. There was no help for me...In fact it was he that needed help. I left him out COLD in the ring. A victim on not only the "Sudden Impact", but he felt "The Fading Light" as well. there he was left for dead in the ring, but all was for not. that's when cowardness and jealousy struck again. I hate cowards...I hate cheaters...I ahte these men and a retribution is called for. God might forgive them for they know not better, but me..."The Torture King" does not forget. I will punish them...I will have someone to watch my back...I will get show them that I am not a man to trifle with. the poor souls they know not what they have done.
(Jarod let's loose a sinister laugh, but does not move from where he stands)
Poe: However I am distracted from my master plan. The GLCW has provided me with a small obstacle. It seems once more I have been saddled with you Larry Tact. Once wasn't enough...twice still not good...no it is yet a third time we meet in the ring. One has to wonder when will the search for retribution become a quest to just stop the emberassment of defeat. After all in our first meeting I proved I could wrestle you hold for hold. Then once before you came fro retribution and what happened Larry? Well I left you stunned on the mat, holding you head the next day still suffering the efFects of "The Fading Light" Tell me something Larry...how did it feel when I dropped you on your head and left you out cold in the middle of that ring. Did it leave you hungry for more or senseless you get yet one more beating. I fail to see what can be proved by getting in the ring with you once more. Are you shooting for best of five?, because three is not your number.you yourself have claimed you wanted to purify this sport. relieve it of the filth that has infiltrated the sport. A sneak attack upon me said you were know better then the others...they being the people who cheated me from my title and robbed me from a victory. I did not let that get under my skin thouhg did I Larry? No...I did what I do best...I got in the ring and put you down for the count....1...2...3!!! Now you've come back from injury and you face a man who's in a bad mood and could care less if you wind right back-up on that injury report. You take a great risk Larry...a great risk when even certain victory will come off a more then a fluke when you look at our past together. Ah, but you can't fight the future and yours Larry...yours looks quite bleak
(Jarod walks closer to the camera the camera. His eyes narrow and he stares just alittle harder)
Poe: Are you pi**ed Larry? You got an anger building up inside yuo...well so do I. However I vent mine in quite a different way. You go ahead Larry...you huff and you puff...you come and try to blow my house down. Your attempt to be the big bad wolf will loeave you nothing more then gutshot and waiting to die. A slow and painful one at that. You say you don't jsut take losses. Well you took one from me Larry...SUCK IT UP!!! I beat you in the ring and I beat you clean. That's something hard to come by in this league as of late. so you bring yuo anger...bring all that smoke burning between your ears. I'll put you fire out one more time and we'll see how well you take that. See Larry there's a simple fact yuor overlooking. I'm a better wrestler then you are. I've proven it...I've proven it twice. you want an outlet...well yuo've got one. You want me a Riptide...all you had to do was ask. I'm not a hard man to find. What I am though Larry is this...I'm a hard man to beat. Others have tried...some even better then you. I beat them all...only the cowards got the better of me. well the one good thing about a coward Larry is you can set them on the run and that's what I plan to do. I plan on setting some men on the run. Plan on setting them running away in terror. you though...you Larry. well you are one of the lucky ones. I plan on doing just what I did before. I'm going to get in that ring and out wrestle you one more time. For it's what I do best and you should know that better then anyone. I see though that the lesson has not sunken in yet, but I'll be more then happy to teach it to yuo again. when all is done Larry you can go away and leave our tv sets once more, because if nobody bothered to tell you then I'll be a good guy. the entire time you've bene gone Larry...well nobody has missed you. the truth hurts doesn't it Larry, but so doesn't "The Fading Light", ah, but you know that just as well (smiles)
(one of the gym's resident muscle heads walks by Jarod. The larger man puffs out his chest, trying to look intimadating, but Jarod gives him a cold stare and laughs. the man averts his gaze and walks out the door)
Poe: No Larry I sense a but of frustration in you. you've bene keep of tv...you've watched men blatently cheat you and they go unpunished. Well Imagine how I feel? Stephan Morgan cheats me out of a title and I get no rematch. The some monster helps the "Twelve-Step" Kidd and and what does he get....well he gets awarded a World Title shot. Imagine what's going through my mind? I mean all I did for months was defeat everyman that they put in my way and in the end what did I et fro that? Well I got nothing Larry. I got nothing at all. You think I'm mad...oh...your damn right I'm mad, but I'm not mad at you. No Larry...I'm feeling just a frustrated at the GLCEW as you might be, however Larry...I'm nto going to sit back and take it. I'm going on the offensive and damn the consequences fo my actions. I tried Larry...I really tried to be the good guy...I realy tried to hold back all the bad intentions I had in my mind. I tried...I really tried, but now I've bene pushed just a little too far and Larry...this time I'm going to push back. I might start with our match, but most of all it will end with Stephan Morgan and The man with a Message. For you Larry the path is different...you want to rectify one of your mistakes {smiles} I guess that would be me? Well Larry we all make mistakes...with me you made the same mistake twice and not having learned from that you now have to make the same mistake a third time. {shrugs} Hey do what you got to do, but don't get to mad at the system when the result is still the same. On the bright side thouhg Larry I can guarantee have of your mission will be succesful...it will be one hell of a match. As you know better then anyone else...when given a man who will stand with alittle pride and a spine in his back...well Larry I will show him just who the BEST wrestler in the GLCW is...bar none.
(Jarod cuts the room in half like a surgeon and now stands only a scant ten feet from the benchpress where a familiar figure lies. He smiles knowing his old friend still does not see him. He holds his ground and looks back into the camera)
Poe: See there's very little people I have respect for Larry. Not that I have alot for you, but just a little. Despite your little tantrum, which I consider more flattery then foul...I can see your side of things. You want a great fight...where two men ply thier trade and the BETTER wrestloer comes out on top. Now between us I think that answer has already been given, but I roll with the punches. (smirks) most of the time. However I'm tired of the roll. Now you've taken your cheap shot. You've held the fact that the TV title I once bought respect too is no longer mine and sure it still bothers me. the thing is Larry I'm nto going to let a man I've proven I'm better then get under my skin. No Larry I'm going to get in the ring and simply out wrestle you. No anger...no grudge...no problem. After all it's what I do and it's what I do best. You on the other hand...well the pressure must be mounting. Your recent lack of success has had you gone from tv and sitting on the sidelines. You one chance back in the spotlight and you've got me to face. zthings don't look too promising do they Larry? yuo had too tried to defeat me...two and you didn't on either occasion. I sure hope all that time you spent on the shelf allowed you to come up with a different stategy. You can look at it whatever way you want to Larry, but despite whatever spin you put upon it...well there's a simple fact yuo can't deny...I BEAT you Larry Tact...I beat you and I beat you at yuor own game. You asked for it...I gave you waht you wanted and then did just what I said I would. I wonder Larry did "The Fading Light" put you on the shelf? Did that neck still bother you in your next match? Is everything entirly healed Larry? Because you know better thne anyone else...I'll find a weakness and then...well then I'll exploit it
(jarod now closes in and steps before the man at the benchpress.The two lock eyes and the much larger man stands up the wide shoulders of his back nearly blocking out the camera. jarod steps to side and the camera pans with him)
Poe: Hello old friend. I think you remeber me?
(the man nods)
Poe: well I need some cover fire...do you think you can do that?
(Off camera the man's voice answers)
Voice: Yes I can
(Jarod smiles and looks back)
Poe: I'm glad you know what happended the last time we meet Larry. It will save me the trouble of explaining when it happens yet again. Bring that fire that burns inside...bring the anger that builds within you. Let that terrible feeling of loss blind you with rage. In the end it will only make my job that much easier and you'll again know the words that I say are more then true. when it comes to Jarod Poe I can safely say that Larry Tact fully understands it when I tell him. "HATE WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND AND FEAR...FEAR WHAT YOU CAN'T CONQUER"
(Jarod turns his back tot he camera. he walks closer to the man and the two of them shake hands.)
<FTB>
OORP: Jeff, sorry I took so long to reply, but I'm stil having problems with my DSL access
(the camera opens inside Detroit Iron Works. Jarod Poe stands looking out the window of the gym as the hot sun beats down upon the city. It's a blazing hot day and every tall steel building just cooks the city like a frying pan. He's escaped to the air conditioned gym, not to workout, it's a much too public place and time for that. No he stands there with a look of determintation as his eyes scan the racks of iron operated by every muscle man in the city. It's Prime time at the Iron Works. Mid-day when the very best come out to train and put on a display of lifting prowess. With all that's gone on lately it's time for Jarod to maybe require some back-up. A good soldier plans, a very good soldier prepares and the elite well the elite always have thier backs covered. Jarod needs some cover. from a distance Jarod spies a heavy load upon the benchpress and a smile creeps upon his face. It's been along time since they meet in the dojo, but then again Jarod as always been the kind of guy that leaves a good impression)
(taking his time he leans back agaist the wall and looks into the camera)
Poe: (smiles) Well here I stand back tot he wall and I must say it's more then just figuretivly. The past two cards have not gone my way. I knew succes would lead to attention. It's just in people's nature. They see someone with something they want and they'll try and goto any length in order to take it away. Well that's what has happened. Others grew green with envy and TOOK what I earned so hard. First ti was Steven Morgan. (spits) A man who could not face me in the ring. He found the challenge left him looking less then stupendeous, in fact it left him looking quite stupid. So Steven took the only way he could to defeat me. He cheated am I mad...(smiles)...yes I am. Do I have revenge in mind? Oh yes...yes I have revenge in mind, but Steven Morgan is not alone there. No he's not quite at the top of my list. That spot is left for The man with a Message. It seems all that I said was true. In the end there was NO message. There was no help for me...In fact it was he that needed help. I left him out COLD in the ring. A victim on not only the "Sudden Impact", but he felt "The Fading Light" as well. there he was left for dead in the ring, but all was for not. that's when cowardness and jealousy struck again. I hate cowards...I hate cheaters...I ahte these men and a retribution is called for. God might forgive them for they know not better, but me..."The Torture King" does not forget. I will punish them...I will have someone to watch my back...I will get show them that I am not a man to trifle with. the poor souls they know not what they have done.
