Post by Steve Orbit on Oct 2, 2016 14:10:41 GMT -5
MADISON SQUARE GARDEN
10/02/16
It's quiet in the halls.
We see Freddy Whoa, waving the camera along and putting the finger over his lips as a signal to keep quiet. They tip-toe around a corner, and come to a dressing room door. Freddy leans in to the camera.
Freddy Whoa: I just got a big tip, you never gonna guess who's inside here.
Freddy knocks on the door. A few moments pass, no response from inside. Freddy knocks again... nothing.
Freddy puts his ear up to the door. Hearing nothing, he shakes his head, disappointed.
Freddy Whoa: Shit! This was gonna be a WCF.com exclusive. Tryin' to get that per-click bonus up, you feel me?
A few more moments pass before Freddy shrugs and begins to walk away from the door.
Camera Man: Who were you looking for?
... The dressing room door opens. Freddy spins around.
Freddy Whoa: YES!
The cash register cha-chings inside Freddy's mind as he sees none other than the two-time World Champion, the man who was a main event staple for over two years in WCF... THE MACK, STEVE ORBIT, leaning in the doorway.
Steve Orbit: Really?
Freddy runs up to Steve with his arms open, looking for an embrace. Orbit holds him back with his palms up.
Steve Orbit: Really, Freddy? Cameras? The fuck is wrong with you, bruh?
Freddy Whoa: Wha... what do you mean? Nice to see you too! Damn!
Orbit shakes his head.
Steve Orbit: Does the words "surprise entrant" mean anything to you? Come on, Fred, you used to have some damn sense. The fuck happened?
Freddy Whoa: Yeah-- but-- I mean, I was gonna air it after the show. This ain't a live feed! Go on, tell 'em it's not a live feed.
Freddy winks at the camera man.
Steve Orbit: You sure?
Orbit looks at the camera close-up.
Steve Orbit: Aight, fuck it. Come on.
Orbit waves Whoa and the camera man into his dressing room. As we enter, Freddy looks around with a bewildered look on his face.
Freddy Whoa: Wait-- where's the hoes at?
Freddy opens a closet and pokes his head inside.
Freddy Whoa: Where's the girls, man? Oh, wait, let me guess-- we ARE in New York. You probably sent 'em out to the Plaza, or the Four Seasons for some of that top-dollar clientele. White collar shit, right?
Freddy puts his fist up for Orbit to pound it, but Orbit just looks at it. Freddy goes back to looking around the room.
Freddy Whoa: Where's all the mink coats? Where's the jewelry? SHIT! YOU BEEN ROBBED!? STEVE ORBIT BEEN ROBBED AT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN!
Freddy starts jumping around like a maniac. Orbit snatches him out of the air and pats him on the back.
Steve Orbit: Nobody's been robbed, Freddy. Chill the fuck out. Now, you came in here to see what the fuck I'm eatin' for lunch, or you tryin' to get your interview on?
Confused, Freddy takes a seat across from Orbit.
Freddy Whoa: ... What happened to you?
Steve Orbit: What?
Freddy Whoa: I dunno. Can't put my finger on it. Something is different. For starters, this is the first time I've ever seen you in a t-shirt... don't tell me you're broke already, it hasn't even been a year since you've been off TV.
Orbit laughs.
Steve Orbit: Nah, I'm far from broke, Freddy. I just don't give a fuck about all that jiggy, flashy shit no more. It's not important to me.
Freddy falls out of his chair. Orbit's eyes widen. Freddy slowly crawls back into the chair.
Freddy Whoa: Hold on. Back it up. Am I in the right dressing room? You ARE Steve Orbit, yeah? THE MACK, STEVE ORBIT.
Steve Orbit: I'm Steve Orbit, bruh. And yeah, I wrestled as "The Mack" Steve Orbit for years-- from April of 2012 up 'til that whole shit in Mexico earlier this year.
Freddy Whoa: WRESTLED. Past tense.
Steve Orbit: Right. At this point in my life, I'm cool with all that. I'm just Steve Orbit. Maybe I'll come up with some kinda, you know, sweet nickname by the time I'm ready to make a return to the ring full-time, but for now... I'm just Steve Orbit.
Freddy looks flabbergasted. His jaw quivers and his eyes look glazed over.
Steve Orbit: Yo.
Orbit snaps his fingers in front of Freddy's face. Freddy jumps in his seat. He shakes his off, and struggles to regain his composure.
