Post by Steve Orbit on Jul 21, 2013 13:12:00 GMT -5
[Scene opens. It's a webcam feed. Steve Orbit sits in a luxury office chair behind his desk.]
Steve Orbit: Last year at Ultimate Showdown, I was in the main event. Technically, it was my first World Title shot-- although there was seven other dudes in the ring with me. I had been in the WCF for three months-- there I was, a fuckin' rookie, who fought my way to the main event of one of the biggest wrestling events of the year. And I'm proud of my performance in that mother fucker. I walked out with the United States championship, and I held it for the rest of the year-- I shattered the previous record. That title reign put me in the top tier of this company-- it established "The Mack" Steve Orbit as a major player in this game. So here we are today, a year later, and once again I find myself in the main event at Ultimate Showdown-- but it's much different this year. It ain't seven other guys who I barely know in that ring. It's two mother fuckers who I got history with over this past year-- some would say... shit, I personally would say that it's my two biggest enemies that I've made here in this organization. And again, the World Title is on the line-- but there ain't no second place, third place this year. It's winner takes all... the belt, the glory, the right to call themselves the best in the world.
Over this past year, I proved that I'm the mother fucker to do it. I proved that I can beat anyone who they throw in the ring with me. I ain't just talk about it-- I did it. I earned the right to call myself one of, if not THE best wrestler in this company. But there's one thing holdin' me back-- one thing that both of my opponents have, that I don't have. They have World titles-- I don't. But the time is now, y'all. Steve Orbit's time is now. At Ultimate Showdown, the World Title is comin' home with me, after I put a lifetime worth of ass whoopin' on Sarah Twilight and Waylon Cash. But first, at Slam on Sunday, I face the unknown. I don't know who my opponent is, and I don't care. The only two people I wanna fight is Waylon and Sarah-- this week, Waylon will choose someone for me to face, and I'll knock 'em down. That's my word. And Waylon, after I beat up whoever you choose for me... whether it's one of your S-PAC homies, or someone out of the blue, it don't matter. After I beat them, you can come on down and get yourself and early taste of what's comin' for you at Ultimate Showdown. Here's your invitation-- come on down and get some. I'll be waitin' for you.
[Orbit closes his laptop, ending the feed.
The next scene finds us outside of Steve Orbit's house in Allentown, Pennsylvania. It's the home he shares with his friend, adult film star Havana Ginger. Presently, it's the middle of the night-- early morning to be exact. Orbit's El Dorado has just pulled into the garage, the door shutting automatically behind him. We shift inside the garage, and see Orbit grabbing a bag out of the back seat. He throws it over his shoulder as his other hand fumbles with his keys. He finds the right key and opens the door to the inside of the house. He quietly enters the home, shutting the door carefully-- he assumes Havana is asleep, and does not want to disturb her.
He's wrong. As he enters the kitchen, he notices a light on in the living room, as well as the sound of the television. He goes to investigate, finding Havana sitting on the couch in sweats and a tank top. She's sipping from a blue bottle of Alize. Orbit puts his bag down on the floor.]
Steve Orbit: What the hell you doin' up?
Havana Ginger: Nothin'.
[She keeps her eyes fixed on the television. Orbit cautiously takes a seat next to her on the couch.]
Steve Orbit: It's three o'clock in the damn morning, girl.
Havana Ginger: I know what time it is, Steve.
[She runs her fingers through her hair and sighs. Clearly upset about something.]
Steve Orbit: What's wrong, you ain't happy to see me?
[Orbit cracks a smile, thinking he can lighten up the mood. He fails, and her eyes remain fixed on the television.]
Steve Orbit: Aight, well... shit, I got a lot goin' on, so I'ma head to bed--
[Finally, she turns and looks at him.]
Havana Ginger: What the fuck is goin' on with you? I ain't seen nor heard from your ass in almost a month.
Steve Orbit: I got a lot goin' on, baby, shit. This new group I'm in-- Cryogenix, we doin' big things, we makin' major moves in this mother fucker.
Havana Ginger: Yeah, well, a fuckin' phone call would be nice once in a while. What's so hard about that?
[Orbit gets up from the couch, shaking his head.]
Steve Orbit: Whoa, whoa... where is this comin' from? You never gave a fuck about me checkin' in before. Shit, half the time I'm the one tryin' to find your ass. What's up, what's your problem?
Havana Ginger: I can't do this shit no more.
[Orbit sits back down.]
Steve Orbit: What shit?
Havana Ginger: This! Me, you... I just don't see the fuckin' point anymore. You ain't my man, I ain't your woman, so what are we doing?
[Orbit rubs the back of his head.]
