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Date Posted：07/24/2016 15:33 PMCopy HTML
‘Meet me at my place. We have a few things to discuss.’
Rorie stared at her phone just after leaving the restaurant she had met her old acquaintance Nicky Dreamboat in. She rolled her eyes. After that ‘lunch’, she wasn’t sure she would be ready to deal with any of Cyrus’ bullshit ‘discussions’. Usually anything he said to her would bore the shit out of her or she’d tune him out. She assumed this would be the same. And with how her mood was right now, she didn’t think she would be able to listen to him without breaking his face.
She sighed and got into the limo waiting for her outside. As she stepped into the door held open for her, she gave a single nod to the driver.
Rorie Steele: “Bring me to Cyrus’...”
The driver got her to Cyrus’ quickly. She stepped out of the limo and headed into the building, yelling back to the driver.
Rorie Steele: “I’ll send a text when I’m ready.”
She walked into the building and made her way up to Cyrus’ floor. She walked up to his door and knocked once, opening the door afterwards.
Rorie Steele: “Cyrus?”
Cyrus Riddle: “I’m in the living room!”
Cyrus yelled out, but quickly made his way to her anyway, deciding to be a gracious host instead of a rude asshole.
Cyrus Riddle: “Want me to take your jacket?”
She let the leather jacket she wore slide off of her shoulders and into her hands, bringing it around to hand it to him in one swoop. She moved fluidly. Sensually. It was the only way she knew how, really.
Rorie Steele: “Thanks.”
Cyrus nodded and promptly placed her leather jacket on the hanger near the door, making sure to be delicate with it. Afterwards he motioned toward the living room with a smile and let her lead the way.
Cyrus Riddle: “I appreciate you coming by.”
Rorie Steele: “Not a problem… what did you want?”
As they both made their way into the room and sat on the couch with a bit of distance between them, Cyrus turned toward to her to speak.
Cyrus Riddle: “Well, first, I wanted to thank you for being my partner in the tag match. It means a lot to me, and you know that.”
Rorie Steele: “Yeah… I know, Cyrus. You’ve mentioned that a few times. Like hitting repeat on a shitty youtube video. But I get it. And you’re welcome, or whatever.”
She looked down at her nails for a moment, as if she was bored. She was doing it more out of habit, however. Cyrus noticed, but tried not to let it bother him.
Cyrus Riddle: “Thanks… I guess. Anyway, also wanted to know what you wanted to do in the downtime that we have. We have a show off, so is there anything you wanted to work on before we have legit contenders?”
Rorie Steele: “I honestly haven’t thought about it. I just kind of… Go into things. Don’t put much thought in.”
He laughed, thinking to himself before speaking.
Cyrus Riddle: “Yeah, that’s how we got properly acquainted… and how you learned how to fail at blackmail.”
With the mention of the word ‘blackmail’, Rorie’s head shot up. Her face changed. Wheels were turning. Realization. The bored, bitchy look she normally has changing into something darker. Anger. Seething hate. She glared at Cyrus, her body slightly pushing back in the couch. As if she’s about to pounce.
Rorie Steele: “Blackmail…”
The words come out like knives. She stands up quickly, taking a step back from her partner.
Rorie Steele: “I need to go.”
Cyrus looked at her in bewilderment. His seemingly harmless joke obviously hit a spot in her that was quite sensitive.
Cyrus Riddle: “Why? What’s wrong? Was only a joke.”
Rorie Steele: “What’s wrong? What’s fucking wrong? Are you kidding me? You have EMBARRASSED me. You’ve made a fucking JOKE out of me.”
Her eyes cut into him.
Rorie Steele: “My stupid mistake lead me to all this. All this fucking bullshit. Over something so fucking stupid. Something so WORTHLESS.”
Cyrus stood up, but remained distant from her so that he wouldn’t risk any physicality.
Cyrus Riddle: “And you wouldn’t have done the same to me?”
