Post by Steve Orbit on Feb 23, 2014 12:48:42 GMT -5
Saturday Night
A smooth R&B ringtone plays as our scene fades in. We see Steve Orbit sitting on his leather couch in a fluffy pink robe, watching his giant flatscreen. He answers his cell.
Steve Orbit: What's up? ... Nah, I'm takin' it easy tonight. ... I got a big day tomorrow. Tryin' to win this World Title. Tryin' to get myself in the zone. Layin' low tonight. ... Aight, yeah. ... Oh yeah, after the match, it's on. I'll hit you up tomorrow, late night. We'll get in it. ... Aight.
The phone call ends. Orbit breathes a deep sigh, rubbing his eyes. His stripper-friend, Valencia, enters the room carrying two bottles of water. She places one in front of Orbit and holds the other as she sits down on the couch. She's a young and petite Latina with a bangin' body and long, wavy hair. We're used to seeing her high as shit, but she looks clear eyed tonight.
Valencia: You find a movie?
Steve Orbit: Nah. Nothin' but bullshit on TV. I think we already done watched every good fuckin' movie on Netflix.
She snuggles up to Orbit, rubbing the back of his head. Orbit reaches into the pocket of his robe and takes out a prescription pill bottle. He removes the cap and shakes out four small blue Roxicet. He gives two to Valencia, and throws the other two in his mouth. They both take a sip of their water and wash them down.
Valencia: Thanks for giving me the night off again.
Orbit nods.
Valencia: So, are you excited about your match tomorrow night?
Steve Orbit: Hell yeah. For sure. I think this is it, this time. I'ma be World Champion again. Can't none of these fools stop me.
Valencia: I'm happy for you.
Steve Orbit: Well, don't pop the mother fuckin' champagne right yet. I gotta put in the work first.
Valencia: You aren't doubting yourself...?
Orbit takes a moment to formulate his answer.
Steve Orbit: Nah, I just realize the fuckin' task that's laid out in front of me. This ain't gonna be no walk in the park. Even if... even when I do win, there's fuckin'-- there's fuckin' ramifications. I gotta go through two of my boys, two of my friends. There's gonna be some disappointment, you know what I'm sayin'?
Valencia brushes over and switches her body to face Orbit, looking him in the eye.
Valencia: You gotta worry about YOU. You gotta look out for number one. That's business-- that's life. You don't reach the top without takin' what you want. You can't leave nothing on the table or else somebody else will snatch it right off your plate. And you can be damn sure they ain't gonna feel bad about it.
Steve Orbit: Yeah... you right. Plus, I mean, I'll be keeping the belt in Pantheon. That's the goal. If I win, we all win. I just... like, last year, when I won the World Title. I was in Cryogenix with Price, and when he shook my hand, he congratulated me-- I could see the jealousy in his eyes. I could see the envy. He's hungry for that belt, man. He wants to right the biggest wrong of his career-- I mean, this is a dude who has accomplished just about everything there is to accomplish as far as championships. He's won them all. He just has that split-second World Title reign, the biggest disappointment of his career-- he wants to, you know, rectify that. I can't blame him. I had my reign for a month, and I feel like I need to make up for that, too. So I feel where he's comin' from. But I can't let that get in the way. I can't let PRICE get in the way. I can't just hand him the title because I feel like he deserves it. I worked to fuckin' hard for that.
Valencia: Steve... I see the passion that you have for wrestling. I know your heart is in this thing, a hundred and ten percent. I see the dedication. You can't sell yourself short. This is your moment to take.
Steve Orbit: Yeah. It's times like this when I think about what I've really given to this company, to the WCF. I've been the fuckin' workhorse for this company for the last two years. I don't take no fuckin' breaks. I don't take vacations, I don't take time off. The most time off I ever took was less than a month, last September. Some of these other guys in the match-- they disappear for months at a time. I don't care about the reason, injury, whatever. I've been here, every fuckin' week, building my career a match at a time.
