Post by Steve Orbit on May 24, 2014 13:37:54 GMT -5
Scene opens at a top secret Pantheon hideout. Seriously, nobody knows where it is. Even me. We're inside a meeting room with a regular folding table and some chairs. Currently we see Jonny Fly at the head of the table, messing around on his phone. Jayson Price is eating popcorn, and Jeff Purse is rearranging the chairs so they are symmetrical. After a few moments, Fly looks at his really expensive and stylish watch. He shakes his head.
Jonny Fly: Should we just start without them?
Jayson Price: Fuckin' Blacks. Can't be on time for anything.
Jeff Purse: Hey-- that's kinda offensive, dude.
Jayson Price: I know! We've been waiting for like... a half hour, almost. They're wasting our time!
Just then, the door opens. Corey Black enters the room.
Corey Black: Sorry I'm late, bros. Mad traffic on the [EDITED OUT TO CONCEAL LOCATION].
Jeff Purse: Fuck that highway. With it's... crooked lines. I just take the [EDITED OUT TO CONCEAL LOCATION] and then bang a left at [EDITED OUT TO CONCEAL LOCATION].
Jonny Fly: Doesn't the GPS on your phone have traffic alerts? I mean, it's 2014.
Corey takes a seat at the table.
Corey Black: Yes, it does.
Jonny Fly: Then why didn't you... you know what, forget it. Where's Orbit?
Corey Black: Steve? I thought he would be here already.
Jayson Price: We thought he was with you!
Corey Black: Why, because we're Blacks? Really, Price?
Jeff Purse: I told him it was offensive.
Fly stands up and places his hands on the table, leaning forward.
Jonny Fly: Guys, listen. Before Orbit gets here-- IF he shows up-- have you noticed anything off about him lately?
Everyone around the room kinda looks at each other.
Corey Black: He hasn't been returning my calls.
Jayson Price: I was with him last week. Seemed fine to me.
Jonny Fly: Yeah, you got wrecked with him all week. Of course he seemed fine to you. He's always late, if he shows up at all. He's been blowing us off. I don't like it, it's not like him.
Jeff Purse: He looks high all the time.
Corey Black: He IS high all the time.
Jayson Price: So?
Jonny Fly: Look, partying is one thing. We all like to party. Addiction is something else. One of his close friends called me, the girl who runs his Club-- she's worried about him. She told me Orbit is taking some really strong stuff. He's fucked and he probably doesn't even realize it. We need to confront him about it.
Jayson Price: I don't know, Jonny. We're his bros, not his parents or his fuckin' probation officer. He's a strong headed bastard-- if he has a problem, he'll deal with it. Mind over matter. We don't need to go all intervention on his ass.
Silence, as everyone considers both points of view.
Jeff Purse: We can just ask him how he's doing. Maybe he'll open up.
Corey Black: I'm with Purse. He's our bro. All we have to do is ask him what's been up with him lately.
Jayson Price: Suppose he doesn't want to talk about it?
Just then, the door opens. Orbit enters, dressed in full bright green pimp gear-- including dark sunglasses. The room hushes as he enters, but Fly quickly covers things up.
Jonny Fly: ... So that's the plan for Trios. Orbit, glad you could make it.
Orbit's speech is a bit slurred.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, my bad about bein' late. I fuckin'... overslept.
Jeff Purse: It's four thirty in the afternoon!
Steve Orbit: Really? Damn.
Jonny Fly: It's fine. Have a seat.
Orbit pulls out a chair and stumbles before he sits down.
Steve Orbit: So what's up? What's on the... mother fuckin' agenda?
Jeff Purse: Things are good, man. These guys have Trios in the bag, you'll beat the crap out of Seifer and I'm finally going to put Nathan von Dillinger away for good.
Orbit laughs and moves his chair next to Purse and puts his arm around him.
Steve Orbit: It's great to have you back, Purse. I missed you, man. For real.
Orbit wraps his other arm around Purse and really embraces him. Purse looks around the room at the guys, caught off guard.
Jeff Purse: Uh... thanks?