(Jarod let's loose a sinister laugh, but does not move from where he stands)
Poe: However I am distracted from my master plan. The GLCW has provided me with a small obstacle. It seems once more I have been saddled with you Larry Tact. Once wasn't enough...twice still not good...no it is yet a third time we meet in the ring. One has to wonder when will the search for retribution become a quest to just stop the emberassment of defeat. After all in our first meeting I proved I could wrestle you hold for hold. Then once before you came fro retribution and what happened Larry? Well I left you stunned on the mat, holding you head the next day still suffering the efFects of "The Fading Light" Tell me something Larry...how did it feel when I dropped you on your head and left you out cold in the middle of that ring. Did it leave you hungry for more or senseless you get yet one more beating. I fail to see what can be proved by getting in the ring with you once more. Are you shooting for best of five?, because three is not your number.you yourself have claimed you wanted to purify this sport. relieve it of the filth that has infiltrated the sport. A sneak attack upon me said you were know better then the others...they being the people who cheated me from my title and robbed me from a victory. I did not let that get under my skin thouhg did I Larry? No...I did what I do best...I got in the ring and put you down for the count....1...2...3!!! Now you've come back from injury and you face a man who's in a bad mood and could care less if you wind right back-up on that injury report. You take a great risk Larry...a great risk when even certain victory will come off a more then a fluke when you look at our past together. Ah, but you can't fight the future and yours Larry...yours looks quite bleak
(Jarod walks closer to the camera the camera. His eyes narrow and he stares just alittle harder)
Poe: Are you pi**ed Larry? You got an anger building up inside yuo...well so do I. However I vent mine in quite a different way. You go ahead Larry...you huff and you puff...you come and try to blow my house down. Your attempt to be the big bad wolf will loeave you nothing more then gutshot and waiting to die. A slow and painful one at that. You say you don't jsut take losses. Well you took one from me Larry...SUCK IT UP!!! I beat you in the ring and I beat you clean. That's something hard to come by in this league as of late. so you bring yuo anger...bring all that smoke burning between your ears. I'll put you fire out one more time and we'll see how well you take that. See Larry there's a simple fact yuor overlooking. I'm a better wrestler then you are. I've proven it...I've proven it twice. you want an outlet...well yuo've got one. You want me a Riptide...all you had to do was ask. I'm not a hard man to find. What I am though Larry is this...I'm a hard man to beat. Others have tried...some even better then you. I beat them all...only the cowards got the better of me. well the one good thing about a coward Larry is you can set them on the run and that's what I plan to do. I plan on setting some men on the run. Plan on setting them running away in terror. you though...you Larry. well you are one of the lucky ones. I plan on doing just what I did before. I'm going to get in that ring and out wrestle you one more time. For it's what I do best and you should know that better then anyone. I see though that the lesson has not sunken in yet, but I'll be more then happy to teach it to yuo again. when all is done Larry you can go away and leave our tv sets once more, because if nobody bothered to tell you then I'll be a good guy. the entire time you've bene gone Larry...well nobody has missed you. the truth hurts doesn't it Larry, but so doesn't "The Fading Light", ah, but you know that just as well (smiles)
(one of the gym's resident muscle heads walks by Jarod. The larger man puffs out his chest, trying to look intimadating, but Jarod gives him a cold stare and laughs. the man averts his gaze and walks out the door)
Poe: No Larry I sense a but of frustration in you. you've bene keep of tv...you've watched men blatently cheat you and they go unpunished. Well Imagine how I feel? Stephan Morgan cheats me out of a title and I get no rematch. The some monster helps the "Twelve-Step" Kidd and and what does he get....well he gets awarded a World Title shot. Imagine what's going through my mind? I mean all I did for months was defeat everyman that they put in my way and in the end what did I et fro that? Well I got nothing Larry. I got nothing at all. You think I'm mad...oh...your damn right I'm mad, but I'm not mad at you. No Larry...I'm feeling just a frustrated at the GLCEW as you might be, however Larry...I'm nto going to sit back and take it. I'm going on the offensive and damn the consequences fo my actions. I tried Larry...I really tried to be the good guy...I realy tried to hold back all the bad intentions I had in my mind. I tried...I really tried, but now I've bene pushed just a little too far and Larry...this time I'm going to push back. I might start with our match, but most of all it will end with Stephan Morgan and The man with a Message. For you Larry the path is different...you want to rectify one of your mistakes {smiles} I guess that would be me? Well Larry we all make mistakes...with me you made the same mistake twice and not having learned from that you now have to make the same mistake a third time. {shrugs} Hey do what you got to do, but don't get to mad at the system when the result is still the same. On the bright side thouhg Larry I can guarantee have of your mission will be succesful...it will be one hell of a match. As you know better then anyone else...when given a man who will stand with alittle pride and a spine in his back...well Larry I will show him just who the BEST wrestler in the GLCW is...bar none.
(Jarod cuts the room in half like a surgeon and now stands only a scant ten feet from the benchpress where a familiar figure lies. He smiles knowing his old friend still does not see him. He holds his ground and looks back into the camera)
Poe: See there's very little people I have respect for Larry. Not that I have alot for you, but just a little. Despite your little tantrum, which I consider more flattery then foul...I can see your side of things. You want a great fight...where two men ply thier trade and the BETTER wrestloer comes out on top. Now between us I think that answer has already been given, but I roll with the punches. (smirks) most of the time. However I'm tired of the roll. Now you've taken your cheap shot. You've held the fact that the TV title I once bought respect too is no longer mine and sure it still bothers me. the thing is Larry I'm nto going to let a man I've proven I'm better then get under my skin. No Larry I'm going to get in the ring and simply out wrestle you. No anger...no grudge...no problem. After all it's what I do and it's what I do best. You on the other hand...well the pressure must be mounting. Your recent lack of success has had you gone from tv and sitting on the sidelines. You one chance back in the spotlight and you've got me to face. zthings don't look too promising do they Larry? yuo had too tried to defeat me...two and you didn't on either occasion. I sure hope all that time you spent on the shelf allowed you to come up with a different stategy. You can look at it whatever way you want to Larry, but despite whatever spin you put upon it...well there's a simple fact yuo can't deny...I BEAT you Larry Tact...I beat you and I beat you at yuor own game. You asked for it...I gave you waht you wanted and then did just what I said I would. I wonder Larry did "The Fading Light" put you on the shelf? Did that neck still bother you in your next match? Is everything entirly healed Larry? Because you know better thne anyone else...I'll find a weakness and then...well then I'll exploit it
(jarod now closes in and steps before the man at the benchpress.The two lock eyes and the much larger man stands up the wide shoulders of his back nearly blocking out the camera. jarod steps to side and the camera pans with him)
Poe: Hello old friend. I think you remeber me?
(the man nods)
Poe: well I need some cover fire...do you think you can do that?
(Off camera the man's voice answers)
Voice: Yes I can
(Jarod smiles and looks back)
Poe: I'm glad you know what happended the last time we meet Larry. It will save me the trouble of explaining when it happens yet again. Bring that fire that burns inside...bring the anger that builds within you. Let that terrible feeling of loss blind you with rage. In the end it will only make my job that much easier and you'll again know the words that I say are more then true. when it comes to Jarod Poe I can safely say that Larry Tact fully understands it when I tell him. "HATE WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND AND FEAR...FEAR WHAT YOU CAN'T CONQUER"
(Jarod turns his back tot he camera. he walks closer to the man and the two of them shake hands.)
<FTB>
Terminal Velocity.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jul-23-03 AT 00:35 AM (EST)](Fade in: to a shot of the sky, which is sparsely covered with clouds in the immediate area, but farther off we see a cluster of gray/white cloudcover. The sun shines down from the clear skies, though, more than sufficiently heating the scene below and covering it in natural light. Panning down, we find the scene here to be an amusement park. Droves of people mill about the premises, with tickets and cards being taken out and given in at rides, of which there are several in sight. The camera pans around the grounds, eventually following a crowd of people who are approaching a large, propped up green backdrop, with a sizable, blue GLCW across it. The crowd are waiting for something, or someone, and a portly, scruffy-faced man in blue jeans and a GLCW t-shirt comes out to address them, mic in hand.)
GLCW Rep.: Ladies and gentleman! Thank you for coming to Extreme World, here in Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin! (crowd cheers) As Great Lakes Championship Wrestling makes its way through the area, we'd like to show our appreciation to Extreme World, by thanking them for letting us come in for a day. Also, just to remind people from the Wisconsin Dells area, GLCW will be bringing one of their spectacular events, the televised GLCW: RIPTIDE, to Tommy Bartlett's Water World! Tickets are still available as of this morning, but that could change quickly as this is Great Lakes Championship Wrestling's FIRST-EVER outdoor event, so if you want tickets, grab them while you can!
(Some guy from the crowd yells out, "Enough with the shameless promotion!!" to cheers and laughter from the crowd. The GLCW representative laughs nervously.)
GLCW Rep.: Now as for today....GLCW has brought along one of their own, who will take a ride on one of Extreme World's famed attractions: Terminal Velocity! (crowd cheers) So without further adieu, I'll turn it over to....LARRY TACT!!
("Karma" by Diffuser kicks in on the speakers, and shortly afterward Larry Tact comes out and snatches the mic from the portly man, who shuffles away and behind the backdrop. The crowd is mostly in agreeance with their reaction, as they boo Tact, but there are some cheers here and there. Some people just like the live appearances.....Tact has on a pair of red shorts; a sleeveless, blue with red trim New York Giants shirt, white/red sneakers, Giants bandanna covering his head, and silver-rimmed, blue-lensed sunglasses on his face. Tact paces around, back-and-forth with a smile, for a bit before stopping and surveying the crowd some more until the noise dies down a little, at which point he begins.)
Tact: Well, at least there aren't any ridiculous cheese-heads around today!
(The crowd starts chanting "Giants Suck!" in retort, causing Tact to laugh.)
