Rorie Steele
			(!!!WARNING!!! - May Will contain whorish statements, sluttiness, sex, violence, bad language, and any other horrible things you can think of. BE ADVISED!)

They say sometimes you have to face something you really don’t want to. It could be a fear or a person. This is the thing that could change your life. The thing that could change who you are as a person. This could also be the thing that breaks you. But you won’t know until you face it. You could be finding yourself having to jump over a lot of hurdles in order to get to this… whatever it is that you must face.

Or… you sit down right in front of them.

Dinner with the devil, you could say. In this case, a very personal devil that, until this very moment, had no ties with you for a very long time.

This is the current situation for one Rorie Steele. She sits in a posh restaurant, leaning back in her chair. Her arms lazily hang over the arms of the chairs as she stares at the person sitting across from her. Her look is of annoyance mixed with a bit of anger. The man across from her, who is being extremely impolite at the moment, is staring at her chest. He forgets his manners, this devil. He can’t be blamed, in a way, since Rorie decided to show up in an extremely tight dress with a keyhole neckline, showing off her ample cleavage. Because why wouldn’t she. Rorie rolls her eyes, licking at her upper set of teeth. She sat up straighter, glaring at the man with seething hatred.

Rorie Steele: “So… ‘daddy’… What did you want from your only daughter?”

Her teeth clenched after the last word. So this was her father. Richard Steele. The man that left her alone at 15. But… here he fucking was. Sitting in front of her, staring at her chest. She shook her head, letting out a sarcastic chuckle.

Rorie Steele: “I’ll bet I’m payin’ for this dinner too, huh? Cheap fucking prick.”

She grabbed the double shot of whiskey that had been brought to the table for her a few moments earlier. She downed it, bringing it down harder on the table than she had meant to. It made a bit of noise, a few patrons looking over at the table.  The older man across from her shook his head. He was wearing a suit, but it was not as crisp as someone with money would have. His hair was slicked back in a bit of an awkward way. It was black with random grey streaks through it. He was trying to look like a business man, but it wasn’t working as well for him. He was, however, an attractive older gentleman. There was no denying that. Rorie wasn’t hot just because.

Richard Steele: “Rorie… baby… come on. I wanted to see you.”

Rorie snarled a bit at the man.

Rorie Steele: “Don’t call me baby.”

Her mouth stayed clenched, even through her words.

Rorie Steele: “I haven’t seen you since I was 15 fucking years old. Don’t you dare try and pretend to be my daddy now.”

She glared at him once again, her anger rising. But she kept her voice down, not wanting to draw more attention to them.

Richard Steele: “I… I just wanted to see you. I feel like shit for what I did back then.”

Rorie Steele: “You left me… your fucking daughter… for a woman. And you feel like shit NOW?”

She raised a brow at him.

Richard Steele: “How did you-“

Rorie Steele: “I wasn’t fucking stupid. I was 15, not 5. You think I didn’t see what you were doing? Couldn’t see your conversations online? Your phone calls? You must have been the stupid one.”

Richard Steele: “You weren’t supposed to see all that…”

Rorie Steele: “No. I wasn’t.”

She said it matter-of-factly. She let out another single laugh and took a sip of her water, since that was the only other beverage on the table.

Rorie Steele: “You even did it while mum was still alive, you heartless prick.”

Richard Steele: “I..”

Rorie Steele: “Don’t bother giving me your bullshit excuses for why you did it. She was dying and you wanted to find someone else. Why do you think I turned out the way I did? I learned from the fucking best, daddy dearest.”

Richard Steele: “Baby-“

Rorie Steele: “Stop fucking calling me that.”

She rolled her eyes again. The waiter paused their conversation for a bit, asking if they had decided on what to order. They did so, with Rorie ordering two more double shots of whiskey to go along with it. After he left, Rorie started up again.

Rorie Steele: “You found a girl online and chatted her up. Talked about moving in together and getting married. Having kids. How did that go for you, Richard?”

Richard Steele: "It… uhh… went well.”

Rorie Steele: “I thought so. How many kids do you guys have now? 3, is it?”

She rolled her eyes.

Rorie Steele: “I’ll bet she doesn’t even know about me. Doesn’t even know about mum. Your wife.”

Richard puts his head down, frowning. Rorie takes a small sip of one of the glasses of whiskey that had been set on the table. She places it back down. One leg goes over the other, crossing together. Her one foot impatiently moves, tapping quietly against the table leg.

Richard Steele: “I just wanted to see you… to apologize.”

Rorie Steele: “Here’s something I didn't inherit from you… My ability to lie through my fucking teeth. It’s quite obvious you’re not here for either of those things. Don’t put your fucking guilt on me, Richard.”