Steve Orbit: Come on, guys-- group hug.
Orbit tries to wave everybody over, but nobody moves.
Steve Orbit: Aight, then. No group hug.
Orbit moves his chair back to it's original position, a few feet away from Purse. He sinks into his chair, looking super relaxed.
Jonny Fly: We came here for a usual group meeting-- review what's happening with all of us and how it affects the group as a whole. Trios is a huge opportunity for Pantheon, and one that we can't let pass us by. Purse is embroiled in a battle with an old nemesis in the form of NvL. And you, Steve, will be defending against the winner of the Trilogy Cup, Seifer Black Armstrong.
Orbit's head nods backwards.
Jonny Fly: MACK!
Steve Orbit: SHE WAS BEGGIN' FOR IT, I SWEAR!
The group laughs... except for Fly.
Jonny Fly: Tired, Orbit?
Orbit takes off his dark sunglasses, rubbing his eyes. He looks terrible, his eyes are bloodshot with dark circles around them. He puts the glasses back on.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, man. Just... been busy and shit, you know?
Corey Black shakes his head.
Corey Black: Alright, enough of this beating around the bush bullshit. Orbit, you're fuckin' high as a kite. All the time. You've got a fucking problem, dude.
Steve Orbit: What?
Jonny Fly: Look at you! You look like you've been up drinking, popping pills and smoking crack for a week straight.
Orbit gets up from the table and points at Fly.
Steve Orbit: HEY. I ain't never smoked crack in my life.
Price and Purse grab Orbit by the shoulders and sit him back down.
Steve Orbit: And yeah, I ain't been sleepin' much lately. It's this damn Seifer Black Armstrong. Did you see what he did to one of my girls? Did you see what he did to ME last week at Slam? They lynched my mother fuckin' ass! And where was y'all? Huh?
Corey Black: Steve, if we were there, it wouldn't have happened.
Jeff Purse: I wish I stayed for the rest of the show, I would have been there for you bro.
Jayson Price: Me too. All this traveling has been killing me, plus I kinda got my ass kicked by Logan.
Jonny Fly: Prime example. Orbit, if you were on your game, there's no way you would have allowed Logan to pin Price. You're slipping, and you've got a huge title defense this week. This isn't about Steve Orbit. You're representing Pantheon-- YOU are the World Champion, the face of WCF.
Steve Orbit: Think I don't know that, Fly? It's just... everywhere I turn, I see Seifer's face. I hear his mother fuckin' maniac laugh... I think S-PAC is finally getting to me, man, I'm bein' real with y'all.
Corey stands up.
Corey Black: FUCK that. Orbit, the drugs and sleep deprevation are making you paranoid. That's all. S-PAC isn't shit and neither is Seifer. He's a punk who you should have no problem destroying in the ring.
Jonny Fly: Yeah. Seriously, Steve? Last year we were clowning Seifer and all his NWA friends. You and me single-handedly knocked them into obscurity and now because he's won the Trilogy Cup, he's something to be afraid of? Fuck that. The drugs are getting to you, man. You really need to clear your head, you're not thinking straight.
Corey Black: I mean, this is typical S-PAC bullshit. It's their typical MO. They use their strength in numbers when we aren't around to even the odds, but as soon as you get one of them in the ring, they're exposed and they get their ass handed to them. Come on, Orbit, you know this better than anyone. You beat Waylon last month and honestly, he is on a much higher level than Seifer.
Jayson Price: Seriously.
Jeff Purse: Agreed. Steve, you're my boy, but I think you're losing it.
Jonny Fly: As our brother, we aren't going to let you fail. We want you to clean up your shit.
Orbit shakes his head.
Steve Orbit: I ain't got no problem with drugs. I take painkillers because I'm in pain. Sure, I drink I smoke, I sniff a lil' yay-- I'm a mother fuckin' pimp! I like to party, aight? Damn. Y'all just hatin' on me, because I'm the World Champion or somethin', I don't know. Y'all niggas can't control me!
Corey and Fly look at each other, and then back at Orbit.
Corey Black: Straighten your shit out.