Tact: Ah, yeah, sure....well I'll tell you this! You can forget about the cheese packers this year, cuz Brett Favre will be going home to nurse his injuries as a LOSER AGAIN, while Shockey, Toomer, Collins, Barber, and Ike Hilliard take turns holding up the Super Bowl trophy in January!
(The crowd boos loudly at Tact, but he just laughs and waves it off.)
Tact: But that isn't what I came here to tell you today. I'm here to talk about my upcoming match at TB's Water World, and to see if all the HYPE is true about this Terminal Velocity ride they got here. (most of the crowd cheers) Now unlike the rest of the time in this otherwise off the radar town...(boos)...it's going to be a WILD night at GLCW's outdoor event in the Dells! It's gonna be an especially turbulent ride for one...Jarod Poe. (crowd pops big) Yeah....Jarod Poe will need that support of yours, cuz he's going to be morally SHOT once his night comes to an end. See, Jarod thinks he's got it all figured out right now. Larry Tact is just a "small obstacle" in his way. Jarod Poe thinks he's the CLEAR favorite going into this match with me. (crowd pops in agreeance) But the cut and dry fact, which Jarod MUST overlook...is that there is NO WAY he is the favorite! (crowd boos) Let's take things one at a time, cuz being just like Jarod, that's the only way you midwest people seem to understand things.
(The crowd isn't pleased with this comment, but Tact doesn't seem to notice as he calls off mic for something, and moments later is tossed a bottle of Gatorade, which he holds up to the crowd before opening it.)
Tact: This is Gatorade, by the way. It's good stuff, helps you replenish....ah, what the hell am I saying? Sorry....I shouldn't expect anyone here to know about anything healthy. In the case of Poe...it would seem he lacks the nutrient of knowledge. Before I say anything else, though, I can't help but comment on Poe's remark of having his back to the wall, and it being "more than just figuratively." Well, considering he was leaning against the wall, it seemed pretty obvious to me....but again, Jarod is on the same level as all of you, so I shouldn't be surprised. (more heat) Anyway, let's look at this from a realistic standpoint, which mine, of course, is. It would be very easy to just go along with Jarod's claims, and assume the position of the underdog in this match. However, his claims just don't hold water when it comes to it. And being that this match will take place inside a water park....well, it's not going to be a pretty sight.
(Tact takes a drink of Gatorade from the open bottle.)
Tact: As for Stephen Morgan....you know, Jarod, you can say what you want. But bottom line....did he get the job done? Yes he did. You know what I am tired of hearing? I'm tired of hearing people complain about how they were 'screwed,' and base it on an in-ring tactic used by their own opponent. Recently I've heard it less and less, because more people are realizing, I think, that such tactics have existed since the beginning of wrestling itself, and that it just isn't such a valid excuse to use anymore. You claim that Morgan 'screwed' you by using the ropes, is that it? Well I don't think that's it at all. If you couldn't see it yourself, you were totally outwitted by Morgan! And 'I hate to be the one to break it to you,' Jarod....but maybe you didn't deserve to win the match! Go ahead and cite the fact that he used the middle rope, but I think he had you played in the head from the start of that match, much the same as you had me off my game in our last encounter. He faked you out, reaching into his tights, and made your paranoid. Then he took advantage and by the time you realized the pain in your throat, it was already over. But I can admit and accept that I was outdone on that night, and I got myself back in the correct mindset. While you, on the other hand....well, you don't seem to be headed that way. (crowd boos, causing Tact to look disparagingly) And why don't you all reserve your feedback for the END of the show, and SHUT YOUR MOUTHS for now!
(Tact takes another sip of the drink, as the crowd picks up its heat a little more, causing Tact to talk over them before they quiet down some.)
Tact: Simmer down! Now Poe, he thinks I'm going to be a raging bull in that ring. He thinks that just cuz I admitted I'd be releasing my frustrations with our last meeting, that my intelligence somehow decreases. Well...no. Not happening. In fact, Jarod...it seems that you are the one who is having issues with keeping your emotions in check. What this, now, going for back-up? (laughs) For someone who seems so confident in themselves, it sure is strange that you think you need back-up! And what a convenient time to acquire the help of somebody. Go ahead, though. Just don't have him getting involved with our match. It's never real good to have someone else do your dirty work for you, Jarod. Me? When I want something done, I go and do it myself. Like that time when I clocked you with a chair. Like you said...I have a spine. Pride has nothing to do with it, but Poe you should understand something. I do what I have to, and everything I do serves a purpose. I didn't place myself in league with anyone else by nailing you with that chair. Except maybe Masked Blazer, since he's the only one, at that time, who had done something to that effect. But you're speaking from your heart, and not your head, Jarod. That's all well and good, if you're in a vanity contest. But in wrestling, your heart can be a real liability if you let it dominate your head. And yet here's Jarod Poe, telling ME to 'suck it up' because I said I don't take losses lightly? Aside the fact that I DID 'suck it up,' YOU should be the LAST person telling me such a thing! After all, aren't you the one currently complaining about how you were 'screwed' by Morgan because he got one over on you? Isn't it JAROD POE who is making himself out to be a victim of being pinned for a loss, cuz he couldn't kick out of a pin by someone who he outweighs? Just like you were in the ring, Jarod...you are a tired one. I'll be generous though, Poe, and give you some advice: instead of telling people to 'suck it up' after the fact, why don't YOU go and GROW A SET, go to management, and DE-MAND a RE-MATCH with Morgan, rather than waiting a week later to complain and cover up your loss, and getting freaking BACK-UP! That isn't gonna work, Poe. Accept your loss and move on. I didn't sit on my rear and wait. I 'sucked it up' long ago. I went to management, right after that match in Flint, and I told them my side. They told me they'd take it into consideration, so I moved on and put it on the back burner. And it paid off, cuz now I have had my request fulfilled. You want a match with Morgan? Don't go banking on some clause...go take care of it yourself. At Riptide, I'm going to take matters in my hands once again, and this time the result won't have to be on the back burner. This time, I'll get my retribution up front! Not in my second, or third--
(Someone yells out to Tact, "I got a cheese head to shove right up your ***, ***HOLE!!" This prompts an "***HOLE!" chant to start, to which Tact seems relatively unphased -- his only reaction a brief narrow-eyed glare at the crowd -- as he sips on some Gatorade and continues with what he was saying.)
Tact: Retribution comes for me on the FIRST TRY, Poe. Not the second or third time, because there was no retribution to be had in our first two meetings. When you wrestle to a draw, it means nobody was the better man. You can bet I wanted to win the second match, but that time I was the recipient of a bad break. Just as I said, your knee and my head do not collide, nine times out of ten, Jarod. That match didn't discourage me, and it shouldn't make you feel like some great victor, either. I'll give you the fact that it was a grueling match. But the retribution I seek isn't to do with merely wins and losses. It has to do with competition, Jarod. The GLCW management knows I got the short end of the stick, and anyone who matters knows it. Except for you, Poe. Well I'm going to go in there and wrestle how I should, and there won't be anything clouding my mind this time. And I doubt there'll be any accidental knees to the head, either. Yeah, you gave me the 'Fading Light,' Jarod...after I slumped to the mat in a heap. As I've said before, I didn't even remember that part of the match happening afterwards. But it didn't put me on the shelf, Jarod. Make no mistake, you weren't the one who caused me to be off television recently. That was nothing of your doing.
(Tact finishes the Gatorade and tosses the bottle to an attendant, then begins walking through the crowd, while security keeps a few overexuberant fans from Tact. Once through the crowd, he continues talking as he walks, with the crowd following him.)
Tact: I hear that things are almost ready, so why don't we get moving over to this Terminal Velocity thing....(crowd briefly cheers a little) Jarod, you should try this type of thing. I hear they don't even hook you up to any support whatsoever. It's about as 'extreme' as a ride can get. Right up your alley, right 'Torture King?' I bet you could have some fun with it. And fun might be just what you need, seeing as your mind seems to be so convoluted these days. I mean, come on, let's look at your run as TV Champ? Sure you beat a string of people, I know that. I can't and wouldn't take that away from you. But the important thing is, what effect did it have? Not just for you, Poe, but for the belt? Respect for the belt, you say? I don't know about that one....I mean, when a guy they call the 'Torture King' holds a title, how much respect do you think it might get? Believe it or not, Poe, but that belt doesn't have much more respect to it now than when The Jobber held it! I'll tell you why though...it's cuz people don't respect YOU. Like they say...it's not the belt that makes the Champion, but the Champion that makes the belt. And you were not respected, Poe, not by me...not by many at all....and, as a matter of fact, STILL NOT by me! (chuckles lightly) Just look at what you said, which I admit caught me off guard....you BOUGHT the respect of that belt? Geez, Jarod...I mean, I can see if you're desperate, but how do you think that makes the belt look? It's horrible for the belt! Because there will always be the people who KNOW, whether you BOUGHT people's respect or not, that you don't DESERVE it! Of coure, you're all about Jarod, and what's best for Jarod, right? You only care now, cuz you're dependant on that title! You didn't make that belt much more than it was, though. The belt only makes people NOTICE you, Poe. That's why you care about it. Before you beat Jobber for it, who looked your way? Masked Blazer?!? Jean Rabesque?? Come on!
(Tact suddenly whirls around, facing the crowd and the camera.)
Tact: Maybe you'll point out Rabesque is not to be snuffed at..? Is that what you're gonna do? That'd at least explain why you think you're the BEST WRESTLER IN GLCW! After all...can't stake the claim you're the best in the world, right? That one's reserved....but seriously, you think you're so HOT, Jarod? Think you're a big man for stating such a thing? Please! The best don't have to say they're the best. In fact, they RARELY DO! It's cuz the BEST...the ELITE, Jarod? They're NOTICED by all who deem such trivial things. The best know they're the best, and they know that whether you like or hate 'em, you know they're one of the best. Personally, I don't need to hear my praises sung. I don't need to have confidence instilled in me, to know how good I am. I know where I stand, and I've shown it time and time again. Unlike so many others, including yourself, Jarod Poe....I am confident, truly confident in my ability. I don't flaunt it...I don't boast it...I don't use it to instill fear, cuz plain and simple...I don't need to. But then again, I'm not the run-of-the-mill opponent. I'm not a 'bad guy,' as you claimed a while ago. I...am...a....wrestler, Jarod. And I mean it when I say that....more than you'll ever be able to understand.
