A woman on TV stands in front of a purple background,obviously created by green screen. She has some really cool (and by cool I meannot fucking cool at all) graphics whizzing by her head. She has a smile on herstupid face and a really tacky lady-suit on. She brings one hand up awkwardlyin frame. Woman: “Have you ever felt insecure?” Rorie is lounging on a black couch in her condo. She iswearing a bra and panties because apparently wearing real clothes isn’t for heranymore. Not even a fucking shirt, Rorie? NOT EVEN A FUCKING SHIRT?? She iswatching her TV, annoyed at how stupid this woman was. But not enough to changethe channel. Rorie Steele: “Fuck no.” Or enough to not answer a person on TV. Woman: “How about worthless?” The woman asks, her hand now resting on her hip in a sassyway. Rorie Steele: “I am worth a fuckload, lady.” Woman: “What about…. Ugly?” Rorie glares at the TV for a moment. Rorie Steele: “Is this bitch…? Are you kidding me? Do youknow who I am??” She was seriously talking to the TV, guys. The woman smilesagain on the screen. Woman: “Well have I got the product for you!” She awkwardly points to the camera, as if at the audience. Woman: “I present the Glamour Stick. This revolutionaryproduct literally cleans the ugliness off of your face. It removes up to 3layers of unneeded skin and clears every pore you may have clogged up. It alsoadds a layer of makeup directly over the removed skin. The patented nanotechnology is what makes this product so special.” Rorie rolled her eyes at the TV. This was the dumbest thingshe had ever heard. Woman: “This products makes you beautiful instantly and hasno side effects. It even works on the worst skin conditions.” The video shows a woman with bad skin on the screen, holdinga stick to her face and dragging it along her skin. In the next shop, her skinis completely clear with photoshop and she has a ton of makeup on. This shitwas a LIE. Woman: “For only 7 easy payments of 72.39 plus shipping andhandling, we will send you not only the Glamour Stick, but this great bookwritten by the creator of the product. “Single Dads” by George Grant can beyours with the Glamour Stick if you call us. And if you call right now, we’llalso add in this sticker for your car with the company logo! It is perfect!” Rorie watched the video in awe. I think it was a seriousinfomercial. Rorie Steele: “I had better order two… Both Faith andNocturna clearly need them. Maybe a Christmas present.” She smiled to herself. She repositioned herself on the couchand flipped to something new to watch. --------------------------------------------- The scene opens up to Rorie steele in a dark room. She issitting on a white chair. This time she’s actually wearing clothing. Anothertight black dress. She has one leg crossed over the other. She drapes her armson the arms of the chair casually. She looks at the camera in front of her. Rorie Steele: “Boys and girls… I am here once again to talkabout these stupid bitches I’m facing this coming Saturday. Because that isjust what you do in these situations. Instead of finding each other and tearingeach other to shreds… we sit around and talk about our opponents for hours.It’s a fucked up thing that we do, you know?” She shook her head. Rorie Steele: “So instead of just shutting you bitches upnow, I have to wait. I have to waste my own fucking time talking about you asif you mean something to me. As if you are worth anything more than pieces oftrash.” She raised a brow, shaking her head. Rorie Steele: “Do neither of you realize just how irrelevantand useless you are? Do you realize how worthless you are to me? I said itbefore… I’ll say it again. The both of you are fucking steps that I’m about tostep over to get to the top. And neither of you will survive it. This is theproblem with you two. You have such high hopes. You feel like you’re going tocome out on top and win. But guess what? You won’t. I am the hammer sent todestroy you both. I have fallen in this shithole and I can to find gold. Andwhen I did, I knew I was going for it. And I knew I would be getting my chancefast. How easy it was to get what I wanted. I used my sexuality to get it… butas I’ve said… I could have been removed last minute. I could have been told I’dget another chance later. But everyone knew what I was capable. And you knowwhat they didn’t want to do? Disappoint YOUR fans. The ones who follow you…They would have been disappointed by not seeing me go up against you. Once Icame, I’ll bet some of your shitty little army fell apart. And I hope for yoursake, Faith… that it wasn’t in the strongest part. Since it is your army thatwins your matches for you each show. Isn’t that right?” She shook her head. Rorie Steele: “And those Whispers? Honey… they were doingmore than whispering that night I got there. Those fuckers were saying MY name.Not whispering… no… They were screaming MY name. Wanting to see more of me.Because I give them what they want. They want sex appeal. They wantentertainment. They want to see someone kick ass. And they knew that personwould be me.” She pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Rorie Steele: “Do you know WHY I keep quiet? WHY I keep tomyself in matches? Because I don’t have time to talk about how I’m going tobeat your asses. I don’t have time to rehash every word I’ve said and repeat it5 times over. I don’t have time to sit here and pretend like I fucking careenough about you to remember who the fuck you even are. Why do you think I goback to things you said before? Because I don’t care what you’ve done before. Idon’t care who you are as a person. I don’t waste my time and read up about youand see what kind of a fighter you are. I’m a fucking brawler, baby. No matterwhat you do, we’re going to have a fight. No matter what you do, I’m going tocome at you and absolutely fucking demolish you. That's MY fucking nature. That's what I was born to do." She puts her hands together for a moment, leaning forward in the chair. Rorie Steele: "It's curious to me... Faith saying she's unimpressed by me and what I brought to the table in my last promo. Why, you ask? Because I feel the exact same way... The thing is, I have good reason. I've never seen a promo from Faith. Because I don't waste my own time watching some stale broad talk about how good she is. What exactly are you good at? I'll answer that for you. Nothing. You're literally good at nothing. You are the most boring individual I have had the misfortune to be up against. And that's saying a lot. Because I've been against some booooooring bitches in my day. Literally everything you said was a repeat of something you said earlier. Be it in another promo or in the same promo you were doing at the time. Clearly you don't realize how fucking infuriating that is. Listening to your drone on about being the best because you're champion. 