Valencia: You deserve this, Steve. You deserve to be in the match, and you deserve to win the Title.
Steve Orbit: Look, Val-- it ain't about who deserves what. Deserve don't mean shit in this business. It's who is willing to go the length, who is willing to put it all on the line. I'll be the first to admit, I done had some rough patches. I had times where I didn't give my all, but I still showed up and did my thing. I've let my raw talent carry me through periods of time-- but all that is over with. I'm not that guy no more. I'm a motivated mother fucker. I'm ready to do this. I'm ready to be the World Champion again.
Valencia: And you will be... what does it mean to you, to be World Champion?
Steve Orbit: It's everything, girl. It's validation, it's... it's what we all strive for, baby. When I joined this company, I joined because I wanted to compete with the best mother fuckers in the business. This match is a prime example of that. I'm in there with five of the best mother fuckers to ever do their thing inside a wrestling ring. This is a test for me as much as it's a test for everyone else in the match.
Valencia: But--
Steve Orbit: Listen. I been playin' and jokin' around this week, havin' fun like I always do, but it's time to be real for a minute. It's time to be straight up. Being the World Champion is about setting the mother fuckin' bar. It's about setting the tone for the whole locker room, and showin' mother fuckers that this is the type of talent that you need to make it to the top of this company. Fly has been doin' it his entire career. Fly has motivated me, pushed me-- challenged me to be my best. And I'm a better wrestler because of that. The problem is, this is a six-man match. He knows this shit can get out of control, even for him. He can't be everywhere at once.
Valencia: If you were only concerned about Fly, then why don't you just protect him during the match and let him keep the belt?
Orbit chuckles.
Steve Orbit: Pantheon was reborn to become leaders. Just like Fly is a leader, we all leaders. The rest of the roster looks up to us, man. The either want to be Pantheon-- or they hate Pantheon because they mad at our skills. But we ain't some fuckin' boy band. We professional wrestlers. We didn't stop being competitors when the decision was made to reform Pantheon. Hell no. If you put us in a match together, we gonna compete. We gonna compete against each other. That's not to say we don't have a common goal-- we do. Keep the belt in Pantheon. That's what's important. Which one of us takes it? Shit, I want it, Jayson wants it-- Fly wants to keep it. No doubt about that. We'll work together to make sure Logan, Cash or Oblivion don't get it. That's where the mother fuckin' camaraderie begins and ends in this match, for real.
Orbit stretches for a pack of Black & Mild cigars on the coffee table, takes one out and puts it between his lips. Valencia lights it for him.
Steve Orbit: I'm lookin' at it like this. See, I been playin' this match through over and over again in my mind. I know there's a million different ways it can play out, but there's some scenarios that keep comin' up every time I play it out in my head. First of all, Logan? No fuckin' chance of winning this match. He'd be wise to stay the fuck home, stay in bed. Call it in, use a sick day or whatever. He's been quiet this whole week because he don't wanna talk a bunch of bullshit only to get it shoved right back down his mother fuckin' throat with his teeth when he loses. He has no business in this match and I just, literally, can't imagine him winning. I ain't no psychic but I don't see it happening.
Orbit takes a long pull off the cigar.
Steve Orbit: Now, Waylon Cash... God, I can't wait to see him in that ring. I can't wait to crack him a good one. He's another one, been quiet this week. Maybe he's burnt out from just gettin' his ass whooped by Fly last month. Oh, I know what they'll say-- it was only two months ago at One when Fly beat me, but the difference? Fly versus Orbit was a classic. Ask around, it was one of the best matches in YEARS. Put it this way-- losing to Fly at the main event of One actually ELEVATED my career. I made people believe that I COULD beat Fly. I had a chance. Fly versus Cash was a very typical Jonny Fly title defense. No fanfare or mother fuckin' fireworks, just Jonny Fly retaining his title and making the other guy look like a fool. So maybe he's still sore from that, who knows. All I know is, I ain't forget all the bullshit. Last year this mother fucker was jumpin' me from behind every time I turn around. I tried to be his friend, I tried to be his PARTNER. But he decided it would be best for him to turn his back on a nigga and join the greatest disappointment in WCF history, S-PAC. Well, greatest disappointment outside of Jayson Price's World Title reign.