(Tact now reaches a large, high setup: the Terminal Velocity tower. A female staff member approaches Tact.)
Tact: Alright Miss, are we ready to get this 'thrill ride' going?
(The lady nods her head and then retrieves a body harness of some sort. She goes to attach it to Tact, but he backs away with his hands out to her.)
Tact: Whoa, whoa! Wait a second...I wasn't referring to that kind of 'thrill ride!' (crowd is mixed with laughs and some girly-girl screams) Besides...I'm not really a bondage person. Maybe you should see Shawn Hart...or Madonna Wayne Grossard.....
Staff Member: Mr. Tact, you need this to go on the ride. It's our Controlled Free Fall harness.
Tact: (looking surprised) What? What do you mean? I thought this was no attachments?
Staff Member: It won't be attached to anything. It's just to keep you in the proper position. You have to wear it to go on the ride.
Tact: Oh alright, alright. This isn't my idea of a 'free fall' though.
Staff Member: Just wait, you'll see. Oh, and you're going to have to please remove your accessories, sir.
(Tact rolls his eyes and frowns slightly, but complies and removes the sunglasses and bandanna as the harness is secured to him. He is then taken up the ride's elevator to the top of the tower, and speaks over the whirring of the elevator as he ascends.)
Tact: Jarod, I don't have any gruff 'n tough catchphrases for you...but come Riptide, you'll see just what you've been trying to deny. I have no fear of you, no fear of loss, no fear of my ability to win. It's all a matter of confidence, and understanding. And understand this....there are no cheap shots being taken here. It's just that I...Larry Tact, not any back up, not any foreign objects, but I make it clear as crystal that I'm going to TB's Water World to HUMBLE Jarod Poe. Like it or not, that's what this all is leading to, and YOU are headed for the same fate as this ride....and that is to being CONQUERED....in Wisconsin Dells......
(Tact reaches the top of the elevator and steps out, getting fastened into the release system and handing off the microphone. A minute later, he is ejected from the top, falling straight down at high speed as the crowd cheers, into an airtube-supported net. Afterwards, Tact yells out excitedly to more cheers. Once back on the ground, Tact gets another mic and looks into the camera with gleaming olive green eyes and a smirk.
Tact: Actually, that was pretty cool! But it was also a lot like Jarod Poe....if the hype don't scare you away, it's all okay! THERE is your CHEAP SHOT Jarod....JUST for you! Now, go and get ready....TO BE TACTILIZED!!
Fade out.
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jul-23-03 AT 00:35 AM (EST)](Fade in: to a shot of the sky, which is sparsely covered with clouds in the immediate area, but farther off we see a cluster of gray/white cloudcover. The sun shines down from the clear skies, though, more than sufficiently heating the scene below and covering it in natural light. Panning down, we find the scene here to be an amusement park. Droves of people mill about the premises, with tickets and cards being taken out and given in at rides, of which there are several in sight. The camera pans around the grounds, eventually following a crowd of people who are approaching a large, propped up green backdrop, with a sizable, blue GLCW across it. The crowd are waiting for something, or someone, and a portly, scruffy-faced man in blue jeans and a GLCW t-shirt comes out to address them, mic in hand.)
GLCW Rep.: Ladies and gentleman! Thank you for coming to Extreme World, here in Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin! (crowd cheers) As Great Lakes Championship Wrestling makes its way through the area, we'd like to show our appreciation to Extreme World, by thanking them for letting us come in for a day. Also, just to remind people from the Wisconsin Dells area, GLCW will be bringing one of their spectacular events, the televised GLCW: RIPTIDE, to Tommy Bartlett's Water World! Tickets are still available as of this morning, but that could change quickly as this is Great Lakes Championship Wrestling's FIRST-EVER outdoor event, so if you want tickets, grab them while you can!
(Some guy from the crowd yells out, "Enough with the shameless promotion!!" to cheers and laughter from the crowd. The GLCW representative laughs nervously.)
GLCW Rep.: Now as for today....GLCW has brought along one of their own, who will take a ride on one of Extreme World's famed attractions: Terminal Velocity! (crowd cheers) So without further adieu, I'll turn it over to....LARRY TACT!!
("Karma" by Diffuser kicks in on the speakers, and shortly afterward Larry Tact comes out and snatches the mic from the portly man, who shuffles away and behind the backdrop. The crowd is mostly in agreeance with their reaction, as they boo Tact, but there are some cheers here and there. Some people just like the live appearances.....Tact has on a pair of red shorts; a sleeveless, blue with red trim New York Giants shirt, white/red sneakers, Giants bandanna covering his head, and silver-rimmed, blue-lensed sunglasses on his face. Tact paces around, back-and-forth with a smile, for a bit before stopping and surveying the crowd some more until the noise dies down a little, at which point he begins.)
Tact: Well, at least there aren't any ridiculous cheese-heads around today!
(The crowd starts chanting "Giants Suck!" in retort, causing Tact to laugh.)
Tact: Ah, yeah, sure....well I'll tell you this! You can forget about the cheese packers this year, cuz Brett Favre will be going home to nurse his injuries as a LOSER AGAIN, while Shockey, Toomer, Collins, Barber, and Ike Hilliard take turns holding up the Super Bowl trophy in January!
(The crowd boos loudly at Tact, but he just laughs and waves it off.)
Tact: But that isn't what I came here to tell you today. I'm here to talk about my upcoming match at TB's Water World, and to see if all the HYPE is true about this Terminal Velocity ride they got here. (most of the crowd cheers) Now unlike the rest of the time in this otherwise off the radar town...(boos)...it's going to be a WILD night at GLCW's outdoor event in the Dells! It's gonna be an especially turbulent ride for one...Jarod Poe. (crowd pops big) Yeah....Jarod Poe will need that support of yours, cuz he's going to be morally SHOT once his night comes to an end. See, Jarod thinks he's got it all figured out right now. Larry Tact is just a "small obstacle" in his way. Jarod Poe thinks he's the CLEAR favorite going into this match with me. (crowd pops in agreeance) But the cut and dry fact, which Jarod MUST overlook...is that there is NO WAY he is the favorite! (crowd boos) Let's take things one at a time, cuz being just like Jarod, that's the only way you midwest people seem to understand things.
(The crowd isn't pleased with this comment, but Tact doesn't seem to notice as he calls off mic for something, and moments later is tossed a bottle of Gatorade, which he holds up to the crowd before opening it.)
Tact: This is Gatorade, by the way. It's good stuff, helps you replenish....ah, what the hell am I saying? Sorry....I shouldn't expect anyone here to know about anything healthy. In the case of Poe...it would seem he lacks the nutrient of knowledge. Before I say anything else, though, I can't help but comment on Poe's remark of having his back to the wall, and it being "more than just figuratively." Well, considering he was leaning against the wall, it seemed pretty obvious to me....but again, Jarod is on the same level as all of you, so I shouldn't be surprised. (more heat) Anyway, let's look at this from a realistic standpoint, which mine, of course, is. It would be very easy to just go along with Jarod's claims, and assume the position of the underdog in this match. However, his claims just don't hold water when it comes to it. And being that this match will take place inside a water park....well, it's not going to be a pretty sight.
(Tact takes a drink of Gatorade from the open bottle.)
Tact: As for Stephen Morgan....you know, Jarod, you can say what you want. But bottom line....did he get the job done? Yes he did. You know what I am tired of hearing? I'm tired of hearing people complain about how they were 'screwed,' and base it on an in-ring tactic used by their own opponent. Recently I've heard it less and less, because more people are realizing, I think, that such tactics have existed since the beginning of wrestling itself, and that it just isn't such a valid excuse to use anymore. You claim that Morgan 'screwed' you by using the ropes, is that it? Well I don't think that's it at all. If you couldn't see it yourself, you were totally outwitted by Morgan! And 'I hate to be the one to break it to you,' Jarod....but maybe you didn't deserve to win the match! Go ahead and cite the fact that he used the middle rope, but I think he had you played in the head from the start of that match, much the same as you had me off my game in our last encounter. He faked you out, reaching into his tights, and made your paranoid. Then he took advantage and by the time you realized the pain in your throat, it was already over. But I can admit and accept that I was outdone on that night, and I got myself back in the correct mindset. While you, on the other hand....well, you don't seem to be headed that way. (crowd boos, causing Tact to look disparagingly) And why don't you all reserve your feedback for the END of the show, and SHUT YOUR MOUTHS for now!
(Tact takes another sip of the drink, as the crowd picks up its heat a little more, causing Tact to talk over them before they quiet down some.)
