People seem to know so much about someone. Claim to know who someone is under the tough exterior or outer shell that person has created over themselves. Both Faith and Nocturna have done just this. Faith thinking she knows who Rorie is and how she works. And Nocturna saying she can see past the thick layer Rorie has made. But here's where it gets a little funny. Rorie... doesn't have multiple layers to her personality. Rorie is exactly who she is and her entire being shines right through. She doesn't hide under a mask. She doesn't cower inside of herself and pretend to be this hard bitch. That's just her. She's never pretended to be something other than herself. She uses people, she's a slut, she will do whatever she can to get what she wants. And she always gets what she wants. Right now... it's just one thing. 

The Vixen Championship. 

Why not take something that doesn't belong to her? Doesn't she do it all the time? Isn't that why she was born to be who she was? To take what she wants. Yes. That's it. And she was oh so good at doing it, too. 

To be honest, Rorie was a bit disturbed by how her opponents spoke of her. She was used to being called names... being told she was just a piece of meat and only got anywhere by who she slept with. She was surprised by the lack of these insults. This was a new type of fight. This wasn't being up against the Serenity's and TLD's of the wrestling world. This wasn't going up against someone calling her a slut and thinking that will get into her head. No... this is going up against the resident 'Face' female who talks shit by complimenting her opponents and a nobody that claims she is the best thing that fell to earth. What kind of bullshit is that? Ladies and gents... this is BCW. And this is what Rorie needs to step over to be at the top. And if that's all she has to step over to get there.... well shit... She might as well be the ruler of the fucking world. 

The scene opens up to Rorie sitting in the back of a black limo. She has one leg crossed over the other and looking out the window. Her eyes are shaded by a pair of expensive large sunglasses. She is talking on her phone.

Rorie Steele: "Yes. And then he told me about his mother being in the hospital. I mean, come on. Do I look like I fucking care about your mother?"

Under the glasses she rolled her eyes. It wasn't seen, but her expression around the sunglasses made it obvious. 

Rorie Steele: "So I left. I knew he'd start crying. It was getting awkward. I wasn't into that."

She let out a bit of a sigh. The car stopped after a few more moments of her speaking to the person on the phone. The driver came to the door, opening it for her. She stepped out, showing off her black Louboutin platform heels. She's got on a tight black dress that was cut just below her unmentionable lower parts. The top is strapless and cut into a sweetheart neckline, showing off her cleavage. There are triangle cuts in the dress, showing off her skin in each panel. She ran her hands along the sides of the dress, straightening it out a big from sitting. The person on the phone was speaking but Rorie ignored them. She put the phone to her chest.

Rorie Steele: "Thank you, Sammy. Just stay here. I won't be long."

"Sammy": "My name is Dave..."

Rorie Steele: "I don't fucking care."

She waved her hand at him and brought the phone to her ear again. Dave still turned his head towards her backside, watching her leave. He couldn't help being in lust with this woman. She interrupted the person on the phone from whatever they were saying as she walked into the building in front of her.

Rorie Steele: "As much as I really care about what you're saying right now... I don't. I just arrived where I need to be. So... bye."

She pulled the phone away from her ear as the person on the other line scrambled with their words and let out a quick, high-pitched 'bye' as she pressed the end button. She placed the phone into her small purse and continued to walk into the main foyer of the building. She signed a book without a word. As if she had been in this place many times. She walked towards the middle section, pressing the elevator button. Once it came down, she stepped in, pressing the button for the highest floor. A man ran towards the door last minute, just catching the doors as they were closing. He slips into the elevator with her. She looks over at it, but her sunglasses hide it. He is checking her out, smiling at her. He's a good looking young man. He's got that going. 

Man: "Thanks for letting me in."

Rorie Steele: "You're welcome."

Bitch did nothing to help. What an asshole. 

Man: "Where are you headed?"

Rorie Steele: "To Mr. Stratford's office. I have an appointment to see him."

The man nodded. He kept his mouth shut. She smirked.

Rorie Steele: "What... you don't like Mr. Stratford?"

