The Adventures of Rorie Fucking Steele We bring you the BIG finale of the road to Rorie Steele's BCW title win. Because she's going to win, obvs. This is not the finale in her chronicles... just the beginning, really. In this finale, we dive into how things all started with Rorie. Where she started out in the wrestling world. Why is this relevant, you ask? Because it pertains to a certain individual linking Rorie to the Championess herself. Now... why wasn't this all brought up before? Because all endings must have a huge entertainment value. I can't say others feel the same about this rule, clearly. I also only bring this up because I, the writer, found some evidence of the coming information just recently and needed to make sure the sources were correct. So you have to be asking... what is the information? Well I'll tell it to you... with a flashback. BAM! We're in the year... fuck... I don't even know. It is a long ass time ago. Probably like... 10 years or some shit. Rorie was just a young pup back then. She was so innocent. Just joking. She still totally dressed like a slut. She wore a TON of fishnet back then. Rorie had long red hair that was down to her butt and had the staple "goth" chick look. Black eyes, black lips, a lip ring, even. It was pretty insane. She's clearly learned her lesson in more recent times. She lost MOST of the fishnet and the schoolgirl kilts and swapped them out for tight black dresses that had holes cut into them to show more skin. So Kind of like fishnet in a way. ANYWAY. Rorie was walking down the hall of a fantastic place called BWA. She was probably the coolest chick in that place. She was Rorie, after all. Miss Thing had a bit of a sexy thing going on back then, still. Swaying the hips and all that nonsense. That type of behaviour landed her a couple boyfriends. One being a dude named TJ Goth. Creepy dude... totally stalked her and gave her a necklace. She thought it was cute in her young age and took it. She was dumb at the time... Lesbionest. She also dated another guy later on called Stingmen. He was a special dude. Picture a young HHH.... but with Canary yellow strings for hair, white eyes, and cartoon white pants. Legit... he pretty much looked like someone went on MS Paint and made him on the computer. But for realsies, he was alright. Rorie found him attractive and he was all sweet on her and shit. Sadistic fucker... But he did whatever she wanted. I guess that was when she realized what she was capable of. So she's walking down this hall... and a VERY familiar face comes towards her. And by familiar... I mean it's fucking Eric Craven. Eric. Fucking. Craven. That's right. That dude that Faith Rivers is dating right now? Him. Very him. He was heading towards her, practically making a bee line. Rorie, being the very good girl that she was back then, stopped, not saying a word. Old Ass Eric Craven: "What's up babygirl?" Rorie blinked at him a few times, not saying much. Old Man Eric Craven: "My names... Uhh.. Eric. I've seen you around here quite a bit. Just wanted to... see what you're up to?" Rorie raised a brow at him. Sexual Rorie Steele: "I'm just... walking around. What about you?" Super Old Eric Craven: "You know... hangin'. Chillin'. Whatever kids say these days." Hotness Overload Rorie Steele: "Right... Did you need something? Or...." Eric Is So Effing Old Craven: "Well i've just-.. I just-.. I've noticed you around here. Seen some of your promos. I sort of maybe have... like... a thing for you or something. Wanted to know if you'd like to hang out sometime? You're really pretty and stuff." Bangin' Rorie Steele: "Oh... Ummm... Well thanks for the offer. But I'm actually dating Stingmen... didn't you know that?" Eric frowns slightly. He'd clearly been watching her for a while. Like a big creeper. Geriatric Eric Craven: "I... didn't realize. I also don't know him. But you're really dating him?" Rorie Is The Hottest Ever Steele: "Yeah. We're getting really close. And I am a one man type of girl." WOAH. HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE, GUYS! A one man girl?! Jesus. She was boring back then. She was banging one dude. ONE. And seemed to actually like him. And not use him totally for things. The fuck is this? Eric sighs a bit. He's let down. She puts her hand on his arm, smiling at him. He almost dies from her touch. Rorie Currently Isn't A Slut Steele: "I'm really sorry. I would have loved to if I wasn't with Stingmen. But we're together. And I know he'd get mad, even just as friends." She shrugs her shoulders. Eric has a sad look on his face. He's at a loss for words. Truly devastated. Rorie Hopes You Have a Nice Day Steele: "Look... I'll see you later, maybe. I have to get going. Stingmen is probably looking for me. It was nice meeting you, Eric. My name is Rorie, by the way." She smiled sweetly at him, turning away. She shakes her cute little butt as she walks. Eric watches, longing for her. Father Time Eric Craven: "I'll always regret not having that girl. I should have talked to her when she first came here... Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" He walks away, sulking. Possibly crying. Not sure. Don't really care. Either way, he was very upset by the events. And there you have it, folks. Rorie Steele and Eric Craven knew each other. THEY KNEW EACH OTHER. Now. Let's get to more pressing matters, hmm? --------------------------- Present Day - Rorie is walking on some beach. I don't know where. She's just there. In front of her, Camera Man Steve or whatever his name is, is filming. He's awkwardly stepping on weird sand patches, tripping all over the place. The camera is shaky as hell. Rorie is holding onto a pair of flip flops, her feet bare on the sand. She has on a pair of black short shorts and a bikini top. She was clearly taking in some rays. It is one of the few last warmish days with sun. And she could take the cooler air that came with it being November. She watched the camera dude, rolling her eyes at how bad he was at his job. But she still kept him around. Because he was stupid enough to do things for her. Rorie Steele: "You know... I thought I was done hearing from these fucking bitches. I thought they had nothing left to say. But once again, here comes Faith fucking Rivers to the rescue! Here to make our ears bleed and our brains cease to function. Once agains, you've come out with the same old bullshit you've been saying the whole time. The SAME. You think it isn't the same? You can only say "I'm the champion, so I'm going to win" in so many different ways. You're not clever. You haven't made any kind of impact with what you came out with. Just the same old bullshit I hear from everyone. Both you and Nocturna... pretending to know who I am. Thinking you'll get to me in some way. You haven't gotten to me. You've just made me want to take your title even more." She smiles sweetly at the camera. Rorie Steele: "You think what I'm doing is complaining? Sugar you clearly aren't aware of what a complaint is. What I'm doing... is showing the world who you really are. A sad, pathetic, boring human being that is putting shame to the title she holds. That title you hold looks terrible on you, sugar. Like... extremely terrible." She brings a hand up, sticking a finger into her mouth, feigning throwing up. Rorie Steele: "Having to look at you is making me feel ill. You call myself and Nocturna dumber than a blonde? My god, woman! You clearly aren't actually listening to yourself. I never claimed to never see one of your promos you've done this week. What I said... was I'd never seen ones from your past. I never watched your promos for other matches or any of your other matches at all. Because you're that insignificant to me. I comment on SOME of the things you say because I have nothing else to go off of. All I have are minutes I've wasted having to look at you. You're right, Faith. it DOES only take seconds for you to lose that title. And that's exactly what will happen. You will lose that title and it will be by my hand. Like I said, I will do everything in my power to make sure it is YOU I'm pinning to the mat for that victory." She smirks. Her phone suddenly chimes. She pulls it from the side of her chest, where it was stuck between her skin and the bikini top, held in place. She reads a text message. She bites her lip for a moment, then quickly responds. She puts the phone back in place. She ignores what just happened. Rorie Steele: "Can't leave Nocturna out of this promo here. I have nothing to say to you, sweetheart. Nothing I've already said. You're honestly not even worth my fucking time. I won't waste any more of my time on you." Her phone goes off again. She grabs it a second time. The message is from a different person. She let's out a deep, pleased sigh. She responds again. She looks back up at the camera. Rorie Steele: "Oh... and Faith... You should probably talk to your boyfriend about his time in BCW. It's funny... I practically erased those memories from my mind. But then.. I found this old tape. On it... was your adorable boyfriend Eric. And... Oh my gosh.... I was there too! Isn't that funny? And you know what happened? Your little Cravey-poo had a little crush on me. And by little... I mean he practically fucking CRIED. But I'll let you talk to him about that. If I remember correctly.. He said something along the lines of... he'd always regret not being able to have me... some shit like that. You should ask him if that's still the case. Just for funsies. To be honest... I wouldn't blame him if he felt the same. I'm fucking amazing to this day. He'll either tell you... or deny the whole thing. Maybe even deny the regret too.. But we'll see how that plays out. Maybe I can get him to admit to something at a later date." She winked at the camera. With perfect timing, her phone goes off two more times. She grabs it the last time. She reads both messages, each from the separate people that had texted before. She smirks to herself as she reads them. She finally looks up, ignoring the texts for a moment. Rorie Steele: "You know what? I'm fucking done talking. I've said everything I need to. I've made my case... which was the best of all three of us, I must say. But now.. I'm done. I've got two men here looking to spend some quality time with me. I'd rather go get fucked right now than walk here and talk about you two whores. Who wouldn't want that anyways. Especially going on the fact that both men are hot as fuck and are completely out of both of your leagues. These men are 10's. The most Nocturna will get is a 3. Faith... You're sitting at a 5. Lucky you. Not even half the man these two are, though. Go fuck yourselves. I'll see you bitches tonight when I take that fucking belt. I'll get my pre-workout in and then beat you bitches... then... I'll have a celebratory "work-out" for my new title. See you soon, twats." She laughed at the camera. The scene fades as Rorie takes out her phone, looking at the texts again. Rorie Steele: "Oooh... who to choose..." And Scene.
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