Tact: Simmer down! Now Poe, he thinks I'm going to be a raging bull in that ring. He thinks that just cuz I admitted I'd be releasing my frustrations with our last meeting, that my intelligence somehow decreases. Well...no. Not happening. In fact, Jarod...it seems that you are the one who is having issues with keeping your emotions in check. What this, now, going for back-up? (laughs) For someone who seems so confident in themselves, it sure is strange that you think you need back-up! And what a convenient time to acquire the help of somebody. Go ahead, though. Just don't have him getting involved with our match. It's never real good to have someone else do your dirty work for you, Jarod. Me? When I want something done, I go and do it myself. Like that time when I clocked you with a chair. Like you said...I have a spine. Pride has nothing to do with it, but Poe you should understand something. I do what I have to, and everything I do serves a purpose. I didn't place myself in league with anyone else by nailing you with that chair. Except maybe Masked Blazer, since he's the only one, at that time, who had done something to that effect. But you're speaking from your heart, and not your head, Jarod. That's all well and good, if you're in a vanity contest. But in wrestling, your heart can be a real liability if you let it dominate your head. And yet here's Jarod Poe, telling ME to 'suck it up' because I said I don't take losses lightly? Aside the fact that I DID 'suck it up,' YOU should be the LAST person telling me such a thing! After all, aren't you the one currently complaining about how you were 'screwed' by Morgan because he got one over on you? Isn't it JAROD POE who is making himself out to be a victim of being pinned for a loss, cuz he couldn't kick out of a pin by someone who he outweighs? Just like you were in the ring, Jarod...you are a tired one. I'll be generous though, Poe, and give you some advice: instead of telling people to 'suck it up' after the fact, why don't YOU go and GROW A SET, go to management, and DE-MAND a RE-MATCH with Morgan, rather than waiting a week later to complain and cover up your loss, and getting freaking BACK-UP! That isn't gonna work, Poe. Accept your loss and move on. I didn't sit on my rear and wait. I 'sucked it up' long ago. I went to management, right after that match in Flint, and I told them my side. They told me they'd take it into consideration, so I moved on and put it on the back burner. And it paid off, cuz now I have had my request fulfilled. You want a match with Morgan? Don't go banking on some clause...go take care of it yourself. At Riptide, I'm going to take matters in my hands once again, and this time the result won't have to be on the back burner. This time, I'll get my retribution up front! Not in my second, or third--
(Someone yells out to Tact, "I got a cheese head to shove right up your ***, ***HOLE!!" This prompts an "***HOLE!" chant to start, to which Tact seems relatively unphased -- his only reaction a brief narrow-eyed glare at the crowd -- as he sips on some Gatorade and continues with what he was saying.)
Tact: Retribution comes for me on the FIRST TRY, Poe. Not the second or third time, because there was no retribution to be had in our first two meetings. When you wrestle to a draw, it means nobody was the better man. You can bet I wanted to win the second match, but that time I was the recipient of a bad break. Just as I said, your knee and my head do not collide, nine times out of ten, Jarod. That match didn't discourage me, and it shouldn't make you feel like some great victor, either. I'll give you the fact that it was a grueling match. But the retribution I seek isn't to do with merely wins and losses. It has to do with competition, Jarod. The GLCW management knows I got the short end of the stick, and anyone who matters knows it. Except for you, Poe. Well I'm going to go in there and wrestle how I should, and there won't be anything clouding my mind this time. And I doubt there'll be any accidental knees to the head, either. Yeah, you gave me the 'Fading Light,' Jarod...after I slumped to the mat in a heap. As I've said before, I didn't even remember that part of the match happening afterwards. But it didn't put me on the shelf, Jarod. Make no mistake, you weren't the one who caused me to be off television recently. That was nothing of your doing.
(Tact finishes the Gatorade and tosses the bottle to an attendant, then begins walking through the crowd, while security keeps a few overexuberant fans from Tact. Once through the crowd, he continues talking as he walks, with the crowd following him.)
Tact: I hear that things are almost ready, so why don't we get moving over to this Terminal Velocity thing....(crowd briefly cheers a little) Jarod, you should try this type of thing. I hear they don't even hook you up to any support whatsoever. It's about as 'extreme' as a ride can get. Right up your alley, right 'Torture King?' I bet you could have some fun with it. And fun might be just what you need, seeing as your mind seems to be so convoluted these days. I mean, come on, let's look at your run as TV Champ? Sure you beat a string of people, I know that. I can't and wouldn't take that away from you. But the important thing is, what effect did it have? Not just for you, Poe, but for the belt? Respect for the belt, you say? I don't know about that one....I mean, when a guy they call the 'Torture King' holds a title, how much respect do you think it might get? Believe it or not, Poe, but that belt doesn't have much more respect to it now than when The Jobber held it! I'll tell you why though...it's cuz people don't respect YOU. Like they say...it's not the belt that makes the Champion, but the Champion that makes the belt. And you were not respected, Poe, not by me...not by many at all....and, as a matter of fact, STILL NOT by me! (chuckles lightly) Just look at what you said, which I admit caught me off guard....you BOUGHT the respect of that belt? Geez, Jarod...I mean, I can see if you're desperate, but how do you think that makes the belt look? It's horrible for the belt! Because there will always be the people who KNOW, whether you BOUGHT people's respect or not, that you don't DESERVE it! Of coure, you're all about Jarod, and what's best for Jarod, right? You only care now, cuz you're dependant on that title! You didn't make that belt much more than it was, though. The belt only makes people NOTICE you, Poe. That's why you care about it. Before you beat Jobber for it, who looked your way? Masked Blazer?!? Jean Rabesque?? Come on!
(Tact suddenly whirls around, facing the crowd and the camera.)
Tact: Maybe you'll point out Rabesque is not to be snuffed at..? Is that what you're gonna do? That'd at least explain why you think you're the BEST WRESTLER IN GLCW! After all...can't stake the claim you're the best in the world, right? That one's reserved....but seriously, you think you're so HOT, Jarod? Think you're a big man for stating such a thing? Please! The best don't have to say they're the best. In fact, they RARELY DO! It's cuz the BEST...the ELITE, Jarod? They're NOTICED by all who deem such trivial things. The best know they're the best, and they know that whether you like or hate 'em, you know they're one of the best. Personally, I don't need to hear my praises sung. I don't need to have confidence instilled in me, to know how good I am. I know where I stand, and I've shown it time and time again. Unlike so many others, including yourself, Jarod Poe....I am confident, truly confident in my ability. I don't flaunt it...I don't boast it...I don't use it to instill fear, cuz plain and simple...I don't need to. But then again, I'm not the run-of-the-mill opponent. I'm not a 'bad guy,' as you claimed a while ago. I...am...a....wrestler, Jarod. And I mean it when I say that....more than you'll ever be able to understand.
(Tact now reaches a large, high setup: the Terminal Velocity tower. A female staff member approaches Tact.)
Tact: Alright Miss, are we ready to get this 'thrill ride' going?
(The lady nods her head and then retrieves a body harness of some sort. She goes to attach it to Tact, but he backs away with his hands out to her.)
Tact: Whoa, whoa! Wait a second...I wasn't referring to that kind of 'thrill ride!' (crowd is mixed with laughs and some girly-girl screams) Besides...I'm not really a bondage person. Maybe you should see Shawn Hart...or Madonna Wayne Grossard.....
Staff Member: Mr. Tact, you need this to go on the ride. It's our Controlled Free Fall harness.
Tact: (looking surprised) What? What do you mean? I thought this was no attachments?
Staff Member: It won't be attached to anything. It's just to keep you in the proper position. You have to wear it to go on the ride.
Tact: Oh alright, alright. This isn't my idea of a 'free fall' though.
Staff Member: Just wait, you'll see. Oh, and you're going to have to please remove your accessories, sir.
(Tact rolls his eyes and frowns slightly, but complies and removes the sunglasses and bandanna as the harness is secured to him. He is then taken up the ride's elevator to the top of the tower, and speaks over the whirring of the elevator as he ascends.)
Tact: Jarod, I don't have any gruff 'n tough catchphrases for you...but come Riptide, you'll see just what you've been trying to deny. I have no fear of you, no fear of loss, no fear of my ability to win. It's all a matter of confidence, and understanding. And understand this....there are no cheap shots being taken here. It's just that I...Larry Tact, not any back up, not any foreign objects, but I make it clear as crystal that I'm going to TB's Water World to HUMBLE Jarod Poe. Like it or not, that's what this all is leading to, and YOU are headed for the same fate as this ride....and that is to being CONQUERED....in Wisconsin Dells......
(Tact reaches the top of the elevator and steps out, getting fastened into the release system and handing off the microphone. A minute later, he is ejected from the top, falling straight down at high speed as the crowd cheers, into an airtube-supported net. Afterwards, Tact yells out excitedly to more cheers. Once back on the ground, Tact gets another mic and looks into the camera with gleaming olive green eyes and a smirk.
Tact: Actually, that was pretty cool! But it was also a lot like Jarod Poe....if the hype don't scare you away, it's all okay! THERE is your CHEAP SHOT Jarod....JUST for you! Now, go and get ready....TO BE TACTILIZED!!
Fade out.
Just the facts
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jul-25-03 AT 09:57 AM (EST)](the bright skies above Extreme World have gone slightly darker. It's much later in the day as the GLCW event continues. In just a few days the first ever outdoor event for the GLCW will take place. The league has spent all day hyping th event as Larry Tact took plenty of time to promote his upcoming match. Now the camera pans too a picnic table on the far side of the park. Being one of the more isolated places we see Jarod Poe's classic Indian motorcycle parked close by. At the table Jarod sits with his head down upon it in front of a close circuit monitor. Slowly the cameraman walks up to Jarod and after gently taping him on the shoulder he awakes with a startle, his fists raised in a defensive position and a tired look upon his face. He shakes the tired from his eyes and looks into the camera with a smile)
Poe: Well excuse me...I must apologize. it's seems Larry as I was sitting back here watching your (coughs) litttle promo I seem to have dozed off. I seem to remember something about gatoraid, Jean Rebesque, excuses...excuses...there was some whining and then I just drifted off as the boredorm just got to be too much. Sorry Larry and you started out so great with the cheap shots upon all the fans. (winks) Classic Larry...truly classic. Ah, but I'm going to do quite a different route today Larry. Sure I could comeover there...get in your face, make you look like a fool, but you've done a good job of that all on your own. No Larry what I'm going to do is stand here...look right into this camera here and I'm going to GET TO A POINT!!! Yes Larry...no beating around the bush...no tangents...much like the last time we meet in the ring...well I'm going to get to brass tacks and say just what I want to say. Because Larry there's a fond saying amongst the lower lifeform people as you see them. It's kinda cute. See nobody wants to hear a donket bleat for an hour and Larry nobody wants to hear your ass talk for that long either. It's one of those quaint country sayings. I'm sure if I had more of my time to waste I could throw in a few you might be a redneck jokes, but I'm here all week anyways and after all I've got something REAL to say.