Steve Orbit: I thought we was just two mother fuckers who got along good, and both needed a place, and...
[Havana closes her eyes as she is overcome with emotion. Orbit's voice trails off as he notices the look on her face. Finally, she wipes her eyes and speaks.]
Havana Ginger: I just feel like... I'm obligated to be here, and I sacrificed what I love to try to be here for you, and you ain't sacrificed shit.
Steve Orbit: You gon' talk to me about sacrifice?! Bitch, I've sacrificed... I've sacrificed...
[He's got nothing. Is she right?]
Steve Orbit: Look, what you mean sacrifice? You still doin' what you love. Shit, we can do it right now if you want.
[Orbit smiles, but she's not amused.]
Havana Ginger: You don't get it. I miss the industry, you know? I miss being a part of the whole scene.
[Orbit tries to process what's happening for a few moments of silence.]
Steve Orbit: So what, you miss the coke parties?
[She's REALLY not amused.]
Steve Orbit: So... you wanna start makin' movies again or somethin'? I mean, look-- I like havin' you around, I think what we have is... is great, and it's special, and maybe it's not conventional, but I think it works. But with that being said, this thing I got goin' on right now with these Cryogenix boys... it's bigger than me. What I'm doin' with these mother fuckers is monumental. And I know I can't be around as much, and I can't really let you in, and give you details all the time, but... I need to do this shit with these dudes. I have to be a part of this or I won't never be able to look myself in the mirror again. We got a fuckin' job to do and I can't walk away from it.
[Havana composes herself.]
Havana Ginger: I'm not asking you to walk away from it. But... I have to tell you something. I've been talking to a producer, and... I'm going back to LA. Permanently. I signed a deal for three movies, and they want me to get started right away. The deal is done, it's a wrap.
[Orbit takes a moment to let it sink in. His face displays a variety of emotions, from anger, to disappointment, to sadness, to excitement... and then, composure.]
Steve Orbit: Aight then. We'll leave in the morning.
Havana Ginger: I already made arrangements--
Steve Orbit: I'll drop you at LAX, and that'll be it.
[The two lock eyes until Havana responds.]
Havana Ginger: Ok.
[Orbit leans back, sinking into the couch. He loosens up his shirt, and looks toward the TV. Havana gets up, and presumably heads to bed. Orbit grabs her Alize bottle from the table, and takes a long swig. Fade out.
Fade in. We're inside the food court area at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX). Orbit is seen embracing Havana. Soon after, Orbit watches as she walks away. He takes a seat on a bench and takes out his cellphone, placing a call.
Steve Orbit: Joey! ... Yeah, I'm in Cali, man, just touched down. ... Of course, homie! I'm just waitin' on the driver to bring me out there. I'll see you tonight. ... Aight.
Orbit looks up-- Havana is gone. He heads towards a Panda Express and starts reading the menu, before we fade out.
Fade in. We're at Golden Spa, the larger of Golden Joey's two massage parlors in the Oakland area. In the waiting area, Orbit leans against the wall in front of Joey's desk, filing his fingernails. Joey sips from a bottle of water. A girl walks by-- she's a tall latina with a rockin' body. She's wearing a lime green bikini that looks amazing against her naturally tan skin and winding curves. Her hair is long and wavy. The heels on her perfectly manicured feet click clack as she walks past Orbit, giving him a slight smile as she goes around the desk and leans over beside Joey. Joey looks up at Orbit, who's jaw is wide open.]
Golden Joey: Yo.
[Orbit shakes his head, snapping out of it. The girl smiles at Orbit again. She speaks in a Brazilian accent.]
The Girl: Who is your friend, Joey?
[Orbit takes a few steps towards the desk, cutting off Joey before he can answer.]
Steve Orbit: I'm Orbit-- Steve, Orbit. I helped build this place. I just ain't been around that much lately.
The Girl: So what brings you in today?
Steve Orbit: I was in the neighborhood, just had to swing through and make sure everything is running smooth... which, lookin' at you, I can tell Joey's got it under control.
[She smiles, brushing her hair out of her face and moving closer to Orbit.]
The Girl: Then, why don't you get massage? You're already here.
[Orbit glances at Joey, who shrugs. Orbit nods at the girl, who takes him by the hand and leads down the hall to one of the massage rooms. As they enter the room, Orbit slips out of his shoes and begins to unbutton his shirt.]
Steve Orbit: What they call you, anyway?
Bianca: You can call me Bianca.
Steve Orbit: That your real name?
[She smiles.]
Bianca: Does it matter?
[Orbit shrugs, naked as he lays on the table with a towel covering his backside. Bianca slips out of her heels and rubs lotions between her hands before climbing on top of Orbit's back and beginning to work his shoulders.]