Rorie Steele: “I WAS doing the same to you. I was going to treat you like a fucking pet. But I was stupid enough to get the tables turned on me. Over him… Over THAT.”
Cyrus Riddle: “Why do I sense something behind this?”
Rorie Steele: “I went to see the subject of your fucking blackmail. The thing you’ve been holding over my fucking head. And I realized something. The very thing you held over me… was nothing. I let this happen over NOTHING.”
She clenched her teeth, anger rising. Cyrus didn’t mean to, but he laughed slightly.
Cyrus Riddle: “So that’s my problem now? You’re mad at me over your fuck up?”
Rorie Steele: “I’m mad at you for using something that shouldn’t have even been something in the first place. And mad at myself for letting that even happen. You shouldn’t have had a THING to use against me.”
He shrugged.
Cyrus Riddle: “Well, honestly, you should have picked someone less intelligent to fuck with. Nobody fucks with me, and this right here is why. You wanted to play a game with someone better prepared than you were at the time, and now that you see my play was more a bluff move, you’re pissed off. Congratulations, Rorie, you’ve learned a valuable lesson.”
Rorie Steele: “Fuck you, Cyrus.”
She had been slowly inching towards him the whole time. He hadn’t noticed, really. He was in reach. Her arm quickly shot out, pushing him hard in the center of the chest. Cyrus looked away for a moment, then glared at her.
Cyrus Riddle: “Don’t push me, Rorie.”
Rorie Steele: “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”
She pushed him again, this time on the shoulder.
Rorie Steele: “You know the fucking funny thing? You’re little bullshit blackmail piece was over me being in ‘love’. I’ve never even felt that. You know what it was? I was fucking SCARED that that’s what it was. I’m admitting that I was fucking scared.”
She clenched her teeth again.
Rorie Steele: “But it wasn’t love I was feeling to him. I was feeling… something towards him… But not him. The IDEA of him. I wanted someone like him. I wanted something like what we had. I enjoyed him being around. But love? I realize now that that wasn’t even close to what I felt. I haven’t felt love in a long fucking time.”
Cyrus Riddle: “Sounds like a personal problem then, yeah? Sounds to me that your only problem is that I exposed a part of yourself that you are running from. You don’t like to be scared… and as much as you don’t want to admit it… alone. You crave attention and for people to think you are brave all the time. You can’t stand that I made you feel a bit more human than what you wish for.”
Cyrus held his arms open.
Cyrus Riddle: “So, if that’s what makes you want to take a shot, then go ahead. But, if you ask me, The Rorie who has an ounce of feeling to her is ten times the person and competitor than the one standing in front of me right now acting like a raging twat.”
Rorie said and did nothing for a moment. Surely Cyrus expected her to attack him, but she didn’t. She crossed her arms over her chest, deep in thought. She turned her eyes up to him.
Rorie Steele: “What I want is for you to stop making a fool out of me. Stop acting like you own me. We need to make a truce. What I did was… shitty.”
She paused, finding it hard to admit to that.
Rorie Steele: “But it is the past. The things I did for you recently weren’t because I am just a slave to you. Ryker… The titles… My actions weren’t forced in those. As much of a fucking bitch as I am outwardly… I actually do see you as a friend. Sort of. A shitty one, right now, but one anyways. I’m tired of people looking at me like I’m fucking pathetic. I used to be a fucking force in wrestling. This? This is fucking bullshit.”
Cyrus didn’t speak. Instead, he put one hand in his pocket and the other ran over his head for a moment. After taking a deep breath, he spoke.
Cyrus Riddle: “You don’t think I can see that already? You think I am blind, or am absent of feeling?”
Rorie Steele: “What I see is you treating me like an animal and others treating me the same. I’m the fucking laughing stock of 4CW. Of wrestling in general.”
Cyrus Riddle: “Yeah, I’m aware of that… and every fucking day… it actually bothers me.”
He looked at Rorie with sincerity.
