Part 1
Following the match between Jair Hopkins and Bryan Laughlin, 4CW cameras cut to the backstage area. Cyrus Riddle is standing in his locker room with nothing but a towel on, laying his ring gear out from his gym bag. The noticeable scars on his body from his extreme matches and extracurricular activities are focused in on by the camera, but the attention switches to his facial expression as he curiously looks toward the door. The sound of it closing is heard, and his sight closes in as whomever entered approaches closer to him. A few seconds pass and Rorie Steele appears in view, standing right in front of him as he looks down at her slightly.
RIDDLE: "Ah, Rorie, we meet again, love. What can I do you for?"
STEELE: "Oh nothing… I just came by for a little visit, sugar."
She bites her lip, scanning his body in just the towel.
STEELE: "I was just in the area."
Cyrus smirks as he looks her up and down.
RIDDLE: "Funny how that pull brought you straight into my locker room. I doubt you want to sit and talk, or wish me luck for later."
STEELE: "Wish you luck? Now that’s something I can do for you. Good luck… Cyrus."
She raised her hand, placing it on his chest. Her nails pressed against his skin gently.
STEELE: "But I did actually want to chat about something."
Cyrus nods his head and raises an eyebrow.
RIDDLE: "What would you like to chat about? News, politics, or the declining quality of talent in this company?"
STEELE: "Oooh. That last one is a VERY interesting topic indeed. Actually… let’s get into that one, hm? What are your thoughts on that?"
She raised a brow at him.
RIDDLE: "I think it’s a bloody shame we have to deal with it. If mouths were talent, everyone would be champion. Some need put in their place and reminded on who is above them. Similar to what I did to Darryl, and what I’ll do to your old mate Bryan, and new friend Aidan tonight."
Rorie nodded.
STEELE: "Mmm… yes. My ‘friend’. You used to fuck her, isn’t that right?"
Riddle laughs.
RIDDLE: "Unfortunately, yes. But, in my defense, I’ve fucked a lot of women in recent history."
Rorie smirked at him. She let her hand move a bit lower on his chest, gently dragging her nails down his skin.
STEELE: "I know."
She licked her lips as she looked up at his face. She dropped her hand for a moment.
STEELE: "Actually… That’s kind of what I came here about, really. I’ve noticed some… changes… in you, Cyrus. To be quite honest, I don’t like them. Looks as if you’ve got yourself a new lady friend. And that kind of puts a damper on my fun. Interestingly enough… I have a little list here that your friend may be interested in seeing. I hear she’s here tonight too."
Her permanent smirk remained as she watched him, waiting for some kind of response. His expression turns to curiosity, with a hint of panic.
RIDDLE: "I'll bite… what's this list comprised of?"
STEELE: "Names… dates… as far back as your little brain can remember. I won’t say who’s names are on there… or how many. Just know… there’s a lot. But I think this will be rather eye opening for your new plaything."
Cyrus rubs the back of his head with his hand, agitated and nervous.
RIDDLE: "First, she's not a ‘plaything.’ Second, how the fuck did you get a list? And third, is this all because you can't ride me now? Is this what the talented Rorie Steele is about?"
Rorie laughs out loud, raising a brow at him.
STEELE: "First… You do play with her, don’t you? If not, she’s friendzoning you from the get go. And that’s just sad. Second, I’m very good at getting what I want. I wanted this list. I talked to quite a few people to get the information on it. Some of your ‘friends’ have loose lips. Pun intended. Thirdly, it’s not so much that I can’t fuck you anymore… It’s more so that I need you for a few things. And when I need someone, I find the best way to get them to do what you want is to blackmail them. Yes… I am fully admitting to blackmailing you right now for my personal gain. If you don’t do what I want, I show her and everyone in the wrestling universe this list. And it won’t be pretty."
Cyrus looks up for a minute, contemplating. Afterward, he nods his head.
RIDDLE: "Okay, you want to blackmail me. I can admire the honest, but not the stupidity. Have you thought this through? Are you sure you want to play this game with me?"
STEELE: "Oh yes. I’ve thought this through. Long… and hard…"
She looked him over once again.
