Prison Letter/Fuck the World Title
Dec 16, 2013 20:18:08 GMT -5
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Post by Steve Orbit on Dec 16, 2013 20:18:08 GMT -5
The following hand-written letter was submitted anonymously to WCF.com. It is purportedly written by Steve Orbit during the period of his incarceration.
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I promised myself I wouldn't ever end up in a place like this again.
Yet, here I am.
How did I get here? What the fuck happened to me?
Everything was going fine. More than fine, it was great. My life was more than I ever dreamed of. I had it all, everything a man could desire in this world. I had the money, the fame, the women, the cars. I bought a jet this year. I been to so many exotic God damn vacation spots I can't even remember them all. Last year, when I accepted my award for United States Champion of the year, I told everyone I was gonna win the World Title in 2013. What did I do? I won the World Title in July. Everything I set out to do, I did, and then some. I was on top of the mother fuckin' world.
And then I started hanging around with Jonny Fly. Now, me and Fly, we never liked each other, but we always respected each other as competitors. We understood each other. We came from the same type of background, raised in the same type of environment. We both grew up in the 'hood. We both have that survival of the fittest, kill or be killed attitude because of it. We both have that killer instinct. When I came to WCF, among all the great talents here, Fly was the one who really stood out to me. Not necessarily because he kept winning World titles, but because I understood him. I "get" him. I had him figured out-- because he reminds me of myself.
So when he approached me with the offer to expand Club Violet to NYC, I thought he was trying to help a brother out. I thought he saw in me, what I saw in him. I thought he figured, like I figured, that together we would be unstoppable-- in the ring, and otherwise. See, there ain't enough room in the fed for two people like Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit. There can only be one "best". But take us and put us together... and you create something entirely different-- a two-man army, a force of mother fuckin' nature.
Turns out, he didn't wanna help a brother out. Turns out, he didn't wanna take the high road with Steve Orbit. He wanted to bury me. As I said, there ain't room enough for the both of us-- Fly didn't wanna share the spotlight. I understand that. I do. I'm just comin' from a different place, that's all. I'm not a jealous guy. That's feminine shit. I don't hate nobody. All I ever done in my whole life is try to elevate people and help people and put them on the right track. And all I ever got back was jealousy and envy because of my successes and because of my natural talent. In my wrestling career, it's carried over-- from Odin, to Waylon and now Fly. It's the same story over and over again. When you're successful-- or, when you're great at something, when you're the BEST-- it scares your peers. Instead of competing with you, they want to take you out of the picture altogether. In their simple, square, jealous minds, that's the only way they can succeed is if you fail. I look at life in a different way. I think there's enough pie out there for everybody to get a piece. I don't have to destroy my brothers to feel alright about myself. That's what sets me apart from the rest. I learned that from the pimps. That's pimp shit.
Sitting in this cell, I realize now that I fucked up. I mean, I had re-opened Club Violet as the sole owner. My life-long dream-- realized. I had it all, so why? Why did I need more? I know the answer. I have to be honest with myself. I got greedy. I wasn't satisfied with what I had. Fly talked about owning NYC, about the money we would make, about how we would be kings... I liked that. I wanted that, I wanted more. That's my bad, that's my fault. I should have been grateful for what I had, because now... now, I ain't got shit. Everything is gone. Now, I finally understand why Joey never wanted to expand. Now I understand why he was happy with his little peice of the pie. He had his Club, his massager parlors-- he never got too large. He kept his hands in everything and that's why he never lost control. He died a mother fuckin' pimp and can't nobody take that away from him. I coulda been just like him-- followed in his foot steps. Instead... I let greed get the best of me.
I miss Joey. It's not the same no more. It's like I don't have that voice of reason and guidance anymore. I always had the nigga to call and bounce ideas off, to set me on the right track when I needed it. He was more than a father figure or anything like that. He was my best mother fuckin' friend. My big homie. And maybe... just maybe, I was looking for that in Fly. Maybe that's why I trusted him when my gut told me I shouldn't. It's time to be honest, y'all. I was vulnerable. The mother fucker took advantage of me when I was weak and I had a fucking lapse in judgement. He was the devil on my shoulder when I needed a friend and he led me directly to the fucking slaughter.
Fly is the reason why I'm in here. He set me up from day one. He brought me into his organization for the sole reason of making me his fall guy. Why me? He could have used anyone. I know why. He knew that sooner or later I was coming for that World Title. And on top of that, he knows I'm the one exception to the rule. I'm the one who can beat Jonny Fly. I'm the one who can end the Era. We've been through this before.
I'm gonna kill Jonny Fly. He needs to die. What kind of a man am I if I don't kill this man? He turned on me, he sold me out. He gave me up. He broke all the rules, all the codes that a decent man should live by. You know what your problem is, Fly, you been away from the streets for too long. You been too big for too long. You forgot where you came from. You forgot about being broke and not having nothing to eat and living off the streets to survive. I used to respect you because we come from the same type of environment. But you ain't that guy no more. You turned into a bitch. I'll never be like you, Jonny, I'll never forget where I came from. Never.
When you gain another main's trust and then use that against him? That's some real dirty, lowdown shit. That's some real undercover cop shit. That is some real life snitch shit. You are the lowest of the low, Jonny. You can never go back to the hood. Never. You can never go to prison. They'll kill you for what you did. I promise you one thing, I'ma have the entire state of California aiming at your fucking face. You can't come out here. You lost all your hood priveledges. Who's gonna deal with you now, Jonny? Nobody. Whatever street cred you had is gone. You're labeled a snitch and that's for life. And I'm the one who's gonna give you what you deserve and put you in the fucking dirt.
At this point I don't even care about the World Title. This is personal. This is about Steve Orbit righting a wrong. I have to break you, Fly. I have to destroy you. If I get the opportunity to do it at the main event of One, then that's what I'll do. I don't care if I fucking murder you live on Pay Per View. Your life is meaningless to me, you're nothing to me. You ain't got a soul. You're fuckin' dead already.