Orbit winks.
Steve Orbit: Sorry Price, couldn't resist. And while we're at it, Jayson-- seems like you don't have the respect for me that I thought you had. Seems like you puttin' yourself in another category... you think I can't hang with you? You think Steve Orbit can't hang with Jay Price? Come on, man. Look, this is a competition-- knowing we're in Pantheon together, we always been cool, I been tryin' to put you over as much as I been tryin' to let everyone know that I'll have no problem knockin' your ass out to take the World Title. But the way I'm feelin' right now? You the threat, Price. The way I see it, you the only one standin' in my way. Keep doin' what you doin', man. Think I ain't on the same level as you. I can't wait to prove you wrong. Maybe after I scramble past you, past Fly, past the other three mother fuckers in this match and snatch that World Title, maybe then you'll show me some mother fuckin' respect?
Orbit takes another drag off of his cigar.
Steve Orbit: I got news for you, Jayson. You can't beat me. You can't beat me in a one on one match, and you sure as hell can't beat me at Timebomb. Fuck what you think. Fuck your lil' superiority complex. But don't worry-- I accept your apology in advance. Maybe I'll let you touch the World Title. MAYBE.
Orbit laughs to himself.
Steve Orbit: Probably not.
Valencia taps Orbit on his shoulder, as if asking for permission to speak.
Valencia: You just said Price is the only one standing in your way. But what about Fly?
Steve Orbit: What about him?
Valencia: Steve, he's the current World Champion. He never loses. Why would Price be standing in your way, and Fly isn't?
Orbit considers the question.
Steve Orbit: That ain't really what I meant. Of course he's standing in the way. He's the best wrestler I've ever been in the ring with, period. In a one-on-one match, he wins. It don't matter if it's me, Jayson, Oblivion, whoever. We all lose to Fly-- more than likely. But this... this is a match that's outside of his comfort zone. This could be Jonny Fly's Achilles heel, matches like these. One on one, he's seemingly invincible, but this? This is somethin' else. My theory is, everybody gonna be so preoccupied with tryin' to worry about what Fly is doin'-- I'll be able to take advantage of that. Everybody else in the match will kinda... you know what I'm sayin', neutralize Fly. Because they know how dangerous he is. While they worryin' about his ass, I'll be the one gettin' the pin on the other side of the ring.
Orbit takes a final pull off of his Black & Mild and then taps it out in the ashtray on the coffee table.
Steve Orbit: Now, Oblivion-- I didn't know Oblivion liked to party! Shit. Maybe I got this guy all wrong. Earlier this week I seen him on camera, partyin' with bitches, he's gettin' high-- my type of nigga. I still can't get over the mask, though. Look, at the end of the day, Oblivion is goin' down as one of the greats in WCF. But he's not a World champion type of mother fucker. He can rock the shit out of that Hardcore title. That's his thing, and I don't think nobody can touch him when it comes to the Hardcore title. But the World title-- Oblivion, leave it to me. I'll handle the World title, aight? I'll take care of it. You don't want it anyway-- there ain't really enough blood, weapons, fire... it ain't your bag, baby. But keep doin' your thing.
Valencia: Oblivion is scary.
Steve Orbit: See, Obi? You scarin' the bitches, man. I dunno how you partyin' with bitches-- they must be some Goths or whatever they do with the black lipstick and the piercings. That's kinda hot sometimes, though, on the right bitch. See what I'm talkin' about, Oblivion? You got your own thing goin' on. You got your own Hardcore division, you got your own hardcore bitches. Hold on to that shit. It's what makes you great. Without all that... I dunno, homie. But you ain't touchin' my World title. I'll put you down, big boy. Let's not let it come to that.
