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Date Posted：07/24/2016 16:37 PMCopy HTML
“You did WHAT?”
Rorie’s voice cracks through the darkness of the screen. Her face comes into view, anger over her features. She is sitting in her limo, glaring at her cameraman. He get’s nervous, unsure of what to say.
Cameraboy Steve: “I… uhh… I kept the kitten. I gave it to my girlfriend.”
Rorie: “Did I fucking say that was okay, Phillip?”
‘Phillip’: “Well, I mean… no…”
Rorie: “So you go and do some bullshit like keep it? And gave it to some cunt you’re sticking your pencil dick into? Why do I even pay for you with someone elses money if you just do whatever the fuck you want? You’re here to do what I want.”
‘Phillip’: “Right. Yeah... I’m sorry, Rorie.“
Rorie: “If I find out you didn’t go home tonight and drown that kitten, I’m going to cut out your testicles. Sound good?”
‘Phillip’ nodded so hard that it seemed like his head would fall off. Of course he wouldn’t do that. Because he’s a fucking pansy-ass bitch. But he knew never to talk about the kitten again. Rorie looked out the window, instantly forgetting what they had been talking about.
Rorie: “Craig… I need you to tell me something. How do you feel when you’re around me? Be honest.”
‘Phillip’ accepted his new name. But he wasn’t sure what to say. He never knew what to say.
‘Craig’: “Err… I uh… Well… I get nervous.”
Rorie: “Nervous? Why?”
‘Craig’: “You’re really intimidating. And… Kind of… mean…?”
Rorie’s eyes shot over to him. She glared at him for a moment, and then shrugged it off.
Rorie: “Yeah that makes sense. Anything else?”
‘Craig’: “Honestly? You scare me a little bit.”
Rorie sighed, a small smile creeping over her lips.
Rorie: “That is what I was going for.”
She looked back out the window for a moment. She read the names of the stores they passed. After a few seconds longer, she turned her head back to ‘Craig’.
Rorie: “You know what, Jim? I think we need to make a stop.”
She turned her attention to the front of the limo, pressing a button above her. Her voice rose slightly.
Rorie: “Nathan! Stop here. This place is perfect…”
The limo pulled into a small parking lot. It finally stopped and Rorie waited for her door to be opened for her. She stepped out, looking around at her surroundings. She pulled sunglasses from her purse and put them over her eyes, shielding herself from the sun. They had stopped at a small park, kids running around everywhere. The camera guy looked around, already unsure of what would happen. Everyone knew Rorie’s feelings about kids.
The limo driver got back into the car to wait. Rorie and ‘Craig’… or was it Jim? Either way… they walked closer to the park, looking at the play set. Rorie was already starting to get agitated. All these ugly little humans. She turned to camera boy.
Rorie: “Hurry up and start. I’m already over this whole thing.”
He nodded, lifting the camera up and beginning to film. Rorie began to walk around the perimeter of the playground, starting to talk.
Rorie: “Honestly, Kat. You’re so daring and courageous. Sitting with snakes, playing with them. Terrifying. Fucking terrifying. I feel scared to step in the ring with you. I am shaking in my boots. You are too scary for me, Kat. I may just step out of the match. I can’t handle this.”
Rorie raised a brow for a moment.
Rorie: “Or not. Did you really think that would make some kind of fucking impact on me? Did you think I’d be impressed by a couple snakes? What did you do, get a wrangler to bring them over just for your promo? De-venomed so they can’t harm you in any way. Venomoid’s. Like the eunuch’s of the reptilian kingdom. It’s like you, Kat. Lacking the venom in your words. There’s nothing there. Just the monotone bullshit you come up with all the time. I get headaches from your boring voice.”
Rorie smiled sweetly at the camera. She continues to walk around the park, avoiding the small children at all costs.
Rorie: “Why am I better than you? Oh Kat... I’m not going to use something as trivial as your lack of fashion sense to claim my being better. That would just be silly. I don’t care about your wardrobe. I just like to remind you that you look fucking stupid all the time. No… I’m better than you because I have actual stage presence. I belong in the ring. I belong on camera. I’m fucking interesting. Which is clear, since it’s pretty common for people to talk about me even when I’m not part of a conversation. Ask your ‘brother’ Erron. I’m constantly on his mind. He talks about me to people who I don’t even know. Does he ever talk about you like that, Kat? Does he ever talk about Kat Jones? No… because you’re just not worth the breath. He’d rather pretend you don’t exist, I’m sure. Why do you think he get’s so angry when you post pics of you together on twitter? He’s ashamed. Ashamed to be seen with you. You even named your dog after him. Pathetic.”
Rorie laughed. Just as she did, a small kid tripped in front of her. It looked as if she was laughing at the now crying child on the floor. Honestly, she kind of was. The mother ran over, picking up her child. She glared at Rorie for a moment before scooting off. Rorie made a disgusted face and continued.
Rorie: “Oh… I’m sorry, Kitty Kat. I forgot that you haven’t realized yet that people don’t even like you. The only ‘friends’ you have are there for the food you cook for them. They’re only there when they need something from you. That’s obvious. Other than your steroid-infused sugar mama that you hang around with. She probably just wants to stick her strap-on up your cunt so she can claim you as her own.”
A woman next to Rorie gasped, covering her child’s ears.
Woman: “You’re filthy!”
Rorie’s head shot towards the woman.
Rorie: “And you’re fucking disgusting. Don’t interrupt me.”
The woman put a hand up to her mouth and stood up, walking away with her kid in tow. Rorie turned her attention back to the camera.