STEELE: "It’s not that I want to make an enemy out of you, Cyrus… I just know you won’t agree to what I want in any other way. And think about it. Aren’t games fun?"
She winked at him.
RIDDLE: "What is it you want from me exactly? And what are you hoping to accomplish by showing her a list? You're picking the wrong person to play games with, Rorie."
STEELE: "It’s simple, really. All I want is some protection. Someone to make sure I don’t break any nails. Someone to keep my exes in check. Someone to come down to the ring with me and make sure I win. My right hand man, you could say. Is that so much to ask?"
She batted her lashes at him. Cyrus smirked, looking somewhat offended.
RIDDLE: "So, you basically want me to be your errand boy? Like a servant."
Rorie smiled sweetly.
STEELE: "Exactly, Cyrus! You got it!"
RIDDLE: "I don't think you have it in you to play a position of power over me."
STEELE: "Really. That’s how you feel about me? Ye of little faith."
Cyrus gets close to her face, speaking in a lower volume.
RIDDLE: "Let's just say that it's less of a feeling about you, and more of an insight as to who I am. I'm nobody's errand boy. Plus, you can't possibly have any names that aren't common knowledge anyway."
STEELE: "Cyrus… I have names on here that you’ve probably forgotten over the years. Loose lipped friends don’t always come from the wrestling world, sugar. And you may not be an errand boy for others… but for me, I think you’ll change your mind. I’ll tell you what. You think it over for a little while. Come find me when you’ve made your decision. I’ll be waiting."
Rorie’s eyes drop for a moment to his towel. She pulls her cellphone out from the side of her chest, where it was stuck between her bra and her breast. She presses a few buttons and looks back at Cyrus.
STEELE: "Just a little extra buffer…"
She smirks at him, confusion on his face. In one fluid motion, she grabs at the towel, pulling it off of him and takes a quick photo on her phone. She looks at the picture, smiling.
STEELE: "I’ll see you later, sugar."
She tosses the towel at him, turning her heel and walking away. As he watches her exit, he looks nervous as he mutters the word “fuck” before the cameras cut away.
Part 2
4CW cameras cut to the backstage area where Cyrus Riddle is walking slowly, looking somewhat disappointed, but also focused on his whereabouts. As he makes his way down the locker room corridor of the Staples Center, he stops suddenly as he comes across Rorie Steele, standing outside of her locker room filing her nails, presumably waiting for Cyrus. He stops right next to her, looking at her face while taking a deep breath.
RIDDLE: "You want an answer, yeah?"
Rorie didn’t even bother looking up at him from her nails. She knew she had Cyrus wrapped around her little finger.
STEELE: "Of course I do."
She raised her hand towards the light, showing off the freshly sharpened nails she had. She looked at him through her spread fingers.
STEELE: "What is it?"
Cyrus puts his head down, shaking it.
RIDDLE: "Well, after careful consideration, and in an effort to make sure that I am able to maintain my privacy to an extent…"
He looks up at her, grabbing her freshly nail-filed hand and holding it, while flashing a confident smirk.
RIDDLE: "I've decided...to decline your offer."
Rorie raised a brow, getting ready to pull her hand away.
STEELE: "Excuse me?"
Cyrus kept ahold of her hand, still maintaining his expression.
RIDDLE: "I'm declining. See, in light of some information that I just so happened to remember, I've realized that I have a bit more on you than you do on me. My past isn't the only questionable one, is it? Rorie has secrets."
He raises his eyebrows at her. She makes a face at him, showing her anger.
STEELE: "Oh really. And what could you possibly have on me, Cyrus? My book is pretty open, sugar."
He lets go of her hand and brushes her hair back behind her ear with his own before resting one hand against the wall behind her and leaning in close.
RIDDLE: "Some chapters are somewhat erased, or at least you'd like to think they are. Wouldn't you…Rorz?"
His smile widens as he looks into her eyes. She glares at him, practically snarling at him.
STEELE: "How fucking dare you…"
She knew exactly what he was talking about. All from that one name. She clenched her teeth together.
STEELE: "You wouldn’t dare tell a soul…"
Cyrus mocks being offended.