Freddy Whoa: Okay! So. Uh... I'm here with Steve Orbit. He's wearing a t-shirt, there's no hookers around, he don't wanna be called The Mack no more-- IS THAT FUCKING WATER?!
Camera catches Orbit in mid-sip of a bottle of Poland Springs.
Freddy Whoa: And he's drinking WATER-- not Hennessy, WATER. I think the most pertinent question that needs to be asked is-- what happened to you, man? You found Jesus or something?
Orbit sighs.
Steve Orbit: Come on, Fred. You show up unannounced, I still let you in and granted you some time-- can we talk about War? We ain't gotta go into all the personal shit right now.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but--
Steve Orbit: I woke up, Freddy. I snapped out of the fuckin' dream. I saw the reality of what's happening around the world, but specifically in this mother fuckin' country-- what's happening to mother fuckers that look just like you and me, and our kids, and our brothers and sisters-- and I had to take a long, hard look at myself and what the fuck I'm really about.
Freddy Whoa: You're talking about... the racial tension in America right now?
Steve Orbit: I ain't got tension with nobody. There doesn't need to be no tension. It's just-- there's a lot of fuckin' problems facing the black communities, and I decided to stop being a part of the problem and start becoming a part of the mother fuckin' solution. I mean, I'm roughly a quarter white-- I'm not on some white hatred shit, although a lot of our brothers and sisters DO have hatred towards white people for a multitude of reasons, but that's just another truth that we need to face as a community.
Freddy Whoa: I forgot you had white in you! Haha. Not me, bro, I am African to the core.
Steve Orbit: What?! We all bi-racial, mother fucker. You probably got 30% French blood in you. Light-skin ass nigga, you look Indian to me nigga. The fuck told you YOU was black?
Orbit and Freddy laugh.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, OK. I'm not the one with a white brother-- speaking of, how is Fly these days?
Steve Orbit: Fly is... he's doin' his thing, you know? Just leave it at that. He's good. He's been eatin' high up off the hog for a long time, you know what I'm sayin'. Life has been good to him.
Freddy Whoa: Sure has.
Steve Orbit: Fuckin' whiteboy.
They laugh again.
Steve Orbit: Nah, he's good, that's my brother, 'nah mean.
Freddy Whoa: Hey, I always wanted to ask you. Before you... you know, found out that Fly was your brother. Did you ever have, like... any kind of weird feeling, like a connection to each other? I mean, your rivalry was legendary.
Orbit rubs his chin, thinking.
Steve Orbit: Well... there was this one time. I had just met Fly like a month earlier. We did that Pimping Competition, earned some mutual respect for one another. So he invited me to his mansion, he's havin' some kinda party. So it's like 3 in the morning, and it's me, Fly and like ten super models outside on the lawn, butt naked with the sprinklers on. So Fly is over there, he's pumpin' away, suckin' titties-- I'm over here, gettin' dome from two chicks, I got one tryin' to throw her shit in my face but I ain't no pussy licker, you know what I'm sayin'? Anyway, I look over, and Fly gives me a high-five-- and I cought a glimpse of his... you know, his shit. Ain't nothin' gay about two men and ten bitches, you feel me, but I was thinkin' to myself-- God damn, son is packin' for a white dude. And that was that, and I didn't really put much thought into it, but all these years later it's like, you know, that was a sign from God or whatever. At least I think it was.
Freddy nods along.
Freddy Whoa: Back to the "new you". You quit pimpin'?
Orbit folds his arms and takes a deep breath.
Steve Orbit: There's no such thing as a "used to be" pimp, Fred.
Freddy winces at how cold that statement is.
Freddy Whoa: ... Whoa.
Steve Orbit: But, you know, as far as the image I am portraying. As far as my day-to-day life... I'm out, homie. I'm not owning no strip clubs, I'm not fuckin' with no massage parlors, I ain't takin' money from no hoes on the corner. I can't do it no more. Just the other day I met a young lady, she was talkin' all that fly shit about working for me and all that type of shit. I took her in, I fed her, and I talked to her. I mean, really talked to her about her life and what she was going through. I put her in my guest room for the night and the next day I brought her to a safe place. I don't know if she absorbed anything I said to her, or if I made a difference at all by doing that, but that's the type of shit I'm not these days. I'm not tryin' to be out here, a walking fuckin' stereotype, contributing to the criminal element of the black communities. I'm tryin' to help people so they can get to a point in their life where they can enjoy the type of success that I have been blessed with.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but... a portion of that success came from the criminal element.