She raised a brow at him. 

Man: "Oh no. He's an alright guy. Just... very interesting. Just be careful. That's all I'll say."

Aww. How sweet. He thinks she's never met him. He's nervous for her. Idiot.

Rorie Steele: "He can't be all that bad..."

He is.

Man: "You'll... uhh.. see when you get up there. This is my floor."

He got himself ready to leave. 

Rorie Steele: "Thanks for the advice, sugar. But don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

She brought her sunglasses down on her nose and winked at him. He smiled at her, forgetting about everything he had just said and only thinking about her. As if a spell had been put on him. He stares at her as the doors close, trying to say more words. Nothing came out. She smirked again and continued her ascent to the higher floor. She finally get's up to where she was headed, walking out of the open elevator doors and into another reception area. The woman at the desk sighs before looking up. She looks taken back, seeing Rorie. 

Receptionist: "Oh. Miss Rorie. Let me just call Mr. Stratford!"

Rorie tilted her head to the side, giving her a fake smile. The woman get's on the phone, calling the man she worked for. Rorie peeked into the area behind the desk. She saw a man walking through the area, which was filled with female workers, in his tight black dress shirt and fitted black dress pants. He had to be in his late 30's and still pretty fit.  He was getting a bit close to his workers. He was touching them in inappropriate places and just being a general nuisance. But he was the boss and paid good money. And a decent looking man. They weren't going to say much. He lifted a hand up, pressing a button on the earpiece he had in. Rorie moved out of view, listening to the receptionist tell him she was there. She pictured him stiffening up and power walking to his office. Pretending as if he had never left it. The woman looked up at Rorie, hanging up the phone. 

Receptionist: "He'll see you now."

Rorie nodded, still not saying a word. She opened the glass door into the main room. The receptionist watched her go inside, where all the women in their turned their heads. Rorie had her nose in the air, ignoring them. She walked to the office in the back, only two windows showing what was in there. Just enough to peek through to see his workers. She tapped on the door once with her knuckles and opened it, walking in. She closed the door behind her, eliminating all noise from the outside. She looked at the man sitting at his desk. He was pretending to do work. He looks up at her.

Mr. Stratford: "Oh! Miss Steele. It's great to see you again."

She raised a brow at him, pulling her sunglasses off of her face. She tossed them to his desk as if they were made of cheap plastic. He stands up, walking over to her. He hugs her, his hand running down to her lower back, sliding further down. She reaches her hand back and grabs his wrist, digging her nails into his skin. He pulls his hand back, letting out a nervous chuckle. 

Rorie Steele: "Damien."

She took a seat in one of the comfy chairs in front of his desk. She crossed her leg over the other, placing her hands together on her thigh. He was trying to position himself for a better view. 

Damien Stratford: "What can I do for you?"

Rorie Steele: "Do I always need to want something to come here?"

She makes a face, thinking about what she had asked.

Rorie Steele: "Don't answer that. I was hoping you could do something for me. It pertains to my match this weekend."

Damien raised a brow at her now. 

Damien Stratford: "Oh..?"

Rorie Steele: "I was hoping you would do a spread about me in your magazine. You know... show off my new title in an article?"

Damien Stratford: "Rorie... I don't know. We're cutting things really close as it is."

Rorie glared at him, visibly unhappy with his answer. He stumbled over words for a moment.

Damien Stratford: "Oh... uh... well... I mean I could write it... and do it all."

Rorie smiled sweetly at him. 

Rorie Steele: "Yeah? That would be amazing. I just feel as if men would be interested in seeing my new title used as a fashion accessory in the magazine, you know?"

Damien Stratford: "Well the men want to see you. You should see the amount of mail we get about your issue. We don't save it, but there's always a lot that comes in."

Rorie smirks.

Rorie Steele: "I was the best cover girl you've had for this magazine."

Damien Stratford: "That I can't disagree with."

He looks her over again, licking his lips absently. 

