We open the scene to Rorie Steele and JAR sitting in a room. JAR looks all gross and blonde. This is new. He's usually pretty dumb looking, but this is just ridiculous. He's always had a sort of.. downs look to him. Now he looks like the poster boy for hair gel. She didn't really like it... but whatever. It was fun to have a dude trail around after her that has some actual muscle mass, rather than what she was used to in the past. 

So anyways, Rorie and JAR are there, sitting and stuff. Rorie has a nail file to her middle finger, which is held straight up, pointing towards JAR. She's been claiming the whole time that that is how normal people file their nails, but to be honest, she was just going out of her way to give him the finger. Cause she can. JAR is now sitting there, staring at himself in the mirror. Cause people that look like he does now do that sort of thing. Narcissistic bastards. Rorie finally pipes up, dropping her hand to her lap and looking at JAR now. 

Rorie Steele: "You know, Jon, people have been saying a lot of shit about me lately. Have you noticed?"

JAR: "Why yes, Rorie. I have."

Rorie Steele: "Well... I'd like to acknowledge the things I've been hearing about myself. There's actually things I've never even KNOWN about myself that I'm hearing from other people. Isn't that crazy?"

JAR: "Why yes. That is quite crazy."

Rorie nods her head and turns to the camera. It's actually quite rare that she does an actual promo. Because she finds them stupid and feels they aren't worth her time. Plus. She hates looking at the camera men. Because they're always ugly. And can't focus. And suck. And things. So she's looking at the camera and junk. And starting to talk. So... listen and stuff. 

Rorie Steele: "Well... my name is Rorie Steele. I'm sure you all know who I am. I am awesome and things. It actually seems like people aren't aware of that around here, which is disheartening. I mean.. I've been places with a few of these people. Yet a few act as if they've never seen me before. But whatever. Can't please everyone, I guess. Unless it's in bed. Any man I've been with has been pleased. Me, however... that's another story. But that's just not the point here, is it kiddies?"

Rorie gives an exaggerated and obvious wink at the camera. JAR perks up.

JAR: "What about me, Ror?"

Rorie looks over at JAR. She raises a brow.

Rorie Steele: "Every time you touch me, you jizz in your pants. I'm actually frightened to find out what you'd do if my clothes were off."

JAR: "Buu-"

Rorie Steele: "Shut up. Keep out of my promo."

JAR's head falls and Rorie turns her attention back to the camera.

Rorie Steele: "Now... before I was RUDELY interrupted *quick glare at JAR*, I was talking about me. Cause that is what I do. Talk about myself. Now. The reason I wanted to actually talk to you people today was for a few reasons. The one I'll start with is Jon's opponent this week. Salman Van Dam. Now.. I've heard of this guy before. Pretty sure he was in W2K while I was there at one point. But I've never spoken with him. Because.. I never know what the fuck he's talking about. Plus... not my type. No offence. Anyways... I've been hearing some things he's been saying about me. Some claims he's made about me. And you know... It's completely uncalled for. I never did anything for him. But jesus... the boner he has for Wintertwat is INCREDIBLY huge. Talking about how upset he is about how Jon and I screwed him over for the briefcase. I mean... come on. He was taking FOREVER to get that fucking case! So I thought... hey... let's help out... He won, didn't he? We have the case... but he won..."

Rorie takes a peek over at the case that was sitting on the couch beside JAR. He put a hand on it and smiled at the camera.

Rorie Steele: "See that? We have it in safe hands. Safe keeping! I mean... if Birdbrain had it... he'd probably lose it somewhere. Leave it in a hotel room... or a bar. God forbid he left it at a woman's house. Knowing the other types he's gone for in the past, besides me, they'd just rub their nasty vagina's all over it. The case could never be used again because it would smell so bad.. I wouldn't be surprised if the case contracted HIV and crabs. Because those are the types Birdface goes for. The infested, infected, and downright disgusting. Hence why it was me that had to go after him.. Heh. Luckily I didn't catch anything from his former flings. Especially that one named Serena.. Puke in my mouth..."