Richard Steele: “I’m not lying, Rorie. I really am sorry about everything.”

Rorie Steele: “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have done what you did. I was fifteen… fucking fifteen. A child. And you left me. I was handed around to everyone in the family. Because nobody wanted to take care of me. And you’re sorry? Do you even know gran died?”

Richard frowned again, looking at the empty plate in front of him.

Richard Steele: “No..”

Rorie Steele: “Fucking look at me when you’re talking!”

Her voice rose a bit. A few people turned to look, but quickly went back to their dinners. Richard brought his head up, looking at her.

Richard Steele: “No.”

Rorie Steele: “That was your wife’s fucking mother, you piece of shit. And you didn’t even give her enough respect to call at all. Nothing. You didn’t even help her when she grieved over the death of her daughter! Are you that fucking selfish?”

Richard Steele: “I wasn’t fucking happy, okay!?”

His voice rose higher than hers. Many heads turned, some looking at him in disgust. His hands were in fists on the table. Rorie took notice.

Rorie Steele: “Why? Because she wouldn’t let you fuck her while she was dying?”

Rorie tilted her head to the side. She took another sip of her whiskey. He bites the inside of his lip. His hands stay closed together, shaking slightly.

Rorie Steele: “Or was it because she wasn’t happy with your tiny cock and stopped fucking you after one child?”

He slammed his fist down on the table, the items making clanking sounds afterwards.

Richard Steele: “Watch your mouth, young lady!”

He got up a bit in his chair, slightly towering over her. She wasn’t bothered by it. A laugh came from her throat as her mouth curved into a smirk.

Rorie Steele: “Don’t talk to me like one of your illegitimate children. You stopped being my father when you left me.”

He sat down. A waiter came over, bringing their food. He quietly asked Richard to keep his voice down. Richard simply nodded. He kept his cool around the waiter, not wanting to make more of a scene. Richard grabbed his fork, thinking that maybe stuffing his face would end the awkward situation he was in. Rorie didn’t even look at her food. She downed the rest of the whiskey in the first glass. The other stayed on the table for the moment.

Rorie Steele: “Yet here you are. Here for me. I’m really curious to know why you’re really here.”

He put his fork down, sitting silently for a moment. Rorie just watched him, arms crossed over her chest.

Richard Steele: “I want to be back in your life again. I want to be there for you again. I want to make up for everything I’ve done to you.”

Rorie Steele: “So you can get some money out of me? Now that I’ve fucked my way into a lot cash and get paid to fight… you want my money?”

He looked away for a moment. She knew she was right. She bit at her lip, laughing quietly to herself.

Rorie Steele: “That’s fucking pathetic, Rich. Don’t even comment on the fact that your daughter acts like a whore to get whatever she wants.”

Richard Steele: “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Rorie Steele: “Oh… am I making you uncomfortable? Your daughter is a slut, Richard. She sleeps with men to get what she wants. And because she’s so amazing at what she does, she’s given anything she wants. And she fucking loves it. At this point, I don’t even need to sleep with them to get what I want. I can get it by snapping my fucking fingers. But you? You have to resort to finding said daughter, feigning some kind of love for her to see if she’ll give you some. I see through it, Dick. I know exactly what’s on that agenda of yours.”

She glares at him from across the table.

Richard Steele: “That’s not-“

Rorie rolls her eyes and let’s out a loud sigh.

Rorie Steele: “Enough with the fucking lying! I’m so tired of this bullshit. You haven’t seen me in years… and the first things that come out of your mouth are lies. You really fucked me up, daddy.”

He shook his head.

Richard Steele: “We just need a little bit…”

Rorie laughs loudly, not even surprised by his words.

Rorie Steele: “Wow! I knew I wasn’t wrong. Pathetic doesn’t even come close to what you are.”

She shakes her head, reaching for the second double shot.

Rorie Steele: “I can’t even begin to tell you how embarrassed I am for you. I don’t even know you anymore. You’re just one of the pieces of shit I walk by on the fucking street, at this point. Wouldn’t even give you a second look. And you come to me to ask for fucking money? I wouldn’t even care if it were because your new wife was in the hospital. You didn’t care about your own family… why the fuck should I care about yours? Go fuck yourself, Richard.”

Rorie looked at the glass still in her hand, contemplating. She downed the double and set it down on the table. She stood up, going for her water. She picked it up, throwing it in his face. He slid back in his seat, shocked by what just happened.

Rorie Steele: “I wouldn’t dare waste a drop of alcohol on your deadbeat ass. Don’t contact me again, prick.”

She reached into her purse, pulling out a few hundred-dollar bills. She tossed them onto the table. 