Orbit takes a sip out of his water bottle. Valencia rolls out of the couch and starts walking out of the room.
Steve Orbit: Where you goin'?
She stops, turning around to face Orbit.
Valencia: I'm gettin' a drink.
Steve Orbit: I told you I ain't drinkin' tonight.
Valencia: ... And? That means I can't, either?
Steve Orbit: That's exactly what it means. Now sit your bad ass down.
She pouts and sits on the couch, crossing her arms and sighing.
Steve Orbit: This fuckin' pills ain't enough for you? Shit, I'm flyin' right now.
Valencia: That's you. I have a tolerance.
Orbit takes two more pills out of the bottle and puts it back in the pocket of his robe. He hands them to the girl, who puts them on the coffee table. She begins to crush them on the table with the cap from her water bottle. Orbit takes out one more pill and hands it to her-- she crushes that one as well, until a pile of blue powder remains.
Steve Orbit: Chill, let me just finish up here.
She leans back on the couch, shaking her leg nervously, staring at the drugs on the table.
Steve Orbit: Look, all I'm sayin' is I want that World Title. I ain't worried about Pantheon. We'll be OK, no matter what happens. I ain't worried about Cash, Logan, Oblivion. Jayson Price, I got a feeling me and you are gonna have a good ol' scrap out there. I'm lookin' forward to it, and I'm sure you are, too. But I'm tellin' you, man-- I'm winning this match, like it or not. I know you gonna try to stop me, and it's all good. There ain't gonna be no hard feelings. Monday morning... you, me and Fly, we'll get together and talk about it. Until then, you guys are on the other side of the ring from me, man. And I'ma treat y'all accordingly.
Orbit winks at the camera once again. He motions for the feed to cut. Before it cuts, he takes a rolled-up $100 bill out of his pocket and hands it to Valencia. She puts it to her nose, and leans over the pile of blue powder. The last thing we hear is her snorting the Roxicet as the screen goes black.
A smooth R&B ringtone plays as our scene fades in. We see Steve Orbit sitting on his leather couch in a fluffy pink robe, watching his giant flatscreen. He answers his cell.
Steve Orbit: What's up? ... Nah, I'm takin' it easy tonight. ... I got a big day tomorrow. Tryin' to win this World Title. Tryin' to get myself in the zone. Layin' low tonight. ... Aight, yeah. ... Oh yeah, after the match, it's on. I'll hit you up tomorrow, late night. We'll get in it. ... Aight.
The phone call ends. Orbit breathes a deep sigh, rubbing his eyes. His stripper-friend, Valencia, enters the room carrying two bottles of water. She places one in front of Orbit and holds the other as she sits down on the couch. She's a young and petite Latina with a bangin' body and long, wavy hair. We're used to seeing her high as shit, but she looks clear eyed tonight.
Valencia: You find a movie?
Steve Orbit: Nah. Nothin' but bullshit on TV. I think we already done watched every good fuckin' movie on Netflix.
She snuggles up to Orbit, rubbing the back of his head. Orbit reaches into the pocket of his robe and takes out a prescription pill bottle. He removes the cap and shakes out four small blue Roxicet. He gives two to Valencia, and throws the other two in his mouth. They both take a sip of their water and wash them down.
Valencia: Thanks for giving me the night off again.
Orbit nods.
Valencia: So, are you excited about your match tomorrow night?
Steve Orbit: Hell yeah. For sure. I think this is it, this time. I'ma be World Champion again. Can't none of these fools stop me.
Valencia: I'm happy for you.
Steve Orbit: Well, don't pop the mother fuckin' champagne right yet. I gotta put in the work first.
Valencia: You aren't doubting yourself...?
Orbit takes a moment to formulate his answer.