Steve Orbit: And I'm the one who has to live with that. Nobody else. I'm tryin' to create a situation where there are more opportunities, more paths to succeed than I had available growing up in the fucking slums of Oakland. I'm not one of these mother fuckers out here talkin' shit and not doin' nothin'. I'm putting MY OWN money up to start programs for inner-city youth. I'm spending MY OWN time talkin' to these kids. Taking these women off the street. I'm not just talking about it-- I'm living it. I have to use my position-- my platform, and my wealth that I've accumulated whether it was legally OR illegally, now I have to put it to work for the communities have been forgotten about by politicians, terrorized by police, and preyed upon by mother fuckers like ME.
Orbit's nostrils flare. Uncomfortable pause.
Freddy Whoa: Wow. Well... it seems like you are passionate about helping people, I can't be mad at that. Let's get back to WCF, back to wrestling. First of all, it's great to see you-- Mack or not Mack, whatever, it's good to have to back, man. Nobody around here has heard from you since the whole... thing, in Mexico. What are your thoughts about that situation?
Steve Orbit: You know... I mean, I don't wanna go too deep into the backstage shit, but let's just say there was a lot of shit bubbling under the surface for a long time. And, honestly, you know, I was tired of hearin' it. A bunch of fuckin' whining backstage, a bunch of "we deserve this" and "we deserve that", on some fuckin' hoe shit. I was lookin' around like, this is not the WCF that I know and that I love. And then... you know, shit hit the fan, and I think this company is better off for it. Cut off the mother fuckin' cancer and rebuild. People really thought WCF was finished-- I'm like, really? After 15 years, you think because a couple dozen pussy mother fuckers leave who never belonged here anyway, the place is gonna fold? See, there was a lot of mother fuckers who claimed to love this company. A lot of people who, you know... "WCF for life!" and all that. And then we go through some trying times-- they bounce. Ghost. Even some dudes who I NEVER would have guessed would leave this company.
Freddy nods in agreement.
Freddy Whoa: You and me both. That shit was crazy.
Steve Orbit: And that's why I respect a mother fucker like Corey Black. That's why I agreed to step in for him a few months ago at the WCF Performance Center, regardless of our differences. That man bleeds WCF and when shit popped off, he stayed loyal. He proved his loyalty. I can respect that. And it hurts me that I can't be here full-time, but I have dedicated myself to other things right now. I have a lot of wrongs that I need to make right. But I'm here tonight-- for War-- and I'm here just to pull my dick out on these new mother fuckers and say, hey, I ran this fuckin' place for a long time. I was the mother fuckin' man around here. You can best believe there will be some Pimp Slappin' goin' on in that ring tonight, just to show these fools that I am just one Pimp Slap away from taking over this joint once again.
Freddy smiles, hearing Orbit talk that slick talk.
Freddy Whoa: Now that sounds like the Steve Orbit that I know. What's your plan? You say you aren't back full-time-- why enter War, knowing that should you win, you'll be locked in for a title shot at One?
Orbit shakes his head.
Steve Orbit: I ain't here for all that, Fred. Somebody else can have that. As I said, I have other obligations. As tempting as it is... I mean, I see Corey Black is lined up for a World Title match tonight, and you gotta admit-- Orbit versus Black at One for the World Title is one hell of a mother fuckin' concept to think about. But now ain't the time. I wish Corey luck tonight-- I mean that. That's my nigga, for real.
Freddy laughs.
Freddy Whoa: Some of the newer audience might not get that.
Steve Orbit: And that's fine. I'm here tonight, as I said, to floss on these young cats-- and to show my love for this company, because I AM loyal. Seth has always been good to me, even when he wasn't. Let that sink in. And WCF... is home, as far as my wrestling career goes. Tonight, I'll mix it up with the roster-- throw a few Pimp Slaps, hopefully get tossed out by some young, hungry mother fucker who could use the rub, and then I'll be on my way. That's my job tonight. I ain't tryin' to fight for the title at One.
Freddy Whoa: That's fair.
A few moments of silence.
Steve Orbit: We good?
Freddy Whoa: Yeah. Really, it's great to see you, man. Good to have you back, even if it is just for tonight.
Steve Orbit: No doubt.