Rorie Steele: “Enjoy your fucking dinner.”

She turned and walked away from him. He grabbed at the money, greedily bringing it closer to him. Little did he know, this posh little place cost more than she even put on the table. She still fucked him over. 

Rorie sits on a white chaise lounge, a laptop open in front of her. She’s watching something on the screen. She wears a pair of capri leggings and a tight tank top. The room around her seems to be a living room. The place isn’t her condo, though. It looks more like a penthouse room in a hotel. And that’s exactly where she is. She’s not in New Orleans. No… she’s off somewhere else. The city is irrelevant, really. Behind her, Devin Hawk is seen walking past. He’s in just a pair of sweatpants. Rorie pulls her headphones out, unplugging them from the laptop as well. Genevie’s voice is heard over the speakers.

Genevie: “…can tell you’ve actually been fucking Devin, because you’re mouth is starting to twist like his. Saying you are going to destroy me in the ring and rip me apart. I’m laughing at how rough and tough you are pretending to be…”

Rorie pushes her finger down on a key on her laptop. Devin backtracks, turning his head towards Rorie, brow raised. He hears Gen’s words,a smirk coming across his face.

Devin Hawk: "Ah… big, tough Rorie…”

Rorie shoots a glare over at Devin. She clenches her teeth.

Rorie Steele: “Get the fuck out of here before I kick your fucking teeth in. Asshole.”

He laughs and starts to walk away.

Rorie Steele: “And take off those pants. I’m going to hate-fuck the shit out of you after I’m done with this bitch.”

She smirks to herself and focuses on the camera set up in front of her. She closes the laptop and her smirk instantly leaves her face. She is left with an angered expression.

Rorie Steele: “Jesus Fucking Christ, Genevie. I feel like you should be placed in a fucking insane asylum. The shit you spewed out of your fucking mouth was worthless. Talking about how you got into wrestling and all that shit. Guess what, sugar… nobody fucking cares. Nobody cares that a piece of trash from Boston decided to try and be worth something. Problem is… you’re still not worth shit. People wouldn’t even pay money for you. And that’s sad. People don’t come and see the show for you… they come for me. I’m entertainment. I’m the one bringing in fucking ratings. I’m the one who catches attention. Because I’m better than you. It’s as fucking simple as that.”

She shrugged her shoulders.  

Rorie Steele: “You talk about Devin as if he was just the new thing for you to look at. A tool. And as if I only went to him for his cock. That’s where you’re completely wrong, Gen… Funny story… Devin sought me out. He came to me. I’m not going to make assumptions… but I am… He probably came to me because he couldn’t stand you. Couldn’t deal with how terrible you actually are. The whole over confidence thing your boyfriend enjoys so much doesn’t work unless you’re actually good. Sorry… But that’s just the truth. You try and act all big and bad, much like how you claim I do, and pretend you’re actually better than him and me. Sweetheart… he’s been doing this for years… you think you could actually take him on? Please. The only way you could possibly do something better than you is if he was to go extremely easy on you. I don’t even try to pretend I’m better than him. He could tear me to pieces… and honey…you have no idea how fucking sexy that is.”

She bites her lip, a small ‘mm’ coming from her throat. She turned her head, looking at Devin off camera. She licked her lips at him before turning her head back towards the camera.

Rorie Steele: “You act as if I didn’t deserve this title. I think I proved that many times over when I took this title with such ease. I even beat two women to get it. Can you say that? Not yet, anyway. And if I have anything to say about it, you never will. I have this title for a reason. I am better than everyone here. I proved just that. Faith held this title for a long time, I’m told. But I just step in here… ratings skyrocket, and I take the title from her in one fluid motion. Impressive doesn’t even begin to describe me.”

She runs a hand down her side, closing her eyes and letting out a small sigh. She was clearly enjoying herself.

Rorie Steele: “And since you clearly enjoy comparing our current sexual partners, let’s talk about them more, shall we? Your “relationship” is with a piece of shit that seems to lay around all day. You two fuck… and he goes back into hiding. Does he even ever win matches? All I see is disappointment. All I see is a man that is wasting everyones time.Acting tough… and then letting us all down. You’re a lucky girl, Gen. Real fucking lucky. Now look at Devin. Our “relationship” is very different. I’m still me in what we do. Can you say the same? Are you the same as you were when not dating Corso? I can say I’m exactly the same. Without a doubt. But look at him as a man in general. Look at what he’s done in BCW. He has annihilated everyone who has come in his path. He is destruction. He takes what he wants and leaves anyone in his way bloodied and bruised behind him. That’s what makes him a real man. That’s what makes him better than your boyfriend. I’ll bet you’re jealous as fuck that you ended up with Corso. Too bad. Tough luck.”

