Post by Jonny Fly on May 14, 2013 21:05:22 GMT -5
This is a joint RP series between Steve Orbit and I.
The Introduction:
Here we are, looking down on Jonny Fly's mansion. Aerial view. A black limosine has just parked in front of the house. The driver exits the vehicle and opens the door for his passenger-- from up here, we see a pair of legs with alligator boots swing out first... purple suit, then a hat with a feather... looks like "The Mack" Steve Orbit. But why would he be at Jonny Fly's mansion? They hate each other...
But wait, they're being forced to tag at Slam this Sunday. Will they be able to get along, even if it's just long enough to win the match? Fly meets Orbit at the door and invites him in. A few minutes later, they're sitting at an outside patio table. It's a pretty nice day and all.
Jonny Fly: I had my reasons for calling you out. It should be fairly obvious by now. You still have a job, and you're motivated. You're performing better than ever. You really should be thanking me for that.
Steve Orbit: Man, I ain't gotta thank nobody for nothin'.
Jonny Fly: One other thing, I want you to hear this from me-- I never asked Waylon to interfere on my behalf. I think you know that, deep down. He's got his own issues with you, and he's acted on his own.
Steve Orbit: I know. I don't really blame you for capitalizing on it, I woulda done the same thing. But seriously-- I know you ain't call me out here just to talk about this shit. What's really goin' on?
Jonny Fly: I'm getting to that. First... you understand that Genesis is holding you back, right? It's becoming more and more clear that you mean nothing to that group... and honestly, they shouldn't mean anything to you. You're just kind of a collection of wrestlers who all have your own individual agenda. A group purpose-- that's what Genesis lacks, and that's why Genesis will never be as strong as... say, Pantheon, for example.
Steve Orbit: Look, I ain't come here to talk about Genesis. Not with you. And personal shit aside, we got the World title and the US title, so I think we strong enough.
Jonny Fly: That's a shame, because I thought we had something in common to discuss.
Steve Orbit: What the fuck would YOU and ME have in common?
Jonny Fly: I'm talking about the growing rift between yourself and the World champion, Sarah Twilight. As you know, I can't stand the bitch, and I have my reasons. But you-- seemingly, the two of you were very close, and now... not. What happened?
Orbit pauses for a moment, tilting his head onto his fist, as if trying to decide if this is the proper time and place to air his grievances. Shortly, he makes a decision.
Steve Orbit: She got everybody fooled, man, but not me. Not me. Her whole vibe... yo, she's usin' Genesis to boost her own profile, she's usin' Ana, she's usin' Logan... she's usin' your boy Purse like a mother fucker. Homie, this bitch is cold blooded. I grew up around these women, man, I can smell it a mile away. Now she's tryin' to turn Genesis against me because I'm on to her. The problem is... I can't prove anything, I just have my gut, and I trust that, you know what I'm sayin'? So everybody just be lookin' at me like I'm jealous, or I done gone crazy because of Waylon breakin' up the tag team, or whatever. Anything Sarah says, everybody go along with it. I can't STAND it. It's fuckin' bullshit.
Fly is nodding along.
Jonny Fly: Yeah, she's always wanted the spotlight for herself. That much is obvious. Since the day she walked into this company she thought she was better than every last one of us. She's not, not even close.
Steve Orbit: But it's more than that, Fly. Trust me. She'll burn this whole fuckin' place down to get what she wants. She ain't right.
Jonny Fly: You know, nobody is forcing you to stay aligned with her. You could walk away, stop worrying about all this bullshit. Your name is big enough to stand on it's own.
Steve Orbit: I realize that, but if I walk away, she wins. And I ain't lettin' her take the whole fuckin' group down with her. Sarah Twilight is not Genesis. Me and Franky are the only ones left who been down from day one. The only way I'm leavin' Genesis is if they kick me out. Until then, I'ma fight for them, straight up.
Jonny Fly: That's all well and good. I actually wouldn't expect you to say anything less. You know, you're not a bad dude, really. Maybe Corey is right about you.
Steve Orbit: I appreciate that. You know, up until that whole thing leading up to Explosion, I thought we were cool. I didn't really get where you were comin' from, it kinda caught me off guard, you know what I'm sayin'?
Jonny Fly: It's in the past now.
There's a few moments of silence, and then Orbit starts laughing.
Steve Orbit: Remember that pimpin' competition we did last year?
Fly laughs.
Jonny Fly: Good times.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, that shit was ridiculous.