I'm not satisfied with second best. I don't wanna be "as good as Fly". When people ask, "who's the best', I don't want people to say "Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit". Fuck that. I'm the one. There's no such thing as a reign that lasts forever. Fly's had a great run. This has truly been the era of Jonny Fly. But it's over now. I'm ending it. I'm ushering in a new era. My time. My era. I'll beat Fly-- and then I'll beat his records. I'll win two Wars and two Ultimate Showdowns. I'll win five World titles-- fuck, I'll win all the titles. And I'll do it just to erase Jonny Fly's name from the history books. Just to etch my name above his. Just to prove once and for all that I, Steve Orbit, am a better man than Jonny Fly.
I gotta get out of here and kill this mother fucker.
Fuck you, Jonny Fly. I'm coming for you. One way or another.
Bastard.
==
On Monday, December 16th, "The Mack" Steve Orbit was released from High Desert State Prison in Nevada. He immediately boarded a plane for Pennsylvania where he met with his lawyer, Jeffrey Wynn.
Scene opens at the law offices of Wynn & Wynn. We're inside Jeffrey Wynn's office-- it's a corner office with a nice view and a modern decor. His various law degrees hang on the walls. Sitting across from Jeffrey is Steve Orbit. He's wearing a baby blue suit and 'gator boots.
Jeff Wynn: So, I understand you'd like to go back to work immediately.
Steve Orbit: Yeah. I got a big title match coming up this weekend and I don't wanna miss it.
Jeff Wynn: I've spoken with representatives from WCF. I've left messages-- I've gone to the offices personally. It seems they aren't budging on this.
Steve Orbit: Well, they have to fuckin' budge. I have a contract, signed by Sarah Twilight.
Jeff Wynn: I'm aware. I have a copy of your contract right here, and it appears you may have violated the terms--
Steve Orbit: Not that contract, homie.
Orbit reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a single peice of paper. It's on official WCF stationary. He hands it to Jeffrey, who begins to read it over. After a few moments, he starts laughing.
Jeff Wynn: Well, this changes everything, don't it?
Orbit grins.
Steve Orbit: I thought you'd like that. Time is runnin' out, though, can we make this happen? Like today?
Jeffrey is a step ahead of Orbit. He's already on the phone. Speakerphone.
WCF Secretary: WCF headquarters, how may I direct your call?
Jeff Wynn: Hello, this is Jeffrey Wynn, with the law offices of Wynn & Wynn. It's very important that I speak with Sarah Twilight, immediately.
WCF Secretary: Hold please.
Some muzak plays as we're on hold.
WCF Secretary: Hello, Mister Wynn? Sarah's not available right now. Also, she um... she instructed me to give you this message, if you called. It's, um... "stop calling me, you annoying prick. Orbit is not getting back into the main event, so... um..."
It's awkward for the secretary to read it.
WCF Secretary: "So, uh.. fuck right off, you sleazy, overpaid dipshit." That's the, uh... the whole message, sir.
Jeffrey smiles.
Jeff Wynn: Well, alrighty then. Thanks for relaying it to me, and I suppose I'll have to figure out another way to contact her. Have a nice day!
Jeff presses a button, ending the call.
Jeff Wynn: You wouldn't happen to have her personal phone number?
Steve Orbit: Nah-- I mean, I used to have it. She probably changed it three times by now. You wanna just go down there?
Jeff Wynn: To WCF headquarters?
Steve Orbit: Yeah, why not? Everybody knows me down there. I can get us through to Sarah's office.
Jeff Wynn: How do you know she's even there?
Steve Orbit: It's the week of One-- trust me, she's there.
Jeff gets up from the desk, grabs his jacket, and the two men leave the office.
==
Steve Orbit and his legal representative arrive at WCF Headquarters about a forty-five minutes later. They get as far as the entrance until they are stopped by a rather large security guard.
Security Guard: Whoa, where do you think you're going, Orbit?
Orbit takes a step forward.
Steve Orbit: I'm goin' to talk to my boss, homie.
The guard steps in front of him and puts his hands up.
Security Guard: Not so fast. I'm under direct orders to eject you from the premesis on sight.
Orbit takes another step forward, almost in the guard's face.
Steve Orbit: Orders from who?
Security Guard: From my superior. And from what I understand, they go all the way up to Miss Twilight.
Orbit's lawyer steps in.
Jeff Wynn: Hey, fellas-- let's take it easy, alright?
Wynn seperates the two men, and then begins talking to the guard.
Jeff Wynn: Your orders are to eject Steve. Not me, correct?
Security Guard: ... That's right, but--
Jeff Wynn: Alrighty, then. Steve, I'll be out in five minutes. Wait right here.
Wynn enters the building, leaving Orbit and the Security Guard grilling each other outside.
Four minutes and fifty seconds later, Jeff Wynn comes back outside. Orbit and the guard are still engaged in a staring contest-- they both turn to look at Jeff.
Jeff Wynn: Let's go.
Steve Orbit: ... Damn, what we gonna do now?
Wynn points inside the building, smiling.
Jeff Wynn: No, not let's go, like, let's leave-- let's go INSIDE. C'mon.
Orbit smiles and they begin to walk into the building, but the guard stops them once again.
Security Guard: I can't just let you go in--
A call comes in on the guard's radio, telling him to let Orbit and his lawyer pass. His facial expression sinks, and he steps aside, letting them pass. They walk through the lobby towards an elevator and press the button.
Steve Orbit: How'd you pull that off?
Jeffrey flashes a slick smile.
Jeff Wynn: I told the front office I was gonna get the media down here talkin' about this special contract of yours.
Orbit grins. They enter the elevator.
When they exit the elevator, they walk through a hall until they reach the office of Sarah Twilight. Jeffrey knocks on the door-- Sarah opens it quickly, as she was expecting them. She's not too thrilled to see them, to say the last.
Sarah Twilight: Let's get this over with.
Orbit and Jeff walk into the office. Orbit takes a look around, perhaps admiring the office. Jeffrey takes a seat across from Sarah's desk and gets right to work.