(Jarod quickly runs a hand through the matted portion of his hair and pulls the wrinkles from his leather jacket. He slowly stands and walks circulation back into his legs after the long nap)
Poe: You went out of your way Larry to target my words about Stephan Morgan. How the fact I complained I got cheated was ...what did you call it...all the words just sort of flowed together. (snaps his fingers) Oh...yes he outwitted me. Well he cheating to make up for your lack of skill his outwitting a man...then I guess that's what he did. Still I really don't think you have ground to stand on when calling me out on such a thing. After all Larry you've been making excuses for you loss to me since the first time you opened your mouth. After all Larry...just how many times have you remined me that THIS time around there won't be some knee shot to cost you the match. You've hammered upon that point as it it was some grand accidient. I mistake on your part...a fluke of the unirverse...a smal flaw in god's great plan. Well larry so that we don't have to hear this excuse one more time I'm going to tell you just what happened in that ring. See I know you were a little dazed from the move so let me explain. See I came at yuo with a close line...you THINKING you were smart went to try and duck the move. Well Larry you did...you dodged that clothesline Larry and you know what I did? I KNEED YOU IN THE HEAD!!!! That's right Larry...no flaw in your game plan...no strange alignment of the planets...I Jarod Poe kneed you in your big fat head. (holds up a finger)m ah, but Larry that wasn't the best part. Oh, no...not in the least. See afterwards...for my own enjoyment...I then went and gave you "The Fading Light" I put yuor lights out Larry and then I pinned you (raises fingers) 1...2...3 (Jarod extends his middle one last) that's what happened in that match Larry. You lost...I beat you. Now even better I get to do it all over again. ah, but Larry let's digress back to our first meeting
(Jarod pauses for a moment and removes his leather jacket. He places it over the back of his Indian and then turns back tot he camera)
Poe: Now you've made a great deal that NOTHING was proven in our first match. that it ended in a draw and essentially should be a push. (smiles and shakes his head) Nice try Larry, but again you not just short sighted, but wrong. See Larry in our first meeting you called me a garbage wrestler. You said I was nothing more then a brawler...that I didn't have the skills to defeat a wrestler of (coughs) your quality. You basicly called me out to prove you wrong. You said you were going to humble me and my lack of skill. well Larry...let's look back. Did I defeat you no...I did not. No Larry I did one even better, sure pinning you then would have been a great statement, but not as good as the one I made. No Larry...I topped that...I went in the ring and for thirty minuted matched you hold for hold. Countered everything you could throw at me. Proved without a shadow of a doubt that I could wrestle with a man who considered himself just that much better then me. Tell me this Larry...what scenario do you think made a better statement? Don't answer that...I know the answer, because the fact I did this drove you so mad that you attacked me in the ring and took your best cheapshot. the great wrestler, taken to task...well he lost his temper like a spoiled baby. did I get angry Larry?...did I strike back? No unlike you have at ANY time...I went in the ring and did just what I promised...I BEAT YOU!!! First I made the statement and then I put a period on the end of it. Everything could have ened rigth there couldn't it Larry? No...because you have yet another convient excuse and story for all of that. Which leads us our upcoming match...doesn't it?
(Jarod rolls up his sleeves revealing the slew of tatoos upon his arms. The sun has come out from behind the clouds and is now blazing quite hot on his heavily inked skin)
Poe: You asked me why I didn't just goto managment and ask fro a rematch. You told me to...what was it...(snaps his fingers)grow a set? Larry you think I didn't? No I did...however Nemesis had a signed contract for the next tile shot. I know you not used to having one fo those around you waist...so the title defense thing is unfamiliar too you. these thinga aren't handed out to those who ask. After all I could turn the tables and ask why you just didn't get a shot at him? No Larry I had to wait and to amuse me one more time they said I could wrestle you. After all as you pointed out...you asked fro the rematch and that was the match put upon my table. I didn't want to beat you again...I reallt didn't, but after he you whine about that chance knee to yuor head. I thought that maybe when I do it again...well you realize in the rig with me...thier are no accidients? Which leads us to the match Larry...the match that somehow you think your a favorite in? Now I'm not sure how you came upon this conclusion. Maybe the idea popped into your head during a speech writing class.., but give me a moment to think on this
(Jarod pauses for a moment as he scratches his head with a finger. Using his hands he cracks his neck in several spots and the looking bright eyed as if the thought litearrly popped into his head...he looks into the camera)
Poe: So what makes you the favorite Larry? Was it ALL that time you spent on the shelf? Was it the time you beat by Jared Justice by DQ? Was it your loss to Cannonball Kidd? or Larry was it that trmendous showing you made in getting beat by Jared Wells? It's no wonder you've got so mad at me Larry you've got it handed to yuo by every guy names Jarod in the league. The spelling might be different, but the result is still the same. Yet somehow...because you weren't in the right frame of mind your the favorite now. (shakes his head) Larry I gto to tell you if you think yuor the favorite now I'm afraid to point out that your still nto in the right frame of mind. In fact I'd say you've either lost it or your telling yourself whatever it takes in order to still hold that big ego and your head up high. remember that head Larry...better watch out for my knee next time (laughs) ah, but Larry you've been a too bust of a man th think of any of that. After all you you didn't sit on your rear and dwell on your loss. No you demanded another shiot at me and waited since Ring Lords to come and take your retribution. Well Larry thanks for the fast response...I had better be careful not to get caught up in that fast pace you put into a whilrl wind of destruction as you've come to TRY and humble me once more. I sure hope all of the mid-west doesn't get caught up in your storm of revenge once I defeat you once more. On the bright side given your track record I should have a good seven months to prepare for the onslaught.
(Jarod wipes the small amouth of sweat from his eyes as the sun increases it's intensity. He pauses to take a drink from the bottle sitting on the picnic table and then looks back into the camera)
Poe: Now Larry you said alot of things...ALOT of things. But the one I found most humorous was your lecture on the belt. How I did nothing to give it any stature. How I did nothing to to improve it's image. I guess I gave myself too much credit...after all part of that prestigue I gave the belt was a victory over you. However thanks to your astute anaysis I can see that it really wasn't that big of a deal in gthe grand scheme of things. Thank You Larry Tact..thank you for pointing out a victory over you is really no big deal. Yet I still find it amusing you would even approach the subject since after all you don't exactly speak from expierence in the area. After all what gold have you held in the GLCW besides the expensive watch upon your wrist maybe? What vast knowlesge of defending gold here in the GLCW do you have to draw upon? If I'm just "The Torture King" and have held a belt wouldn't be at least Tactilizing upon your part you hold one before you shine a becon of light in an empty room of knowledge? I'm not dependent on the title Larry. Did I enjoy holdimg it...yes I did. Why, because I got to fight the very best the league had to offer and when people turned on thier tv...well Larry I was the man they saw. So save me the lecture on a topic you know nothing about...after all Larry your not about belts are you? No you above them? Larry Tact is bigger and better then belts. Sure it has nothing to do with the fact he hasn't won one yet, there's no way that could be just a poor excuse for an empty waist. ah...who knows what you'll lecture me about the next time I hear from you. Just please do me a favor..don't mention Jean Rebesque, Masked Blazer, The Giants or whetever else you can think of. Concentrate on our match Larry...in the end...that's the only thing that matters.
(Jarod picks up his leather jacket and slowly puts it back on. the clouds have close din and small rain droplets hit the ground)
Poe: Now Larry I've enjoyed poking fun at you fro the last few minutes. after all you gave me plenty of time to think while you concluded you ride. I'm going to be serious right now. I have bigger plans then you. I really do and I'm not going to let you get in my way. You don't need to worry about anyone interfering...I'll be more then happy to defeat you on my own. I sure don't want to hear another line about the phantom knee stiking again. What you better do in concentrate Larry. Forget the Blazer...forget Rebesque...forget cheapshots at the fans. just sit down and think about how you going to defeat me this time, because Larry...getting beat again...well it wouldn't be very Tactful now would it? So prepare Larry, because I'm not the same guy you wrestkled last time. No...I'm much more vicious and I've got a few new tricks up my sleeve. Prepare Larry...focus and get ready. You can mock "The Torture King" all you want, but it's your pain I'm after. In the end you'll be like all the rest....you'll HATE!!!...
(Jarod pauses)
Poe: No wait Larry I'll skip the catchphrase...I'll just get in the ring and you can be the one who is again TACTILIZED!!!
(Jarod looks over at Terminal Velocity and spies a big man just getting off the ride one more time)
Poe: You know Larry I was goig to go over thier and join you on that ride. Take your challenge. However Larry...I don't have time for kiddie rides. I have a title to get back...I'm going to become a champion. No time for childish games Larry. It takes a man to be a champion.
(Jarod straddles his bike and smiles at the camera)
Poe: A man...a champion has a real machine between his legs. It's only a matter of time now Larry...we'll see if yuo frame of mind is back in place...or if after the match I'll have to make sure you only swin in the shallow end of the GLCW!!!
(with a kick of his foot the classic Indian roars to life. Jarod gives the camera a wink as he zips up his leather jacket and puls down his shades. He slowly turns the bike around and then kicking the engine into high gear rides of in a cloud of dust)
<FTB>
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jul-25-03 AT 09:57 AM (EST)](the bright skies above Extreme World have gone slightly darker. It's much later in the day as the GLCW event continues. In just a few days the first ever outdoor event for the GLCW will take place. The league has spent all day hyping th event as Larry Tact took plenty of time to promote his upcoming match. Now the camera pans too a picnic table on the far side of the park. Being one of the more isolated places we see Jarod Poe's classic Indian motorcycle parked close by. At the table Jarod sits with his head down upon it in front of a close circuit monitor. Slowly the cameraman walks up to Jarod and after gently taping him on the shoulder he awakes with a startle, his fists raised in a defensive position and a tired look upon his face. He shakes the tired from his eyes and looks into the camera with a smile)
Poe: Well excuse me...I must apologize. it's seems Larry as I was sitting back here watching your (coughs) litttle promo I seem to have dozed off. I seem to remember something about gatoraid, Jean Rebesque, excuses...excuses...there was some whining and then I just drifted off as the boredorm just got to be too much. Sorry Larry and you started out so great with the cheap shots upon all the fans. (winks) Classic Larry...truly classic. Ah, but I'm going to do quite a different route today Larry. Sure I could comeover there...get in your face, make you look like a fool, but you've done a good job of that all on your own. No Larry what I'm going to do is stand here...look right into this camera here and I'm going to GET TO A POINT!!! Yes Larry...no beating around the bush...no tangents...much like the last time we meet in the ring...well I'm going to get to brass tacks and say just what I want to say. Because Larry there's a fond saying amongst the lower lifeform people as you see them. It's kinda cute. See nobody wants to hear a donket bleat for an hour and Larry nobody wants to hear your ass talk for that long either. It's one of those quaint country sayings. I'm sure if I had more of my time to waste I could throw in a few you might be a redneck jokes, but I'm here all week anyways and after all I've got something REAL to say.