'I've been a champion for a long time and I'm the best. My Faithful Army helps me oh so much!'" She mimics Faith, rolling her eyes after she finishes. Rorie Steele: "It's fucking pitiful. You could have NOT wasted everyones fucking time and just said 3 words and you'd STILL have been in the same boat as you are now. You're a waste of a champion. That belt is completely wasted on trash like you. I am actually disgusted by how good you THINK you are. It's embarrassing. I'm embarrassed for you. And once I take your precious title... it will no longer be wasted. That title will belong to perfection. That perfection is me. I am the person who would look the best with that title over my shoulder. I'm the one who is more 'Champion material' here. Not you, or Nocturna." She tilts her head to the side, looking at the camera. Rorie Steele: "And speaking of Nocturna. Did anyone hear her radio show interview? No? So it wasn't just me then. Good. Who the fuck do you think you are? Nickelback? How about you stop being the Bayou version of the band that gives my home country a bad name. Because you're doing just that. Giving all of the people in BCW a bad name. I actually heard through the grapevine, who actually goes by the name of Mitch, in this case, that you tried to give him your number. That's fucking cute, darling. Were you trying to pull a Rorie move? Give him the little number slip? It's hilarious, actually. When he told me what you did, we sat there and LAUUUUUUGHED. Funny story... Mitch and I used to fuck. We keep in touch sometimes. He hasn't called you, has he?" She smirks and laughs to herself. Rorie Steele: "And that whole reverse psychology thing doesn't really work, sugar. Trying to pretend you know me. What the fuck do you think you know about me? You don't know a thing. I'm a fucking bad mouthed bitch. I do whatever I want, whenever the fuck I want. That has always been me. You come along and pretend like you know what I'm thinking? Pretend to know how my brain works and why I do what I do? Everything you said about me was a fucking joke. Don't try to use your shitty psychology degree on me. People have tried to figure me out many times. But guess what... it doesn't work. I don't have daddy issues. I'm not obsessed with myself. I'm just fucking amazing. And it is hard for people to deny that. I'm who I am because I was just created into perfection. You, my dear, are clearly intimidated by that. Trying to defame me and call me names. Sugar... I fucking feed off of the things you try to call me. Call me a whore. I own it. Call me a bitch. I'll fucking prove it. Call me a psychopath... Honey, I will fucking show you exactly what that looks like." She leans back in the chair one more time, arms resting beside her again on the chair arms. Rorie Steele: "Either way... neither of you brought much to the table. I've literally blown you both out of the fucking water just by what I've said alone. All that remains now is to pin one of you and claim what will be mine. I plan for it to be Faith I pin. I'd rather beat you for real than take the pussy way out and easily win by pinning Nocturna. How is that proving I'm the best in any way? By pinning the garbage 'talent' you already had booked in this match? That's not the plan... no. I want to stand tall with that title from breaking Faith. I want to tear her to pieces. Rip her apart. This isn't a game. This isn't just a match. This is me letting out my frustrations over having to actually pay attention to the bullshit you both just HAD to spew out of your mouths. I'm over it. I'm completely over it." She rolls her eyes once again, moving around in the chair to get more comfortable. Rorie Steele: "This is my final word on this whole thing. To Faith... your title will soon be mine. And you will NEVER see it again. Nocturna... You may as well get your plans set for your next match.. up against the lowest of the low in order to get your title shot back. I'm about to disappoint the both of you. And sorry... but not sorry. This will be the most fun I've had in years. I can't wait to bash your pretty fucking skulls in." She smirked one last time,standing up from the chair. She starts walking towards the camera, going to the right of it to get off screen. It doesn't move at all, staying on the white chair. A few moments pass, still on the chair. Rorie Steele: "Dude... are you FUCKING kidding me? Turn it off! Let's fucking go!" The scene cuts to black. ----------------------------------- Rorie is once again seen in her home, flipping through channels. She's still half naked. She scoffs and turns off the TV, frustrated by the lack of good entertainment. She gets up from the couch, walking into the kitchen. She swayed her hips as she walked, her body looking as perfect as ever in just lingerie. She gets into the fridge, picking out a beer. She uses an opener that was laying on the counter, popping the bottle open. She takes a long sip, smiling to herself. Rorie Steele: "Mmm.. that tastes amazing." She smirks to herself. She spills a small amount on her chest. She uses her finger to get the small drip off of her skin, licking the liquid off of her finger. Can't waste good beer, guys! She takes another sip, and walks back to the couch. She doesn't sit down, just bends down to grab her phone. Rorie Steele: "This beer reminds me... I need to get laid again. Better call what's his name and get him over here." She smirked, finding a number in her phone and dialling. She makes plans with whoever is on the other line to come over. And get laid was what she would do. Fantastic. But who is "what's his name"? That... you'll never know... until she says it on twitter. Cause she would. The End.
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