Jeff Wynn: My client demands the reinstatement of the originally planned, contractually guaranteed main event at this Sunday's One Pay Per View. If you fail to reinstate the originally planned, contractually guaranteed main event World Title match, Steve Orbit versus Jonny Fly, my client is prepared to file legal action against WCF and against you personally, Miss Twilight.
Sarah sighs and pulls a copy of Steve Orbit's contract out from her desk. She flips through it to until she reaches the page she's looking for.
Sarah Twilight: "If the signee" ... that's you, Steve. "If the signee fails to appear to a scheduled event, or" ... pay attention to this part, Steve. "or if it can be REASONABLY ASSUMED that he will fail to appear at a scheduled event, then the signee is in breach of contract and this agreement is in whole or partially terminated."
She passes the contract to Jeffrey.
Sarah Twilight: Orbit got himself in trouble with the law. I have a business to run. The detectives told me that Steve Orbit was a goner, that his career was over. Therefore, I had to make the reasonable assumption that he would fail to appear at the One Pay Per View, and I changed the booking accordingly. This isn't rocket science-- and this is the last time I'm explaining it.
Jeffrey passes the contract back to Sarah, without looking at it. Instead, he takes out the "other" contract from his jacket pocket. He passes it to Sarah.
Jeff Wynn: What about this, Sarah?
Sarah's eyes widen as she reads the paper.
Jeff Wynn: That IS your signature, isn't it, Miss Twilight?
Sarah Twilight: Yes, but Fly said... I mean... God damnit, Fly.
Sarah puts her head in her hands and blows a deep breath. Jeff looks over at Orbit and winks.
Jeff Wynn: I assume you've changed your mind?
Sarah thinks for a moment with her head resting on her hand, looking at the contract.
Sarah Twilight: You know what? No. Nice try, but no. This is a backroom deal. If this comes to light, we all go down. Fly, Orbit...
Jeff Wynn: You too, Miss Twilight. I mean, these guys were just tryin' to get a match-- you're the one who took the bribe and made it happen. Can you imagine what the public would think... what investors would think? If they hear that the main event can be bought and sold?
Sarah slams her fist on the desk.
Sarah Twilight: Shut the fuck up. This is not happening-- not like this. I won't be threatened or intimidated by some scrawny little punk lawyer. You can kiss my ass, the match is off.
Jeff Wynn: Well, then, I guess we'll just have to go to the media. Let's go, Steve.
Jeff takes up his papers and his briefcase and is about to get up, when... Orbit finally takes a seat next to Jeff, facing Sarah.
Steve Orbit: Sarah... please.
Jeff Wynn: Steve, we're done here. And Sarah, she's really done, this is the last time you'll be seeing her in this office--
Steve Orbit: Aight, man. Stop. Sarah, please give me my shot at Fly. Please.
Sarah seems a bit intrigued by Orbit's pleading. She thinks about it for a moment.
Sarah Twilight: You've got ten seconds to convince me that I should put the match back on.
Orbit and Sarah lock eyes.
Steve Orbit: Sarah. I wanna kill Jonny Fly. I intend on killin' his ass in the main event at One. If you'll give me the chance.
Sarah's eyes widen. She smiles, and her lust for blood perhaps gets the best of her. There's a few moments of silence.
Sarah Twilight: Very well, Steve. You'll face Jonny Fly in the main event at One for the World Title.
Orbit nods to Sarah. Jeff seems to be more excited about it than either Sarah or Orbit. He tries to high-five Orbit but he's still locked in a stare with Sarah.
Sarah Twilight: I trust that contract will be disposed of properly.
Steve Orbit: It never happened.
Orbit and Jeff get up. Sarah begins to make a call as they leave the room.
Sarah Twilight: It's Sarah, put me through to PR. ... It's Sarah. I have a big announcement to make and I need you to get the word out. The original main event for One is back on. Steve Orbit versus Jonny Fly for the World Title. ... That's correct. Kevin and George! are out. Orbit is in. ... Yes, that's final. Put it out there, let's hype this thing up. ... Ok. Thanks.
She ends the call.
==
Scene opens inside the Penthouse Executive Club-- a high-end strip club on West 45th Street in NYC. Inside, we find "The Mack" Steve Orbit and his long-time friend and business associate, Tina. Orbit is wearing his usual flashy attire-- lots of gold, 'gator boots, feather in the cap. Tina is wearing a red miniskirt showing a lot of skin, with matching heels. She looks like she could be working at the club-- but she's there with Orbit. Keep in mind, this isn't some hole in the wall strip club. There's good lighting and the music is not too loud. Orbit and Tina sit at the bar in their private room. There are five or six strippers, various levels of nudity, hanging around in the room. It looks like a couple of Orbit's unknown friends are also hanging out talking to the girls and watching them dance in the background.
Steve Orbit: I'm glad you could make it out here. Listen, I'm sorry about everything, I know it's been a fucked up week, but things are comin' back to normal. I'm taking care of everything.
Tina: Shit is fucked up, Steve. Real fucked up. These niggas came in on Saturday night, prime time-- guns drawn and shit. They were pushing the customers around, harassing the girls. I'm tellin' you it was a shit show. I don't know how we gonna come back from this.
Orbit rubs his chin and thinks for a moment.
Steve Orbit: Don't worry about nothin'. We'll be back and we'll be better than ever.
Tina: I don't think you hearin' what I'm sayin' to you. The girls, they ain't comin' back. The customers ain't comin' back. And you...
Steve Orbit: What about me?
Tina: Your name is disgraced, Steve. Everybody thinks you some kinda high-level mafia don or some shit. Even the customers was askin' about it, if it was true. And then with the raid-- I just don't know. I don't think things will ever be the same.
Steve Orbit: It's just gonna take time. That's all. Shit like this happens. I can come back from this. WE can come back from this. And Club Violet, can DEFINITELY come back from this. If the girls don't wanna come back to work? Fuck 'em, we'll find other girls. Customers don't wanna come? Fuck 'em, we'll start advertising or bringin' in bus loads of mother fuckers. I'm a pimp, Tina, I'm a hustler. This shit ain't gonna hold me down, you can believe that.