Rorie Steele: "So it is settled. I will be in this months magazine holding my new title. Showing off my amazing work. Plus it'll get that shithole some publicity. Gods know it needs it. The more publicity, the more men to come see me. So it works flawlessly."

Damien nods at her. 

Damien Stratford: "But you owe me something in return..."

Rorie raises her brow again, starting to get a bit annoyed with being here.

Rorie Steele: "And what's that, Damien?"

He stands up, unzipping his pants.

Damien Stratford: "This ain't going to suck itself..."

Rorie sighed, watching him make a fool out of himself. This was a bit of a stretch for him. Nothing like that had ever come from his mouth. She looked at his open fly, not really caring. She stood up and walked over, getting him a bit excited. A huge smile formed on his face. It instantly turned to regret when she quickly reached her hand out, gripping at his man bits through his pants. She had a grip like a vice. She smirked at him, keeping her grip tight.

Rorie Steele: "I don't fucking think so, Damien..."

He let's out a yelp as she lets him go. He grabs himself, checking if everything was in tact. She turned on her heel, walking to the door. She opened it, starting to walk out. 

Damien Stratford: "This? This is why I keep coming back to you."

Rorie shook her head. The man was delusional. But he did anything she asked him to, so she stuck around in her own way. 

Damien Stratford: "I'll see you in a week, Rorie! Don't be a stranger!"

Rorie stepped out of the office, slamming the door behind her. The women in the main area all quickly turned their heads from the scene they could see through the two small windows. Rorie walked back to the elevator, pressing the button to go back down. The receptionist looked up from her papers and quietly spoke.

Receptionist: "Uh.. Have a lovely day, Miss Rorie!"

Rorie threw back her hand, giving an unenthused, dismissing wave to the girl. She stepped into the elevator to leave the building.

We open up once again to Rorie, sitting once again in her limo. She has a glass of champagne in her hand, showing off her long, perfectly manicured finger nails. She smirks at the camera in front of her, which was held by the same guy as the last promo. What was his name? Gerald? Gerard? Whatever the fuck. It doesn't matter. 

Rorie Steele: "Ladies and gentlemen... I come to you today with a special announcement. This announcement is big. Huge. Long, even. It is so meaty and thick... this news. I bet you're all... dripping... with anticipation. I have been straddling this information for quite a while. Grinding my.. thoughts over it. Trying to decipher just how interesting it is. And my final theories proved fruitful. This news... is just the most thrilling and.."

She paused for a moment, running her free hand down her neck and collarbone. 

Rorie Steele: "And quiver-inducing thing you'll ever hear. Are you all ready?"

She smirks again, watching the camera through her sunglasses. 

Rorie Steele: "Faith and Nocturna are absolute failures and will never beat Rorie Steele in a match. Isn't that the best announcement you've ever heard? Don't worry. I agree with the announcement 100% and so should all of you. Why? Because it is the truth. My insider information is completely on point. I have lots of connections in this world. And most of them told me the exact same thing. I'm not making this shit up, dolls. I'm the best kind of preacher in this place. The difference between myself and a preacher in a church... is that I actually tell truths and don't pull shit out of my ass to get people to believe me. I don't give you false hopes over something that never existed or will ever exist. The fact that I am simply better than both of these women is just fact. I wouldn't even need to prove a thing."

Rorie laughed to herself. She takes a sip of her champagne. She makes a face and throws the glass towards the camera, missing the guy holding it by inches. It smashes behind him against the divider. 

Rorie Steele: "What the fuck kind of cheap shit is that? Christ sakes."

She presses a button above her.

Rorie Steele: "Stephan! Drive to the nearest liquor store and get me the most expensive champagne you can find. I'm tired of this cheap bullshit."

She was talking to the driver. He could faintly be heard cursing Rorie about her getting his name wrong again. 

Rorie Steele: "Oh. And shut the fuck up about your name, James. I don't fucking care!"

She let's the button go and focuses on the camera again. 