Cyrus Riddle: “I don’t like how you are disrespected, picked at, and made to look. You want the truth? I’ve been playing my role for a long time just waiting for a sign that you may be able to put this stupid shit past us. I just wanted to see that you actually regretted what you tried to do. The entire time, I’ve felt guilty. The only problem we have right now, is that you were too quick to jump down my throat instead of letting me finish.”
Rorie Steele: “Letting you finish what?”
Cyrus reached into his back pocket and retrieved a piece of paper, which he handed to Rorie.
Cyrus Riddle: “Letting me finish why I brought you here.”
She looked from him to the paper she held. She skimmed it and looked back at him.
Rorie Steele: “What is this?”
Cyrus Riddle: “I’m tired of this slave rubbish. Truthfully… I’ve come to care about you more than I wanted to, and that’s not going to let me be like I have been to you. So, that list is the comprehensive, Cyrus Riddle written list of every woman I have slept with in this business. You know, the original piece of blackmail that you had, although it was inaccurate. Oddly enough, I’ve come to understand you a bit, and that allows me to give you that in hopes that you see how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me. I can see through the bullshit, whether or not you believe I can. I’m a man of detail, you give away things with subtle indications.”
Rorie looked back down at the paper as she listened to his words. At the end, a smirk slowly grew on her face. Something… bad. Her eyes turned up to him, with her head still down slightly towards the paper. She looked beyond evil.
Rorie Steele: “Thank you… Cyrus Riddle…”
She tilted her head up towards him, seeing what seemed to be a look of hurt on his face. Or was it panic? Either way… she didn’t care. She licked her lips quickly.
And then she ripped the paper apart. She tore it into tiny pieces, dropping the bright white paper to the floor. Her look got softer, a small sigh coming from her as she dropped her shoulders.
Rorie Steele: “We’re partners now, Cyrus. The games are over between us, Sugar.”
She held out a hand towards him.
Rorie Steele: “I call a truce.”
Cyrus nodded his head, very much relieved after the suspense she quickly created. He stepped closer to Rorie and took her hand gently, but held it up between the two of them.
Cyrus Riddle: “You have your truce, and I now have a less guilty day to day life. If you only knew how difficult this has been for me as well… let’s just say I’ve had to remain very disciplined through it.”
Rorie Steele: “Hmm. Well just remember. If you fuck with me ever again, I will make it impossible for you to EVER pleasure your girlfriend again. In any way. Cool?”
She smiled sweetly at him. He returned the expression, adding in a kiss on her forehead.
Cyrus Riddle: “Agreed… and if you try it with me again, I’ll tell Jett Wilder every little wondrous trick you know how to do in detail so that he latches onto you like a squirrel with its only nut.”
Rorie Steele: “Then we’re fucking settled. Now let’s be real Tag Champions now, huh? Oh… and no more stupid costumes in the ring.”
Cyrus Riddle: “Wear what you want, I can’t tell you what to do anymore. All I can suggest is that the less you have on, the better, yeah?”
He laughed, throwing her a wink.
Rorie Steele: “Cyrus… That’s always been the fucking plan.”
She tapped his cheek gently.
Rorie Steele: “Anyways… Can I go now? I have some… rides… to check out.”
Cyrus Riddle: “Yeah, go on, I know what that means. Get up with me as soon as you can, so we can get some details hashed out. It’d be nice to at least train a bit more together, so I can get a feel of you in the ring more.”
Rorie Steele: “That sounds dirty. I like it. But I’ll meet you tomorrow morning for the first session. I’ll text you the address later. Bring Ryker along. I think you need to show her a bit more of our world.”
Cyrus looked at her a bit curious, but shrugged.
Cyrus Riddle: “Yeah, sure thing, I’ll have her come along with me. Good idea. I’ll definitely be looking forward to the text.”
Rorie nodded quickly before turning away, heading for the door. She pulled out her phone and sent a text to her driver. She grabbed her coat and threw it on, leaving Cyrus’ place. |
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