Orbit and Freddy shake hands and hug, and we fade the fuck out.
10/02/16
It's quiet in the halls.
We see Freddy Whoa, waving the camera along and putting the finger over his lips as a signal to keep quiet. They tip-toe around a corner, and come to a dressing room door. Freddy leans in to the camera.
Freddy Whoa: I just got a big tip, you never gonna guess who's inside here.
Freddy knocks on the door. A few moments pass, no response from inside. Freddy knocks again... nothing.
Freddy puts his ear up to the door. Hearing nothing, he shakes his head, disappointed.
Freddy Whoa: Shit! This was gonna be a WCF.com exclusive. Tryin' to get that per-click bonus up, you feel me?
A few more moments pass before Freddy shrugs and begins to walk away from the door.
Camera Man: Who were you looking for?
... The dressing room door opens. Freddy spins around.
Freddy Whoa: YES!
The cash register cha-chings inside Freddy's mind as he sees none other than the two-time World Champion, the man who was a main event staple for over two years in WCF... THE MACK, STEVE ORBIT, leaning in the doorway.
Steve Orbit: Really?
Freddy runs up to Steve with his arms open, looking for an embrace. Orbit holds him back with his palms up.
Steve Orbit: Really, Freddy? Cameras? The fuck is wrong with you, bruh?
Freddy Whoa: Wha... what do you mean? Nice to see you too! Damn!
Orbit shakes his head.
Steve Orbit: Does the words "surprise entrant" mean anything to you? Come on, Fred, you used to have some damn sense. The fuck happened?
Freddy Whoa: Yeah-- but-- I mean, I was gonna air it after the show. This ain't a live feed! Go on, tell 'em it's not a live feed.
Freddy winks at the camera man.
Steve Orbit: You sure?
Orbit looks at the camera close-up.
Steve Orbit: Aight, fuck it. Come on.
Orbit waves Whoa and the camera man into his dressing room. As we enter, Freddy looks around with a bewildered look on his face.
Freddy Whoa: Wait-- where's the hoes at?
Freddy opens a closet and pokes his head inside.
Freddy Whoa: Where's the girls, man? Oh, wait, let me guess-- we ARE in New York. You probably sent 'em out to the Plaza, or the Four Seasons for some of that top-dollar clientele. White collar shit, right?
Freddy puts his fist up for Orbit to pound it, but Orbit just looks at it. Freddy goes back to looking around the room.
Freddy Whoa: Where's all the mink coats? Where's the jewelry? SHIT! YOU BEEN ROBBED!? STEVE ORBIT BEEN ROBBED AT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN!
Freddy starts jumping around like a maniac. Orbit snatches him out of the air and pats him on the back.
Steve Orbit: Nobody's been robbed, Freddy. Chill the fuck out. Now, you came in here to see what the fuck I'm eatin' for lunch, or you tryin' to get your interview on?
Confused, Freddy takes a seat across from Orbit.
Freddy Whoa: ... What happened to you?
Steve Orbit: What?
Freddy Whoa: I dunno. Can't put my finger on it. Something is different. For starters, this is the first time I've ever seen you in a t-shirt... don't tell me you're broke already, it hasn't even been a year since you've been off TV.
Orbit laughs.
Steve Orbit: Nah, I'm far from broke, Freddy. I just don't give a fuck about all that jiggy, flashy shit no more. It's not important to me.
Freddy falls out of his chair. Orbit's eyes widen. Freddy slowly crawls back into the chair.
Freddy Whoa: Hold on. Back it up. Am I in the right dressing room? You ARE Steve Orbit, yeah? THE MACK, STEVE ORBIT.
Steve Orbit: I'm Steve Orbit, bruh. And yeah, I wrestled as "The Mack" Steve Orbit for years-- from April of 2012 up 'til that whole shit in Mexico earlier this year.
Freddy Whoa: WRESTLED. Past tense.
Steve Orbit: Right. At this point in my life, I'm cool with all that. I'm just Steve Orbit. Maybe I'll come up with some kinda, you know, sweet nickname by the time I'm ready to make a return to the ring full-time, but for now... I'm just Steve Orbit.
Freddy looks flabbergasted. His jaw quivers and his eyes look glazed over.
Steve Orbit: Yo.
Orbit snaps his fingers in front of Freddy's face. Freddy jumps in his seat. He shakes his off, and struggles to regain his composure.