Steve Orbit: How you like workin' for Joey?
Bianca: Joey is good man. Customers are very nice... polite. I like it here.
[She moves from his shoulders to his lower back.]
Bianca: So, Steve... do you have girlfriend?
[Orbit sighs.]
Steve Orbit: I don't really wanna get into all that right now.
Bianca: Awww. Someone broke your heart?
[Orbit is silent for a few moments.]
Steve Orbit: Nah, it ain't like that. Sometimes shit don't work out the way you want it to, that's all. It's nothin'.
[She keeps talking, but Orbit can't hear what she's saying, it's all a blur. He's trapped in his own mind, thinking about Havana. He finally snaps out of it, realizing he's missed everything she's said.]
Bianca: You understand?
Steve Orbit: Uh... yeah, girl. Yeah.
[Bianca climbs off of Orbit and snaps off her bikini top with her back to the camera. Orbit turns over, what we refer to in the spa world as "the flip". Things are about to get serious in here, so let's go ahead and fade out.
Fade in an hour later. Orbit is sitting in Joey's office. Orbit looks more relaxed, almost sleepy. The two men are in the middle of a conversation.]
Golden Joey: She up and left, just like that?
Steve Orbit: Yeah, I mean... I think there's more to it-- well, check this out.
[Orbit takes out a folded up peice of paper from his pocket and throws it on Joey's desk. Joey takes it up and unfolds it.]
Golden Joey: The fuck is this? Sacred Heart Hospital ... Spontaneous abortion?
Steve Orbit: She was pregnant, homie. Pregnant, and she had a miscarriage. And my dumb ass, I'm flyin' around the fuckin' world with no idea that this woman was carryin' my baby.
Golden Joey: You ain't talk to her the whole time you was away?
Steve Orbit: Nah-- I mean, that was kinda like an unwritten rule we had. We ain't gotta check in with each other. I saw a missed call, but she ain't leave a message, so I just figured it wasn't important.
Golden Joey: Shit. That's some deep shit, dogg. How did she tell you?
Steve Orbit: She didn't tell me. I found that peice of fuckin' paper in our bedroom. I mean, I'm guessin' she wanted me to find it-- I didn't even say shit to her about it. I brought her to LA and she went on her way.
Golden Joey: Damn.
Steve Orbit: But I was thinkin' about it the whole flight over here... it freaked her the fuck out, man. I didn't understand why she was leavin', but then it came to me. Joey, Havana is just like me. She don't want no fuckin' commitment. She ain't never been no kinda family oriented mother fucker-- shit, she ain't have a family to begin with, just like me. To her, the thought of having a child... even if she lost it, I mean, it fucked with her mind somethin' serious.
Golden Joey: For sure, homeboy. You got that shit right. That's exactly why she left-- she wanted to escape. She's scared of that life, and y'all been gettin' way too close to one another. People gon' start thinkin' y'all married soon anyway.
[They share a laugh.]
Steve Orbit: Yeah... she's a real chick, though, man. She was down for your boy, nothin' else. She had my mother fuckin' back. I'ma miss that bitch, for real.
Golden Joey: Eh... check on her in a couple months or so. I'm sure she'll be thinkin' about you. Y'all can still be friends or whatever.
Steve Orbit: You right.
[Just then, we hear a commercial for Slam coming from a small TV in the corner. The main event, with Orbit and Waylon both facing mystery opponents, is heard described. Orbit shakes his head.]
Steve Orbit: You ever heard any shit like this before? They want me to pick someone to fight Waylon, and Waylon pick someone to fight me. Why can't we just fight each other? He's the only mother fucker I wanna get in the right with. Well, him and Sarah.
Golden Joey: You'll get your chance in a couple weeks.
[Orbit cracks his knuckles.]
Steve Orbit: I'm tellin' you man... I might kill both of them mother fuckers. This match, I mean... it's crazy. It's allllll on the line, yo. It's bad enough you puttin' us three in the ring together, but throw in the World title? I don't see how anyone is walkin' outta there. Carried, maybe.
[Joey studies Orbit's face as he speaks.]
Golden Joey: Are you approaching this from the right mother fuckin' angle, Steve?
Steve Orbit: What you mean?
Golden Joey: I'ma be real with you-- you're too emotional, dogg. You got too much feelings invested in this match. That shit's gonna cost you the match if you ain't careful.
[Orbit laughs.]
Steve Orbit: Please. I been waitin' for months to get my hands on both of these fools. How the fuck I'm not supposed to feel anything?
