Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror and thought... "Man I wish I was better looking" or "I wish my boobs were bigger" or even "I wish my penis wasn't so crooked"... I'll bet you have. It's a normal thing for most people in the world. It's natural to want things you can't have. To want to be improved. To want to be more beautiful. More attractive. More perfect. It's normal.. I swear.

Next question. Have you ever heard of a woman named Rorie Steele? You may or may not have. I can't really blame you if you haven't. You can't know everyone in the wrestling world. It's pretty much impossible. Actually... I will blame you. Because I can.  

If you have heard of her, however, then you know that the above does not apply to her. She does not wish to be more beautiful. She does not wish for perfection. She is the epitome of both. She is perfection. She is beauty. 

She... is Rorie Fucking Steele. And she just happens to be in the area. What area, you ask? Well she doesn't really fucking know. One of her boyfriends, James, brought her to wherever the fuck she is. He thought it would be romantic. Bitches like romance? This stuff is horseshit! Who the hell wants their bed covered in rose petals and have a bottle of champagne cooling in a bucket of ice? Or sickly sweet music playing in the background. It's a whole lot of stupid. And when Rorie opened the door to the hotel room she was sharing with James, she raised an eyebrow, turned her heel, and left. Peace out, James. Won't be seeing you again, kiddo! 

Here's a few things you need to know about Ms. Steele. She likes men. A lot. And men like her. Probably more than they need to. Actually... let's get this straight. Rorie likes men to an extent. She likes using them. For money. For sex. For money. For rides. For housing. For sex. For recreation. For sex. For money. For entertainment. For money. And did I mention sex and money? Yea. Those too. Rorie has gotten most things that she owns from her ex-boyfriends. Well.. some tend to stick around and continue to buy her things to try to win her heart. It has been a long, hard journey... and absolutely nobody has tamed her yet. And likely will not. Because that's dumb. And I do not endorse that. As her writer, I cannot stand by as someone tries to make her an upstanding citizen. Because that's boring. And boring people are lame. :)

Another thing you should know. A man that is taken is like a game to her. A game in which she has won a few times in the past. So don't be surprised if he likes her more than you, ladies. Cause how could he not. And one last thing... Rorie does what she wants, when she wants. She doesn't much like rules. And she especially doesn't enjoy being told what to do. If she does get told what to do, she'll just end up making the person change their mind and get her way. She DID have an entire women's locker room to herself before. 

And now for some information about her background. Rorie was born. From that day, she was awesome. The end. 

Well... not the end. She's still being awesome and stuff. Actually, Rorie came from a little company called W2K. Very small. Unknown. There was like.. 5 people that were around. Nothing special, ya know? But that's where she came from. You may be asking yourself... why the hell would Rorie come to a place like BCW when she was in that tiny fed called W2K? Where's the logic in that? Well.. the answer is simple. 

W2K died. It died a horrible, bloody death. And Rorie was the last one there. Which was interesting. I'll dive into that in a minute. 

And by a minute... I mean right now. Cause fuck it. 

For her final act in her W2K career, Rorie Steele was a different woman. She was... married. I know what you're thinking... WTF, right? I thought the same thing. But it gets worse. Rorie was married... to Leonardo fucking DiCaprio. WHO THE FUCK MARRIES THAT GUY?! Nobody. Because he's a fucking clown shoe and I hate him. But in her desperation during a particularly bad time in her life, she cracked and married him. They had a home together. And... Jesus Christ I can't believe I'm saying this... she was happy. She was a housewife that ran a goddamn day care. KIDS! CHILDREN! Everywhere! Of all people... parents put their trust into Rorie Steele? But Rorie wasn't herself during that time. Rorie was something else completely. The worst part of this whole thing was her outfit. She was wearing a dress... that came up to her fucking neck. No boobs. NO FUCKING BOOBS! The travesty. 

But that was the end. Rorie was never seen or heard of again. Until now. Some Halloween costume contest goes on and in comes Rorie like a bullet. And what is this? She's back to her old self? THANK THE GODS! She shows up in a fucking pair of underwear and half a shirt. What the hell was she supposed to even be? I guess we'll go with aerobics instructor... because that is the only logical-ish explanation. And what does she do as a first impression for this new place? She shoves her cleavage in the face of the man judging the contest and wins by default. That's right. She's declared a winner by default. The glory. The fucking glory of it all. 

So Rorie is now a contender for a title she doesn't even know about. But wait... what's this? She has a dark match? Against some unknown? What? Who the fuck makes these cards?! 