Freddy Whoa: Okay! So. Uh... I'm here with Steve Orbit. He's wearing a t-shirt, there's no hookers around, he don't wanna be called The Mack no more-- IS THAT FUCKING WATER?!
Camera catches Orbit in mid-sip of a bottle of Poland Springs.
Freddy Whoa: And he's drinking WATER-- not Hennessy, WATER. I think the most pertinent question that needs to be asked is-- what happened to you, man? You found Jesus or something?
Orbit sighs.
Steve Orbit: Come on, Fred. You show up unannounced, I still let you in and granted you some time-- can we talk about War? We ain't gotta go into all the personal shit right now.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but--
Steve Orbit: I woke up, Freddy. I snapped out of the fuckin' dream. I saw the reality of what's happening around the world, but specifically in this mother fuckin' country-- what's happening to mother fuckers that look just like you and me, and our kids, and our brothers and sisters-- and I had to take a long, hard look at myself and what the fuck I'm really about.
Freddy Whoa: You're talking about... the racial tension in America right now?
Steve Orbit: I ain't got tension with nobody. There doesn't need to be no tension. It's just-- there's a lot of fuckin' problems facing the black communities, and I decided to stop being a part of the problem and start becoming a part of the mother fuckin' solution. I mean, I'm roughly a quarter white-- I'm not on some white hatred shit, although a lot of our brothers and sisters DO have hatred towards white people for a multitude of reasons, but that's just another truth that we need to face as a community.
Freddy Whoa: I forgot you had white in you! Haha. Not me, bro, I am African to the core.
Steve Orbit: What?! We all bi-racial, mother fucker. You probably got 30% French blood in you. Light-skin ass nigga, you look Indian to me nigga. The fuck told you YOU was black?
Orbit and Freddy laugh.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, OK. I'm not the one with a white brother-- speaking of, how is Fly these days?
Steve Orbit: Fly is... he's doin' his thing, you know? Just leave it at that. He's good. He's been eatin' high up off the hog for a long time, you know what I'm sayin'. Life has been good to him.
Freddy Whoa: Sure has.
Steve Orbit: Fuckin' whiteboy.
They laugh again.
Steve Orbit: Nah, he's good, that's my brother, 'nah mean.
Freddy Whoa: Hey, I always wanted to ask you. Before you... you know, found out that Fly was your brother. Did you ever have, like... any kind of weird feeling, like a connection to each other? I mean, your rivalry was legendary.
Orbit rubs his chin, thinking.
Steve Orbit: Well... there was this one time. I had just met Fly like a month earlier. We did that Pimping Competition, earned some mutual respect for one another. So he invited me to his mansion, he's havin' some kinda party. So it's like 3 in the morning, and it's me, Fly and like ten super models outside on the lawn, butt naked with the sprinklers on. So Fly is over there, he's pumpin' away, suckin' titties-- I'm over here, gettin' dome from two chicks, I got one tryin' to throw her shit in my face but I ain't no pussy licker, you know what I'm sayin'? Anyway, I look over, and Fly gives me a high-five-- and I cought a glimpse of his... you know, his shit. Ain't nothin' gay about two men and ten bitches, you feel me, but I was thinkin' to myself-- God damn, son is packin' for a white dude. And that was that, and I didn't really put much thought into it, but all these years later it's like, you know, that was a sign from God or whatever. At least I think it was.
Freddy nods along.
Freddy Whoa: Back to the "new you". You quit pimpin'?
Orbit folds his arms and takes a deep breath.
Steve Orbit: There's no such thing as a "used to be" pimp, Fred.
Freddy winces at how cold that statement is.
Freddy Whoa: ... Whoa.
Steve Orbit: But, you know, as far as the image I am portraying. As far as my day-to-day life... I'm out, homie. I'm not owning no strip clubs, I'm not fuckin' with no massage parlors, I ain't takin' money from no hoes on the corner. I can't do it no more. Just the other day I met a young lady, she was talkin' all that fly shit about working for me and all that type of shit. I took her in, I fed her, and I talked to her. I mean, really talked to her about her life and what she was going through. I put her in my guest room for the night and the next day I brought her to a safe place. I don't know if she absorbed anything I said to her, or if I made a difference at all by doing that, but that's the type of shit I'm not these days. I'm not tryin' to be out here, a walking fuckin' stereotype, contributing to the criminal element of the black communities. I'm tryin' to help people so they can get to a point in their life where they can enjoy the type of success that I have been blessed with.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but... a portion of that success came from the criminal element.