Jonny Fly: Funny you brought it up, because I was thinking... what if we did it again?
Steve Orbit: Damn, you wanna lose another hundred grand, homie?
Fly laughs.
Jonny Fly: I was thinking, maybe we do something a little different this time.
Steve Orbit: Yeah?
Jonny Fly: What if we have a target-- one woman, and whoever has sex with her first, wins.
Steve Orbit: Aight... but who's the woman?
Fly cracks a big smile.
Jonny Fly: Sarah Twilight.
Steve Orbit: What?! Are you serious, man?
Jonny Fly: Serious as a heart attack.
Steve Orbit: You crazy?
Jonny Fly: It hasn't been...exactly...proven, but maybe?
Steve Orbit: That's fuckin'... that's mission impossible, man. She don't even wanna SEE neither one of us, let alone bust her thang out for us.
Jonny Fly: I know, that's what makes it interesting. But, it's you and me. The suavest motherfuckers this company has ever seen. We have more notches in our bedposts than there are bedposts. So what do you say?
Steve Orbit: Shit, man... what you puttin' up?
Jonny Fly: Five hundred grand. Half a million dollars to the winner. I assume you can cover that when I win?
Steve Orbit: When YOU win? Shit, I got Sarah on speed dial, what you got?
Jonny Fly: I've got more game than you. That's what I got.
Orbit laughs.
Steve Orbit: You got yourself a mother fuckin' wager. So whoever gets Twilight in bed first-- and we're talkin' full-on intercourse-- is the winner. But how we gonna prove it?
Jonny Fly: Set up a camera, obviously. Extra fifty grand for her underwear.
Steve Orbit: You crazy as hell. And I LIKE it.
The two men laugh as they shake hands, confirming the bet.
Jonny Fly: Well, I think we should get started. To be fair, what do you say we both start the hunt in her hometown, Los Angelas .
Orbit looks at his watch.
Steve Orbit: Game on, player. Best of luck.
Both men get up to leave...
Jonny Fly: Oh, by the way, if you lose-- you're fired.
Orbit screws his face up.
Steve Orbit: Look here, mother f--
Jonny Fly: I'm joking, relax.
Orbit shakes his head, laughs, and walks away. The hunt has begun. Pimping Competition II is officially underway.
The Introduction:
Here we are, looking down on Jonny Fly's mansion. Aerial view. A black limosine has just parked in front of the house. The driver exits the vehicle and opens the door for his passenger-- from up here, we see a pair of legs with alligator boots swing out first... purple suit, then a hat with a feather... looks like "The Mack" Steve Orbit. But why would he be at Jonny Fly's mansion? They hate each other...
But wait, they're being forced to tag at Slam this Sunday. Will they be able to get along, even if it's just long enough to win the match? Fly meets Orbit at the door and invites him in. A few minutes later, they're sitting at an outside patio table. It's a pretty nice day and all.
Jonny Fly: I had my reasons for calling you out. It should be fairly obvious by now. You still have a job, and you're motivated. You're performing better than ever. You really should be thanking me for that.
Steve Orbit: Man, I ain't gotta thank nobody for nothin'.
Jonny Fly: One other thing, I want you to hear this from me-- I never asked Waylon to interfere on my behalf. I think you know that, deep down. He's got his own issues with you, and he's acted on his own.
Steve Orbit: I know. I don't really blame you for capitalizing on it, I woulda done the same thing. But seriously-- I know you ain't call me out here just to talk about this shit. What's really goin' on?
Jonny Fly: I'm getting to that. First... you understand that Genesis is holding you back, right? It's becoming more and more clear that you mean nothing to that group... and honestly, they shouldn't mean anything to you. You're just kind of a collection of wrestlers who all have your own individual agenda. A group purpose-- that's what Genesis lacks, and that's why Genesis will never be as strong as... say, Pantheon, for example.
Steve Orbit: Look, I ain't come here to talk about Genesis. Not with you. And personal shit aside, we got the World title and the US title, so I think we strong enough.
Jonny Fly: That's a shame, because I thought we had something in common to discuss.
Steve Orbit: What the fuck would YOU and ME have in common?
Jonny Fly: I'm talking about the growing rift between yourself and the World champion, Sarah Twilight. As you know, I can't stand the bitch, and I have my reasons. But you-- seemingly, the two of you were very close, and now... not. What happened?