So now we actually start this whole thing. I didn't even go far back into her background because I don't care. And because her life story will slowly be revealed. Excruciatingly. Because I like to make people angry and stuff. 

Rorie stands alone on a street. Nobody is around at all. In front of her is a camera man. A guy that she hired to follow her around because this fucking place is too poor to provide her with one. Who the fuck shoots their own promos anyways? Stupid people... that's who. The guy is clearly uncomfortable with the situation. And how could he not be. In front of him is the woman of his dreams in all of her glory. Now I'm not going to say that she isn't looking like her normal self. Because she definitely is. It's not like she's definitely 100% wearing a bikini top for a shirt for sure right now. And she's totally not wearing the shortest skirt of all time that she is obviously wearing right now without question. However, she is wearing 5-inch stripper heels and a black thong showing just above her skirt. She's wearing those for sure. The camera man couldn't keep the camera steady enough. Rorie glared at him.

Rorie Steele: "You know, fuckboy.. if you can't keep that fucking camera still, I'll fire your ass like Donald Trump. And then scalp you so you can be twins with dear Donald and glue the piece on like a toupee. Get your fucking shit together."

The cameraman just nodded violently and held the camera more still. Rorie smiled sweetly at the camera, now ready to start her promo. This would be quick and painless.

Rorie Steele: "Ladies and gents. I am Rorie Fucking Steele. I am here... on some shitty road in New Orleans, ready to talk about my match this week. And I mean really shitty. There's garbage everywhere. It seems like this whole place is like this. Ugh."

She looks around her, visibly grossed out by her surroundings. She looks back up at the camera.

Rorie Steele: "That's not very relevant right now. What is relevant is my match this week on Last Call Brawl. Well not relevant, exactly. I was giving a fucking dark match. Something for happy hour. I want to take part in happy hour... not wrestle during it. But I'll live with it for this week. I guess I have to show you people what I'm all about and there's just no room for that on the main card. But you'll see... and that Bull guy will see.. I'm main card material, baby. Honestly... I'm probably the only main card material in this goddamn place. These disgusting creatures you have roaming around that crappy bar are like fleas in comparison to me. I am that much above them that it actually hurts."

She smirks, her feelings are rather obvious about where she is.

Rorie Steele: "You may be asking yourself... why are you here, Rorie? Why come to BCW when you hate it? It's simple. Because I fucking want to be. I was dragged into this shitty place. And what was the first place I saw around here? BCW. And I wasn't willing to move around anywhere. Plus I have an ex... Philip... who gave me a kickass place to live in. Because he still pays for me to do things. Having exes that still buy you shit is amazing, isn't it? So why am I back, then? I was retired. But then... I decided.. what the fuck? Why am I going to just sit around and do nothing. I fucking love the spotlight. I fucking love showing what I've got for all of the fans. And before anyone suggests becoming a stripper... I tried that once. It's not as fun when unattractive, fat, poor men touch you. It's much nicer when they have muscles and are trying to tackle you to the ground."

She holds the same smirk. The spotlight had always been for Rorie. And she made that clear with her antics last week. 

Rorie Steele: "So now... even though I have a shot at the woman's title or some bullshit like that, I have to face a scabby, blue-haired little twat. Audrey Nightmare. Do you call yourself nightmare because you're so dark and scary and plan to win with your dark powers of bullshit? Or were you just looking for the most emo name you could come up with that would make you look 'badass'? Sugar... it didn't work. Badass, you are not. A nightmare? More like a fucking fairytale. Sweetheart... you are nothing to me. You are a speck of dust upon a flea. You are lower than the other people that are already low in this company. You will never be a challenge. You aren't one now. You are a tiny little speck of nothingness that I have to beat. It will be the shortest match in the history of my career. You are wasting my time. You are wasting my breath. One hit and you'll be down, sugar. And when I pin you, your existence will be confirmed. You are the nothingness in this place. You may as well just leave. You're not even worth being named on the roster. Go home."

Rorie shakes her head. 

Rorie Steele: "That's it. I'm done. I won't waste more time on this pathetic child you've put me against. Give me some actual fucking competition. Not this bullshit. I'm out of here. I'll see you twats on Saturday."

With that, Rorie turned around, starting to walk away. The camera stayed on her, watching her leave. She turned to look at the cameraman, realizing he wasn't following. If looks could kill, this kid would be floating to fucking heaven. 

Rorie Steele: "WE'RE FUCKING LEAVING, YOU CUNT!"

The guy jumped, the camera shaking around. He ran after Rorie, fumbling to turn off the camera. The scene cuts to black.  

.TBC. by not YOU.