Golden Joey: I told you this shit from day one. Before you had your first match. Wrestling is a fuckin' sport. You do it for the sport. Everyone plays mind games-- everyone tries to get in your mother fuckin' head. You gotta be above that shit, smarter than that shit. Hatred is a weakness, Steve. Hatred clouds your judgement, it makes you... it makes you react when you ain't supposed to. Hate corrupts your soul, dogg. Jesus said you gotta love your enemies-- it sounds stupid as fuck, but think about it, homie. Waylon and Sarah are people, human beings just like you. Sure, they done you wrong, they fucked your shit up, but you gotta put the emotion to the side, and think about WHY they did what they did. Think about what makes them who the fuck they are. Once you understand your enemy, you understand how to defeat your enemy-- it's simple, but it's complicated, feel me? Just let that shit sink in.
Steve Orbit: Nah, I got you. It's just... man, Waylon's made me look like a sucker so many times. I'm out there, I'm supposed to be slick, the pimpin'est mother fucker in the world, and this man has pulled the wool over my eyes twenty fuckin' times by now. Sarah... well, I knew who the fuck she was from the jump, but still. She tried to destroy me... she tried to ruin me, and she'll pay for that shit.
Golden Joey: I understand all that, but dogg-- going into the match with them, the only thing that's important is the World title. When you signed the contract with WCF, what was your goal? To win the World title, or to get revenge on some suckers who ain't even worth all that fuckin' energy you burnin' up thinkin' about 'em?
Steve Orbit: ... the title, of course, homie.
Golden Joey: Right. So remember this-- you want revenge? You wanna even the fuckin' score? You gotta win that match, and win that title. When you World champion, can't nobody tell you NOTHIN'. These two mother fuckers tried to destroy you, but you came out on top. That's what history will record, homeboy. Remember that shit.
Steve Orbit: Damn... you gettin' me pumped up, now. What about this mystery man, though?
Golden Joey: Fuck a mystery man. Who gives a fuck. Who's Waylon gonna pick that can beat you? Dogg, you the best wrestler on the face of the planet when you wanna be. Who's he gonna pick, Gable? You've beat Gable, and on top of that, he thinks he's a fuckin' farm animal. Probably got the IQ of a farm animal too. You'll tear him the fuck apart. Who else, Ana Valentine? Please. I seen you strong arm bigger, stronger, badder bitches than that in the neighborhood. The girls got game though, I'll give her that.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, it's a shame she turned on me-- and then she starts sellin' her pussy. I coulda helped her with that. She's just like every other bitch who decided she could make money on her own-- she won't make it out there. Even with Scott Savage by her side, he don't know what to do with a bitch like that. Shoulda left it to the professionals.
Golden Joey: Eh. She's skin and bones, she couldn't make no money out here. Mother fuckers like some good meat out here.
[Orbit laughs.]
Steve Orbit: I hear that.
Golden Joey: Anyway, it don't matter who Waylon picks. You'll run through 'em and then you'll be on the road to Ultimate Showdown lookin' stronger than ever. You got the skill to beat anyone, dogg. For real.
Steve Orbit: Word up. Aight then, I'ma go to the Jamaican spot and get some curry goat, you down?
Golden Joey: Nah, I'm good. I gotta fill out this paperwork, the fuckin' IRS is up my ass again.
Steve Orbit: No doubt. I'll be back around in a couple hours-- maybe I'll take Bianca for another spin, God DAYUM.
Golden Joey: Nice, right? I got a couple Brazilian girls, they're great. They love to work-- this shit is like, a part of their culture or somethin'. They love to fuck.
[Orbit gets up and fist bumps Joey.]
Steve Orbit: Aight, I'm outta here, homie. I'll catch you later.
[Joey nods, and Orbit leaves his office, closing the door. He exits to the street, and checks his cellphone.]
Steve Orbit: Missed call...
[...A few swipes on the phone-- it's on speaker, and it's ringing.]
Steve Orbit: What's up, Polar?
Polar Phantasm: Five, I got big news for you. We got something special to do next week-- just me and you.
Steve Orbit: Yeah?
Polar Phantasm: You're gonna love this-- it's right in your back yard.
Steve Orbit: Wait, what? In Oakland?
Polar Phantasm: Yeah. We'll be out there for the week--
Steve Orbit: I'll make arrangements with Joey--
Polar Phantasm: Nobody can know we're out there. Besides, if things get heavy, do you want Joey to be involved, or targeted?
Steve Orbit: That's true. I ain't really think about that.
Polar Phantasm: I'm taking care of the accommodations. Just wanted to make you aware of what's going on.
Steve Orbit: Cool. I'll see you at Slam, and then we're goin' back to Cali!
