Post by Steve Orbit on Jan 26, 2014 11:06:16 GMT -5
Scene opens in Dulac, Louisiana. Caleb Fourchon's hometown. As we drive into the town, we see the Welcome to Dulac sign which reads "Population 2,413". Wow. What a back woods, hick town.
A few moments later, Orbit pulls his old school Cadillac into the gas station. The place looks straight out of the 1950s. Probably hasn't been renovated since. The old toothless hick bastard who owns the place walks out from the shop and meets Orbit at the car. His sister and his wife (the same person) peeks out the window, giving Orbit a dirty look. Orbit winks at her.
Old Hick Bastard: 'Much ya wont?
Orbit lowers his sunglasses.
Steve Orbit: What?
Old Hick Bastard: Say 'much gash ya wont? Gaddam boy.
Steve Orbit: Fill 'er up, hillbilly boy.
Orbit throws a hundred dollar bill at the old man, who proceeds to fill Orbit's tank.
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Several hours later we're in another part of Louisiana. Steve Orbit pulls down a swampy road with a hand-painted sign hanging from a tree-- "Aligater Rasslin Skool".
Next we find Orbit with a younger toothless hick bastard. He's wearing a backwards trucker hat, a white Budweiser t-shirt from the 80s and jeans rolled up to right below his kness. Orbit is wearing black Nike gym shorts and Nike sandals, no shirt. The young toothless back woods hick bastard loser turns out to be the Alligator Wrestling trainer. They're a couple dozen yards away from the 'gator pit where there are a few smaller 4-5 foot 'gators creeping around. The trainer is going over some of the finer points of Alligator wrestling.
Trainer: Well, ya don't want to get yer hand bit off. So ya try to be careful not to put yer hand in his mouf.
Steve Orbit: Yeah... yeah, I get that part. So when do we start?
Trainer: I'll show ya firs--
Steve Orbit: Nah, I'm cool. I'm ready to start right now.
Orbit begins walking over to the 'gator pit. The trainer nervously chases after him.
Trainer: You shur about this?
Steve Orbit: Put a cork in it, Zane.
Orbit Blue Steels his way over to the 'gator pit. He sets his sights on a 'gator-- rather, one of the 'gators sets its sights on Orbit. It begins to crawl towards Orbit and away from the rest of the alligators.
Steve Orbit: Oh yeah. I'ma make you my bitch today. I'ma make a new pair of shoes outta you.
The alligator opens his mouth, showing his teeth. But Orbit isn't intimidated. Orbit moves in closer-- the 'gator rushes Orbit, but the Mack slips behind him and drops down on it's back. The 'gator's head is swinging back and forth but Orbit has all of his weight down on the body, so it can't move. Next, Orbit puts pressure on the 'gators neck, forcing it's head to the ground. He holds the 'gators jaws shut with one hand and pulls out some rope from his pocket with the other hand.
Steve Orbit: Got you know.
Orbit ties the rope around the 'gator's mouth. It doesn't resist. The trainer watches, intrigued.
Trainer: You be careful now!
Orbit stands up off of the 'gator. He looks the 'gator in the eye. Then he grabs it and BODYSLAMS it into the pit! The other 'gators run away scared!
Steve Orbit: I'm the MACK God dammit! I'm the King of the Gators! I'll make a belt out of all of you mother fuckers! Get outta here! Get out!
Orbit stands alone in the 'gator pit looking like a GOD. The trainer chases after his prize alligators as Orbit laughs and we fade out.
A few moments later, Orbit pulls his old school Cadillac into the gas station. The place looks straight out of the 1950s. Probably hasn't been renovated since. The old toothless hick bastard who owns the place walks out from the shop and meets Orbit at the car. His sister and his wife (the same person) peeks out the window, giving Orbit a dirty look. Orbit winks at her.
Old Hick Bastard: 'Much ya wont?
Orbit lowers his sunglasses.
Steve Orbit: What?
Old Hick Bastard: Say 'much gash ya wont? Gaddam boy.
Steve Orbit: Fill 'er up, hillbilly boy.
Orbit throws a hundred dollar bill at the old man, who proceeds to fill Orbit's tank.
==
Several hours later we're in another part of Louisiana. Steve Orbit pulls down a swampy road with a hand-painted sign hanging from a tree-- "Aligater Rasslin Skool".
Next we find Orbit with a younger toothless hick bastard. He's wearing a backwards trucker hat, a white Budweiser t-shirt from the 80s and jeans rolled up to right below his kness. Orbit is wearing black Nike gym shorts and Nike sandals, no shirt. The young toothless back woods hick bastard loser turns out to be the Alligator Wrestling trainer. They're a couple dozen yards away from the 'gator pit where there are a few smaller 4-5 foot 'gators creeping around. The trainer is going over some of the finer points of Alligator wrestling.
Trainer: Well, ya don't want to get yer hand bit off. So ya try to be careful not to put yer hand in his mouf.
Steve Orbit: Yeah... yeah, I get that part. So when do we start?
Trainer: I'll show ya firs--
Steve Orbit: Nah, I'm cool. I'm ready to start right now.
Orbit begins walking over to the 'gator pit. The trainer nervously chases after him.
Trainer: You shur about this?
Steve Orbit: Put a cork in it, Zane.
Orbit Blue Steels his way over to the 'gator pit. He sets his sights on a 'gator-- rather, one of the 'gators sets its sights on Orbit. It begins to crawl towards Orbit and away from the rest of the alligators.
Steve Orbit: Oh yeah. I'ma make you my bitch today. I'ma make a new pair of shoes outta you.
The alligator opens his mouth, showing his teeth. But Orbit isn't intimidated. Orbit moves in closer-- the 'gator rushes Orbit, but the Mack slips behind him and drops down on it's back. The 'gator's head is swinging back and forth but Orbit has all of his weight down on the body, so it can't move. Next, Orbit puts pressure on the 'gators neck, forcing it's head to the ground. He holds the 'gators jaws shut with one hand and pulls out some rope from his pocket with the other hand.
Steve Orbit: Got you know.
Orbit ties the rope around the 'gator's mouth. It doesn't resist. The trainer watches, intrigued.
Trainer: You be careful now!
Orbit stands up off of the 'gator. He looks the 'gator in the eye. Then he grabs it and BODYSLAMS it into the pit! The other 'gators run away scared!
Steve Orbit: I'm the MACK God dammit! I'm the King of the Gators! I'll make a belt out of all of you mother fuckers! Get outta here! Get out!
Orbit stands alone in the 'gator pit looking like a GOD. The trainer chases after his prize alligators as Orbit laughs and we fade out.
