We open up from the end of the match between Lord Raab and Bryan Williams to the backstage area. Heels are heard clicking against the ground, heading towards the camera. Gabriel Hartman slides into view as Rorie Steele walks into frame, passing by them as if she didn’t know they were there. Even at night, the beautiful brunette wore sunglasses. She was dressed in her street clothes, a tight, strappy dress, clearly on her way out. Behind her was the kid she usually dragged around for her promos as a cameraman. He held her bag and a few other items, clearly struggling. Gabriel clears his throat, which doesn’t seem to get her attention. He finally steps towards her, gently touching her arm.
HARTMAN: “Uhh… Miss Steele! Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?”
Rorie looked down at his hand on her arm as she stopped. She had a look of disgust on her face. She turned, moving her arm away from him. He recoiled, smiling at her as he acted as if nothing had happened. She slightly shrugged her shoulders, walking towards the camera. She removed her sunglasses, tossing them to the kid. He fumbled with them for a second but eventually held onto them. She stood there, looking at Gabriel, waiting for him to say something. Her sheer beauty was enough to make a man fall silent.
STEELE: “Well… go on.”
HARTMAN: “Excuse me. My apologies. I’m here with Rorie Steele, who won her match against Bradley Stevens earlier tonight. How do you feel about your win?”
She looks down, inspecting her nails for a moment.
STEELE: “Did anyone really have any doubts that I wouldn’t beat that little douchebag? It was easy. This was exactly what I needed to get me back into my old groove. A body to step on, beginning my ascent into the position of Queen. Since we all know that’s where I belong anyways.”
She brings her head up, smirking lazily at Gabriel.
HARTMAN: “Well going off on what you just said, fans saw some choice words from you towards one half of the tag team champions, Aidan Carlisle. Can you give us some information on that?”
STEELE: “Information? I’m pretty sure there’s nothing to give. I don’t like her. She acts as if she’s the queen of 4CW… but the truth is, she’s just a little bitch. Alpha should be the one who leads the way. Not the one who bows down and submits to a man. Reserve that for the bedroom. Don’t claim to be something you’re not. I would never let a man tell me what to do. Again… unless it is during one of those times when I feel like being dominated in the bedroom. I call the shots. Everyone else submits to me.”
She turns her head, looking at her camera boy, whatever his name is. She raises her hand, curling her index finger towards herself. He cautiously walks into the view of the camera.
STEELE: “Take… Steve here. Or Nick… James, Jackson… whatever the fuck. Take this guy here. He could do… anything at all in the world for a job. But I was the first one to give him one. And damn, do I pay well. But consider this for a moment. He could leave at any time. He could have left when I told him to leave his girlfriend and forget he even has a family. But what did he do? Stayed. Because he’s smart enough to realize that when I tell him I will make his life a living hell if he ever leaves on his own free will, I mean it. He submits to me, just like everyone else will, eventually. Now get out of my fucking shot.”
She pushes him back out of view, turning back to Gabriel. She smiles sweetly at him.
HARTMAN: “Well alrighty then. Now, we’ve heard some rumors about a possible man in your life. Is this true?”
Rorie shakes her head.
STEELE: “I have many men in my life. I have separate men paying for different things that I have. My condo in New Orleans is paid for by my ex James. My limo is provided by another ex named Mike. And the countless others paying for other things. As for a boyfriend, which I assume you’re getting at, the answer is no. I don’t have boyfriends. I have fun. I do what I want, when I want. And I don’t care who knows about it.”
She smirks again.
STEELE “I’ll leave you with one last thing. You’re all just beginning to see the rise of Rorie Steele. You will all submit to me. On your hands and knees. Begging me for approval. You’ll see. Now I have things to see, stuff to sign, and people to do.”
Before Gabriel can say another word, Rorie turns from the camera, walking away. She is heard one last time, addressing her cameraboy.
STEELE: “It’s time to go, Nick! Jesus Christ! You need to learn fucking cues.”
Gabriel watches the woman leave, turning back to the camera when she’s out of view.
HARTMAN: “Ladies and gentlemen… Rorie Steele…” |
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