Rorie Steele: "Okay.. so let's start this all off with Miss Faith. Talking to her fans like they are in the room with her. You sound like an insane person. You think fans helped you win that title? No... You were facing an incompetent little bitch that didn't give you a big challenge. You think them being on your side is going to help you this time, though? Ohhhh sugar... You are dead wrong on that idea. You think these people really give a shit about you? All they cheer for is the tits and ass you provide each week. And every single person comes back every time, hoping to get that one nip slip out of you. They don't care if you fight well. They're not helping you. This isn't a voting contest where the winner is crowned by who has the most fucking fans. The winner is crowned when one dominates physically over the others. And sweety... that's not you."

She pauses again for a moment.

Rorie Steele: "You and this other orange haired brat have this little back and forth going right now. It's sad. The both of you clearly have nothing better to do than slap your beef curtain mouths together at each other. And Faith going on about how she is going to be the best and keep her title. Sweetheart... this isn't your title anymore. You were the best of all these women for a while. You had nothing competition wise. I look at most of those girls and shake my head. How sad they all are. None of them deserve a chance at the title. And none of them are good enough to have the title. Not until I showed up. Think about Nocturna. How did she get her shot? Did she prove something? I don't know... because I don't fucking care. This isn't her title to claim. She doesn't deserve this win. I proved my worth YEARS before you both. Fucking years. And that was made clear when I was hired onto the BCW roster. I didn't have to prove a thing. My track record is my proof. I don't have to climb my way to the top. I was already fucking there. I don't have to do it again... I stay here until the day I quit forever. I was even retired before coming back here. And I STILL am right at the top. What do you think that says about me, hmm?"

She pulls off her sunglasses, tossing them beside her on the seat. 

Rorie Steele: "You think I just jumped into the ring during that costume contest and had my fate only sealed right there? News flash, darlings... things don't really work like that. Some random stranger off the road jumping in and just helping someone? You think they'd let that happen? They knew who I was. Everyone in that fucking building knew who I was. Isn't that just some conspiracy shit right there?"

She laughs again, this time in more of a menacing tone. 

Rorie Steele: "Faith... you're clearly delusional if you think you'll keep this title. I think your boyfriend has you a little too confident in yourself. You both have this little puppy-dog love affair going on. It's sickening. I'll bet you guys strictly stick to missionary when you have sex... and it's always Faith's decision. And she also makes the call on when it happens once a week too, right? Eric needs something better. I think he needs a bit of a change... If you ever get bored, sugar... give me a call."

She winks at the camera. 

Rorie Steele: "No matter what, Faith... I will have your title. I will beat you. I will show you exactly why I am as well known as I am. I will show you why I was feared and why I was one of the most dominant women in W2K. You think you could have made it there all those years ago? Dollface.... you wouldn't have even lasted ten seconds in that place. It wasn't made for people like you. It wasn't made for the soft little girl that you are. W2K would have never been your home. You weren't even close to being cut out for that place. You were not, are not, and will not be in the same ranks as me. Never."

She straightens her back, repositioning herself. This gives the viewers a much nicer view of her assets. 

Rorie Steele: "And now... we can have a little chat about this Nocturna creature that is joining me in this match. Sweetheart.... I said Faith wasn't in the same rank as me... sugar... you are fifteen..... thousand steps behind HER. You think you are going to beat me AND Faith? Two women who are definitely better than you? One of which who is the champion and the other who is even better than the champion herself? You are going to get a huge wake up call at Feast or Famine."

Another pause.

Rorie Steele: "As I said before... my actions a few weeks ago weren't what got me this shot. That decision could have been overthrown by the higher ups if they wanted to. We all know that. But why wasn't it? It's not because I'm just a pretty face and get whatever I want. I mean... that helps of course... but they also knew of my talent. They knew who I was and what I could do. If I came in and was a nobody... my part in this match would have been thrown in the garbage. I would have been scrapped. But to tap that nail further into the stone, I proved how dominating I was in my dark match last week. I didn't even have to work as hard to beat that little... whatever she was, last week. And even not working as hard as I could, I demolished her. What do you think that says about me? That says I deserve to be here. You respect what I did? I don't need your fucking respect. It means nothing to me."