Jonny Fly: We're serious, Steve.
Orbit gets up from the table and begins to strut towards the door.
Steve Orbit: You know what, I don't need this. I got a World Title to defend. I don't need y'all to babysit me. Don't worry about me, aight? Worry about yourselves. Good luck in the Trios. I'm outta here.
Orbit opens the door.
Jonny Fly: Steve--
Orbit looks back at everyone... and then leaves, closing the door behind him. Fade out.
THE NEXT DAY
Scene opens outside Steve Orbit's home in the Oakland Hills. It's daytime, but all of the blinds and curtains are shut. Inside the house, it's completely dark. We move through the house, and go into the master bedroom. We find Orbit sitting on the floor, leaning up next to the bed. Almost like he's hiding... and maybe he is. There's a tray next to him with a pile of white powder, an AmEx Black card and a small cut-off section of a straw. There are also several pill containers nearby and a bottle of Hennessy. Orbit's eyes are wide and bugging out of his head. His eyes dart around the room.
He takes a deep breath and gets up, walking towards the window. He leans forward, peeking through a crack between the blinds-- quickly. He looks a few times in different directions before returning to his spot at the side of the bed. He puts the tray on his lap and begins to seperate a line with his credit card. He picks up the straw and is about to sniff the line when...
The doorbell rings. Orbit JUMPS. He knocks the tray over and a bunch of coke spills onto the carpet. Orbit starts swearing, trying to hide all of the drug paraphanelia. He puts everything under the bed. He looks at the carpet... he takes up the straw, and tries to sniff the coke that spilled in the carpet, no doubt sniffing a ton of lint and dirt as well. True fiend shit.
The doorbell rings again. Orbit jumps again. He goes back to the window, peeking out. He sees Freddy Whoa, wearing a sweater and slacks and checking his watch. Orbit mouths "oh shit" since he clearly forgot he had scheduled an interview-- either that or he doesn't know what day it is. Either way, he's not prepared.
He starts turning lights on in the house. He grabs a silk robe hanging on the back of his bathroom door and throws it around his body, tying the waist. He walks through the house and gets to the front door.
Steve Orbit: Freddy!
He talks through the door.
Freddy Whoa: Hey, Mack! What's up?
Steve Orbit: Who's with you out there, Freddy?
Freddy looks confused.
Freddy Whoa: I'm... alone, Steve, I'm by myself. Were you expecting--
Steve Orbit: Are you SURE? You sure nobody followed you? I ain't fuckin' around, man.
Freddy looks over his shoulder.
Freddy Whoa: Nah, pretty sure the coast is clear, pal. Is everything alright?
Orbit opens the door a crack and peeks out. He opens the door, grabs Freddy and pulls him inside, and then shuts the door, locking it with the chain and deadbolt.
Freddy Whoa: Steve, are you alright?
Orbit hushes Freddy. His eyes are wild.
Steve Orbit: You workin' for S-PAC now, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: WHAT?! Steve, that's ridiculous, I'm your homeboy--
Steve Orbit: Strip, man. Take it off.
Freddy puts his hands up and shakes his head.
Freddy Whoa: Steve, there's no way I'm taking my clothes off.
Orbit inches closer to him, paranoia in his eyes.
Steve Orbit: You got somethin' to hide? Take it off!
Freddy laughs, but then realizes the seriousness of Orbit's fragile state.
Freddy Whoa: Nah, man. I don't have nothing to hide. But, you know what, I'ma... I'ma get outta here. I'll come back later or something.
Freddy turns to open the door. Orbit stops him.
Steve Orbit: Freddy... I'm sorry, homie. I'm sorry. My bad. Don't go... come on in. My bad.
Freddy turns to face Orbit. They nod at each other.
Steve Orbit: There's people out to get me, man. They wanna kill me!
Freddy Whoa: What? Seriously, who?
Orbit leads Freddy into the living room, where they have a seat on his leather couch.
Steve Orbit: I'm not sure. I know Seifer Black Armstrong is behind it, though. Seifer and S-PAC. They got people... people in the bushes outside my crib, homie. I see them following me in the rearview when I drive my car. People flyin' helicopters around my house. They got satellite technology lookin' in my windows, all kinds of devil shit.