[Orbit laughs as he ends the call. He begins walking down the street, and we fade out.]
Steve Orbit: Last year at Ultimate Showdown, I was in the main event. Technically, it was my first World Title shot-- although there was seven other dudes in the ring with me. I had been in the WCF for three months-- there I was, a fuckin' rookie, who fought my way to the main event of one of the biggest wrestling events of the year. And I'm proud of my performance in that mother fucker. I walked out with the United States championship, and I held it for the rest of the year-- I shattered the previous record. That title reign put me in the top tier of this company-- it established "The Mack" Steve Orbit as a major player in this game. So here we are today, a year later, and once again I find myself in the main event at Ultimate Showdown-- but it's much different this year. It ain't seven other guys who I barely know in that ring. It's two mother fuckers who I got history with over this past year-- some would say... shit, I personally would say that it's my two biggest enemies that I've made here in this organization. And again, the World Title is on the line-- but there ain't no second place, third place this year. It's winner takes all... the belt, the glory, the right to call themselves the best in the world.
Over this past year, I proved that I'm the mother fucker to do it. I proved that I can beat anyone who they throw in the ring with me. I ain't just talk about it-- I did it. I earned the right to call myself one of, if not THE best wrestler in this company. But there's one thing holdin' me back-- one thing that both of my opponents have, that I don't have. They have World titles-- I don't. But the time is now, y'all. Steve Orbit's time is now. At Ultimate Showdown, the World Title is comin' home with me, after I put a lifetime worth of ass whoopin' on Sarah Twilight and Waylon Cash. But first, at Slam on Sunday, I face the unknown. I don't know who my opponent is, and I don't care. The only two people I wanna fight is Waylon and Sarah-- this week, Waylon will choose someone for me to face, and I'll knock 'em down. That's my word. And Waylon, after I beat up whoever you choose for me... whether it's one of your S-PAC homies, or someone out of the blue, it don't matter. After I beat them, you can come on down and get yourself and early taste of what's comin' for you at Ultimate Showdown. Here's your invitation-- come on down and get some. I'll be waitin' for you.
[Orbit closes his laptop, ending the feed.
The next scene finds us outside of Steve Orbit's house in Allentown, Pennsylvania. It's the home he shares with his friend, adult film star Havana Ginger. Presently, it's the middle of the night-- early morning to be exact. Orbit's El Dorado has just pulled into the garage, the door shutting automatically behind him. We shift inside the garage, and see Orbit grabbing a bag out of the back seat. He throws it over his shoulder as his other hand fumbles with his keys. He finds the right key and opens the door to the inside of the house. He quietly enters the home, shutting the door carefully-- he assumes Havana is asleep, and does not want to disturb her.
He's wrong. As he enters the kitchen, he notices a light on in the living room, as well as the sound of the television. He goes to investigate, finding Havana sitting on the couch in sweats and a tank top. She's sipping from a blue bottle of Alize. Orbit puts his bag down on the floor.]
Steve Orbit: What the hell you doin' up?
Havana Ginger: Nothin'.
[She keeps her eyes fixed on the television. Orbit cautiously takes a seat next to her on the couch.]
Steve Orbit: It's three o'clock in the damn morning, girl.
Havana Ginger: I know what time it is, Steve.
[She runs her fingers through her hair and sighs. Clearly upset about something.]
Steve Orbit: What's wrong, you ain't happy to see me?
[Orbit cracks a smile, thinking he can lighten up the mood. He fails, and her eyes remain fixed on the television.]
Steve Orbit: Aight, well... shit, I got a lot goin' on, so I'ma head to bed--
[Finally, she turns and looks at him.]
Havana Ginger: What the fuck is goin' on with you? I ain't seen nor heard from your ass in almost a month.
Steve Orbit: I got a lot goin' on, baby, shit. This new group I'm in-- Cryogenix, we doin' big things, we makin' major moves in this mother fucker.
Havana Ginger: Yeah, well, a fuckin' phone call would be nice once in a while. What's so hard about that?
[Orbit gets up from the couch, shaking his head.]
Steve Orbit: Whoa, whoa... where is this comin' from? You never gave a fuck about me checkin' in before. Shit, half the time I'm the one tryin' to find your ass. What's up, what's your problem?
Havana Ginger: I can't do this shit no more.
[Orbit sits back down.]
Steve Orbit: What shit?
Havana Ginger: This! Me, you... I just don't see the fuckin' point anymore. You ain't my man, I ain't your woman, so what are we doing?
[Orbit rubs the back of his head.]
Steve Orbit: I thought we was just two mother fuckers who got along good, and both needed a place, and...