Tina: I hope you're right, I'm just sayin'--
Steve Orbit: I don't blame you for feelin' like that. Anyway, we gonna officially re-open after the New Year, aight? I want you to just relax, just kick it until then. Don't stress about nothin'. Take a trip somewhere, I dunno, just take care of yourself, aight?
Tina: Ok.
Orbit smiles. Just then, two strippers approach and start grinding on Orbit's legs. They're... just really hot. Picture the hottest girls ever and that's them. Use your imagination. One of them is wearing a two-piece bikini, the other is topless with cut-off shorts.
Stripper 1: Would you like a private dance?
Steve Orbit: We already in the private room, bitch, I ain't givin' you a dime.
Stripper 2: Too bad...
The girls continue to dance next to Orbit. Tina watches them like a teacher would watch a student. She studies their movements and seemingly judges them in her mind. Orbit dances with them, in his seat. After a few moments, Tina changes the subject.
Tina: What's up with your wrestling career? They gonna hire you back?
Orbit grins.
Steve Orbit: Oh yeah, I'm back in, baby. I'm back in that mother fucker, all the way in.
Tina: Didn't you have some big match coming up? That still on?
Steve Orbit: Oh yeah... versus Jonny Fly. I'ma kill the mother fucker. He the one who put us in this whole fucked up predicament. I'ma murder his ass, straight up.
Orbit goes back to dancing and laughing with the strippers.
Tina: But isn't it a World championship match?
Steve Orbit: Fuck the World Title. This is a grudge match. I'm goin' in there to take his mother fuckin' life away from him. He tried to take it away from me. He gotta go, man. I'ma body that mother fucker.
Orbit seems to get more into the strippers. He's standing up, dancing with both of them. One in the front, one behind him. It's getting pretty hot.
Tina: But... shouldn't you be focused on the Title?
Orbit seems annoyed by the line of questioning as he's trying to get his grind on with these super hot strippers. He pulls out his bill fold.
Steve Orbit: How much for that private dance, bitches? Can we go somewhere a bit more private?
The girls smile and lead him into a private booth. He waves goodbye to Tina-- she flips him off. Orbit and the two strippers enter the booth. It's a rather small room with a couch and not much space for anything else. The girls immediately strip naked and begin to paw all over Orbit.
Stripper 1: So, you are a pro wrestler?
Stripper 2: Wanna show us some of your moves?
Orbit starts feelin' all on their bodies... but his mind seems elsewhere. His shirt comes off. They start to unbuckle his belt... but he stops them.
Steve Orbit: Wait, I gotta do somethin' real quick first.
Orbit turns and faces the camera.
Steve Orbit: I know Jonny Fly is great. Aight? I know he's great. He's spent his entire, whole career runnin' through everybody tryin' to be the best. And he's won-- he's won everything. He's beat everyone.
Yeah. He's really cutting a promo in a fuck booth at the strip club. Like a mother fuckin' P-I-M-P.
Steve Orbit: I'm the only one left. Fly has accomplished every single goal he's set for himself. I hear he wants to be the longest reigning World Champion in history, that's nice. I know he really wants that. But you know what else he really wants?
He pauses. The girls start to rub his chest and all over his body from behind.
Steve Orbit: He wants to beat me in a one-on-one match. He wants it so bad. But you know why he really set me up? You know why he tried to make me go away forever? The TRUTH? He's afraid he can't do it. The other guys who had victories over him-- Jay Price, FPV-- he turned around and beat them, down the road. He righted those wrongs in his mind, those bruises to his mother fuckin' ego. He healed those wounds. And I get that. In his mind, that made the losses OK. They're still losses, whether he wants to admit it to himself or not, just like what happened at Explosion was real when I pinned Jonny Fly in the middle of the fuckin' ring. But at least he knows he can beat Jay Price, and he knows he can beat FPV. Me? He's not sure. He'll never admit it, but he's worried. He knows I'm a different breed altogether. I am the most naturally gifted, motivated, pimp slash wrestler in the world. He KNOWS me, and he KNOWS it's true. I've proven that I have it in me to beat anyone-- ANYONE.
He pauses again for dramatic effect.
Steve Orbit: This is a lot like Explosion-- Fly tried to take everything from me, again. This time he tried to make sure I would never come back, but he failed-- again. And he'll fail at One. Once again he'll find out that backing Steve Orbit against the wall is the worst thing anybody can do. You know what I'm sayin'? He likes to bring up all these other matches we've been in-- War, Ultimate Showdown, clusterfuck A, B, C and D. When people think about Fly versus Orbit, they don't remember those mother fuckin' matches, because they didn't matter. Maybe some of them mattered, but they don't count as part of our story. They ain't even a page in our book. We have one match in our history, at Explosion-- and I won. I WON. Fly's not convincing anybody that those other matches matter. Even he knows they don't matter. He also knows that his usual braggadoccio won't work in this situation with Steve Orbit, because I'm not the 99 out of 100 guys that he's beaten before. I'm the guy that he's NEVER beat. I'm also the guy that he NEVER WILL BEAT.
He pauses again. The girls are really grabbing at him now.
Steve Orbit: Last time, it was business. Last time, you threatened my job-- you tried to take away my livelihood. But at least you were straight up about it. I knew you were my enemy, I knew exactly what you were doing the whole mother fuckin' time. This time... it's personal. You decieved me, Fly. You played me. You earned my trust and you fuckin' took advantage of it. You smiled in my face and stabbed me in the back, Fly. I can't excuse that. I won't excuse it. I hope you learned your lesson-- you can't get one over on me. Look at the results, mother fucker. If you... somehow... live through our match at One, I'ma be right there when they put your ass in jail. I'ma watch you go down and I'ma laugh, I'ma enjoy it. Revenge is such a beautiful thing, homie. At One... I take mine. I take my revenge.
We coulda had a nice, professional competition. Now you gonna be fightin' for your life, son. Remember you did this to yourself. We coulda conquered the world. Instead... I'ma conquer you. I'ma conquer Jonny Fly.
Again.
The Era of Jonny Fly ends at One. That's my mother fuckin' word.