Orbit says it all with a straight face, looking very nervous. Freddy looks blown away by the fact that Orbit is seemingly losing his mind.
Freddy Whoa: That's... crazy.
Steve Orbit: I know... I know. Seifer knows he can't beat me, you know what I'm sayin'? He knows he can't beat me in the ring. So he's gotta... take other measures. He doesn't even want me to make it to mother fuckin' Mexico, Freddy. For real.
Orbit takes out a Black & Mild. His hand trembles as he lights it and inhales the smoke.
Freddy Whoa: But you-- you're going to make it to Mexico, right? You're ready for Asesinato de Mayo?
Steve Orbit: Hell yeah I'm ready. I know what I have to do. I have to... destroy Seifer. It's the only way. I have to cut it off at the source. Cut it's head off. Rip out the roots. I can't keep livin' like this, watchin' my back all the time.
Freddy watches as Orbit nervously smokes the cigar.
Freddy Whoa: Wow. He's really getting to you, isn't he?
Steve Orbit: I told you, man, he's got... he's got resources. S-PAC, the conspiracy, stealing the girl, hanging me above the ring-- they're all connected. That's why he's calling himself the Doomsday Prophet because he thinks he's going to kill me in Mexico. But I won't let it happen. I can't let it happen. My very existance and life is on the line here. I ain't ready to go yet, Freddy. I'm too God damn pretty to die.
Freddy begins to look at his notes.
Freddy Whoa: If you don't mind, I had some stuff prepared... I mean, we can talk about whatever, if you wanna get something off your chest. No problem.
Orbit flashes a half-smile. He's nervously bouncing his knees.
Steve Orbit: Nah, go 'head. It's your interview, you in charge.
Freddy Whoa: Thanks, I appreciate that. Alright. First thing is, you've been World Champion since February. How would you say your life has changed since you've become champion for the second time?
Orbit pulls off the Black & Mild and exhales through his nostrils.
Steve Orbit: I mean... I would say it's better. It's more better. You know, I get a lot of money. I do a lot more appearances, promotional stuff, I get a lot of checks. I got a lot of checks coming in from different places. So that part is cool. I recently bought this house with part of my World Title bonus, so all this...
Orbit points around the room.
Steve Orbit: This is all, you know, the fruits of my labor and shit.
Freddy Whoa: Besides the money, do you think you're busier, or more... how should I say it, stressed out? Is the pressure getting to you?
Steve Orbit: Nah, man. I don't care about no pressure. I been under pressure since the day I was born. Had to fight to survive. And I AM STILL fighting to survive. That's who I am and that's what makes me who I am, for real. I don't care about the pressure. I'm surrounded by money and bitches, Freddy. Who got time for stress?
Freddy nods along, although it's clear to us that he's not buying Orbit's answer.
Freddy Whoa: Seifer Black Armstrong has become somewhat of a dark figure in WCF. He's rebranded himself the "Doomsday Prophet", he's saying that changes are on the horizon. He's using some very... disturbing imagery and tactics to get his point across. What do you think of his new persona?
Orbit rubs his chin.
Steve Orbit: You just said it right there. It's a persona. In my opinion, it's an act. I heard Seifer say that Scott Savage brought out the monster inside of him. You want my take on that? Scott Savage took him in his office and said, hey, Seifer, what you're doing isn't working. Here's what we're gonna do. Here's how we're gonna, you know, promote you going forward. We all know Scott Savage is a devil worshipper. He's behind these changes in Seifer Black Armstrong. To me, that shows weakness. That shows a weakness of character, that shows me that... Seifer doens't know who the fuck he is or who he wants to be. Last year he was shakin' hands with the fans and now he's cuttin' a nigga's head off? What's up? He's another Scott Savage "project". Just like Waylon, he ain't got no original thoughts so he lets Scott do the thinking for him. That's a bitch move, that's some real bitch shit. I don't have no respect for that.
Orbit pauses to take a drag off the cigar.