Rorie smirked.

Rorie Steele: "Now... we'll be going back to Winterborn in a minute. Let's go back to Salman. First mistake he made. He called me a twat. People don't call me a twat. I call people twats. I'm more used to slut, whore, home-wrecker, tramp, bitch... and don't forget slut! But twat... hmm.. I don't feel it's a good representation of myself, you know? Cunt would be the same.. both those things... I use them frequently. It's hard being called something I enjoy calling others. So... let's just say... Salman is a crusty cunt and a... tasteless twat... and go on with our day, hm? Perfect. Now the other thing he said about me was that he doesn't think I'm all that pretty. He actually said something about me "Not being every man's wet dream" *air quotes*. Now... I'd like to play a little game here. It's called 'Never Have I Ever'. I'm sure a few of you have played this before. Someone says 'Never have I ever', followed by a statement for something they haven't done. Whoever has done the statement, takes a shot. Now... conveniently, I've got a whole lot of shot glasses here filled with Jager. Some for me... some for Jon. Now... if you'll turn your attention over further to the right, you'll see 6 more sets of shot glasses."

The camera pans over and lo and behold, there are six more sets. Rorie snaps her fingers and the door opens. Six people walk in to the room. Three men and three women. The woman are quite good looking... not as great as Rorie... but who is. All are dressed in porn-star attire. Cause Rorie's friends are whores too. :) The men are all pretty good looking themselves. Okay.. they are hot as fuck. Think of the hottest man you've ever seen... times him by 10 on the hotness scale, and add two more beside him. Yea. That's right. Hot friends. Rorie smiles and everyone sits down. Two women sit beside JAR, who looks like he's about to shoot a load that will fill the entire room. One guy sits beside Rorie, and the other three sit on another couch on the opposite side of Rorie. The glasses are arranged so that each person has a set in front of them. Rorie smirks and turns back to the camera. 

Rorie Steele: "Now. Let's play. First statement. Never have I ever... referred to myself as 'Every Man's Wet Dream'."

One of the girls takes a shot. It makes sense. Porn stars have to do that type of thing.

Rorie Steele: "Now.. Best blowjob in the business? Yes. I refer to myself as that every day... But... Sal.. you'd never know that feeling. I wouldn't touch you in a million years. The whole 'Wet Dream' thing is something the commentators apparently refer to me as. But if you've ever even seen anything I've done.. I've never said that about myself. Not like it isn't true, per se. I'll bet you've had a wet dream about me just once... maybe you brushed it out of your mind so that your boyfriends wouldn't know you think about girls... but it still happened, Sal. Don't deny it, sugar... Next question. Never have I ever... faked an orgasm."

All the women drink. Rorie as well. Two of the men drink. At least JAR wasn't alone on that one.

Rorie Steele: "Never have I ever... had sex."

Everyone drinks. Even JAR. Surprising.

Rorie Steele: "Never have I ever... wanted to have sex... or HAD sex with Salman Van Dam."

Nobody drinks. Everyone stares at Rorie with a blank expression.

Rorie Steele: "Well look at that... Nobody. I'll bet you there's likely nobody else who would raise a glass to take a shot. Or.. if you happen to be possibly telling the truth about these other flings you've had... If I asked... Never have I ever regretted the sex I had with Salman Van Dam, any woman your infected cock touched would raise about 50 shots and die from alcohol poisoning. Because really... I'd want to die too if that had been inside me. Blegh."

Rorie pretends to stick her fingers down her throat to throw up. She smiles at the camera. 

Rorie Steele: "Next question... Last actually... Never have I ever... had sex with Rorie Steele!"

Everyone drinks.... except for JAR. :( Poor little guy. Even Rorie drank. Even Rorie Steele has had sex with Rorie Steele. Amazing. JAR frowns and his head falls.

Rorie Steele: "Don't worry. You're not the only one, Jon. Sal didn't drink either... You can have Nikki over there later, if you'd like."