Now if you'll excuse me.
Orbit turns around and starts to get biz-zay. He closes the curtain and the camera zooms outward... fade out.
==
I promised myself I wouldn't ever end up in a place like this again.
Yet, here I am.
How did I get here? What the fuck happened to me?
Everything was going fine. More than fine, it was great. My life was more than I ever dreamed of. I had it all, everything a man could desire in this world. I had the money, the fame, the women, the cars. I bought a jet this year. I been to so many exotic God damn vacation spots I can't even remember them all. Last year, when I accepted my award for United States Champion of the year, I told everyone I was gonna win the World Title in 2013. What did I do? I won the World Title in July. Everything I set out to do, I did, and then some. I was on top of the mother fuckin' world.
And then I started hanging around with Jonny Fly. Now, me and Fly, we never liked each other, but we always respected each other as competitors. We understood each other. We came from the same type of background, raised in the same type of environment. We both grew up in the 'hood. We both have that survival of the fittest, kill or be killed attitude because of it. We both have that killer instinct. When I came to WCF, among all the great talents here, Fly was the one who really stood out to me. Not necessarily because he kept winning World titles, but because I understood him. I "get" him. I had him figured out-- because he reminds me of myself.
So when he approached me with the offer to expand Club Violet to NYC, I thought he was trying to help a brother out. I thought he saw in me, what I saw in him. I thought he figured, like I figured, that together we would be unstoppable-- in the ring, and otherwise. See, there ain't enough room in the fed for two people like Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit. There can only be one "best". But take us and put us together... and you create something entirely different-- a two-man army, a force of mother fuckin' nature.
Turns out, he didn't wanna help a brother out. Turns out, he didn't wanna take the high road with Steve Orbit. He wanted to bury me. As I said, there ain't room enough for the both of us-- Fly didn't wanna share the spotlight. I understand that. I do. I'm just comin' from a different place, that's all. I'm not a jealous guy. That's feminine shit. I don't hate nobody. All I ever done in my whole life is try to elevate people and help people and put them on the right track. And all I ever got back was jealousy and envy because of my successes and because of my natural talent. In my wrestling career, it's carried over-- from Odin, to Waylon and now Fly. It's the same story over and over again. When you're successful-- or, when you're great at something, when you're the BEST-- it scares your peers. Instead of competing with you, they want to take you out of the picture altogether. In their simple, square, jealous minds, that's the only way they can succeed is if you fail. I look at life in a different way. I think there's enough pie out there for everybody to get a piece. I don't have to destroy my brothers to feel alright about myself. That's what sets me apart from the rest. I learned that from the pimps. That's pimp shit.
Sitting in this cell, I realize now that I fucked up. I mean, I had re-opened Club Violet as the sole owner. My life-long dream-- realized. I had it all, so why? Why did I need more? I know the answer. I have to be honest with myself. I got greedy. I wasn't satisfied with what I had. Fly talked about owning NYC, about the money we would make, about how we would be kings... I liked that. I wanted that, I wanted more. That's my bad, that's my fault. I should have been grateful for what I had, because now... now, I ain't got shit. Everything is gone. Now, I finally understand why Joey never wanted to expand. Now I understand why he was happy with his little peice of the pie. He had his Club, his massager parlors-- he never got too large. He kept his hands in everything and that's why he never lost control. He died a mother fuckin' pimp and can't nobody take that away from him. I coulda been just like him-- followed in his foot steps. Instead... I let greed get the best of me.
I miss Joey. It's not the same no more. It's like I don't have that voice of reason and guidance anymore. I always had the nigga to call and bounce ideas off, to set me on the right track when I needed it. He was more than a father figure or anything like that. He was my best mother fuckin' friend. My big homie. And maybe... just maybe, I was looking for that in Fly. Maybe that's why I trusted him when my gut told me I shouldn't. It's time to be honest, y'all. I was vulnerable. The mother fucker took advantage of me when I was weak and I had a fucking lapse in judgement. He was the devil on my shoulder when I needed a friend and he led me directly to the fucking slaughter.
Fly is the reason why I'm in here. He set me up from day one. He brought me into his organization for the sole reason of making me his fall guy. Why me? He could have used anyone. I know why. He knew that sooner or later I was coming for that World Title. And on top of that, he knows I'm the one exception to the rule. I'm the one who can beat Jonny Fly. I'm the one who can end the Era. We've been through this before.
I'm gonna kill Jonny Fly. He needs to die. What kind of a man am I if I don't kill this man? He turned on me, he sold me out. He gave me up. He broke all the rules, all the codes that a decent man should live by. You know what your problem is, Fly, you been away from the streets for too long. You been too big for too long. You forgot where you came from. You forgot about being broke and not having nothing to eat and living off the streets to survive. I used to respect you because we come from the same type of environment. But you ain't that guy no more. You turned into a bitch. I'll never be like you, Jonny, I'll never forget where I came from. Never.
When you gain another main's trust and then use that against him? That's some real dirty, lowdown shit. That's some real undercover cop shit. That is some real life snitch shit. You are the lowest of the low, Jonny. You can never go back to the hood. Never. You can never go to prison. They'll kill you for what you did. I promise you one thing, I'ma have the entire state of California aiming at your fucking face. You can't come out here. You lost all your hood priveledges. Who's gonna deal with you now, Jonny? Nobody. Whatever street cred you had is gone. You're labeled a snitch and that's for life. And I'm the one who's gonna give you what you deserve and put you in the fucking dirt.
At this point I don't even care about the World Title. This is personal. This is about Steve Orbit righting a wrong. I have to break you, Fly. I have to destroy you. If I get the opportunity to do it at the main event of One, then that's what I'll do. I don't care if I fucking murder you live on Pay Per View. Your life is meaningless to me, you're nothing to me. You ain't got a soul. You're fuckin' dead already.
