(CUTTO: Backstage with Jason Tripp who is standing with Larry Tact to his side.)
TRIPP: “Larry Tact, you seem fully focused going into your match tonight with Turk.”
TACT: “There is no need to hypothesize, Tripp. Turk will fall tonight.”
TRIPP: “I'd assume, then, you have a different game plan going into this match than your previous one with him?”
TACT: “Actually, no, I don't have a different game plan. In fact, I don't have any particular plan at all.”
TRIPP: “If you don't mind my saying, that sounds... unlike you.”
TACT: “Tripp, understand something. Turk is being backed by Juliet Marceau. You saw what happened the last time we went at it. You've seen how she's treated me the past half year. She can't take her eyes off of me. And while that mostly has to do with her... untamed impulses, which have now targeted me.... it means she will do anything it takes to get my attention. She will disrupt any plan of mine. So I'll just go with the flow.”
TRIPP: “With the BattleBRAWL on the horizon, does it make this match even more critical, then?”
(Tact sneers.)
TACT: What are you, blind? Of course it matters! This match isn't just about ridding New ERA of Wrestling of Turk... not just about putting fair Juliet in her place, again.... it's also about BattleBRAWL! That is what everything has led to... one night, one shot at showing YOU CAN hang with the top of this place. If there's one thing hardly anyone understands around here, it's that you aren't HANDED anything. Even DREDD, no matter HOW they did it, had to produce scheme after scheme to finally get their hands on the World Title. People may say the talent here is a walk in the park... it's not on par... but coincidentally, they've never held ANY title in this promotion.”
TRIPP: “That is true.”
TACT: “Now we have the likes of Copycat coming in, as if he's some great blessing to the fans. Copycat is what you'd call... a glory hog. He swoops in and steals people's thunder when it's ripe for the taking. He'll come in and 'entertain' the fans at BattleBRAWL, and that's all good. I just hope Copycat knows I won't be pausing to let him put on his sideshow for the fans. I'll be concerned with one thing and one thing only, and that's a shot at the World Championship. And if Copycat intends on showing he's good enough to hang in NEW for even one night... he'd better bring more than his side show performance.”
TRIPP: “Copycat will need to bring everything he has to compete with some of New ERA’s brightest stars.”
TACT: “As for the rest... what's there to say? My match tonight will speak all it needs about my intentions. I will not be so easily distracted from the World Championship like Chaos, for instance, who only needs special stipulation matches to placate himself. He wants people to believe he's all about 'taking it to the next level'.... but as far as I can tell, his definition of that is synonymous with increasing the amount of trash one can litter the ring with in a match. What is that supposed to prove? All it shows me is that a guy like Chaos.... he admits defeat before even showing up. But I have gone into the ring, time and time again, needing no special stipulations or any other weapons than what's been given me, and I have earned my place all over again. And that will be no more apparent than when I have my shot at replacing the World.... Heavyweight.... Championship... around my waist again.”
(Tact walks out of the shot.)
TRIPP: “There you have it … back to you guys at ringside!”
(CUTTO: Ringside.)
GHEORGHE: “This Revenge match should be brutal.”
JIVE: “Well, Turk is going to rearrange Larry Tact’s face with the mat … the ring steps .. the barricade …”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact has said that this rematch isn’t about saving face … but I can tell you that if he loses again tonight .. Tact won’t be happy.”
JIVE: “Juliet Marceau will be, though!”
(CUEUP: ‘Violet’ by Hole. The fans begin to jeer as Vice President Juliet Marceau comes from behind the curtain.)
JIVE: “Speaking of the devil!”
GHEORGHE: “Better not let her hear you say that.”
(Marceau ignores the fans trying to reach out at her as she walks around to the broadcast table and sits down.)
JIVE: “Good evening, Ms. Marceau! What a pleasure to have you with us for this match!”
MARCEAU: “Mmm, hmm.”
GHEORGHE: “Fans it looks like Juliet Marceau will be joining us for commentary! It’s great to have you here!”