Orbit pauses for a moment, tilting his head onto his fist, as if trying to decide if this is the proper time and place to air his grievances. Shortly, he makes a decision.
Steve Orbit: She got everybody fooled, man, but not me. Not me. Her whole vibe... yo, she's usin' Genesis to boost her own profile, she's usin' Ana, she's usin' Logan... she's usin' your boy Purse like a mother fucker. Homie, this bitch is cold blooded. I grew up around these women, man, I can smell it a mile away. Now she's tryin' to turn Genesis against me because I'm on to her. The problem is... I can't prove anything, I just have my gut, and I trust that, you know what I'm sayin'? So everybody just be lookin' at me like I'm jealous, or I done gone crazy because of Waylon breakin' up the tag team, or whatever. Anything Sarah says, everybody go along with it. I can't STAND it. It's fuckin' bullshit.
Fly is nodding along.
Jonny Fly: Yeah, she's always wanted the spotlight for herself. That much is obvious. Since the day she walked into this company she thought she was better than every last one of us. She's not, not even close.
Steve Orbit: But it's more than that, Fly. Trust me. She'll burn this whole fuckin' place down to get what she wants. She ain't right.
Jonny Fly: You know, nobody is forcing you to stay aligned with her. You could walk away, stop worrying about all this bullshit. Your name is big enough to stand on it's own.
Steve Orbit: I realize that, but if I walk away, she wins. And I ain't lettin' her take the whole fuckin' group down with her. Sarah Twilight is not Genesis. Me and Franky are the only ones left who been down from day one. The only way I'm leavin' Genesis is if they kick me out. Until then, I'ma fight for them, straight up.
Jonny Fly: That's all well and good. I actually wouldn't expect you to say anything less. You know, you're not a bad dude, really. Maybe Corey is right about you.
Steve Orbit: I appreciate that. You know, up until that whole thing leading up to Explosion, I thought we were cool. I didn't really get where you were comin' from, it kinda caught me off guard, you know what I'm sayin'?
Jonny Fly: It's in the past now.
There's a few moments of silence, and then Orbit starts laughing.
Steve Orbit: Remember that pimpin' competition we did last year?
Fly laughs.
Jonny Fly: Good times.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, that shit was ridiculous.
Jonny Fly: Funny you brought it up, because I was thinking... what if we did it again?
Steve Orbit: Damn, you wanna lose another hundred grand, homie?
Fly laughs.
Jonny Fly: I was thinking, maybe we do something a little different this time.
Steve Orbit: Yeah?
Jonny Fly: What if we have a target-- one woman, and whoever has sex with her first, wins.
Steve Orbit: Aight... but who's the woman?
Fly cracks a big smile.
Jonny Fly: Sarah Twilight.
Steve Orbit: What?! Are you serious, man?
Jonny Fly: Serious as a heart attack.
Steve Orbit: You crazy?
Jonny Fly: It hasn't been...exactly...proven, but maybe?
Steve Orbit: That's fuckin'... that's mission impossible, man. She don't even wanna SEE neither one of us, let alone bust her thang out for us.
Jonny Fly: I know, that's what makes it interesting. But, it's you and me. The suavest motherfuckers this company has ever seen. We have more notches in our bedposts than there are bedposts. So what do you say?
Steve Orbit: Shit, man... what you puttin' up?
Jonny Fly: Five hundred grand. Half a million dollars to the winner. I assume you can cover that when I win?
Steve Orbit: When YOU win? Shit, I got Sarah on speed dial, what you got?
Jonny Fly: I've got more game than you. That's what I got.
Orbit laughs.
Steve Orbit: You got yourself a mother fuckin' wager. So whoever gets Twilight in bed first-- and we're talkin' full-on intercourse-- is the winner. But how we gonna prove it?
Jonny Fly: Set up a camera, obviously. Extra fifty grand for her underwear.
Steve Orbit: You crazy as hell. And I LIKE it.
The two men laugh as they shake hands, confirming the bet.
Jonny Fly: Well, I think we should get started. To be fair, what do you say we both start the hunt in her hometown, Los Angelas .
Orbit looks at his watch.
Steve Orbit: Game on, player. Best of luck.
Both men get up to leave...
Jonny Fly: Oh, by the way, if you lose-- you're fired.
Orbit screws his face up.
Steve Orbit: Look here, mother f--
Jonny Fly: I'm joking, relax.
Orbit shakes his head, laughs, and walks away. The hunt has begun. Pimping Competition II is officially underway.
