It's all about marking out....
Fade in: to an ol' fashioned blue backdrop, with the GLCW logo emblazoned above. Larry Tact stands in front of the backdrop, his bleach blonde hair styled in downward spikes, dressed in a sleeveless blue shirt with a zipped up zipper. He also has on black leather pants, fingerless gloves, and boots. Other accessories include silver-rimmed, blue-lensed sunglasses covering his eyes. Tact sounds all business, as his somewhat low toned voice fills the air of the studio.
Tact: I want to start off by revising my opinion on something..or more accurately, someone. That lucky person would be....King Krusher. Yes, the GLCW Commissioner, himself! See...I made a comment about K.K. that, well...it's not so accurate. I'll admit, when I said in my "Brutal Truth" interview that he just sat on his *** waiting for a brawl to break out, it wasn't the right thing to say.
Tact pauses, looks down to the floor, then back up with a fresh breath.
Tact: What I should have said was something to the effect of, "King Krusher doesn't wait for a brawl to break out. He's too busy basking in his own ego to even notice when a brawl does break out!!"
Tact, clearly agitated now, removes his sunglasses and glares into the camera.
Tact: I mean, COME ON KRUSHER!! Is it so difficult to see when a man who has NO reason to be at ringside, namely JARED FREAKING WELLS, come down and blatantly screw me out of a good, hard fought victory?!? I mean, tell me why that referee wasn't disqualifying Cannonball Kidd right when Wells interrupted my pinfall? We all know you have trouble enough keeping the wrestlers in line, and this is only one example. But don't tell me that you can't even keep the referees up to speed! Do you even make sure they're trained, Krusher? I didn't come to GLCW to have my future opponents lash out, clearly due to jealousy, and not be punished! So suck it up, K.K., and take credit for this mockery of..."fairness"....
Tact's eyes are bulging out of his head at this point, but he takes some deep breaths and composes himself. He looks to a person off-camera, and sneers.
Tact: You...what are you standing there for? Go make yourself look like you should be here. Go get me a stool.
Tact puts his shades back on and addresses the camera once again, crossing him arms, still with a bit of a frown.
Tact: I'll be fair, though, as I always am. If there's one thing Krusher did half-right, it's make this match at RINGLORDS 1 between myself and that putrid Jared Wells. JARED 'RAGE O' FIYA" WELLS! Yeah, you're the "rage" alright...the rage of all the teeny bopper, valley girl, underage weenies out there. In the ring, you're not so hot, Wells. I've seen you talkin' the talk since your return. You're real good at that, aren't you. But in your matches, I haven't seen you walkin' the walk. Walkin' the plank is more like it, to quote another low-life. It's been one mockery after another, your matches. Because while you'll claim innocence, it's easy to tell what you're doing. You're getting nice and comfy...settling in to the new surroundings. Little by little, you'll start talking trash about more people. You'll push the envelope, then go a little further each time. It's just to "light a fire" under them, right? No harm....pfft, bull****!
Tact sneers again, uncrossing his arms and pacing back and forth, pointing every now and then, for emphasis.
Tact: You're no better than the rest of the circus that's come to this place. Justice, Manson, Maelstrom, Poe...you're just another act with a different cover. But you all have the same self-absorbed, greedy intention. That's no good for wrestling, and since the management doesn't seem to care, I'll personally make you pay.
Tact stop pacing and faces forward, taking his sunglasses off again.
Tact: You know, I'm not surprised Malec would sign you, Wells. He pushes the envelope, too, and then goes that little bit extra to produce the best results. The problem is, signing you was going a bit too far. He should have been smart, and left you out. Just like he did during the FWF days.
A small grin shows on Tact's face now.
Tact: Fortunately for Malec, he picked up a counter-card for you, Wells. He has Larry Tact on board, and I'm going to rectify his mistake. Because when I beat you senseless at RINGLORDS, Wells, your instincts are going to kick in. So when you wake up a couple days later, you'll follow your instincts..and quit again. You won't come back to Riptide...Wired...or any of the people who you "truly adore." No...you'll forget about them, whether it be from my knocking you out, or your own choice to do so. I'll come out at Riptide, though, and I'll get a microphone and address your fans for you. I'll tell them....
Tact turns and acts as if talking on the stick, using his closed free hand as a makeshift mic.
Tact: "See, what did I say? I told you all that Wells was going to come in and see who he could hook, only to use, abuse, and ditch you when he got tired of it all. Just like a drug that doesn't give enough of a kick after a while, he didn't "feel the rage" anymore, after I laid him out!"
Tact finishes the last sentence, and savors it, staying in side profile position, hand closed. After a few seconds of pause, Tact turns back forward and smiles.
Tact: At least I'm honest, though. I tell those people I don't want their pity, their girly screams, or their drunken chants. I don't mess with their heads, or make them believe. What I do is whatever it takes to accomplish my goal. Of course, I can't predict when some MORON is going to come in and mess up what I do...namely, wrestle and pin someone, only to have it broken up without penalty!
Tact begins to get agitated again, but calms himself. He replaces his shades over his eyes.
Tact: No matter, though. When RINGLORDS rolls around, it's all going to come back at you, Wells. The one who is going to have a mockery made of them, is YOU! I'll be more than happy to be responsible for your lying on the canvas, or floor, a bloody mess, as the referee counts to ten. At that moment, Jared Wells, you will be HUMBLED.
At this time, one of the studio personnel comes on camera with a stool. He sets it in front of Tact, who looks at the person with disgust. Taking off his shades, Tact knocks the stool over.
Tact: What is this?
Personnel Guy: Well, um, sir..that is..you said you wanted a stool and...well..they were, um..stored away from here..so...
Tact: Well thanks for nothing, numbnuts! I needed this for when I was here, but you know what? I'm done! (walking off, grumbling) Useless little...
Tact walks away, leaving the personnel guy swallowing hard. The camera watches as Tact swings open a door, then slams it shut as he exits the studio. Fade out.
After he stops recording, the cameraman hurries over to the stool-bearing personnel guy.
CM: Dude, you almost got smacked! With the mood he was in, I'm surprised he didn't b****slap you.
Personnel Guy: WHO CARES, THAT WAS GREAT!! I think we pissed him off even MORE! starts laughing I hope Wells beats his *** at the Pay-Per-View!
CM: Yeah, that'd make it even better! I can't wait for that!
The two, apparently fans of Jared Wells, laugh and slap hands, grinning madly, then walk off.