Background check.....
A very decorated room, assumably inside the apartment of Larry Tact. All the sides have, or are decorated with, something unique. One side has a trophy case, although right now only a few titles fill the bottom couple shelves. Another side has a cabinet, with shelves and shelves of tapes stacked and packed within it. A wall elsewhere has promotional posters of various things; not just wrestling, but advertisements for other products as well. There are assorted things around the room, but the last wall we come to, the doorside wall, has a number of pictures adorning it. At least some, if not all, are the faces of wrestlers, and Larry Tact stands in front of this wall. He has on a pair of black workout pants, sneakers, and a sleeveless gray shirt. His body exhibits calm, though his expression has a tinge of what might be described as spite on it.
Tact: I know you've been through a lot of turmoil in your time, Nemesis. And, from what I've witnessed, it is mostly due to your actions. However, my grief and pain is not something you have experienced, to my knowledge. I won't go into it much, as it isn't terribly relevant to our coming match. I'm also tired of telling the story of my life to the masses, and in effect making it some public spectacle. Although perhaps I'll write a book about it someday, so all the drama-starved crazies can indulge. That way, at least it'll make me an extra few bucks. But that time is certainly not now.
Tact turns to a side profile, looking to the wall of pictures.
Tact: This is what I'd like to bring to attention right now. I call it....well, I don't have any particular name for it. Everyone has a name for these things, so the most original idea is to just not have any name for it. Regardless, though...it is a list of wrestlers that I wish to face, for whatever reason I may have. But among those on this wall lay the specters of my past.
Tact points to one of the pictures.
Tact: Here we have KRoW, the man who I believe, at least, caused all the crap that led to my...problems of the past year or so. I would find him and take him out, personally, but (points to another picture) Shawn Hart has already taken care of it for me. Now KRoW is off somewhere, nursing the neck injury Hart gave him, his career laid to rest. Ironic that, of all people, I have Shawn Hart to thank. Even so...I'd rather punk the little prick out, before thanking him.
Tact searches around and then points to two pictures, side-by-side.
Tact: Doc Silver....and Billy Matthews. Silver is probably the most elusive on this wall. He and Matthews did a number on me, and I mean to return the favor to them someday. It's a shame he didn't follow Golem here; as Maelstrom, Rabesque, Jon Savage, myself and others from the WWL have. I'd be happy to return the favor he did for me....months in the hospital and all.
Tact returns to his original facing position, arms crossed.
Tact: Those are the recent ones that come to mind. Of course there are others -- there always are -- but again...that whole 'public spectacle' thing. My financial issues are in order, and I have actually taken the past year to dive into other fields of interest. You see, I go beyond just wrestling, Nemesis. I could have been more 'popular' with the general public, who are always looking for a way to scrutinize this industry.
Tact continues over to the wall of posters. He stands next to one with him on it, a very attractive model with an arm wrapped around his, her other hand caressing his face as he smiles. Tact has an arm wrapped around her shoulders, while coolly holding a bottle of suntan lotion in his hand.
Tact: It's funny how one day, your life can be redirected into the gutter....and then eight or so months later, another day can turn it back towards the light. What I'm getting at is that, apparently, I've got 'the stuff' to be a real marketer. A money maker. And make money I did, for myself in particular, in a variety of advertisements. That's just one of the interesting things I managed to fall into the graces of. So you see, I didn't need to come back. You talk about reasons, and what drives a wrestler to come into and stay in this business. Well, I found out that, "hey, what the hell am I staying in this ring for? To get abused in matches that aren't even recognized by the show promoters? Promoters who won't cover my medical, because I have no legal means of getting an official match or contract? Honestly....what am I smoking?!" It was ridiculous, especially when I could make quick cash standing, holding a bottle of body lotion, while being surrounded by attractive women. The biggest damage I could take was fatigue from all the....action.
A grin forms on Tact's face. He walks over to the trophy case, and sits down in front of it. He momentarily points a thumb at the case, with the replica belts inside.
Tact: But as much as I tried, I could never really forget about wrestling. Tried to stop watching televised events....lasted a week or two. If I ever went on a radio show to promote one of the products I was signed to advertise, what were the questions that always manage to creep their ways in? "So, are you looking at a return to wrestling in the near future?" "Is this promoting a sign that Larry Tact will be back in wrestling?" "What's the timetable for your return to the ring?" Because that's the biggest thing I'm known for, is my wrestling career. My dealings in the business world, while prosperous, couldn't be discerned from all the other stock market people. Not that my reputation there hasn't tanked, and isn't still in the gutter, anyway. It was nice while it lasted, though. But wrestling was my niche. My injuries were healed, I was physically fit as ever....but my heart was weak to wrestling. I had no desire to come back. So the occasional fan coming up and wanting to know the 'inside story' got a pretty disappointing answer. Larry Tact wasn't coming back. A couple months in a hospital makes someone do a lot of thinking. I had come into wrestling to showcase my skills, prove that I was the best wrestler in whatever promotion I joined, and rise up to the top of that promotion. Just as my original moniker indicated, when I stepped into the ring, it would be "showtime." But it wasn't "showtime." It was "go time"; time for me and wrestling to part ways. And honestly, I was satisfied for a little while. I was resolved to the 'truth' being that wrestling wasn't in my plans anymore. I believed I had buried it....just another specter, six feet under. What I didn't grasp was that specters are astral, and burying them doesn't keep them away forever. And then there were these.....