(Jarod quickly runs a hand through the matted portion of his hair and pulls the wrinkles from his leather jacket. He slowly stands and walks circulation back into his legs after the long nap)
Poe: You went out of your way Larry to target my words about Stephan Morgan. How the fact I complained I got cheated was ...what did you call it...all the words just sort of flowed together. (snaps his fingers) Oh...yes he outwitted me. Well he cheating to make up for your lack of skill his outwitting a man...then I guess that's what he did. Still I really don't think you have ground to stand on when calling me out on such a thing. After all Larry you've been making excuses for you loss to me since the first time you opened your mouth. After all Larry...just how many times have you remined me that THIS time around there won't be some knee shot to cost you the match. You've hammered upon that point as it it was some grand accidient. I mistake on your part...a fluke of the unirverse...a smal flaw in god's great plan. Well larry so that we don't have to hear this excuse one more time I'm going to tell you just what happened in that ring. See I know you were a little dazed from the move so let me explain. See I came at yuo with a close line...you THINKING you were smart went to try and duck the move. Well Larry you did...you dodged that clothesline Larry and you know what I did? I KNEED YOU IN THE HEAD!!!! That's right Larry...no flaw in your game plan...no strange alignment of the planets...I Jarod Poe kneed you in your big fat head. (holds up a finger)m ah, but Larry that wasn't the best part. Oh, no...not in the least. See afterwards...for my own enjoyment...I then went and gave you "The Fading Light" I put yuor lights out Larry and then I pinned you (raises fingers) 1...2...3 (Jarod extends his middle one last) that's what happened in that match Larry. You lost...I beat you. Now even better I get to do it all over again. ah, but Larry let's digress back to our first meeting
(Jarod pauses for a moment and removes his leather jacket. He places it over the back of his Indian and then turns back tot he camera)
Poe: Now you've made a great deal that NOTHING was proven in our first match. that it ended in a draw and essentially should be a push. (smiles and shakes his head) Nice try Larry, but again you not just short sighted, but wrong. See Larry in our first meeting you called me a garbage wrestler. You said I was nothing more then a brawler...that I didn't have the skills to defeat a wrestler of (coughs) your quality. You basicly called me out to prove you wrong. You said you were going to humble me and my lack of skill. well Larry...let's look back. Did I defeat you no...I did not. No Larry I did one even better, sure pinning you then would have been a great statement, but not as good as the one I made. No Larry...I topped that...I went in the ring and for thirty minuted matched you hold for hold. Countered everything you could throw at me. Proved without a shadow of a doubt that I could wrestle with a man who considered himself just that much better then me. Tell me this Larry...what scenario do you think made a better statement? Don't answer that...I know the answer, because the fact I did this drove you so mad that you attacked me in the ring and took your best cheapshot. the great wrestler, taken to task...well he lost his temper like a spoiled baby. did I get angry Larry?...did I strike back? No unlike you have at ANY time...I went in the ring and did just what I promised...I BEAT YOU!!! First I made the statement and then I put a period on the end of it. Everything could have ened rigth there couldn't it Larry? No...because you have yet another convient excuse and story for all of that. Which leads us our upcoming match...doesn't it?
(Jarod rolls up his sleeves revealing the slew of tatoos upon his arms. The sun has come out from behind the clouds and is now blazing quite hot on his heavily inked skin)
Poe: You asked me why I didn't just goto managment and ask fro a rematch. You told me to...what was it...(snaps his fingers)grow a set? Larry you think I didn't? No I did...however Nemesis had a signed contract for the next tile shot. I know you not used to having one fo those around you waist...so the title defense thing is unfamiliar too you. these thinga aren't handed out to those who ask. After all I could turn the tables and ask why you just didn't get a shot at him? No Larry I had to wait and to amuse me one more time they said I could wrestle you. After all as you pointed out...you asked fro the rematch and that was the match put upon my table. I didn't want to beat you again...I reallt didn't, but after he you whine about that chance knee to yuor head. I thought that maybe when I do it again...well you realize in the rig with me...thier are no accidients? Which leads us to the match Larry...the match that somehow you think your a favorite in? Now I'm not sure how you came upon this conclusion. Maybe the idea popped into your head during a speech writing class.., but give me a moment to think on this
(Jarod pauses for a moment as he scratches his head with a finger. Using his hands he cracks his neck in several spots and the looking bright eyed as if the thought litearrly popped into his head...he looks into the camera)
Poe: So what makes you the favorite Larry? Was it ALL that time you spent on the shelf? Was it the time you beat by Jared Justice by DQ? Was it your loss to Cannonball Kidd? or Larry was it that trmendous showing you made in getting beat by Jared Wells? It's no wonder you've got so mad at me Larry you've got it handed to yuo by every guy names Jarod in the league. The spelling might be different, but the result is still the same. Yet somehow...because you weren't in the right frame of mind your the favorite now. (shakes his head) Larry I gto to tell you if you think yuor the favorite now I'm afraid to point out that your still nto in the right frame of mind. In fact I'd say you've either lost it or your telling yourself whatever it takes in order to still hold that big ego and your head up high. remember that head Larry...better watch out for my knee next time (laughs) ah, but Larry you've been a too bust of a man th think of any of that. After all you you didn't sit on your rear and dwell on your loss. No you demanded another shiot at me and waited since Ring Lords to come and take your retribution. Well Larry thanks for the fast response...I had better be careful not to get caught up in that fast pace you put into a whilrl wind of destruction as you've come to TRY and humble me once more. I sure hope all of the mid-west doesn't get caught up in your storm of revenge once I defeat you once more. On the bright side given your track record I should have a good seven months to prepare for the onslaught.
(Jarod wipes the small amouth of sweat from his eyes as the sun increases it's intensity. He pauses to take a drink from the bottle sitting on the picnic table and then looks back into the camera)
Poe: Now Larry you said alot of things...ALOT of things. But the one I found most humorous was your lecture on the belt. How I did nothing to give it any stature. How I did nothing to to improve it's image. I guess I gave myself too much credit...after all part of that prestigue I gave the belt was a victory over you. However thanks to your astute anaysis I can see that it really wasn't that big of a deal in gthe grand scheme of things. Thank You Larry Tact..thank you for pointing out a victory over you is really no big deal. Yet I still find it amusing you would even approach the subject since after all you don't exactly speak from expierence in the area. After all what gold have you held in the GLCW besides the expensive watch upon your wrist maybe? What vast knowlesge of defending gold here in the GLCW do you have to draw upon? If I'm just "The Torture King" and have held a belt wouldn't be at least Tactilizing upon your part you hold one before you shine a becon of light in an empty room of knowledge? I'm not dependent on the title Larry. Did I enjoy holdimg it...yes I did. Why, because I got to fight the very best the league had to offer and when people turned on thier tv...well Larry I was the man they saw. So save me the lecture on a topic you know nothing about...after all Larry your not about belts are you? No you above them? Larry Tact is bigger and better then belts. Sure it has nothing to do with the fact he hasn't won one yet, there's no way that could be just a poor excuse for an empty waist. ah...who knows what you'll lecture me about the next time I hear from you. Just please do me a favor..don't mention Jean Rebesque, Masked Blazer, The Giants or whetever else you can think of. Concentrate on our match Larry...in the end...that's the only thing that matters.
(Jarod picks up his leather jacket and slowly puts it back on. the clouds have close din and small rain droplets hit the ground)
Poe: Now Larry I've enjoyed poking fun at you fro the last few minutes. after all you gave me plenty of time to think while you concluded you ride. I'm going to be serious right now. I have bigger plans then you. I really do and I'm not going to let you get in my way. You don't need to worry about anyone interfering...I'll be more then happy to defeat you on my own. I sure don't want to hear another line about the phantom knee stiking again. What you better do in concentrate Larry. Forget the Blazer...forget Rebesque...forget cheapshots at the fans. just sit down and think about how you going to defeat me this time, because Larry...getting beat again...well it wouldn't be very Tactful now would it? So prepare Larry, because I'm not the same guy you wrestkled last time. No...I'm much more vicious and I've got a few new tricks up my sleeve. Prepare Larry...focus and get ready. You can mock "The Torture King" all you want, but it's your pain I'm after. In the end you'll be like all the rest....you'll HATE!!!...
(Jarod pauses)
Poe: No wait Larry I'll skip the catchphrase...I'll just get in the ring and you can be the one who is again TACTILIZED!!!
(Jarod looks over at Terminal Velocity and spies a big man just getting off the ride one more time)
Poe: You know Larry I was goig to go over thier and join you on that ride. Take your challenge. However Larry...I don't have time for kiddie rides. I have a title to get back...I'm going to become a champion. No time for childish games Larry. It takes a man to be a champion.
(Jarod straddles his bike and smiles at the camera)
Poe: A man...a champion has a real machine between his legs. It's only a matter of time now Larry...we'll see if yuo frame of mind is back in place...or if after the match I'll have to make sure you only swin in the shallow end of the GLCW!!!
(with a kick of his foot the classic Indian roars to life. Jarod gives the camera a wink as he zips up his leather jacket and puls down his shades. He slowly turns the bike around and then kicking the engine into high gear rides of in a cloud of dust)
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Flawed frustration....
(Fade in: to a GLCW backdrop, this time gold with a blue logo. Larry Tact sits on a stool, a bottle of red-colored Gatorade in hand, wearing a pair of silver leather pants, a black sleeveless t-shirt, fingerless gloves and boots. He smiles for the camera...a far less cheery tone to his voice.)