Nikki was sitting on JAR's left. He smiled and almost blew a load. Just the thought. Wow. He needs to get laid real bad...

Rorie Steele: "Now.. the next thing I wanted to talk about was Winterborn. There's been allegations coming from him lately as well. Claiming the reason I'm doing this is because I have a hard on for him and he turned me down. I find that hilarious. The reason? The time I drugged him wasn't the only time we hooked up. We had hooked up MANY times before that. Neither of us could get enough. I must admit that. It's rare that I go back to one person.. but he was good with what he had. So it worked. Now... what Phoenix failed to mention was that the time I drugged him was while he was still with his girlfriend at the time... and at the end of the first time that day... he actually realized it was me. He thought I was her at the start. It was funny. Then... he wanted to go again. And he knew it was me. That time he was playing the trick on me. So... clearly he wanted more. Clearly his girlfriend wasn't giving him what he needed. And guess what... after he told me he knew during the entire second go... We made a day of it... and went at it multiple times that day. Now... someone claiming that I'm doing this because I'm a jealous fuck buddy is actually a hilarious thing for me to hear about. Because I don't get jealous. I have men waiting for me to give them some. Take Jon for example. He's been waiting for YEARS. And he's still around. Take these boys sitting in this room. I've fucked every one of them. I've probably fucked them all at the same time at one point. And guess what... they keep coming back. And these women? Same thing... keep coming back. I don't have any reason to want Wintertwat back. Look at these men. Why would I need a Birdface when I can get these gorgeous men... over and over. And just to let you all know...  All three of these guys? WAY bigger. And actually... can use them a bit better. You see, Phoenix... the reason I came to you the day I came back was because I knew you were here. I wanted to get my name known. What better way to do it than tease the fuck out of a former fling in front of all of the men in the locker room?"

Rorie smirked. It was a great idea. But the buzz didn't go too far. Apparently people are too wrapped up in their own lives. Whatever. 

Rorie Steele: "So now you ask... why did I fuck you over? Why did I fuck this Krys Jericho girl over? Well for you... I did it simply because I hate you. I always have. The reason I drugged you years ago was to fuck with you and Serena. I wanted to ruin that relationship more than anything mainly because I despised her. And secondly because I find you irritating, useless, and just... fucking dumb. You have no idea how hard it is to hold a conversation with you. You can't even form proper sentences at times. And all you talk about is yourself. And how people keep screwing you over. And woe is me. And nobody likes you. And the fans hate you. And how you'll never get to where you want. Do you know why, Phoenix? Because you're not good enough. And I wanted to prove that. I wanted to prove just how useless you can really be. And look where it's gotten us. You have a shot to win... And when you lose. Fuck... That... will be the greatest achievement I've ever had. I can't wait to watch you fail."

The smirk is still on her face... but genuine excitement is in her voice. She was telling the truth. She simply hates the guy. Always has. She loved watching him fail. Watching him lose. Watching his heart sink. It was a great feeling.

Rorie Steele: "As for Krys... She was just there. It was more Jon's idea. He wanted to have a female to pick on. And I had heard that the two of you had a past. So it was suggested. We both agreed on it. And all was good. So here we are."

Rorie shrugged her shoulders and turned to look at the people in the room. She smiled and looked back at the camera. They had all finished their shots while she was talking. 

Rorie Steele: "Now... I have some partying to do. Can't keep these guys waiting. In conclusion... I'd just like to say... Sal... fuck you. You will lose. And I will laugh. And Phonix and Krys. Watch your backs, hm? And you know... might as well stop talking about me. Cause the more you talk about me... the longer I'll continue this shit. And the worse it'll be for the both of you. Have fun, kiddies."

Rorie winked at the camera and then turned back to the group. She had several shots left. She picked up each glass and downed every last shot. She turned her head to look at the camera and stuck her middle finger up at it.

And.... fade... 

.TBC. by uhh.....