Steve Orbit: Me, personally, I ain't never been the type to really... have to put on an act or a front. I just am who the fuck I am. On camera, off camera, Monday, Tuesday, Friday, I'm the same nigga. I don't need to do these outrageous things to try and, you know, strike fear into the heart of my opponent or intimidate people. My record intimidates people. People know my reputation, they see what I become in the ring. They see what I do in the ring. And that's more scarier than anything Scott Savage can produce. Period. Steve Orbit saying "look, I'm comin' for you, I'm ready for you", that's more scarier than any type of scripture or weird prophecy that Seifer can come up with. Because mother fuckers KNOW I can back my shit up. They know it. Seifer ain't doin' nothin' but blowing smoke.
Orbit puffs the Black & Mild before tapping it out in the ashtray on the table in front of him.
Freddy Whoa: Seifer won the Trilogy Cup tournament. He went as far as beating his own wife in the final to gain a title shot. Surely he will be firing on all cylinders come Sunday. Are you at all worried about Seifer as competitor?
Orbit pauses to consider the question.
Steve Orbit: Let me tell you the truth. If I'm worried about anything, it's the circumstances surrounding the match. Look at everything this mother fucker has gone through to try and get inside my head. He kidnapped one of my girls, he jumped me and hung me above the ring-- wrote S-PAC on the mat in my blood. He killed a man earlier this week, just to prove a point. Who's to say he don't just bring a fuckin' .38 and shoot my ass to win the title? Huh? There ain't no rules. All he has to do is make sure I don't get up. This mother fucker has proved he's crazy enough to do just about anything. As far as wrestling, in a wrestling match, I would spank Seifer. Straight up spank his mother fuckin' ass like a father to a son. I would son his ass. But this? This is somethin' different.
Freddy Whoa: How do you plan on controlling a man like Seifer, in a match like this where anything goes?
Steve Orbit: I just gotta put him down first. That's all. It's him or me, Freddy. It's him or me-- and I ain't goin' nowhere.
Freddy nods, noting the seriousness in Orbit's tone. Fade out.
THE NEXT DAY
Rays of light shoot through cracks in the blinds into Orbit's bedroom. Orbit's bed is still made-- as the camera pans around, we see Steve Orbit passed out on the floor in his boxers. He begins to stir, waking up. He immediately holds his head, wincing in pain. He's hung over in a big way.
Orbit sits up, rubbing his eyes. He takes a bottle of water off of the night stand and takes a swig. Then, he reaches underneath the bed, taking out the tray full of drugs. He opens a prescription bottle and tosses a couple of pills into his mouth, swallowing them with another drink of water. He gets up and goes into the restroom. We hear him going number one. After the toilet flushes, he stumbles out of the bathroom and heads to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, he flips on the lightswitch. He begins to open the cabinets, searching for something to eat. And then, the doorbell rings. Orbit sighs, not expecting any visitors. He's noticably less nervous than yesterday-- probably because he hasn't been sniffing any coke today. Yet. He stumbles towards the door, but stops, peeking through the window to see who it is. He doesn't bother putting any more clothes on, and opens the door.
Tina is standing in the doorway. She is less "done up" than usual-- her hair is thrown up in a mess and she's wearing t-shirts, sweats and sneakers. The shape of her body still makes her appearance very desirable, though. Like, you'd totally hit that. Orbit probably isn't thinking that, though. She's like a sister to him. Orbit's a freaky guy, but he wouldn't screw his sister. I don't think. We'll revisit that another time.
Orbit leans against the doorway.
Tina: Can I come in?
Orbit steps aside and she enters.
Steve Orbit: You here to give me another lecture? I ain't really in the mood, Tina, I got a lot on my plate.
She turns around. She wants to give him a dirty look, but she also wants to keep the mood light. She smiles.
Tina: How 'bout I cook you some breakfast? Looks like you ain't had a good meal in a while.
Orbit is surprised by the offer. He shrugs.
Steve Orbit: Sounds good to me. You right, I ain't had some home cookin' in a long time.
Orbit leads her into the kitchen.