[Havana closes her eyes as she is overcome with emotion. Orbit's voice trails off as he notices the look on her face. Finally, she wipes her eyes and speaks.]
Havana Ginger: I just feel like... I'm obligated to be here, and I sacrificed what I love to try to be here for you, and you ain't sacrificed shit.
Steve Orbit: You gon' talk to me about sacrifice?! Bitch, I've sacrificed... I've sacrificed...
[He's got nothing. Is she right?]
Steve Orbit: Look, what you mean sacrifice? You still doin' what you love. Shit, we can do it right now if you want.
[Orbit smiles, but she's not amused.]
Havana Ginger: You don't get it. I miss the industry, you know? I miss being a part of the whole scene.
[Orbit tries to process what's happening for a few moments of silence.]
Steve Orbit: So what, you miss the coke parties?
[She's REALLY not amused.]
Steve Orbit: So... you wanna start makin' movies again or somethin'? I mean, look-- I like havin' you around, I think what we have is... is great, and it's special, and maybe it's not conventional, but I think it works. But with that being said, this thing I got goin' on right now with these Cryogenix boys... it's bigger than me. What I'm doin' with these mother fuckers is monumental. And I know I can't be around as much, and I can't really let you in, and give you details all the time, but... I need to do this shit with these dudes. I have to be a part of this or I won't never be able to look myself in the mirror again. We got a fuckin' job to do and I can't walk away from it.
[Havana composes herself.]
Havana Ginger: I'm not asking you to walk away from it. But... I have to tell you something. I've been talking to a producer, and... I'm going back to LA. Permanently. I signed a deal for three movies, and they want me to get started right away. The deal is done, it's a wrap.
[Orbit takes a moment to let it sink in. His face displays a variety of emotions, from anger, to disappointment, to sadness, to excitement... and then, composure.]
Steve Orbit: Aight then. We'll leave in the morning.
Havana Ginger: I already made arrangements--
Steve Orbit: I'll drop you at LAX, and that'll be it.
[The two lock eyes until Havana responds.]
Havana Ginger: Ok.
[Orbit leans back, sinking into the couch. He loosens up his shirt, and looks toward the TV. Havana gets up, and presumably heads to bed. Orbit grabs her Alize bottle from the table, and takes a long swig. Fade out.
Fade in. We're inside the food court area at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX). Orbit is seen embracing Havana. Soon after, Orbit watches as she walks away. He takes a seat on a bench and takes out his cellphone, placing a call.
Steve Orbit: Joey! ... Yeah, I'm in Cali, man, just touched down. ... Of course, homie! I'm just waitin' on the driver to bring me out there. I'll see you tonight. ... Aight.
Orbit looks up-- Havana is gone. He heads towards a Panda Express and starts reading the menu, before we fade out.
Fade in. We're at Golden Spa, the larger of Golden Joey's two massage parlors in the Oakland area. In the waiting area, Orbit leans against the wall in front of Joey's desk, filing his fingernails. Joey sips from a bottle of water. A girl walks by-- she's a tall latina with a rockin' body. She's wearing a lime green bikini that looks amazing against her naturally tan skin and winding curves. Her hair is long and wavy. The heels on her perfectly manicured feet click clack as she walks past Orbit, giving him a slight smile as she goes around the desk and leans over beside Joey. Joey looks up at Orbit, who's jaw is wide open.]
Golden Joey: Yo.
[Orbit shakes his head, snapping out of it. The girl smiles at Orbit again. She speaks in a Brazilian accent.]
The Girl: Who is your friend, Joey?
[Orbit takes a few steps towards the desk, cutting off Joey before he can answer.]
Steve Orbit: I'm Orbit-- Steve, Orbit. I helped build this place. I just ain't been around that much lately.
The Girl: So what brings you in today?
Steve Orbit: I was in the neighborhood, just had to swing through and make sure everything is running smooth... which, lookin' at you, I can tell Joey's got it under control.
[She smiles, brushing her hair out of her face and moving closer to Orbit.]
The Girl: Then, why don't you get massage? You're already here.
[Orbit glances at Joey, who shrugs. Orbit nods at the girl, who takes him by the hand and leads down the hall to one of the massage rooms. As they enter the room, Orbit slips out of his shoes and begins to unbutton his shirt.]
Steve Orbit: What they call you, anyway?
Bianca: You can call me Bianca.
Steve Orbit: That your real name?
[She smiles.]
Bianca: Does it matter?
[Orbit shrugs, naked as he lays on the table with a towel covering his backside. Bianca slips out of her heels and rubs lotions between her hands before climbing on top of Orbit's back and beginning to work his shoulders.]