MARCEAU: “Don’t try to suck up, Tom .. you’re already paid too much as far as I’m concerned.”
JIVE: “Yea!”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact will be taking on your personal hitman, Juliet, in this no count out, no disqualification match .. and the fans have been waiting for the chance for Tact to get retribution.”
MARCEAU: “The only thing Larry Tact is going to get is a free ride to the hospital.”
JIVE: “That’s what I was just saying!”
GHEORGHE: “Let’s go to Carl Jacobs for the ring introductions!”
(CUTTO: Carl Jacobs standing in the ring as the lineup for the match comes on screen.)
JACOBS: “The following REVENGE match is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty minute time limit … introducing first…”
(CUEUP: ‘Karma’ by Diffuser.. the fans pop huge as Larry Tact comes from behind the curtains.)
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact looks ready to go!”
JACOBS: “He stands six foot five … hailing from Manhattan, New York …. LARRY TACT!”
MARCEAU: “Here we go…”
GHEORGHE: “Here we go, what?”
(As soon as he finishes asking the question Turk runs from behind the curtain and clotheslines Larry Tact from behind knocking him down on the rampway. SFX: Bell rings!)
GHEORGHE: “AND TURK ATTACKS LARRY TACT!”
MARCEAU: “What a surprise!”
GHEORGHE: “You knew that was going to happen!”
MARCEAU: “I am the vice president of New ERA, Tom.”
JIVE: “Yea! So show her some respect!”
GHEORGHE: “Turk with a hold of Tact’s hair as he brings him back to his feet… and he slugs him right in the jaw! Turk now grabs the tights of the former World champion … AND SLAMS HIM FACE FIRST RIGHT INTO THE RING STEPS!”
JIVE: “See! I told you he would rearrange his face with the steps!”
MARCEAU: “I love this.”
GHEORGHE: “Turk now stomping on the torso of Tact … and he gives him a swift kick to the gut! Larry Tact is taking a beating to start things off.”
MARCEAU: “Start things off? This match is going to be over in just a few seconds!”
GHEORGHE: “If you think Larry Tact is going to be defeated by this sneak attack then you are seriously delusional!”
JIVE: “Are you questioning her sanity?!”
GHEORGHE: “You know what I meant!”
MARCEAU: “I don’t think I do, Tom.. and neither will payroll.”
GHEORGHE: “Turk goes down to pick up Tact … but Larry Tact with a punch to the face of Turk! And another! Larry Tac.. NO! Turk plants the boot right in the face of Tact and he’s down on the arena floor!”
MARCEAU: “These fans are getting a taste of just how untalented Larry Tact really is.”
GHEORGHE: “Turk now grabbing Tact and bringing him to his feet … irish whip … REVERSAL BY TACT … AND TURK GOES BACKFIRST INTO THE GUARDRAIL!”
JIVE: “No! Tact can’t do that!”
GHEORGHE: “He did .. and he follows it up with a clothesline THAT SENDS TURK OVER THE GUARDRAIL AND INTO THE FANS!”
MARCEAU: “Great .. not only is Larry Tact causing me problems .. but now he’s going to get New ERA sued.”
GHEORGHE: “Tact reaches over and grabs the head of Turk… and suplexes him back to the ringside area! Larry Tact now picks up the LoC superstar and he tosses him in the ring.”
JIVE: “Only Larry Tact is stupid enough to take a no disqualification match inside the ring.”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact could beat Turk inside the ring without having the no disqualification stipulation, Nick.”
MARCEAU: “He didn’t the last time these two faced off.”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact slides in the ring and he drops the elbow on Turk! Quick cover … ONE … but Turk easily kicks out.”
MARCEAU: “Tact must be dreaming if he thinks he’s going to end this that quickly.”
GHEORGHE: “Tact with Turk by the hair .. and he brings him over to the corner … AND STARTS SLAMMING HIS HEAD INTO THE TURNBUCKLE PAD!”
CROWD: “THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!”