Rorie: “But this isn’t a popularity contest, you know? This is a contest based on our skills in the ring. Yeah... I’m sure you’re decent in the ring. You wouldn’t have been signed here if you weren’t. But here’s another reason why I’m better than you. My skill in the ring exceeds yours. You have nothing against me, sugar. You are just another female looking to be the best. Go face some actual decent talent and then come back and talk to me. I promise… you’ll realize quickly that you’re not even in my fucking league. Not even fucking close.”
Rorie got sidetracked for a second when a child came crashing against her legs. She stopped walking, glaring down at the kid. The little girl smiled up at her.
Little Girl: “Hi. You’re pretty.”
Rorie: “I know. Go away.”
Little Girl: “What are you doing?”
Rorie: “What the fuck does it look like?”
Little Girl: “That’s a dirty word. You shouldn’t use those.”
Rorie smirked and got down on a knee. She was more the height of the girl now.
Rorie: “You’re right. I’m sorry. You know what? Let me tell you a new word. It’s a good word that kids can’t use yet. Parents try to keep it all to themselves. But you’re a big girl, right?”
The little girl nodded, smiling.
Rorie: “Okay… this word means that you love your mommy. All you have to do is go up to mommy and say… ‘Mommy! You’re a cunt!’ She’ll be so happy you said it. So proud of you for learning the best word out there. You think you can do that?”
The little girl nodded again, running off towards her mother.
Rorie: “You see, Kat. You’re like a child in this place. You’re trying to impress everyone around you by acting all tough. You’re trying to make yourself seem relevant. Trying to gain some kind of ranking in this place. But you have no rank. You will forever be a child in this place. You will forever be the person people only talk to to get directions to the food cart. That’s all you’re worth. That’s all you’re good for. You think you could handle that, Kat? You think you could actually meet expectations? Because I don’t. I think you’ll fail. And this failure will live with you. It will follow you to your fucking grave. Keep trying to pretend like you’re losses don’t hurt. You know they do. If they didn’t, you wouldn’t have brought up the cunt who’s been trying to ruin your matches. You wouldn’t care. But you do. You are so hung up about being different… that you don’t realize that you’re the same. You’re just like everyone else, Kat. Desperate for people to see that you can hold your own. You think I’m stereotypical? Sugar… that’s where you’re wrong. I’m not the one having slapping fights with some twat who wants to break you. No… I’m fighting the real deal. Won a title with your OTHER precious ‘brother’. How many is it you have? 17? Keep claiming these men as brothers. None of them are interested, so the only way you can have them is by calling them family. And even then, they don’t really want you around. So you settle on that piece of shit Drew. Because he’s the only one who will put up with your pathetic ass long enough for marriage. It’s fine, Kat. You’re married. The ‘lunch dates’ totally mean nothing.”
Rorie smirked. She did enjoy stirring the pot. And if it had to do with Drew Stevenson, it was even better. Rorie looked up for a moment, seeing the little girl run up to her mom. She clearly said something to her mom that made Mrs. Little Girl quite angry. The mom spanked her daughter on the behind, clearly yelling at her child.
Rorie: “What a rude woman. My goodness.”
Rorie looks back at the camera.
Rorie: “I’m not a one trick pony, Kat. A few of your ‘brothers’ can attest to that. Far from it. In the ring and outside of it. If that were the case, I wouldn’t have won the matches I did. I wouldn’t have a title under my belt. Look at BCW. I was the champ. What were you? The mental patient that people stopped caring about after her first few matches. Just like 4CW. Your only fans are family. But even then… are they REALLY rooting for you? I’ll bet not. Probably tell you one thing to your face… but behind you, they’re rooting for your opponent. And the moment you lose, they will feign sorrow for you. Tell you you tried your best. But inside, they’re jumping for fucking joy. This is your fate, dollface. Lies and pretending. You deserve nothing more. You will get nothing more. Sad little Kat.”
Rorie’s head turned around as a voice cleared behind her after her last words. The little girl was there with her mom. Little girl was crying.
Mom: “Are you the one who told my daughter to call me the… ‘c’-word?”
Rorie smirked at the woman, nodding.
Rorie: “Thaaat’s me. Rorie Steele. In the flesh. Not something you wanted to hear?”
Mom: “No! How dare you teach her a word like that! You’re disgusting!”
Rorie curtsied at the woman, mocking her.
Rorie: “Thank you, thank you. I try. But how about you keep that fucking creature on a leash and tell her not to interrupt someone when they’re busy. Much like you’re doing right now.”
Mom: “Excuse me? How dare you! I’ll call the police on you!”
Rorie: “For what? Because I told your kid a word she was bound to hear tomorrow at school anyway? Fuck, lady. Get over it. She might as well know what to call you now. And from your actions currently… Cunt works perfectly.”
The mother gasps. Seems like a thing around these women. She storms off.
Rorie: “Don’t forget to feed your child only vegan friendly foods! And she’s allergic to everything, I’m sure. Because you’re THAT mom! Don’t forget her diet plan! She’s 6! Gotta start young!”
Rorie rolled her eyes.
Rorie: “Cunt.”
Rorie looked back at the camera again.
Rorie: “This is it, Kat. The moment I break you. The moment I show you exactly why I am who I am. I’m the woman everyone wishes they were. Even you, Kat. But, of course, you’ll never admit it. Too proud. But I know. Don’t worry. I am Rorie fucking Steele. I am the woman who will prove you wrong. The woman who will leave you alone in the ring. Fending for yourself.”
Rorie smiled at the camera.
Rorie: “Let’s go, Dave.”
She snapped a finger at the camera. The scene cutting just as a police officer was seen following the mother of the little girl coming towards them in the background. |
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