Post by Steve Orbit on Jun 12, 2014 22:17:35 GMT -5
Scene opens in an undisclosed location. Safe to say somewhere in the South Pacific, in or around Thailand. The sun is shining and there is crystal clear water as far as the eye can see. As the camera pulls back we find a small cove and with a coral reef. A shadowy figure glides underneath the water... when he emerges, we see that it is "The Mack" Steve Orbit. He steps out of the water and onto the beach where several Asian girls await. Two of them begin to dry Orbit with a towel while another two set up a blanket on the beach.
Steve Orbit: Thanks, ladies.
The girls nod and smile, although it's entirely possible that they don't understand English. Orbit isn't about to learn Thai or whatever just to talk to some random promo bitches. Word up. Orbit takes a seat on the blanket and puts his sunglasses on. The girls sit all around him, positioning themselves to massage every inch of his body, while the last girl picks up a large bowl of chopped up fruit and begins to feed him. After a few bites, Orbit nods at the girl and puts his hand up, signaling for her to stop. He looks directly into the camera.
Steve Orbit: You know, I was so fuckin' high for a while there, I forgot how to appreciate the finer things in life.
Orbit turns and grabs a handful of ass, slapping it for good measure.
Steve Orbit: Anyway, I'm tryin' to put those days behind me. It's like a fuckin' fog has been lifted and I can finally see clearly again. Colors are brighter, food tastes better... and I feel like a new man. Havin' this past week off, it's been great for me to just relax and get my mind right. I been workin' out like a mother fucker... workin' out like I'm hungry again. I feel hungry again, hungry to succeed. Hungry to win.
Orbit rolls his head as the girl behind him begins to massage his scalp.
Steve Orbit: I know that may sound funny-- after all, I'm the Champ. How much more success do I need, right? As the World Champion I am number one, I'm the top dog. But there's more... there's always more. I'm on the other side of the world right now enjoying a vacation and some time off, but before I go home, there's a big date comin' up. Friday the thirteenth. And my man Corey Black has put together a crazy ass show as he always do... and for the first time ever, Steve Orbit is goin' to XIII. Me and my Pantheon brothers versus Team Cairo-- War Games. A match that's sure to be one of the greatest of all time.
Orbit stretches as girls begin to massage each limb.
Steve Orbit: I say it will be one of the greatest of all time because... Pantheon is Pantheon. We ARE the top mother fuckers in WCF. We are the greatest faction in years and arguably the best of all time, the most impactful and the most dominant of all time. So you take that fact, and then you throw in the opposing team-- Team Cairo, Team Thickness, whatever the fuck they callin' theyself. Of course we got Bobby Cairo and his boy Odin. In addition to the core Thickness members, we got Natural ICE, we got Stacy Jones and we got Remus Micayle. A hell of a team-- an all-star team, for sure.
Orbit winces as the girls go a bit harder.
Steve Orbit: Cairo and myself, we got some history. Enough for me to wanna throw him around the ring for a little bit. Enough to make this match appealing to me. He pinned me at War last year, when we was down to the final four. That shit still stings. Cairo was there, he conspired with Fly back when he turned on me before One last year. He was a player in that conspiracy against your boy-- Odin, too. I owe Thickness for that, I ain't forget about that shit. Now me and Fly, we made things right. He asked me for my forgiveness and I granted it to him. Odin and Cairo have made no such offer so I have to assume they don't give a fuck about what they did to me. So when I see 'em at XIII, I'ma make sure I straighten that shit out.
Orbit pauses and gets fed a few grapes.
Steve Orbit: That's the extent of my personal vendettas in this match. I got a beef with Cairo, and my shit with Odin goes back to damn near the start of my WCF career. We fought... and we fought... and now we gonna fight again. No big deal. Stacy Jones, I know her well, as far as in the ring. We had a great match on Slam last month, but she wasn't good enough then and she won't be good enough to beat me or anybody in Pantheon at XIII. She's a great asset to Thickness-- I didn't figure Cairo the type to pick a female for his team, but whatever. She's good, and she'll compete with all her heart. That's all we can ask, right?
More massage. You get the point. If he keeps talking without taking breaks, he'll run out of breath, right?
Steve Orbit: Remus Micayle, the Doctor. I don't know this mother fucker, but somethin' about him rubs me the wrong way. He has that fuckin'... superiority complex. He ain't the type of dude I can picture kickin' back with. I don't like that shit. I like cool mother fuckers, smooth mother fuckers. This mother fucker is a square any way you angle it. Sure, he can go in the ring, and that's why Cairo put him on the team, so I respect that. But I'ma love Pimp Slappin' that fuckin' smug look right off his face, for real.