GHEORGHE: “Tact lets go of Turk .. and Turk stumbles out of the corner … Tact comes out after him … AND DRIVES THE HEAD INTO THE MAT WITH A RUNNING BULLDOG!”
JIVE: “Larry Tact packed the turnbuckle pad full of steel!”
GHEORGHE: “WHAT?”
JIVE: “That’s the only explanation!”
GHEORGHE: “I think you partied a little too hard last night, Nick.”
JIVE: “There’s no such thing as partying too hard!”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact has control of this match now .. and he slides to the outside!”
JIVE: “Run Tact … run while you still can!”
GHEORGHE: “He’s not running, Nick, he’s going underneath the ring!”
MARCEAU: “He’s hiding.”
GHEORGHE: “He is NOT!”
JIVE: “You’re right .. he’s not that smart!”
GHEORGHE: “Oh, give me a break! Larry Tact comes back from underneath the ring .. and HE’S BRINGING THE RING CONSTRUCTION BAG OUT WITH HIM!”
MARCEAU: “Better watch out…”
GHEORGHE: “Tact stands … AND TURK BASEBALL SLIDES RIGHT INTO HIS FACE KNOCKING TACT BACK INTO THE GUARDRAIL! Turk hops out of the ring and takes the bag … JUST TO SMASH IT INTO TACT’s FACE!”
JIVE: “There’s all sorts of heavy tools in there, Gheorghe .. wrenches and everything!”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact is slumped against the guardrail .. and Turk charges in and drives a knee right into the face of the former World Champion.”
MARCEAU: “I bet Tact wishes he never crossed me now.”
GHEORGHE: “This match is not over yet, Juliet …”
MARCEAU: “That’s Ms. Marceau to you.”
GHEORGHE: “Turk backs up and sizes Tact for another knee … Turk charges in .. BUT TACT ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND TURK HITS THE GUARDRAIL!”
MARCEAU: “Dammit .. can’t someone maim him?”
GHEORGHE: “Turk goes down holding his knee … and Larry Tact is still on the floor.”
JIVE: “What use is it rolling out of the way when you can’t even capitalize?”
GHEORGHE: “How about not taking more punishment?”
JIVE: “You’re going to have to do better than THAT, Gheorghe.”
GHEORGHE: “The fans are on their feet cheering for Larry Tact… AND TACT STARTS TO GET TO HIS FEET! Larry Tact grabs the bag of ring tools … AND SLAMS IT UPSIDE TURK’s HEAD! AND AGAIN! Turk is in a daze!”
MARCEAU: “Turk will bounce back .. just you watch!”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact goes back underneath the ring … AND HE BRINGS OUT A FIRE EXTINGUISHER … AND BASHES IT AGAINST THE SKULL OF THE LoC SUPERSTAR! Larry Tact fumbling around with the extinguisher…”
JIVE: “He better figure out what he’s doing with it .. Turk is using the guardrail to get to his feet.”
GHEORGHE: “Turk is still in a daze, though … he gets to his feet .. AND LARRY TACT PULLS THE PIN … AND SPRAYS THE CONTENTS OF THE EXTINGUISHER IN THE EYES OF TURK! Turk goes back down to the arena floor and he’s holding his eyes!”
MARCEAU: “He’s trying to blind him! That is despicable!”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact grabs the LoC Superstar by the legs … AND CATAPULTS HIM …… RIGHT INTO THE RING POST!”
JIVE: “But Turk is still on his feet!”
GHEORGHE: “That’s only because he’s spread out against the post, Nick!”
JIVE: “Nonetheless!”
GHEORGHE: “Tact grabs the arms of Turk … DOUBLE ARM SUPLEX TO THE ARENA FLOOR! Larry Tact has taken control of this match and he doesn’t look like he’s going to let it go!”
MARCEAU: “He will if he knows what’s good for him!”
GHEORGHE: “You have thrown everything but the kitchen sink at Larry Tact since the beginning of New ERA … and it looks like Larry Tact is going to come out on top .. AGAIN!”