Steve Orbit: How you like workin' for Joey?
Bianca: Joey is good man. Customers are very nice... polite. I like it here.
[She moves from his shoulders to his lower back.]
Bianca: So, Steve... do you have girlfriend?
[Orbit sighs.]
Steve Orbit: I don't really wanna get into all that right now.
Bianca: Awww. Someone broke your heart?
[Orbit is silent for a few moments.]
Steve Orbit: Nah, it ain't like that. Sometimes shit don't work out the way you want it to, that's all. It's nothin'.
[She keeps talking, but Orbit can't hear what she's saying, it's all a blur. He's trapped in his own mind, thinking about Havana. He finally snaps out of it, realizing he's missed everything she's said.]
Bianca: You understand?
Steve Orbit: Uh... yeah, girl. Yeah.
[Bianca climbs off of Orbit and snaps off her bikini top with her back to the camera. Orbit turns over, what we refer to in the spa world as "the flip". Things are about to get serious in here, so let's go ahead and fade out.
Fade in an hour later. Orbit is sitting in Joey's office. Orbit looks more relaxed, almost sleepy. The two men are in the middle of a conversation.]
Golden Joey: She up and left, just like that?
Steve Orbit: Yeah, I mean... I think there's more to it-- well, check this out.
[Orbit takes out a folded up peice of paper from his pocket and throws it on Joey's desk. Joey takes it up and unfolds it.]
Golden Joey: The fuck is this? Sacred Heart Hospital ... Spontaneous abortion?
Steve Orbit: She was pregnant, homie. Pregnant, and she had a miscarriage. And my dumb ass, I'm flyin' around the fuckin' world with no idea that this woman was carryin' my baby.
Golden Joey: You ain't talk to her the whole time you was away?
Steve Orbit: Nah-- I mean, that was kinda like an unwritten rule we had. We ain't gotta check in with each other. I saw a missed call, but she ain't leave a message, so I just figured it wasn't important.
Golden Joey: Shit. That's some deep shit, dogg. How did she tell you?
Steve Orbit: She didn't tell me. I found that peice of fuckin' paper in our bedroom. I mean, I'm guessin' she wanted me to find it-- I didn't even say shit to her about it. I brought her to LA and she went on her way.
Golden Joey: Damn.
Steve Orbit: But I was thinkin' about it the whole flight over here... it freaked her the fuck out, man. I didn't understand why she was leavin', but then it came to me. Joey, Havana is just like me. She don't want no fuckin' commitment. She ain't never been no kinda family oriented mother fucker-- shit, she ain't have a family to begin with, just like me. To her, the thought of having a child... even if she lost it, I mean, it fucked with her mind somethin' serious.
Golden Joey: For sure, homeboy. You got that shit right. That's exactly why she left-- she wanted to escape. She's scared of that life, and y'all been gettin' way too close to one another. People gon' start thinkin' y'all married soon anyway.
[They share a laugh.]
Steve Orbit: Yeah... she's a real chick, though, man. She was down for your boy, nothin' else. She had my mother fuckin' back. I'ma miss that bitch, for real.
Golden Joey: Eh... check on her in a couple months or so. I'm sure she'll be thinkin' about you. Y'all can still be friends or whatever.
Steve Orbit: You right.
[Just then, we hear a commercial for Slam coming from a small TV in the corner. The main event, with Orbit and Waylon both facing mystery opponents, is heard described. Orbit shakes his head.]
Steve Orbit: You ever heard any shit like this before? They want me to pick someone to fight Waylon, and Waylon pick someone to fight me. Why can't we just fight each other? He's the only mother fucker I wanna get in the right with. Well, him and Sarah.
Golden Joey: You'll get your chance in a couple weeks.
[Orbit cracks his knuckles.]
Steve Orbit: I'm tellin' you man... I might kill both of them mother fuckers. This match, I mean... it's crazy. It's allllll on the line, yo. It's bad enough you puttin' us three in the ring together, but throw in the World title? I don't see how anyone is walkin' outta there. Carried, maybe.
[Joey studies Orbit's face as he speaks.]
Golden Joey: Are you approaching this from the right mother fuckin' angle, Steve?
Steve Orbit: What you mean?
Golden Joey: I'ma be real with you-- you're too emotional, dogg. You got too much feelings invested in this match. That shit's gonna cost you the match if you ain't careful.
[Orbit laughs.]
Steve Orbit: Please. I been waitin' for months to get my hands on both of these fools. How the fuck I'm not supposed to feel anything?