I'm not satisfied with second best. I don't wanna be "as good as Fly". When people ask, "who's the best', I don't want people to say "Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit". Fuck that. I'm the one. There's no such thing as a reign that lasts forever. Fly's had a great run. This has truly been the era of Jonny Fly. But it's over now. I'm ending it. I'm ushering in a new era. My time. My era. I'll beat Fly-- and then I'll beat his records. I'll win two Wars and two Ultimate Showdowns. I'll win five World titles-- fuck, I'll win all the titles. And I'll do it just to erase Jonny Fly's name from the history books. Just to etch my name above his. Just to prove once and for all that I, Steve Orbit, am a better man than Jonny Fly.
I gotta get out of here and kill this mother fucker.
Fuck you, Jonny Fly. I'm coming for you. One way or another.
Bastard.
==
On Monday, December 16th, "The Mack" Steve Orbit was released from High Desert State Prison in Nevada. He immediately boarded a plane for Pennsylvania where he met with his lawyer, Jeffrey Wynn.
Scene opens at the law offices of Wynn & Wynn. We're inside Jeffrey Wynn's office-- it's a corner office with a nice view and a modern decor. His various law degrees hang on the walls. Sitting across from Jeffrey is Steve Orbit. He's wearing a baby blue suit and 'gator boots.
Jeff Wynn: So, I understand you'd like to go back to work immediately.
Steve Orbit: Yeah. I got a big title match coming up this weekend and I don't wanna miss it.
Jeff Wynn: I've spoken with representatives from WCF. I've left messages-- I've gone to the offices personally. It seems they aren't budging on this.
Steve Orbit: Well, they have to fuckin' budge. I have a contract, signed by Sarah Twilight.
Jeff Wynn: I'm aware. I have a copy of your contract right here, and it appears you may have violated the terms--
Steve Orbit: Not that contract, homie.
Orbit reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a single peice of paper. It's on official WCF stationary. He hands it to Jeffrey, who begins to read it over. After a few moments, he starts laughing.
Jeff Wynn: Well, this changes everything, don't it?
Orbit grins.
Steve Orbit: I thought you'd like that. Time is runnin' out, though, can we make this happen? Like today?
Jeffrey is a step ahead of Orbit. He's already on the phone. Speakerphone.
WCF Secretary: WCF headquarters, how may I direct your call?
Jeff Wynn: Hello, this is Jeffrey Wynn, with the law offices of Wynn & Wynn. It's very important that I speak with Sarah Twilight, immediately.
WCF Secretary: Hold please.
Some muzak plays as we're on hold.
WCF Secretary: Hello, Mister Wynn? Sarah's not available right now. Also, she um... she instructed me to give you this message, if you called. It's, um... "stop calling me, you annoying prick. Orbit is not getting back into the main event, so... um..."
It's awkward for the secretary to read it.
WCF Secretary: "So, uh.. fuck right off, you sleazy, overpaid dipshit." That's the, uh... the whole message, sir.
Jeffrey smiles.
Jeff Wynn: Well, alrighty then. Thanks for relaying it to me, and I suppose I'll have to figure out another way to contact her. Have a nice day!
Jeff presses a button, ending the call.
Jeff Wynn: You wouldn't happen to have her personal phone number?
Steve Orbit: Nah-- I mean, I used to have it. She probably changed it three times by now. You wanna just go down there?
Jeff Wynn: To WCF headquarters?
Steve Orbit: Yeah, why not? Everybody knows me down there. I can get us through to Sarah's office.
Jeff Wynn: How do you know she's even there?
Steve Orbit: It's the week of One-- trust me, she's there.
Jeff gets up from the desk, grabs his jacket, and the two men leave the office.
==
Steve Orbit and his legal representative arrive at WCF Headquarters about a forty-five minutes later. They get as far as the entrance until they are stopped by a rather large security guard.
Security Guard: Whoa, where do you think you're going, Orbit?
Orbit takes a step forward.
Steve Orbit: I'm goin' to talk to my boss, homie.
The guard steps in front of him and puts his hands up.
Security Guard: Not so fast. I'm under direct orders to eject you from the premesis on sight.
Orbit takes another step forward, almost in the guard's face.
Steve Orbit: Orders from who?
Security Guard: From my superior. And from what I understand, they go all the way up to Miss Twilight.
Orbit's lawyer steps in.
Jeff Wynn: Hey, fellas-- let's take it easy, alright?
Wynn seperates the two men, and then begins talking to the guard.
Jeff Wynn: Your orders are to eject Steve. Not me, correct?
Security Guard: ... That's right, but--
Jeff Wynn: Alrighty, then. Steve, I'll be out in five minutes. Wait right here.
Wynn enters the building, leaving Orbit and the Security Guard grilling each other outside.
Four minutes and fifty seconds later, Jeff Wynn comes back outside. Orbit and the guard are still engaged in a staring contest-- they both turn to look at Jeff.
Jeff Wynn: Let's go.
Steve Orbit: ... Damn, what we gonna do now?
Wynn points inside the building, smiling.
Jeff Wynn: No, not let's go, like, let's leave-- let's go INSIDE. C'mon.
Orbit smiles and they begin to walk into the building, but the guard stops them once again.
Security Guard: I can't just let you go in--
A call comes in on the guard's radio, telling him to let Orbit and his lawyer pass. His facial expression sinks, and he steps aside, letting them pass. They walk through the lobby towards an elevator and press the button.
Steve Orbit: How'd you pull that off?
Jeffrey flashes a slick smile.
Jeff Wynn: I told the front office I was gonna get the media down here talkin' about this special contract of yours.
Orbit grins. They enter the elevator.
When they exit the elevator, they walk through a hall until they reach the office of Sarah Twilight. Jeffrey knocks on the door-- Sarah opens it quickly, as she was expecting them. She's not too thrilled to see them, to say the last.
Sarah Twilight: Let's get this over with.
Orbit and Jeff walk into the office. Orbit takes a look around, perhaps admiring the office. Jeffrey takes a seat across from Sarah's desk and gets right to work.
Jeff Wynn: My client demands the reinstatement of the originally planned, contractually guaranteed main event at this Sunday's One Pay Per View. If you fail to reinstate the originally planned, contractually guaranteed main event World Title match, Steve Orbit versus Jonny Fly, my client is prepared to file legal action against WCF and against you personally, Miss Twilight.