Twenty minutes later, Tina is sharing out eggs and bacon into two plates. Orbit is sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee. Tina walks over and puts the breakfast onto the table, having a seat across from Orbit. They both begin to eat.
Steve Orbit: So what's this about? Everything aight at the Club?
Tina nods-- her mouth is full. She waits until she finishes chewing before speaking.
Tina: Yeah, everything's good. I mean, you spooked the girls the other day-- and your new rules ain't too popular, but we gettin' by.
Steve Orbit: Good. I think this whole thing is gonna be over real soon.
They both eat a bit more.
Tina: I really just wanted to talk to you about something else.
Orbit looks up from his plate and sighs.
Steve Orbit: Tina, I told you I ain't in the mood.
Tina: Just hear me out, ok? I want to give you an explaination. I want you to see where I'm comin' from.
Orbit sips his coffee.
Steve Orbit: Aight, fair enough.
Tina finishes her eggs and takes a deep breath.
Tina: Ok. First of all... I wanna apologize for buggin' out on you. I ain't your momma. You a grown ass man and I ain't got no business tellin' you how to live your life. I want you to know that I understand that, and I'm sorry.
Steve Orbit: Well... apology accepted, girl. You know I can't stay mad at you.
Tina: The thing is, I've been through a situation like this before. I've seen where this path leads... I've seen where it ends. My father... my daddy died from an overdose. I was fourteen.
Orbit's jaw drops.
Steve Orbit: What? Tina, I had no idea.
Tina: I know, because I ain't never told you... or anybody. Joey knew, but he also knew my daddy. They was good friends-- old friends. Now my dad wasn't in the same line of work as Joey. He was a... well, he had a square job. He was an electrician and he was a good provider. A good, honest man.
Steve Orbit: So what happened?
Tina: It's like this-- he got hurt on the job. He fell down some stairs and twisted his knee all up. He ended up needing surgery... and that led to the pain pills, and he found himself becoming dependent on them. When the doctors cut him off, he turned to heroin, and... it just changed him, Steve. He became a monster. He became a shell of his former self. He lost his job, he lost our house... and finally, he lost his life. They found him behind a fuckin' dumpster behind McDonalds downtown.
Steve Orbit: ... Damn.
Tina: Yeah. I remember one day I came home from school, and I found him... nodded out, with fuckin' needles everywhere. I confronted him about it and he smacked me, told me to get out of his business. I'll never forget the look on his face... same way you looked the other day when you hit me. I ran away and... a couple days later, he was dead. I never even...
She starts to get emotional.
Tina: I never even got to say goodbye. Or tell him I love him.
Steve Orbit: I know how you feel, believe me.
Tina: I know you do. And that's why I just need you to understand where I'm comin' from. I can't bear to see another person who I love, go through all that. I just want you to be strong and not let this stuff get the best of you. That's all.
Orbit puts his head in his hands.
Steve Orbit: Tina... I am so, so sorry. I had no idea. I feel like a fuckin' asshole.
Tina grabs Orbit's hand from across the table.
Tina: Don't. It's fine. You thought I was just tryin' to control you. I'm not. I'm just... worried, and I want to be here for you. I want to help you... if you need me. I just want you to know I'm here for you.
Steve Orbit: Aight... I appreciate that.
They sit in silence for a few moments.
Steve Orbit: Man, Mother's Day is the worst time, every year.
Tina: I know. Father's Day is right around the corner... I'm dreading it.
Steve Orbit: I had this dream the other night, where I saw Jewell nailed to the door... but she had my mom's face. And I was like, why couldn't I protect you? And it just made me think... do I feel guilty about my mom's death? Like, could I have done anything to stop it?
Tina: You can't beat yourself up like that. I have the same guilt, it's normal feelings. We all go through it. It's so hard to lose a parent, especially when it's untimely like that... it's just not fair, you know?
Steve Orbit: Part of me thinks, like... maybe I'm tryin' to protect these girls, because I see my momma in each one of 'em.
Tina: I know you do. I've known that all along. And you're so good to them, Steve. From the outside, people who don't understand the business, they just don't understand.