Golden Joey: I told you this shit from day one. Before you had your first match. Wrestling is a fuckin' sport. You do it for the sport. Everyone plays mind games-- everyone tries to get in your mother fuckin' head. You gotta be above that shit, smarter than that shit. Hatred is a weakness, Steve. Hatred clouds your judgement, it makes you... it makes you react when you ain't supposed to. Hate corrupts your soul, dogg. Jesus said you gotta love your enemies-- it sounds stupid as fuck, but think about it, homie. Waylon and Sarah are people, human beings just like you. Sure, they done you wrong, they fucked your shit up, but you gotta put the emotion to the side, and think about WHY they did what they did. Think about what makes them who the fuck they are. Once you understand your enemy, you understand how to defeat your enemy-- it's simple, but it's complicated, feel me? Just let that shit sink in.
Steve Orbit: Nah, I got you. It's just... man, Waylon's made me look like a sucker so many times. I'm out there, I'm supposed to be slick, the pimpin'est mother fucker in the world, and this man has pulled the wool over my eyes twenty fuckin' times by now. Sarah... well, I knew who the fuck she was from the jump, but still. She tried to destroy me... she tried to ruin me, and she'll pay for that shit.
Golden Joey: I understand all that, but dogg-- going into the match with them, the only thing that's important is the World title. When you signed the contract with WCF, what was your goal? To win the World title, or to get revenge on some suckers who ain't even worth all that fuckin' energy you burnin' up thinkin' about 'em?
Steve Orbit: ... the title, of course, homie.
Golden Joey: Right. So remember this-- you want revenge? You wanna even the fuckin' score? You gotta win that match, and win that title. When you World champion, can't nobody tell you NOTHIN'. These two mother fuckers tried to destroy you, but you came out on top. That's what history will record, homeboy. Remember that shit.
Steve Orbit: Damn... you gettin' me pumped up, now. What about this mystery man, though?
Golden Joey: Fuck a mystery man. Who gives a fuck. Who's Waylon gonna pick that can beat you? Dogg, you the best wrestler on the face of the planet when you wanna be. Who's he gonna pick, Gable? You've beat Gable, and on top of that, he thinks he's a fuckin' farm animal. Probably got the IQ of a farm animal too. You'll tear him the fuck apart. Who else, Ana Valentine? Please. I seen you strong arm bigger, stronger, badder bitches than that in the neighborhood. The girls got game though, I'll give her that.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, it's a shame she turned on me-- and then she starts sellin' her pussy. I coulda helped her with that. She's just like every other bitch who decided she could make money on her own-- she won't make it out there. Even with Scott Savage by her side, he don't know what to do with a bitch like that. Shoulda left it to the professionals.
Golden Joey: Eh. She's skin and bones, she couldn't make no money out here. Mother fuckers like some good meat out here.
[Orbit laughs.]
Steve Orbit: I hear that.
Golden Joey: Anyway, it don't matter who Waylon picks. You'll run through 'em and then you'll be on the road to Ultimate Showdown lookin' stronger than ever. You got the skill to beat anyone, dogg. For real.
Steve Orbit: Word up. Aight then, I'ma go to the Jamaican spot and get some curry goat, you down?
Golden Joey: Nah, I'm good. I gotta fill out this paperwork, the fuckin' IRS is up my ass again.
Steve Orbit: No doubt. I'll be back around in a couple hours-- maybe I'll take Bianca for another spin, God DAYUM.
Golden Joey: Nice, right? I got a couple Brazilian girls, they're great. They love to work-- this shit is like, a part of their culture or somethin'. They love to fuck.
[Orbit gets up and fist bumps Joey.]
Steve Orbit: Aight, I'm outta here, homie. I'll catch you later.
[Joey nods, and Orbit leaves his office, closing the door. He exits to the street, and checks his cellphone.]
Steve Orbit: Missed call...
[...A few swipes on the phone-- it's on speaker, and it's ringing.]
Steve Orbit: What's up, Polar?
Polar Phantasm: Five, I got big news for you. We got something special to do next week-- just me and you.
Steve Orbit: Yeah?
Polar Phantasm: You're gonna love this-- it's right in your back yard.
Steve Orbit: Wait, what? In Oakland?
Polar Phantasm: Yeah. We'll be out there for the week--
Steve Orbit: I'll make arrangements with Joey--
Polar Phantasm: Nobody can know we're out there. Besides, if things get heavy, do you want Joey to be involved, or targeted?
Steve Orbit: That's true. I ain't really think about that.
Polar Phantasm: I'm taking care of the accommodations. Just wanted to make you aware of what's going on.
Steve Orbit: Cool. I'll see you at Slam, and then we're goin' back to Cali!
[Orbit laughs as he ends the call. He begins walking down the street, and we fade out.]