Steve Orbit: Nah, I just realize the fuckin' task that's laid out in front of me. This ain't gonna be no walk in the park. Even if... even when I do win, there's fuckin'-- there's fuckin' ramifications. I gotta go through two of my boys, two of my friends. There's gonna be some disappointment, you know what I'm sayin'?
Valencia brushes over and switches her body to face Orbit, looking him in the eye.
Valencia: You gotta worry about YOU. You gotta look out for number one. That's business-- that's life. You don't reach the top without takin' what you want. You can't leave nothing on the table or else somebody else will snatch it right off your plate. And you can be damn sure they ain't gonna feel bad about it.
Steve Orbit: Yeah... you right. Plus, I mean, I'll be keeping the belt in Pantheon. That's the goal. If I win, we all win. I just... like, last year, when I won the World Title. I was in Cryogenix with Price, and when he shook my hand, he congratulated me-- I could see the jealousy in his eyes. I could see the envy. He's hungry for that belt, man. He wants to right the biggest wrong of his career-- I mean, this is a dude who has accomplished just about everything there is to accomplish as far as championships. He's won them all. He just has that split-second World Title reign, the biggest disappointment of his career-- he wants to, you know, rectify that. I can't blame him. I had my reign for a month, and I feel like I need to make up for that, too. So I feel where he's comin' from. But I can't let that get in the way. I can't let PRICE get in the way. I can't just hand him the title because I feel like he deserves it. I worked to fuckin' hard for that.
Valencia: Steve... I see the passion that you have for wrestling. I know your heart is in this thing, a hundred and ten percent. I see the dedication. You can't sell yourself short. This is your moment to take.
Steve Orbit: Yeah. It's times like this when I think about what I've really given to this company, to the WCF. I've been the fuckin' workhorse for this company for the last two years. I don't take no fuckin' breaks. I don't take vacations, I don't take time off. The most time off I ever took was less than a month, last September. Some of these other guys in the match-- they disappear for months at a time. I don't care about the reason, injury, whatever. I've been here, every fuckin' week, building my career a match at a time.
Valencia: You deserve this, Steve. You deserve to be in the match, and you deserve to win the Title.
Steve Orbit: Look, Val-- it ain't about who deserves what. Deserve don't mean shit in this business. It's who is willing to go the length, who is willing to put it all on the line. I'll be the first to admit, I done had some rough patches. I had times where I didn't give my all, but I still showed up and did my thing. I've let my raw talent carry me through periods of time-- but all that is over with. I'm not that guy no more. I'm a motivated mother fucker. I'm ready to do this. I'm ready to be the World Champion again.
Valencia: And you will be... what does it mean to you, to be World Champion?
Steve Orbit: It's everything, girl. It's validation, it's... it's what we all strive for, baby. When I joined this company, I joined because I wanted to compete with the best mother fuckers in the business. This match is a prime example of that. I'm in there with five of the best mother fuckers to ever do their thing inside a wrestling ring. This is a test for me as much as it's a test for everyone else in the match.
Valencia: But--
Steve Orbit: Listen. I been playin' and jokin' around this week, havin' fun like I always do, but it's time to be real for a minute. It's time to be straight up. Being the World Champion is about setting the mother fuckin' bar. It's about setting the tone for the whole locker room, and showin' mother fuckers that this is the type of talent that you need to make it to the top of this company. Fly has been doin' it his entire career. Fly has motivated me, pushed me-- challenged me to be my best. And I'm a better wrestler because of that. The problem is, this is a six-man match. He knows this shit can get out of control, even for him. He can't be everywhere at once.
Valencia: If you were only concerned about Fly, then why don't you just protect him during the match and let him keep the belt?
Orbit chuckles.
