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Date Posted：07/24/2016 16:07 PMCopy HTML
The scene opens up to a kitchen. Nothing special, really. The countertops were black marble and the cabinets an off white colour. The walls were painted apple red, but it wasn’t overbearing. The kitchen was quite large with an island in the center. It obviously belonged to a rather wealthy person. The camera panned down for a moment, showing a person on the ground. It was a man dressed in black boxers and a ball gag around his mouth. He was likely in his 30s, just a regular guy. He looked to be scrubbing the floors. His head popped up as high-heeled footsteps were heard coming towards the kitchen. Enter stage right with Rorie Steele. She was wearing a black bra and an under bust corset with a patent leather mini skirt. A garter belt held up the lacey thigh highs she wore. On her feet was a pair of extremely high platform heels. Her hair was left down on her shoulders, curled perfectly. She held a small whip in her hand, gently tapping it against her thigh.
Rorie Steele: “Have you finished with the floors, Sami?”
Rorie looked down at the man, her head tilting to the side. Sami kept his eyes on Rorie. He couldn’t say anything, so he just shook his head a bit, flinching away as he did it.
Rorie Steele: “Sami… I told you to have it finished before I returned. Have you been doing something naughty?”
Sami put his head further down, avoiding eye contact.
Rorie Steele: “Sami… look at me.”
He looked back at her, his eyes looking sad as if he was frowning. Rorie walked to the front of him, using her whip to lift his chin.
Rorie Steele: “Stand up.”
He did as she asked, standing in front of her. He was much larger than her, very strong. He could easily take care of himself, but he somehow got stuck in this situation. Rorie moved quickly, hand shooting up to his throat. She pushed him back against a counter, holding his neck tightly. His eyes closed, almost as if he was enjoying her having control.
Rorie Steele: “Now Sami… you know my expectations. And what I’m seeing here… is that you’re just stomping all over them. Spitting on what I ask of you. This is unacceptable. Punishment is in order now.”
Sami shook his head, nervous. Rorie let him go for a moment, staying in front of him.
Rorie Steele: “Get back on your hands and knees.”
He did as she asked. She got beside him, placing a heel on his back, digging it into his skin. He made a pained noise, but stayed mostly still. She then got the whip ready for him. She let loose, cracking the object against the backs of his thighs. The sound was sickly, in a sense. She smirked, looking up at the camera.
Rorie Steele: “I’ll bet you’re wondering what is going on here, hm? Well… let me give you a bit of info. Sometimes… I like to get paid for services. No, not the ones people speculate I do. This is a little different. You see… Sami here is a client. He pays me to treat him like a dog. Like a slave. I get him to do anything I want and he obeys. No questions, nothing. I tell him to clean the floors with a toothbrush? He does it. No problem. I ask him to get on his knees and kiss my feet, he does it. It’s as simple as that. No wonder I was so good at that slave thing with Riddle, huh?”
She smirked, moving her foot from Sami’s side. She made him stay where he was.
Rorie Steele: “Finish the floors.”
She jumped up on the counter, sitting down and facing the camera.
Rorie Steele: “I am known in this world as a ‘dom’. Sami is a ‘sub’. Dominant and submissive. I am superior to him in every way. Interestingly enough, Sami is actually a VP in a very well known company. In every day life, he’s like a dom, telling everyone what to do. But in private, he enjoys being told what to do. It… gets him off. There’s no sex involved. Sami can do as he pleases after I leave. But while I’m here, he’s not to do anything I don’t approve of. And that’s what he likes.”
She looks down at Sami, who is still scrubbing his floors. She smirks.
Rorie Steele: “And for me… it lets me practice my ‘queen’ status. Since that’s what I am. Sami and I are kind of the same in a sense. In the business world, we are superiors. But behind closed doors, we enjoy being told what to do. For this portion of my life, my second job, I keep that superiority. Which also translates to my first job. In wrestling, I am a dom. I am the woman who is going to make people bow down for me. Show them that they are just submissive little roaches waiting for me to tell them what they should be doing. And, as if it were my job to do so, I will take over and make them do what I say. Because that’s just what I do.”
Rorie gets off the counter, going in front of Sami. She raises a foot, bringing his chin up with the toe of her heels so he is looking at her.
Rorie Steele: “Get up. I have a new job for you.”