Orbit smiles with Tina.
Steve Orbit: You know... these pills, I think... I think I might have a problem with them. I get real sick if I don't take 'em. I feel like DEATH, my whole body aches... it's horrible. I never would have thought just some little pain pills could take over my body like this.
Tina reaches into her pocket. She takes out a small cardboard box of medication named "Suboxone".
Tina: You know what this is?
She hands the box to Tina.
Steve Orbit: ... Nah.
Tina: These are Suboxone film strips. It's a treatment for opiate withdrawal. If you do it right, if you take them as prescribed... you can go through a painless withdrawal.
Orbit balks at the suggestion.
Steve Orbit: I dunno if I'm ready for that.
Tina: Just take them. If you ever feel like you need them... you'll have them. And I'm here for you if you ever need to talk, or you need support. I'm here for you.
Orbit smiles. He takes Tina's hand. They stand up, and embrace in a hug.
Tina: I love you, Steve.
Steve Orbit: I love you too, girl. You the only one who's had my back from day one, for real. I appreciate that.
Orbit kisses her on the cheek... and we fade out.
ORBIT GOES TO MEXICO
Scene opens at sunset, outside of the Four Seasons in Mexico City. It's a huge, magnificent building with a beautiful fountain in the front courtyard. Inside, we find ourselves in the Presidential Suite, surrounded by the most luxurious of furnishings. The camera pans around and we go out to the balcony, where we see "The Mack" Steve Orbit, leaning against the railing, overlooking the city. He looks towards the camera and we notice that he looks rested, his eyes are clear... he looks "straight" for the first time in a while.
Steve Orbit: Nice out here. I always appreciated the finer things, you know what I'm sayin'? Somebody like me, where I'm from... from my background, I have to feel humbled right now. Here I am in a suite that costs more per night than most people in this country make in a year. Crazy. But this is what hard work and mother fuckin' dedication can bring you. I've been striving my whole entire life to get to a point where I can stay in the finest hotels, wear the finest clothes, the best colognes... and it's moments like this when I can reflect on the past and realize that it was all worth it. All the struggle, all the mistakes, all the mis-steps... just lessons on my path to greatness.
Orbit leaves the balcony and enters the suite.
Steve Orbit: I get caught up in the moment sometimes. In life, you have to enjoy the moments. You have to pause and take a look around. Otherwise, what the fuck are you workin' so hard for?
He takes a seat on the silk-upholstered couch.
Steve Orbit: I finally made it. I'm the World Champion. Sure, I held the title before, but I lost it in my first defense against Nathan von Leibert. I took my revenge on him when I pinned his ass during the War match, effectively ending his reign-- but the point is, I didn't have a true "reign" as World Champion. Not like this time around. WCF is a competitive place, and everybody wanna take me down, but here I am... three months later, still Champion. About to go in to Asesinato de Mayo and defend my title against Seifer Black Armstrong.
Orbit opens up a cigar box on the side table. He takes one out, runs it under his nose and places it in his mouth.
Steve Orbit: Cubans. Gotta love Mexico.
He chuckles to himself before lighting the cigar with a zippo and taking a puff.
Steve Orbit: Seifer, he earned his shot at my title. That's more than I can say about the last challenger. Seifer won the Trilogy Cup tournament and earned his World Title shot the hard way. The right way. I applaud him for that, I congratulate him for that. All jokes aside, winning a tournament in a world-reknowned company like WCF is a really big deal, and it's a mother fuckin' feather in his cap. For sure. And he should be proud of that accomplishment. Unfortunately, he won't be adding the World Title to his resume, because there ain't no fuckin' way he's beating me on Sunday.
Orbit puffs the Cuban cigar.