Sarah sighs and pulls a copy of Steve Orbit's contract out from her desk. She flips through it to until she reaches the page she's looking for.
Sarah Twilight: "If the signee" ... that's you, Steve. "If the signee fails to appear to a scheduled event, or" ... pay attention to this part, Steve. "or if it can be REASONABLY ASSUMED that he will fail to appear at a scheduled event, then the signee is in breach of contract and this agreement is in whole or partially terminated."
She passes the contract to Jeffrey.
Sarah Twilight: Orbit got himself in trouble with the law. I have a business to run. The detectives told me that Steve Orbit was a goner, that his career was over. Therefore, I had to make the reasonable assumption that he would fail to appear at the One Pay Per View, and I changed the booking accordingly. This isn't rocket science-- and this is the last time I'm explaining it.
Jeffrey passes the contract back to Sarah, without looking at it. Instead, he takes out the "other" contract from his jacket pocket. He passes it to Sarah.
Jeff Wynn: What about this, Sarah?
Sarah's eyes widen as she reads the paper.
Jeff Wynn: That IS your signature, isn't it, Miss Twilight?
Sarah Twilight: Yes, but Fly said... I mean... God damnit, Fly.
Sarah puts her head in her hands and blows a deep breath. Jeff looks over at Orbit and winks.
Jeff Wynn: I assume you've changed your mind?
Sarah thinks for a moment with her head resting on her hand, looking at the contract.
Sarah Twilight: You know what? No. Nice try, but no. This is a backroom deal. If this comes to light, we all go down. Fly, Orbit...
Jeff Wynn: You too, Miss Twilight. I mean, these guys were just tryin' to get a match-- you're the one who took the bribe and made it happen. Can you imagine what the public would think... what investors would think? If they hear that the main event can be bought and sold?
Sarah slams her fist on the desk.
Sarah Twilight: Shut the fuck up. This is not happening-- not like this. I won't be threatened or intimidated by some scrawny little punk lawyer. You can kiss my ass, the match is off.
Jeff Wynn: Well, then, I guess we'll just have to go to the media. Let's go, Steve.
Jeff takes up his papers and his briefcase and is about to get up, when... Orbit finally takes a seat next to Jeff, facing Sarah.
Steve Orbit: Sarah... please.
Jeff Wynn: Steve, we're done here. And Sarah, she's really done, this is the last time you'll be seeing her in this office--
Steve Orbit: Aight, man. Stop. Sarah, please give me my shot at Fly. Please.
Sarah seems a bit intrigued by Orbit's pleading. She thinks about it for a moment.
Sarah Twilight: You've got ten seconds to convince me that I should put the match back on.
Orbit and Sarah lock eyes.
Steve Orbit: Sarah. I wanna kill Jonny Fly. I intend on killin' his ass in the main event at One. If you'll give me the chance.
Sarah's eyes widen. She smiles, and her lust for blood perhaps gets the best of her. There's a few moments of silence.
Sarah Twilight: Very well, Steve. You'll face Jonny Fly in the main event at One for the World Title.
Orbit nods to Sarah. Jeff seems to be more excited about it than either Sarah or Orbit. He tries to high-five Orbit but he's still locked in a stare with Sarah.
Sarah Twilight: I trust that contract will be disposed of properly.
Steve Orbit: It never happened.
Orbit and Jeff get up. Sarah begins to make a call as they leave the room.
Sarah Twilight: It's Sarah, put me through to PR. ... It's Sarah. I have a big announcement to make and I need you to get the word out. The original main event for One is back on. Steve Orbit versus Jonny Fly for the World Title. ... That's correct. Kevin and George! are out. Orbit is in. ... Yes, that's final. Put it out there, let's hype this thing up. ... Ok. Thanks.
She ends the call.
==
Scene opens inside the Penthouse Executive Club-- a high-end strip club on West 45th Street in NYC. Inside, we find "The Mack" Steve Orbit and his long-time friend and business associate, Tina. Orbit is wearing his usual flashy attire-- lots of gold, 'gator boots, feather in the cap. Tina is wearing a red miniskirt showing a lot of skin, with matching heels. She looks like she could be working at the club-- but she's there with Orbit. Keep in mind, this isn't some hole in the wall strip club. There's good lighting and the music is not too loud. Orbit and Tina sit at the bar in their private room. There are five or six strippers, various levels of nudity, hanging around in the room. It looks like a couple of Orbit's unknown friends are also hanging out talking to the girls and watching them dance in the background.
Steve Orbit: I'm glad you could make it out here. Listen, I'm sorry about everything, I know it's been a fucked up week, but things are comin' back to normal. I'm taking care of everything.
Tina: Shit is fucked up, Steve. Real fucked up. These niggas came in on Saturday night, prime time-- guns drawn and shit. They were pushing the customers around, harassing the girls. I'm tellin' you it was a shit show. I don't know how we gonna come back from this.
Orbit rubs his chin and thinks for a moment.
Steve Orbit: Don't worry about nothin'. We'll be back and we'll be better than ever.
Tina: I don't think you hearin' what I'm sayin' to you. The girls, they ain't comin' back. The customers ain't comin' back. And you...
Steve Orbit: What about me?
Tina: Your name is disgraced, Steve. Everybody thinks you some kinda high-level mafia don or some shit. Even the customers was askin' about it, if it was true. And then with the raid-- I just don't know. I don't think things will ever be the same.
Steve Orbit: It's just gonna take time. That's all. Shit like this happens. I can come back from this. WE can come back from this. And Club Violet, can DEFINITELY come back from this. If the girls don't wanna come back to work? Fuck 'em, we'll find other girls. Customers don't wanna come? Fuck 'em, we'll start advertising or bringin' in bus loads of mother fuckers. I'm a pimp, Tina, I'm a hustler. This shit ain't gonna hold me down, you can believe that.
Tina: I hope you're right, I'm just sayin'--
Steve Orbit: I don't blame you for feelin' like that. Anyway, we gonna officially re-open after the New Year, aight? I want you to just relax, just kick it until then. Don't stress about nothin'. Take a trip somewhere, I dunno, just take care of yourself, aight?