More bitches feeding Orbit some fruit. Why not?
Steve Orbit: And that leaves Natural ICE. The funny man, this nigga is some kind of comedian with his comics and his little... drawings and whatnot. He got jokes alright, and he's got that redneck kinda charm about him. Unlike Remus, this is a mother fucker I could hang out with. A man's man. I like that. He's unassuming. This mother fucker comes on the scene and people are like... the fuck is this guy? And he's killin' everything. United States champ, puttin' on a great show every single time he's in the ring. The kid is on fire right now, he's hot right now. Cairo was right to put him on Team Thickness. He's a good choice. I'm lookin' forward to gettin' in the ring with ICE-- I know it's inevitable at this point. XIII will be the first time we see each other in that ring but I know, I'm SURE it won't be the last.
Orbit waves the girls off and they give him some space. He's handed a bottle of water and takes a long sip.
Steve Orbit: Point I'm tryin' to make is, Cairo put together a nice team for himself. They represent some of the best mother fuckers that WCF has to offer at this time. Pantheon versus Team Thickness, War Games, it's money. It's money in the bank, yo. I'm proud to be a part of it, I'm proud to represent Pantheon in this battle for supremacy. Thing is, it only ends one way-- with Pantheon standing tall, once again. As always. Pantheon will once again cement our dominance over this company. We are unwavering in our convictions, we are absolutely solid as a team.
Orbit chuckles and takes his shades off, looking directly into the camera.
Steve Orbit: And I hear all the buzzin', I hear all the rumors. Yeah, we might not have Fly. Yeah, I might be a couple weeks away from defending my title against Jayson Price. You really think that's gonna stop us from performing as a unit at XIII? It ain't gonna happen. As much as our haters and the jealous mother fuckers out there would love us to crumble, would love us to implode, I'm sorry to tell you this-- it's not happening. Not at XIII, not at Blast-- not ever. Pantheon is Pantheon. It's bigger than me, it's bigger than Fly, it's bigger than Jayson Price. It's bigger than XIII.
Orbit puts his shades back on and leans back into the arms of several bitches.
Steve Orbit: XIII is gonna be huge. It's an event that should not be missed. I'm excited-- we're all excited. Ain't we, bitches?
The girls smile and nod. Probably don't understand. Whatever.
Steve Orbit: Hell yeah. Until then... I'll be right here.
Orbit claps his hands.
Steve Orbit: More fruit and massage, bitches!
The girls oblige and we fade this awesome promo out.
Steve Orbit: Thanks, ladies.
The girls nod and smile, although it's entirely possible that they don't understand English. Orbit isn't about to learn Thai or whatever just to talk to some random promo bitches. Word up. Orbit takes a seat on the blanket and puts his sunglasses on. The girls sit all around him, positioning themselves to massage every inch of his body, while the last girl picks up a large bowl of chopped up fruit and begins to feed him. After a few bites, Orbit nods at the girl and puts his hand up, signaling for her to stop. He looks directly into the camera.
Steve Orbit: You know, I was so fuckin' high for a while there, I forgot how to appreciate the finer things in life.
Orbit turns and grabs a handful of ass, slapping it for good measure.
Steve Orbit: Anyway, I'm tryin' to put those days behind me. It's like a fuckin' fog has been lifted and I can finally see clearly again. Colors are brighter, food tastes better... and I feel like a new man. Havin' this past week off, it's been great for me to just relax and get my mind right. I been workin' out like a mother fucker... workin' out like I'm hungry again. I feel hungry again, hungry to succeed. Hungry to win.
Orbit rolls his head as the girl behind him begins to massage his scalp.
Steve Orbit: I know that may sound funny-- after all, I'm the Champ. How much more success do I need, right? As the World Champion I am number one, I'm the top dog. But there's more... there's always more. I'm on the other side of the world right now enjoying a vacation and some time off, but before I go home, there's a big date comin' up. Friday the thirteenth. And my man Corey Black has put together a crazy ass show as he always do... and for the first time ever, Steve Orbit is goin' to XIII. Me and my Pantheon brothers versus Team Cairo-- War Games. A match that's sure to be one of the greatest of all time.
Orbit stretches as girls begin to massage each limb.
Steve Orbit: I say it will be one of the greatest of all time because... Pantheon is Pantheon. We ARE the top mother fuckers in WCF. We are the greatest faction in years and arguably the best of all time, the most impactful and the most dominant of all time. So you take that fact, and then you throw in the opposing team-- Team Cairo, Team Thickness, whatever the fuck they callin' theyself. Of course we got Bobby Cairo and his boy Odin. In addition to the core Thickness members, we got Natural ICE, we got Stacy Jones and we got Remus Micayle. A hell of a team-- an all-star team, for sure.