Steve Orbit: Seifer, he talks a lot about why I should be afraid of him. It seems like he don't understand why I am NOT afraid of him. So let me break it down for you right quick, homie. You wanna do all these outrageous things, kidnapping, murder... hangin' me above the ring? To me, those are cowardly acts. Those are desperate acts by a man who really can't stand in front of me and look me in the eye and tell me he's gonna beat me. What else you got, Seifer? What am I supposed to be afraid of? Your only achievement in this company is winning the Trilogy Cup. Your record is so-so, but you been mid- and lower-card your entire career. Shit, this is your first fuckin' title shot! I had... three, four title reigns before I had my first World Title shot. I was ready-- YOU are not ready for this. You're not ready for the WCF World Title and you DAMN sure ain't ready to get in the ring with Steve Orbit, let alone beat me.
Orbit rests the cigar in a glass ashtray. He takes up a glass of Hennessy on the rocks and swirls it in his hand.
Steve Orbit: And that's ok, man. This is my time, and I'm the best wrestler in this company. I'm operating at a higher level than anybody right now. So you take your lil' Trilogy Cup and you be proud of that. You come to our match at Asesinato de Mayo, and you give me a mother fuckin' fight. We gonna have all kinds of shit available to us-- you know these Mexican fans are crazy as hell. We gonna put on a spectacle of violence. But at the end of the night, this is a wrestling match, and you will not have enough in the tank to outlast the Mack. Not tonight, not ever. You can accept it now... or you can accept it after it becomes reality, after you lose. That's your call.
Orbit sips the liquor. He thinks for a moment... and then laughs to himself.
Steve Orbit: You know, this last week or so has been crazy for me. I really thought... I actually thought you were gettin' to me, Seifer. I thought you were inside my head. You know what I got to say about that now? Cocaine is a hell of a drug. I ain't been thinkin' clearly, I ain't been myself. I've been... paranoid, and wacked out. I ain't been the best nigga to be around, and my friends have tried to help me see that. And I do see it, now.
Steve Orbit: You think you're inside my head, Seifer? You think there's anything you can do to strike fear into the heart of a mother fucker like me? Let me tell you somethin'... my own demons, my own personal hell, is worse than anything you can do to me, homie. I spent the last week inside my own head. You were never there. Sure, some of the things you might have put me through, they might have triggered some memories and whatnot-- but that's my own shit. That's somethin' I'm dealing with and it's something I'll get through.
Orbit takes the cigar out of the ashtray and takes another puff, along with a sip of the Hennessy.
Steve Orbit: So what I'ma do is, I'ma take all this bullshit I been goin' through... and I'ma convert it into mother fuckin' energy. It's all energy. Negative, positive-- it's all motivation, homie. On Sunday you gonna witness the physical manifestation of all of that energy. To put it simple and plain, I'ma be unstoppable. There ain't no way you gonna put me down for anything like ten, Seifer. It just ain't gonna happen. On the flipside of that, what I have in store for you is pure destruction. I'ma make you pay for what you did to Jewell. That fear she must have felt... I'ma make you feel that fear, I'ma give it to you. I'ma make you feel the pain that I felt, hangin' above the ring. All my blood you spilled? I'ma take twice that from you. These are no idle threats, Seifer. This is the World Champion telling you exactly how it's gonna go down, with two years of success after success to back it up.
Orbit laughs, shaking his head.
Steve Orbit: It never had to be like this. We coulda had ourselves a nice lil' wrestling match, and you coulda took your nice, clean beating and been on your way. Now? You gonna have to suffer, man. Now, I'ma take a peice of your mother fuckin' soul during this match. I'ma take a little bit of your life away, during this match at Asesinato de Mayo. That's the way you want it-- that's the way you gonna get it.
Orbit stretches and stands up.
Steve Orbit: Lookin' forward to puttin' your ass behind me, Seifer. You, and all y'all S-PAC mother fuckers, finally gone from the World Title scene. Good riddance.
Orbit winks at the camera... still rolling, we follow Orbit into the bedroom. He opens up his suitcase and takes out a small box. With a closer look we see it's the box of Suboxone, the medication that Tina gave him to help him quit taking painkillers. We see Orbit take a packet out of the box and rip it open, taking out an orange film, it almost looks like a Listerine strip. He looks in the mirror and carefully places it under his tongue. He sits on the bed and leans back, letting the medication dissolve and enter his bloodstream sublingually. With that, we fade out.