Steve Orbit: Pantheon was reborn to become leaders. Just like Fly is a leader, we all leaders. The rest of the roster looks up to us, man. The either want to be Pantheon-- or they hate Pantheon because they mad at our skills. But we ain't some fuckin' boy band. We professional wrestlers. We didn't stop being competitors when the decision was made to reform Pantheon. Hell no. If you put us in a match together, we gonna compete. We gonna compete against each other. That's not to say we don't have a common goal-- we do. Keep the belt in Pantheon. That's what's important. Which one of us takes it? Shit, I want it, Jayson wants it-- Fly wants to keep it. No doubt about that. We'll work together to make sure Logan, Cash or Oblivion don't get it. That's where the mother fuckin' camaraderie begins and ends in this match, for real.
Orbit stretches for a pack of Black & Mild cigars on the coffee table, takes one out and puts it between his lips. Valencia lights it for him.
Steve Orbit: I'm lookin' at it like this. See, I been playin' this match through over and over again in my mind. I know there's a million different ways it can play out, but there's some scenarios that keep comin' up every time I play it out in my head. First of all, Logan? No fuckin' chance of winning this match. He'd be wise to stay the fuck home, stay in bed. Call it in, use a sick day or whatever. He's been quiet this whole week because he don't wanna talk a bunch of bullshit only to get it shoved right back down his mother fuckin' throat with his teeth when he loses. He has no business in this match and I just, literally, can't imagine him winning. I ain't no psychic but I don't see it happening.
Orbit takes a long pull off the cigar.
Steve Orbit: Now, Waylon Cash... God, I can't wait to see him in that ring. I can't wait to crack him a good one. He's another one, been quiet this week. Maybe he's burnt out from just gettin' his ass whooped by Fly last month. Oh, I know what they'll say-- it was only two months ago at One when Fly beat me, but the difference? Fly versus Orbit was a classic. Ask around, it was one of the best matches in YEARS. Put it this way-- losing to Fly at the main event of One actually ELEVATED my career. I made people believe that I COULD beat Fly. I had a chance. Fly versus Cash was a very typical Jonny Fly title defense. No fanfare or mother fuckin' fireworks, just Jonny Fly retaining his title and making the other guy look like a fool. So maybe he's still sore from that, who knows. All I know is, I ain't forget all the bullshit. Last year this mother fucker was jumpin' me from behind every time I turn around. I tried to be his friend, I tried to be his PARTNER. But he decided it would be best for him to turn his back on a nigga and join the greatest disappointment in WCF history, S-PAC. Well, greatest disappointment outside of Jayson Price's World Title reign.
Orbit winks.
Steve Orbit: Sorry Price, couldn't resist. And while we're at it, Jayson-- seems like you don't have the respect for me that I thought you had. Seems like you puttin' yourself in another category... you think I can't hang with you? You think Steve Orbit can't hang with Jay Price? Come on, man. Look, this is a competition-- knowing we're in Pantheon together, we always been cool, I been tryin' to put you over as much as I been tryin' to let everyone know that I'll have no problem knockin' your ass out to take the World Title. But the way I'm feelin' right now? You the threat, Price. The way I see it, you the only one standin' in my way. Keep doin' what you doin', man. Think I ain't on the same level as you. I can't wait to prove you wrong. Maybe after I scramble past you, past Fly, past the other three mother fuckers in this match and snatch that World Title, maybe then you'll show me some mother fuckin' respect?
Orbit takes another drag off of his cigar.
Steve Orbit: I got news for you, Jayson. You can't beat me. You can't beat me in a one on one match, and you sure as hell can't beat me at Timebomb. Fuck what you think. Fuck your lil' superiority complex. But don't worry-- I accept your apology in advance. Maybe I'll let you touch the World Title. MAYBE.
Orbit laughs to himself.
Steve Orbit: Probably not.
Valencia taps Orbit on his shoulder, as if asking for permission to speak.
Valencia: You just said Price is the only one standing in your way. But what about Fly?
Steve Orbit: What about him?
Valencia: Steve, he's the current World Champion. He never loses. Why would Price be standing in your way, and Fly isn't?
Orbit considers the question.