Tact: Well, Jarod...after hearing what you had to say in regards to my last appearance, I guess I owe an apology...to Extreme World and TB's Water World, for Jarod Poe's mixing up the venues. After all, I was at EXTREME World doing my spot for the day, while you were at TB's WATER World. I don't think they air those spots at the rival place's TV, and I don't think it was on the radio. So sure...(sarcastically) you 'fell asleep,' Jarod. Sure ya did. I think I saw a super slide out there, though, so nice try. While we're still in this area, maybe you should go get some directions and a map, to make sure you make it to the match on time. Or you should just pay more attention, instead of having your little picnic and watching other people going on rides. I guess it takes a REAL man to watch the people taking their turns on the rides, eh?
(Tact chuckles a bit.)
Tact: You know, though, I needed every bit of that time, so I could detail my thoughts on what you had said. It takes a while to do, as you saw, cuz you're pretty inaccurate. But I won't be doing that again, nah-uh. You pretty much continued to regurgitate things I've been saying, with a twist of course, since you seem to be struggling for a decent angle to find on what I'm saying, since nothing really makes you look as invincible as you claim. It's not easy to dodge around the facts, though, Jarod. For instance, the fact that you are a one-track kind of guy, and so that Clothesline/Knee combo you're trying to sell to people is just not gonna fly! I know it's difficult to admit you got a break, but you're a guy, right? You've got flaws just like the rest of us guys, and unfortunately, you also have that mindset of certain guys, where you think you can ignore your flaws. I guess it was a key part of your training at the Dojo, eh? Too bad, Poe. You better reset that mindset, or you're gonna be eating even more canvas than I would predict, and that certainly wouldn't be much fun, for either of us. I expect you to be ready, Poe. I don't take the time to prepare, just to find my opponent providing a half-a**ed effort in the ring.
(Tact shifts on the stool.)
Tact: So I'll give you a little help. For starters, you should stop imagining things up. When did I ever say I was the favorite in this match? I only pointed out that you were NOT the favorite, in any way, shape, or form! I'm not going to be arrogant about this 'favorite' stuff...but don't think that it somehow makes me any less confident, either. I'm confident, you can bet your bike on that. But I'm not arrogant, Poe. I'm also not blind, so I can point out what should be obvious: Stephen Morgan did outwit you. And if you want to know how, just look at the tape and watch how bad he faked you out going to his tights...multiple times. He made you paranoid and overthink, Poe...he threw you off your game, and even Tony Ross and Rick Wiseman couldn't help but make note of it. Of course, they tried to sugar coat it, whereas I'm not so generous. I may not have gotten a title here in GLCW, but I certainly made it clear -- more than once, since my return -- that I wasn't interested in titles at the time. I had other priorities, and titles are still not one of my top priorities, otherwise I might be jumping like the rest of the gits for a shot at Maelstrom. But instead, I'm gonna wait for a match with Mael until after he's lost that belt. Say what you want about my position. It doesn't change the fact that I stated BACK when we wrestled last, that I wasn't enticed by the Television Title. So how much respect does the TITLE get, when you beat a guy who isn't interested in winning it? And speaking of getting title shots, and rematches...Manson sure seemed to get his pretty quick, after he lost to Mael. Maybe they just have you a bit further DOWN, though.
(Tact smirks and opens the Gatorade.)
Tact: Of course, YOU got something out of our match. Otherwise you wouldn't be harping on the fact that you beat me. And now you want my full focus on you, hm? Well I'm glad you care, Jarod. But honestly, my focus has not turned from you this whole time. Since our last match, I've had it on the backburner, and don't think I won't bring it up front and turn up the heat now that I've got the chance. I know I made mention to others, but I was just humoring you, after seeing how you are so focused on anything but this match. From the start you've been complaining on how you don't think you have a reason to show up. Of course, that's a lie because there's no way you'd no-show. You don't have the gall to do such a thing, which pleases me very much. I would be disappointed, after waiting for this. Believe whatever will get you to the ring, Poe. That's right where I want you for our match. Once the bell rings, of course, you may be regretting you showed up. But that's just natural, when you're being HUMBLED.
(Tact takes a couple gulps of Gatorade.)
Tact: You know one thing that glares about you, Poe? You just seem too caught up in the middle of your 'quest for revenge' to notice that you're going to BE revenged upon. You're already reaching for those you see as the 'big fishies' to put in your frying pan, while you're still stuck in my boiling pot. You're drowning in an ocean and just keep on taking in water. And you're only human, Jarod, so you aren't going to survive with that type of strategy. It's all coming to a head at Riptide, cuz that's where I'm going to hold you secure in the undertoe, until you just stay down...or out.
(Tact slides off the stool and stands with his arms crossed, Gatorade bottle still held in hand.)
Tact: And once I'm done with you, I'll leave you at the floor as I do what I always do. Move on.
(Tact gives one more smirk and then walks off camera as he chugs down some Gatorade. Fade out.)
(Fade in: to a GLCW backdrop, this time gold with a blue logo. Larry Tact sits on a stool, a bottle of red-colored Gatorade in hand, wearing a pair of silver leather pants, a black sleeveless t-shirt, fingerless gloves and boots. He smiles for the camera...a far less cheery tone to his voice.)
Tact: Well, Jarod...after hearing what you had to say in regards to my last appearance, I guess I owe an apology...to Extreme World and TB's Water World, for Jarod Poe's mixing up the venues. After all, I was at EXTREME World doing my spot for the day, while you were at TB's WATER World. I don't think they air those spots at the rival place's TV, and I don't think it was on the radio. So sure...(sarcastically) you 'fell asleep,' Jarod. Sure ya did. I think I saw a super slide out there, though, so nice try. While we're still in this area, maybe you should go get some directions and a map, to make sure you make it to the match on time. Or you should just pay more attention, instead of having your little picnic and watching other people going on rides. I guess it takes a REAL man to watch the people taking their turns on the rides, eh?
(Tact chuckles a bit.)
Tact: You know, though, I needed every bit of that time, so I could detail my thoughts on what you had said. It takes a while to do, as you saw, cuz you're pretty inaccurate. But I won't be doing that again, nah-uh. You pretty much continued to regurgitate things I've been saying, with a twist of course, since you seem to be struggling for a decent angle to find on what I'm saying, since nothing really makes you look as invincible as you claim. It's not easy to dodge around the facts, though, Jarod. For instance, the fact that you are a one-track kind of guy, and so that Clothesline/Knee combo you're trying to sell to people is just not gonna fly! I know it's difficult to admit you got a break, but you're a guy, right? You've got flaws just like the rest of us guys, and unfortunately, you also have that mindset of certain guys, where you think you can ignore your flaws. I guess it was a key part of your training at the Dojo, eh? Too bad, Poe. You better reset that mindset, or you're gonna be eating even more canvas than I would predict, and that certainly wouldn't be much fun, for either of us. I expect you to be ready, Poe. I don't take the time to prepare, just to find my opponent providing a half-a**ed effort in the ring.
(Tact shifts on the stool.)
Tact: So I'll give you a little help. For starters, you should stop imagining things up. When did I ever say I was the favorite in this match? I only pointed out that you were NOT the favorite, in any way, shape, or form! I'm not going to be arrogant about this 'favorite' stuff...but don't think that it somehow makes me any less confident, either. I'm confident, you can bet your bike on that. But I'm not arrogant, Poe. I'm also not blind, so I can point out what should be obvious: Stephen Morgan did outwit you. And if you want to know how, just look at the tape and watch how bad he faked you out going to his tights...multiple times. He made you paranoid and overthink, Poe...he threw you off your game, and even Tony Ross and Rick Wiseman couldn't help but make note of it. Of course, they tried to sugar coat it, whereas I'm not so generous. I may not have gotten a title here in GLCW, but I certainly made it clear -- more than once, since my return -- that I wasn't interested in titles at the time. I had other priorities, and titles are still not one of my top priorities, otherwise I might be jumping like the rest of the gits for a shot at Maelstrom. But instead, I'm gonna wait for a match with Mael until after he's lost that belt. Say what you want about my position. It doesn't change the fact that I stated BACK when we wrestled last, that I wasn't enticed by the Television Title. So how much respect does the TITLE get, when you beat a guy who isn't interested in winning it? And speaking of getting title shots, and rematches...Manson sure seemed to get his pretty quick, after he lost to Mael. Maybe they just have you a bit further DOWN, though.
(Tact smirks and opens the Gatorade.)
Tact: Of course, YOU got something out of our match. Otherwise you wouldn't be harping on the fact that you beat me. And now you want my full focus on you, hm? Well I'm glad you care, Jarod. But honestly, my focus has not turned from you this whole time. Since our last match, I've had it on the backburner, and don't think I won't bring it up front and turn up the heat now that I've got the chance. I know I made mention to others, but I was just humoring you, after seeing how you are so focused on anything but this match. From the start you've been complaining on how you don't think you have a reason to show up. Of course, that's a lie because there's no way you'd no-show. You don't have the gall to do such a thing, which pleases me very much. I would be disappointed, after waiting for this. Believe whatever will get you to the ring, Poe. That's right where I want you for our match. Once the bell rings, of course, you may be regretting you showed up. But that's just natural, when you're being HUMBLED.
(Tact takes a couple gulps of Gatorade.)
Tact: You know one thing that glares about you, Poe? You just seem too caught up in the middle of your 'quest for revenge' to notice that you're going to BE revenged upon. You're already reaching for those you see as the 'big fishies' to put in your frying pan, while you're still stuck in my boiling pot. You're drowning in an ocean and just keep on taking in water. And you're only human, Jarod, so you aren't going to survive with that type of strategy. It's all coming to a head at Riptide, cuz that's where I'm going to hold you secure in the undertoe, until you just stay down...or out.
(Tact slides off the stool and stands with his arms crossed, Gatorade bottle still held in hand.)
Tact: And once I'm done with you, I'll leave you at the floor as I do what I always do. Move on.
(Tact gives one more smirk and then walks off camera as he chugs down some Gatorade. Fade out.)