Sami nodded and quickly jumped up from the floor. Rorie attached a leash that had been sitting on the counter to the collar around his neck. She pulled him behind her, walking to the next room. She paused, turning to face him. She raised a hand, palm up, as if signally for a dog to sit without words. Sami dropped to his knees in front of her. She flipped her hand so her palm was down. He bowed in front of her.
Rorie Steele: “Stay.”
She looked back at the camera as she raised a foot, placing it between his shoulder blades to keep him down.
Rorie Steele: “This… is how I see all of my opponents this week. Pathetic little twats that will bow to me by the end of the night. Pathetic like Sami here. After I toss them out of the ring, they will bow from the floor, disappointed by how terrible they all are. And by how they can’t even last in the ring with me. It’ll be interesting to see who ends up being the last person I eliminate. Because… myself and everyone else in this place knows damn well that I’ll be coming out of this match as a winner. Guaranteed.”
Rorie smirked and moved her foot off of Sami’s back. A shoe print was left there, mostly from the thin heel of her shoes.
Rorie Steele: “Come Sami. We’re going downstairs.”
Sami’s eyes lit up as Rorie led him to a door to the basement.
Rorie Steele: “This isn’t going to be some war. This isn’t going to be me against the Persians in the Battle of Thermopylae. It’s not going to be some kind of underdog match. This will be like every time the Romans won a war. The longest lasting and best empire in all of ancient times. I am like them. Defending my ring against the other empires around me. The other empires that will fall from their own forms of grace. Grace that they think they have. Where as I was given mine. That is the difference here. I will walk into my ring and defend it. In the end… I will be the last woman standing. Success. Do you expect any different?”
Rorie leads Sami into a room near the back of the furnished basement. Inside was a ton of bondage equipment. Swings, crosses, chains, ropes, anything you could think of. All perfectly in its own place. Rorie led Sami to the middle of the room. She removed the leash, tossing it to a corner of the room. She walked behind him, grabbing black rope that was hanging from the wall. She came up behind Sami, running a pointed nail down his spine. He instantly put his arms behind him. Rorie smirked, starting to tie his hands with the rope.
Rorie Steele: “Do you see how Sami obeys? How he knows exactly what I want him to do without saying a word? That is why I’m so amazing at what I do. You teach your sub little things. They learn quickly. Avoid punishment that they don’t enjoy. I’ve had many people forget these tricks just once. The punishment is enough for them to never forget again. Sami here knows every signal. By heart. Because Sami knows if he doesn’t do what I want, his punishments are extreme.”
Rorie continues to wrap rope around his hands and then begins to bring the rope to the front of his body, creating a design in the knots on his chest and back.
Rorie Steele: “I plan to keep this mentality for this match. If any of these women get in my way and don’t read me, I will do to them exactly what I do to Sami when he misbehaves. I won’t say what… but just know that you won’t like it. Sami is a strong man. And if he goes out of his way to avoid punishment, you may want to consider doing the same.”
Rorie smirks at the camera, continuing her work.
Rorie Steele: “So let’s go through these women, hmm? We’ll start with Christy Chaos. Charismatic Christy. Cute. I hear she’s extremely full of herself. Thinks she’s amazing. Honey… I can guaran-fucking-tee that you don’t even come close to the level of arrogance I ooze. You think you’re amazing? You think you’re a winner? Sugar… you’ve got fucking nothing in comparison to me. You’re coming here blind. You think you’ve done well in other places? You think all the titles you’ve won are impressive? That those prove your worth? I don’t think so. You’re coming into MY new home. MY ring. You’re nothing here as of right now. You’re a speck on my Manolo’s. To be quite honest… you’ve basically already ruined a good pair of shoes and we haven’t even met yet. But don’t worry. I can get a new pair.”
Rorie tightened a couple of the ropes with some extra force, causing Sami to wince slightly. Rorie glared at the back of his head. She pressed her nails against his shoulder blade, digging her nails into his skin. This time, he didn’t make a sound. His eyebrows just furrowed slightly. Rorie smiled.