Tact taps on the glass front of the case.
Tact: At first, they were just sitting pretty in this case, which isn't very filled might I add. However, I didn't want to get rid of them, because they were a successful part of my life, and at least deserved to be acknowledged as such. Also, I wasn't about to reject things I achieved due to success in my life. I needed to remember the positive things, to keep me hopeful that good times lay ahead. But eventually, the questions, occasional fan, and these straps came to be more than just a remembrance. Eventually, there was a spark in my heart. And that spark became a candlelight. That candlelight was placed under some firewood, and eventually...the woodpile caught fire. By then, it was only a matter of time....a court appeal's time, in fact. This case might not be totally filled, or even half filled. But that's fine, because titles aren't what I entered the ring for in the first place. It was to prove that I am the best wrestler. However, that is no longer the case.
Tact gets up from the floor, and passes by the cabinet of tapes as he moves towards the wall with the wrestlers' pictures on it.
Tact: This room is how I dealt with my stress and frustration, Nemesis. I got organized. I put my past, present, and future in order. Now I return, a more focused man. A more versatile wrestler. Yes, a more mature person, as well. I return with the knowledge that there is no one single 'best' of this industry. There are, however, people at the top of every promotion. And so that is where I set my standard, just as I always have....at the top. But there is still one specter -- or should I say, Spectre -- that has eluded me for some time. He contends with Silver as one of the most elusive of my past.
Tact moves from where he is standing, and a picture of Ellis Scott is one among those on the wall.
Tact: I've been waiting a good long while for you to come back, Nemesis. You had, briefly, last year, but I missed the chance then. Malec may be a jack***, but aren't most successful businessmen? I could say, with confidence, that King Krusher is a big doof....because aren't most security officials? (chuckles) Malec and Krusher don't concern me, though. If they try to make things unnecessarily complicated for me, I won't hesitate to make them regret it. But as long as Malec looks on his roster sheet and writes me my paychecks, he doesn't have to so much as remember my name. As long as Krusher stays out of my way, and out of my face, I won't make him look bad....and maybe I won't look at Lady V, either.
Tact snickers, but then clears his throat and becomes quite stern with his tone.
Tact: As for you, Nemesis....well, all you have to do is bring your best to that ring, and you'll have your request granted. Just as I said, I aim for the top, and I won't bring my game down for anyone. We're both fresh, which will make your defeat at my hands all the more pleasing. You see, you are the only one that I have tried and not been able to rectify defeat against before, Nemesis. Be proud of that, and remember the feeling....because I mean to repair that problem very soon. When we meet in the ring, it will not be for a title. It will not be for pride, or vengeance. It will not be for the fans. It will not be to show anything to Malec, or any of the other wrestlers in the GLCW. They are all simply lucky enough to find themselves watching two of the most concealed diamonds in the rough. But this match is for two reasons, and two reasons alone. Those reasons being, of course, yours and mine for coming back. You have stated yours...or some of yours. I have already stated that I am not in it to prove myself to be the best wrestler in the GLCW. I don't need to prove that anymore. Gold? I still remain steadfast in the fact that I am not in it for gold. If any GLCW wrestlers doubt me, I'll reintroduce you to my trophy case. If the belts come into the picture, then all the better, but I'm more concerned with the Champion, the person, than the strap. Because it is the wrestler who makes the belt, not the belt who makes the wrestler. The primary reason for my return, though....is because I can't stay away. I will wrestle again because I have the desire to, and right now, there just isn't more to it than that, though perhaps there will be, eventually. It might not be a match for the ages, Nemesis.....
Tact walks to the case of multimedia and pats it.
Tact: ...but it will be one for the records. A new beginning, one in which I am determined to start with a victory.
Tact now walks toward the open doorway, but stops and leans in the frame, a smirk on his face.
Tact: The only other things I have to say, I say to the GLCW as a whole. As much talking as I will do here, my actions in the ring always speak my final words for me. I know that I'll bring my best, so let's see if you bring something to top that....or if you get humbled in that ring, and realize that you were just....tactilized.......
Tact trails off with his last word as he walks out of the room. The camera pans back over to the wall of pictures, and we see some familiar faces, right in line next to that of Nemesis: Jon Savage, Michael Manson, Maelstrom, Jean Rabesque...and Golem. Fade out.