RIDDLE: "I'm a bit hurt you don't think I would. Isn't that what you wanted? To play games with me? This is how we play. You have stuff I don't want told, but I always have an ace up my sleeve as well, love."
STEELE: "How the fuck did you find out this…. information…?"
She was trying to play it like it wasn’t as important, but her initial reaction said enough. Cyrus’ response was one of pride and a feeling of victory.
RIDDLE: "Now, you know I can't give that to you. You didn't want to tell me about the sources you had for my list. Just know that I have my ways."
Her anger was slowly growing more than it had already gotten to.
STEELE: "And… what do you want, Cyrus? For your silence?"
He looks off for a second, contemplating. After a few moments, he arrives at an answer.
RIDDLE: "Eye for an eye, Rorz. I'll use your very own end to fulfill my own. It's been some time since I had a valet or manager, and it would be quite fun to have you do as I wish. So, those are my terms. You be a good girl, and I'll make sure nobody finds out what's under the surface."
She stood up, now right in front of him, body’s touching. She tilted her head to look right at him. She was only closer to his height because of the heels she wore on her feet.
STEELE: "A good girl, hm? And you really think I’m capable of that?"
She put her hand on his chest, drumming her nails against his skin.
STEELE: "You really think I will do exactly as you say? Go ahead… tell everyone. What you know means nothing to me…"
She instantly regretted her words, but didn’t show it, her anger being the only thing seen on her face. Cyrus looks at her, surprised, but in a challenging mood himself.
RIDDLE: "If that's how you feel then...it's a shame really. I've enjoyed what we have had, Rorz, it's been good. I like who you are even...or what you seem to be. I'm not a fan of what I am about to do, but you can't say you didn't have it coming."
Cyrus motions as if he is walking away, shrugging his shoulders. She rolls her eyes, frustration filling her.
STEELE: "Wait."
She grabs his arm and stops him. Her nails are slowly digging into his skin.
STEELE: "Fine…"
She says the word through gritted teeth. Cyrus looks at her with a noticeable twinkle in his eye.
RIDDLE: "Fine what?"
Her teeth clench together tighter.
STEELE: "Fine… master… I will do whatever you ask."
Cyrus wraps his arm around Rorie, smiling.
RIDDLE: "I kind of like how you said that. From now on, that's how you can refer to me. I can almost feel the excitement making your body tremble."
She pushes him away from her, eyes cut towards him.
STEELE: "Excitement? Excitement?"
She pushes him back against the closest wall, digging her nails in his chest as she stared at him.
STEELE: "There is no excitement here, Cyrus."
Cyrus’ sick grin that accompanied pain being inflicted begins to show.
RIDDLE: "Never took you for someone who felt trepidous. We're seeing a new side of you already, love. I tell you what, I'll allow you one outburst per week on a small scale, consider it a gift. This one is your only one for now, so make it worth it and let's move on. I have a task for you already."
Her eyes met his, staying there the whole time. She drug her nails across his skin, drawing blood. Now he’d have matching scars from the first time they had met. She felt better, but it wasn’t as impactful as she would have liked it to be. He was expecting it. And that was annoying to her.
STEELE: "What can I do for you, master…?"
There was no enthusiasm in her voice. Just annoyance at this point. Cyrus looks at her while dabbling the blood with his index finger, tasting it.
RIDDLE: "First, we are going to go to my locker room so you can clean this blood and wound properly. Once I'm satisfied with that, I'll tell you exactly what you will do for me. There are just too many ears in the open. So, apologize, and we will get going…"
She stood there for a moment, just staring. If he thought she was going to apologize to him, he was insane.
RIDDLE: "Rorz...apologize. I know it's hard to grasp that you were in control just a bit ago, only to have the power shift to me. But hey, that's life, love. I'll be respectful in what I ask of you if you just show me that loyalty I want. So...do you have something to say?"
She sighed, defeated.
STEELE: "I’m sorry."
She pointed at the bloody marks on his pec.
STEELE: "For that…"
RIDDLE: "It's okay, love, I forgive you."
Cyrus pulls her in for a hug to assure her he isn't upset, even though he knowingly is getting his blood on her.
RIDDLE: "Now that we are beyond that, let's take a walk. Pressing matters need to be discussed." |
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