MARCEAU: “Then get me a kitchen sink! I’ll teach that bastard a lesson!”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact grabs Turk .. and he tosses him into the ring… and now Larry Tact rolls in after him .. and the fans have really gotten behind the former World Champion!”
JIVE: “They’re college students … they’re probably drunk .. or high .. or both! They have no clue what’s going on.”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact drops the leg on the head of Turk …. And makes a cover … ONE …. TWO … TH—KICKOUT!”
MARCEAU: “Larry Tact is doing everything he can and he STILL can’t get Turk to quit!”
GHEORGHE: “Tact grabs the legs of Turk … AND HE LOCKS ON A BOSTON CRAB!! Larry Tact has the Boston Crab on Turk in the middle of the ring … and Turk is screaming in pain!”
JIVE: “I think he’s yelling about how Tact is a pussy!”
GHEORGHE: “I don’t think so, Nick! Turk is reaching for the ropes .. but he’s too far away!”
JIVE: “He’s playing with Tact, Gheorghe … it’s all a game!”
GHEORGHE: “Are we watching the same match?! Larry Tact rides back with the Crab … and Turk is stuck! There’s no getting out of it… BUT TACT RELEASES THE CRAB!”
MARCEAU: “Tact was never the smartest guy on our roster.”
GHEORGHE: “Turk is lying on his back in the middle of the ring … and Larry Tact is heading to the corner … TACT IS CLIMBING THE ROPES!”
JIVE: “Now where is he going?”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact is perched high atop the ropes … AND HE FLIES OFF WITH THE ELBOW … AND CONNECTS! Larry Tact hops to his feet … AND THE CROWD GOES WILD AS HE SIGNALS FOR THE END OF THE MATCH!”
MARCEAU: “Not on my watch!”
(Marceau throws off the headset.)
GHEORGHE: “AND JULIET MARCEAU HAS LEFT THE TABLE AND IS CLIMBING ON THE RING APRON!”
JIVE: “She’s a hands on type of Vice President, Gheorghe!”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact picked up Turk getting ready for that Uranage Suplex … but he dropped him as Marceau is on the outside apron! Tact smiles as he walks over to her … and now Marceau is REALLY letting him have it!”
JIVE: “I think she’s dropped about four or five f-bombs, Gheorghe … now THAT’s a lady!”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact is smiling …. AND HE JUST BLEW HER A KISS!”
(SFX: Crowd jeers!)
GHEORGHE: “AND JULIET MARCEAU JUST SLAPPED TACT ACROSS THE FACE! TACT TAKES A STEP BACK … AND TURK WITH A ROLL UP!!! ONE ….. TWO …… THREEE!!!!!”
JIVE: “HE DID IT AGAIN!”
GHEORGHE: “NOOOOOO!!! Tact kicked out!! Juliet Marceau standing on the ring apron and she stomps her feet! Larry Tact quickly back to his feet as is Turk … Turk goes for a short arm clothesline .. BUT TACT DUCKS! Turk turns … kick to the gut by Larry Tact …. AND HE PILEDRIVES THE LoC SUPERSTAR TO THE MAT! Larry Tact picks Turk up ……….. THE HUMBLING!!! TACT HITS THE URANAGE SUPLEX!”
JIVE: “NO DAMMIT!”
GHEORGHE: “ONE ……… TWO …….. THREE!!! TACT DID IT!”
(SFX: Bell rings.)
JACOBS: “The winner of this match ….. LARRY TACT!”
GHEORGHE: “Turk is out cold in the middle of the ring … and Juliet Marceau’s jaw dropped about five feet to the floor!”
JIVE: “This is a travesty!”
GHEORGHE: “LARRY TACT FOILS MARCEAU ONCE AGAIN!”
JIVE: “She is NOT happy!”
GHEORGHE: “Larry Tact is celebrating in the ring … AND MARCEAU HOPS IN! Juliet Marceau just ripped the microphone out of the hands of Carl Jacobs and she walks over and starts jabbing her finger in Larry Tact’s chest!”