Tina: Ok.
Orbit smiles. Just then, two strippers approach and start grinding on Orbit's legs. They're... just really hot. Picture the hottest girls ever and that's them. Use your imagination. One of them is wearing a two-piece bikini, the other is topless with cut-off shorts.
Stripper 1: Would you like a private dance?
Steve Orbit: We already in the private room, bitch, I ain't givin' you a dime.
Stripper 2: Too bad...
The girls continue to dance next to Orbit. Tina watches them like a teacher would watch a student. She studies their movements and seemingly judges them in her mind. Orbit dances with them, in his seat. After a few moments, Tina changes the subject.
Tina: What's up with your wrestling career? They gonna hire you back?
Orbit grins.
Steve Orbit: Oh yeah, I'm back in, baby. I'm back in that mother fucker, all the way in.
Tina: Didn't you have some big match coming up? That still on?
Steve Orbit: Oh yeah... versus Jonny Fly. I'ma kill the mother fucker. He the one who put us in this whole fucked up predicament. I'ma murder his ass, straight up.
Orbit goes back to dancing and laughing with the strippers.
Tina: But isn't it a World championship match?
Steve Orbit: Fuck the World Title. This is a grudge match. I'm goin' in there to take his mother fuckin' life away from him. He tried to take it away from me. He gotta go, man. I'ma body that mother fucker.
Orbit seems to get more into the strippers. He's standing up, dancing with both of them. One in the front, one behind him. It's getting pretty hot.
Tina: But... shouldn't you be focused on the Title?
Orbit seems annoyed by the line of questioning as he's trying to get his grind on with these super hot strippers. He pulls out his bill fold.
Steve Orbit: How much for that private dance, bitches? Can we go somewhere a bit more private?
The girls smile and lead him into a private booth. He waves goodbye to Tina-- she flips him off. Orbit and the two strippers enter the booth. It's a rather small room with a couch and not much space for anything else. The girls immediately strip naked and begin to paw all over Orbit.
Stripper 1: So, you are a pro wrestler?
Stripper 2: Wanna show us some of your moves?
Orbit starts feelin' all on their bodies... but his mind seems elsewhere. His shirt comes off. They start to unbuckle his belt... but he stops them.
Steve Orbit: Wait, I gotta do somethin' real quick first.
Orbit turns and faces the camera.
Steve Orbit: I know Jonny Fly is great. Aight? I know he's great. He's spent his entire, whole career runnin' through everybody tryin' to be the best. And he's won-- he's won everything. He's beat everyone.
Yeah. He's really cutting a promo in a fuck booth at the strip club. Like a mother fuckin' P-I-M-P.
Steve Orbit: I'm the only one left. Fly has accomplished every single goal he's set for himself. I hear he wants to be the longest reigning World Champion in history, that's nice. I know he really wants that. But you know what else he really wants?
He pauses. The girls start to rub his chest and all over his body from behind.
Steve Orbit: He wants to beat me in a one-on-one match. He wants it so bad. But you know why he really set me up? You know why he tried to make me go away forever? The TRUTH? He's afraid he can't do it. The other guys who had victories over him-- Jay Price, FPV-- he turned around and beat them, down the road. He righted those wrongs in his mind, those bruises to his mother fuckin' ego. He healed those wounds. And I get that. In his mind, that made the losses OK. They're still losses, whether he wants to admit it to himself or not, just like what happened at Explosion was real when I pinned Jonny Fly in the middle of the fuckin' ring. But at least he knows he can beat Jay Price, and he knows he can beat FPV. Me? He's not sure. He'll never admit it, but he's worried. He knows I'm a different breed altogether. I am the most naturally gifted, motivated, pimp slash wrestler in the world. He KNOWS me, and he KNOWS it's true. I've proven that I have it in me to beat anyone-- ANYONE.
He pauses again for dramatic effect.
Steve Orbit: This is a lot like Explosion-- Fly tried to take everything from me, again. This time he tried to make sure I would never come back, but he failed-- again. And he'll fail at One. Once again he'll find out that backing Steve Orbit against the wall is the worst thing anybody can do. You know what I'm sayin'? He likes to bring up all these other matches we've been in-- War, Ultimate Showdown, clusterfuck A, B, C and D. When people think about Fly versus Orbit, they don't remember those mother fuckin' matches, because they didn't matter. Maybe some of them mattered, but they don't count as part of our story. They ain't even a page in our book. We have one match in our history, at Explosion-- and I won. I WON. Fly's not convincing anybody that those other matches matter. Even he knows they don't matter. He also knows that his usual braggadoccio won't work in this situation with Steve Orbit, because I'm not the 99 out of 100 guys that he's beaten before. I'm the guy that he's NEVER beat. I'm also the guy that he NEVER WILL BEAT.
He pauses again. The girls are really grabbing at him now.
Steve Orbit: Last time, it was business. Last time, you threatened my job-- you tried to take away my livelihood. But at least you were straight up about it. I knew you were my enemy, I knew exactly what you were doing the whole mother fuckin' time. This time... it's personal. You decieved me, Fly. You played me. You earned my trust and you fuckin' took advantage of it. You smiled in my face and stabbed me in the back, Fly. I can't excuse that. I won't excuse it. I hope you learned your lesson-- you can't get one over on me. Look at the results, mother fucker. If you... somehow... live through our match at One, I'ma be right there when they put your ass in jail. I'ma watch you go down and I'ma laugh, I'ma enjoy it. Revenge is such a beautiful thing, homie. At One... I take mine. I take my revenge.
We coulda had a nice, professional competition. Now you gonna be fightin' for your life, son. Remember you did this to yourself. We coulda conquered the world. Instead... I'ma conquer you. I'ma conquer Jonny Fly.
Again.
The Era of Jonny Fly ends at One. That's my mother fuckin' word.
Now if you'll excuse me.
Orbit turns around and starts to get biz-zay. He closes the curtain and the camera zooms outward... fade out.