Steve Orbit: And I'm the one who has to live with that. Nobody else. I'm tryin' to create a situation where there are more opportunities, more paths to succeed than I had available growing up in the fucking slums of Oakland. I'm not one of these mother fuckers out here talkin' shit and not doin' nothin'. I'm putting MY OWN money up to start programs for inner-city youth. I'm spending MY OWN time talkin' to these kids. Taking these women off the street. I'm not just talking about it-- I'm living it. I have to use my position-- my platform, and my wealth that I've accumulated whether it was legally OR illegally, now I have to put it to work for the communities have been forgotten about by politicians, terrorized by police, and preyed upon by mother fuckers like ME.
Orbit's nostrils flare. Uncomfortable pause.
Freddy Whoa: Wow. Well... it seems like you are passionate about helping people, I can't be mad at that. Let's get back to WCF, back to wrestling. First of all, it's great to see you-- Mack or not Mack, whatever, it's good to have to back, man. Nobody around here has heard from you since the whole... thing, in Mexico. What are your thoughts about that situation?
Steve Orbit: You know... I mean, I don't wanna go too deep into the backstage shit, but let's just say there was a lot of shit bubbling under the surface for a long time. And, honestly, you know, I was tired of hearin' it. A bunch of fuckin' whining backstage, a bunch of "we deserve this" and "we deserve that", on some fuckin' hoe shit. I was lookin' around like, this is not the WCF that I know and that I love. And then... you know, shit hit the fan, and I think this company is better off for it. Cut off the mother fuckin' cancer and rebuild. People really thought WCF was finished-- I'm like, really? After 15 years, you think because a couple dozen pussy mother fuckers leave who never belonged here anyway, the place is gonna fold? See, there was a lot of mother fuckers who claimed to love this company. A lot of people who, you know... "WCF for life!" and all that. And then we go through some trying times-- they bounce. Ghost. Even some dudes who I NEVER would have guessed would leave this company.
Freddy nods in agreement.
Freddy Whoa: You and me both. That shit was crazy.
Steve Orbit: And that's why I respect a mother fucker like Corey Black. That's why I agreed to step in for him a few months ago at the WCF Performance Center, regardless of our differences. That man bleeds WCF and when shit popped off, he stayed loyal. He proved his loyalty. I can respect that. And it hurts me that I can't be here full-time, but I have dedicated myself to other things right now. I have a lot of wrongs that I need to make right. But I'm here tonight-- for War-- and I'm here just to pull my dick out on these new mother fuckers and say, hey, I ran this fuckin' place for a long time. I was the mother fuckin' man around here. You can best believe there will be some Pimp Slappin' goin' on in that ring tonight, just to show these fools that I am just one Pimp Slap away from taking over this joint once again.
Freddy smiles, hearing Orbit talk that slick talk.
Freddy Whoa: Now that sounds like the Steve Orbit that I know. What's your plan? You say you aren't back full-time-- why enter War, knowing that should you win, you'll be locked in for a title shot at One?
Orbit shakes his head.
Steve Orbit: I ain't here for all that, Fred. Somebody else can have that. As I said, I have other obligations. As tempting as it is... I mean, I see Corey Black is lined up for a World Title match tonight, and you gotta admit-- Orbit versus Black at One for the World Title is one hell of a mother fuckin' concept to think about. But now ain't the time. I wish Corey luck tonight-- I mean that. That's my nigga, for real.
Freddy laughs.
Freddy Whoa: Some of the newer audience might not get that.
Steve Orbit: And that's fine. I'm here tonight, as I said, to floss on these young cats-- and to show my love for this company, because I AM loyal. Seth has always been good to me, even when he wasn't. Let that sink in. And WCF... is home, as far as my wrestling career goes. Tonight, I'll mix it up with the roster-- throw a few Pimp Slaps, hopefully get tossed out by some young, hungry mother fucker who could use the rub, and then I'll be on my way. That's my job tonight. I ain't tryin' to fight for the title at One.
Freddy Whoa: That's fair.
A few moments of silence.
Steve Orbit: We good?
Freddy Whoa: Yeah. Really, it's great to see you, man. Good to have you back, even if it is just for tonight.
Steve Orbit: No doubt.
Orbit and Freddy shake hands and hug, and we fade the fuck out.