She smiled wide at the camera. She had already admitted that Corso was a good looking dude, but right now, she wasn’t interested in him. She had other things to look at.

Rorie Steele: “My favourite part of everything you said was that this match wasn’t about these men of ours. That it was about us… but what do you do? Go and bring them back into it. I’ve done that once now… I’m not about to do it again after this. That’s the difference between us, Gen. I do what I say I will. If I say I’m going to beat you to the ground, I will. If I say I’m keeping this title around my waist, I will. That’s what I do. That’s how I am. But you can’t see that. You’re blind, Genevie. You’re blind to the fact that you’re just not up to par with me.”

She shook her head.

Rorie Steele: “You’re not scared of me? Really? That’s cute. If you weren’t scared of me, you wouldn’t have even brought it up. That’s the thing, sugar… once that comes out of your mouth, the seed is planted. In the back of your mind, it’s there. You won’t see it at first, but then it starts to fester. It starts to grow and rot inside of you. Until one day, it grows too much. The sickness fills your body and all you can think of is that thing you claimed to be unafraid of. You become so focused on that fear that you lose control of yourself. It’s over. You’re done. Your fear has taken over. I… have taken over. Just like I had planned to. It’s too bad, really. I was kind of starting to like you in a way. But now? Now I just want to destroy you.”

She has an intense look on her face. Her eyes flash for a moment, as if anger washed over them. Anger towards Genevie and how weak she actually is.

Rorie Steele: “I will do whatever I have to do to win this match, yes. That’s what I do. That’s how I’ve lived my life. I do whatever I can to make sure that I’m the one that comes out on top. I look out for myself. I am crafty. And my craftiness is what will help me win this match. There’s no ifs, ands, or buts about it. You can’t take me on and expect to win. Not here. And definitely not now. You’re nothing here, Gen. You are worth nothing. You won’t get asses in those seats! I’m the one bringing them in. You act as if these people come here for you… Haven’t you noticed the spike in attendees? That was me, sugar. People hearing that Rorie Fucking Steele was back. I’ve given them everything they wanted to see. I’ve given them the Rorie Steele they want and love. And what do I get in return? The praise. The adoration. Everything I need to keep me coming back to entertain them night after night. I may be a heel… but I’m the best damn heel in the business, sugar.”

Her face went back to a smirk. She raised an arm, showing herself off a bit more.

Rorie Steele: “You’ve been double booked, hm? What kind of problems is that going to give you? None. You’re going against a shitty team that nobody cares about. And you’re teaming with someone even shittier. When you end up losing that match, we’ll see just how pathetic you are. After that, you’ll drag your feet into my ring… and try to take my title away. But you’re going to fail, sweetheart. You’re going to show people exactly why you’re not the champion. You will be let down by your partner and by yourself. You will then realize that you should have been scared. That you should have tried harder. That you should… have listened to me.”

She nodded slightly. She knew she was right. She was always right.  

Rorie Steele: “You rely on useless words and hopes to win this match. But here’s the thing… your hopes and dreams are futile. I wished for a lot of things when I was younger. Wished that people had never left me. But what did those wishes get me? Nothing. I was never satisfied. My wishes were never granted. So I learned to live with that. I learned to make new wishes. I learned how to get what I want. I learned to take what I want. This is where you’re lacking. You haven’t taken a thing. You’ve fought your way to where you are now… but you didn’t take it. And in this business, taking is the only way to win. Take the things you want. But it’s too late for you. You missed your chance. I’ve taken what you want. And I’m not letting it go for the likes of you. You’ll try. But I will come out victorious. I will be the one leaving with the title. And you will be left in the middle of the ring, wishing you had done exactly what I did. And when you go home and get yourself some dick to make yourself feel better, you’ll realize that you couldn’t have possibly done what you hoped. You couldn’t possibly have beaten me.”

Another shake of the head. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Genevie actually beating her.

Rorie Steele: “I am the Queen of BCW. You are part of the sea of my followers. And that’s all you’ll ever be. Below me. You think you’re my equal? You thought you were above me. You were sorely mistaken, Gen. You are the jester. The one for me to laugh at when I please. Nothing more. You are and always will be below me. Soon, I’ll have you on your hands and knees, bowing to me like a fucking animal.”

She put her hand up, a sharp, pointed nail pointing downwards. She moves her hand down, acting out her words. She tilted her head to the side.

Rorie Steele: “Get on your fucking knees, doll. I’ll see you at my show.”

She smirked one last time, watching the camera for a few more seconds. She turned her head to the right, looking back at where Devin had gone earlier. She nodded and stood up, walking to the camera to turn it off. The scene instantly went black.