Orbit winces as the girls go a bit harder.
Steve Orbit: Cairo and myself, we got some history. Enough for me to wanna throw him around the ring for a little bit. Enough to make this match appealing to me. He pinned me at War last year, when we was down to the final four. That shit still stings. Cairo was there, he conspired with Fly back when he turned on me before One last year. He was a player in that conspiracy against your boy-- Odin, too. I owe Thickness for that, I ain't forget about that shit. Now me and Fly, we made things right. He asked me for my forgiveness and I granted it to him. Odin and Cairo have made no such offer so I have to assume they don't give a fuck about what they did to me. So when I see 'em at XIII, I'ma make sure I straighten that shit out.
Orbit pauses and gets fed a few grapes.
Steve Orbit: That's the extent of my personal vendettas in this match. I got a beef with Cairo, and my shit with Odin goes back to damn near the start of my WCF career. We fought... and we fought... and now we gonna fight again. No big deal. Stacy Jones, I know her well, as far as in the ring. We had a great match on Slam last month, but she wasn't good enough then and she won't be good enough to beat me or anybody in Pantheon at XIII. She's a great asset to Thickness-- I didn't figure Cairo the type to pick a female for his team, but whatever. She's good, and she'll compete with all her heart. That's all we can ask, right?
More massage. You get the point. If he keeps talking without taking breaks, he'll run out of breath, right?
Steve Orbit: Remus Micayle, the Doctor. I don't know this mother fucker, but somethin' about him rubs me the wrong way. He has that fuckin'... superiority complex. He ain't the type of dude I can picture kickin' back with. I don't like that shit. I like cool mother fuckers, smooth mother fuckers. This mother fucker is a square any way you angle it. Sure, he can go in the ring, and that's why Cairo put him on the team, so I respect that. But I'ma love Pimp Slappin' that fuckin' smug look right off his face, for real.
More bitches feeding Orbit some fruit. Why not?
Steve Orbit: And that leaves Natural ICE. The funny man, this nigga is some kind of comedian with his comics and his little... drawings and whatnot. He got jokes alright, and he's got that redneck kinda charm about him. Unlike Remus, this is a mother fucker I could hang out with. A man's man. I like that. He's unassuming. This mother fucker comes on the scene and people are like... the fuck is this guy? And he's killin' everything. United States champ, puttin' on a great show every single time he's in the ring. The kid is on fire right now, he's hot right now. Cairo was right to put him on Team Thickness. He's a good choice. I'm lookin' forward to gettin' in the ring with ICE-- I know it's inevitable at this point. XIII will be the first time we see each other in that ring but I know, I'm SURE it won't be the last.
Orbit waves the girls off and they give him some space. He's handed a bottle of water and takes a long sip.
Steve Orbit: Point I'm tryin' to make is, Cairo put together a nice team for himself. They represent some of the best mother fuckers that WCF has to offer at this time. Pantheon versus Team Thickness, War Games, it's money. It's money in the bank, yo. I'm proud to be a part of it, I'm proud to represent Pantheon in this battle for supremacy. Thing is, it only ends one way-- with Pantheon standing tall, once again. As always. Pantheon will once again cement our dominance over this company. We are unwavering in our convictions, we are absolutely solid as a team.
Orbit chuckles and takes his shades off, looking directly into the camera.
Steve Orbit: And I hear all the buzzin', I hear all the rumors. Yeah, we might not have Fly. Yeah, I might be a couple weeks away from defending my title against Jayson Price. You really think that's gonna stop us from performing as a unit at XIII? It ain't gonna happen. As much as our haters and the jealous mother fuckers out there would love us to crumble, would love us to implode, I'm sorry to tell you this-- it's not happening. Not at XIII, not at Blast-- not ever. Pantheon is Pantheon. It's bigger than me, it's bigger than Fly, it's bigger than Jayson Price. It's bigger than XIII.
Orbit puts his shades back on and leans back into the arms of several bitches.
Steve Orbit: XIII is gonna be huge. It's an event that should not be missed. I'm excited-- we're all excited. Ain't we, bitches?
The girls smile and nod. Probably don't understand. Whatever.
Steve Orbit: Hell yeah. Until then... I'll be right here.
Orbit claps his hands.
Steve Orbit: More fruit and massage, bitches!
The girls oblige and we fade this awesome promo out.