Steve Orbit: That ain't really what I meant. Of course he's standing in the way. He's the best wrestler I've ever been in the ring with, period. In a one-on-one match, he wins. It don't matter if it's me, Jayson, Oblivion, whoever. We all lose to Fly-- more than likely. But this... this is a match that's outside of his comfort zone. This could be Jonny Fly's Achilles heel, matches like these. One on one, he's seemingly invincible, but this? This is somethin' else. My theory is, everybody gonna be so preoccupied with tryin' to worry about what Fly is doin'-- I'll be able to take advantage of that. Everybody else in the match will kinda... you know what I'm sayin', neutralize Fly. Because they know how dangerous he is. While they worryin' about his ass, I'll be the one gettin' the pin on the other side of the ring.
Orbit takes a final pull off of his Black & Mild and then taps it out in the ashtray on the coffee table.
Steve Orbit: Now, Oblivion-- I didn't know Oblivion liked to party! Shit. Maybe I got this guy all wrong. Earlier this week I seen him on camera, partyin' with bitches, he's gettin' high-- my type of nigga. I still can't get over the mask, though. Look, at the end of the day, Oblivion is goin' down as one of the greats in WCF. But he's not a World champion type of mother fucker. He can rock the shit out of that Hardcore title. That's his thing, and I don't think nobody can touch him when it comes to the Hardcore title. But the World title-- Oblivion, leave it to me. I'll handle the World title, aight? I'll take care of it. You don't want it anyway-- there ain't really enough blood, weapons, fire... it ain't your bag, baby. But keep doin' your thing.
Valencia: Oblivion is scary.
Steve Orbit: See, Obi? You scarin' the bitches, man. I dunno how you partyin' with bitches-- they must be some Goths or whatever they do with the black lipstick and the piercings. That's kinda hot sometimes, though, on the right bitch. See what I'm talkin' about, Oblivion? You got your own thing goin' on. You got your own Hardcore division, you got your own hardcore bitches. Hold on to that shit. It's what makes you great. Without all that... I dunno, homie. But you ain't touchin' my World title. I'll put you down, big boy. Let's not let it come to that.
Orbit takes a sip out of his water bottle. Valencia rolls out of the couch and starts walking out of the room.
Steve Orbit: Where you goin'?
She stops, turning around to face Orbit.
Valencia: I'm gettin' a drink.
Steve Orbit: I told you I ain't drinkin' tonight.
Valencia: ... And? That means I can't, either?
Steve Orbit: That's exactly what it means. Now sit your bad ass down.
She pouts and sits on the couch, crossing her arms and sighing.
Steve Orbit: This fuckin' pills ain't enough for you? Shit, I'm flyin' right now.
Valencia: That's you. I have a tolerance.
Orbit takes two more pills out of the bottle and puts it back in the pocket of his robe. He hands them to the girl, who puts them on the coffee table. She begins to crush them on the table with the cap from her water bottle. Orbit takes out one more pill and hands it to her-- she crushes that one as well, until a pile of blue powder remains.
Steve Orbit: Chill, let me just finish up here.
She leans back on the couch, shaking her leg nervously, staring at the drugs on the table.
Steve Orbit: Look, all I'm sayin' is I want that World Title. I ain't worried about Pantheon. We'll be OK, no matter what happens. I ain't worried about Cash, Logan, Oblivion. Jayson Price, I got a feeling me and you are gonna have a good ol' scrap out there. I'm lookin' forward to it, and I'm sure you are, too. But I'm tellin' you, man-- I'm winning this match, like it or not. I know you gonna try to stop me, and it's all good. There ain't gonna be no hard feelings. Monday morning... you, me and Fly, we'll get together and talk about it. Until then, you guys are on the other side of the ring from me, man. And I'ma treat y'all accordingly.
Orbit winks at the camera once again. He motions for the feed to cut. Before it cuts, he takes a rolled-up $100 bill out of his pocket and hands it to Valencia. She puts it to her nose, and leans over the pile of blue powder. The last thing we hear is her snorting the Roxicet as the screen goes black.