Rorie Steele: “The punky chick act is completely overdone. You haven’t noticed? Emo is soooo ten years ago, doll. You look fucking stupid. But I’ll give you this… the green you’ve had in your hair goes really well with the teenage acne and grease you clearly enjoy. Is this a punk movement? Maybe feminist? Do you shave, or is that conforming to the man for you? Moving on… Alexis Terry. I don’t even know what to say about this. She’s a fucking drug addict. Do we not screen talent in 4CW? I mean… smoking weed is one thing… Everyone takes a few tokes here and there. But it seems like you do every drug in the book. I guess knocking you out of the ring will be easy, though. Just pic up the strung out drug addict and toss her over the ropes and onto her ass. Easy fucking enough. But honestly… Your past title holdings are as impressive as Christy’s. AKA… not impressive at all. I don’t give a fuck. You could have the World Record for blowing bubbles out of your cunt and I STILL wouldn’t care. But whatever floats your boat. I can’t wait to throw you out of the ring like Miss Trunchbull from Matilda.”
Rorie smiles, finishing the last knot. The intricate design on Sami’s body with rope was actually really pleasing to the eye. Rorie’s hand shot up, pointing towards a metal cage in the corner of the room. Sami walked slowly towards it, walking inside.
Rorie Steele: “Now Kat Jones I am familiar with. Kat was in BCW with me. We never met in the ring to fight one another, but we knew who the other was. Kat always impressed me… to an extent. She was going after some pretty high titles… but the thing is… she was always just going after them. Nothing more. She could never really grasp anything. Could never hold on to anything. Kat has that frustration in the ring thing going for her. More than I’ve even had myself. It’s like being raised in a gutter means you instantly need to get road rage even outside of a car. Just permanently angry. And don’t let me forget about her being the sister of almost EVERY male wrestler out there.”
Rorie pauses, closing the door behind Sami, who stands in the cage now. She places a padlock on the door, locking him inside. She grabs a stick near the cage and holds it in her hand.
Rorie Steele: “It’s as if Kat needs to get as close as she can to any male out there. And the only way she can feel connected to them and claim them is by calling them brother. Even when they want nothing to do with her. Take Erron for example. I’m pretty sure the guy hates her guts. But time and time again, she calls him brother and posts awkward selfies with the two of them. Plus… Perry calls her a daughter. And that’s gross enough. He totally wants to bang his own “daughter”. Ugh. That stuff aside, it’ll be a pleasure to meet with Kat in the ring finally. And also to toss her ass over the top rope. That will be the best part.”
Rorie starts shoving the stick inside of the cage, poking hard at Sami. He doesn’t make any sound. His body simply reacts to the poking she does.
Rorie Steele: “And lastly… we have Lyza Reyes. The only ‘good girl’ in this match. At this point, she’s the only person I need to worry about, since she’s the only one so far to open her trap for this match. But here’s the problem with a good girl… You step into the ring with a bunch of girls that are ready to tear out your throat, you’re quickly going to look like the sheep. And I will tell you now… the sheep ALWAYS has their throats ripped out. I hope you wear red, sugar. I’d hate to ruin a perfectly white outfit.”
She pokes at Sami a few more times before switching to a different tool. A cat o’ nine tails. She gently smacks the ‘tails’ on her palm, looking at the camera. Behind her, Sami’s eyes widen.
Rorie Steele: “You see, Lyza… just because you said some nice words towards me… doesn’t mean I’m going to be lenient on you. I’m going to be just as ruthless towards you as I am to all of these other twats. I am going to punish you for simply THINKING you have a chance of winning this match. You don’t have a chance in fucking hell. You have more chance of dying in some freak accident than you do winning this match. You see this whip I hold here? It’s a cat o’ nine tails. This can be an extremely damaging whip if used correctly. Sami will soon feel its wrath. But why am I bringing it up? Cat’s leave some of the most beautiful welts with the multiple tips. Nine ends, each hitting the skin, sometimes drawing blood. This is like the match we’ll be meeting in. Each of us an end, hitting skin at different points, leaving our marks. But I see things a bit different. I see myself as the one controlling the cat. The one whipping you four women, bringing you down to your knees. Punishment in front of your fans. Just like Jesus Christ before he was nailed to the cross. You have been found guilty of being inferior. I am Pontius Pilot… and I am here to serve you punishment.”
Rorie goes to unlock the cage, pulling Sami out by grabbing the ropes on his chest. She pushes him to a wall nearby. He pressing his chest against it, bracing himself. Rorie raises her arm behind Sami and turns her head to the camera.
Rorie Steele: “Now get the fuck out. We have some business to take care of.”
The scene cuts to black just before the final piece of audio comes through. A loud crack of the whip. |
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