She rolls her eyes. 

Rorie Steele: "I get it. I get you wanted this match for yourself. But here's the thing. I don't care what you want. This is MY match now. This is MY title. This is MY time to beat the both of you. Try all you want, sugar. You aren't getting anything I have."

She laughs again playfully. These girls were so stupid. 

Rorie Steele: "I also remember you calling me a 'playmate' for someone to have. I find this hilarious. I'M the playmate? I get to be played with? You REALLY don't know me at all. I'm the one who plays with everyone else. I control all of you little toys. I decide what happens. Nobody decides my fate but me. Nobody plays with me. I play with them. Sexually and in the business sense."

She winks again. 

Rorie Steele: "You think I'm the underdog? The fans don't think I will win because I don't have a whole fan base. I don't care what these people think about me. The ones who do like me... enjoy me for my mouth. In more ways than one. And they enjoy what I can do with my body. In many more ways than one. I don't need them to think I'll win. I don't need them to HELP me win. The opinion of a bunch of neck beards isn't going to decide the winner of this match. This match is decided by who is the better person. And I know that is me. I know it is for sure me." 

She smirks again. She realizes the limo had been stopped for a bit. Must be at the liquor store. Rorie stops speaking for a while, waiting for the driver to return with her beverage of choice. He opens the door on her side and presents her with a brown bag. She takes it, pulling out the bottle. 

Dave: "This is the best I could find, Miss Steele."

Rorie reads the front. She makes a face. It wasn't the best she had had.

Rorie Steele: "Fine. It'll do, Joseph. Get back in the car and keep driving."

He closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a deep breath. 

Rorie Steele: "Stop breathing on me. Jesus."

He closes the door, walking back to the front. He's definitely calling her a bitch in many colourful words. Rorie opens the bottle and grabs another glass, pouring herself a drink. 

Rorie Steele: "I should have had you pour this, camera boy. I shouldn't have to do it myself."

She smirks at him. He probably wanted some. She wouldn't offer. She remembers where she was at with her previous rant.

Rorie Steele: "And what is it with you fucking twats and calling your fans names? The Faithful Army and the Whispers in the Night? Are you both fucking kidding me? Who are you? Should I start calling my fans "Steele Avengers" or "Butt Pirates" or "Slut Lovers"? Are you seriously fucking kidding me?? I don't understand the concept. You have a bunch of mouth breathers that swoon over you and enjoy looking at you as you wrestle in skimpy outfits. Many of them probably take videos and pictures of you and jerk off to them at home. You still want those ones to be part of your little groups? That's fucked up, ladies. Really fucked up."

She shakes her head, bewildered by these women. 

Rorie Steele: "You think I'll look like crap with that title, Nocturna? Maybe you should consider how terrible you'd look in it. Worse than Faith, honestly. I can't even think of a nice thing to say about you. You're pathetic. And a pathetic woman is not who should be holding that title. You're all hung up on me having nothing to go on other than being fucking sexy. You seem to think I don't have talent. That I don't know what I'm doing in the ring. I am going to show you how extremely mistaken you are about that. I can't win a match against two women by being sexy. Unless it is a sexy match. And I clearly win those hands down. But I also have to know how to win based on my in ring talent. And I can tell you I have done that many times. You'll see that this weekend." 

She takes a sip of her champagne. This time the taste is a lot more pleasant. She smiles absently to herself, enjoying it for a second. 

Rorie Steele: "So this is it. We're so close to when I will prove to you both just how much you both suck. You'll both realize why I was where I was in W2K. You'll both realize why neither of you are good enough for me. Why neither of you are on my level. You are both worthless. Neither of you deserve that title. And when I win it... nobody will take it away from me. I am the new face of BCW. I am the new face of the Vixen championship. I am the one who everyone will be talking about. Now that I've spoken up... I am the one who everyone will cheer for. I will no longer be the underdog in this match. I will no longer be questioned. I will be the one everyone wants to see every week. As if it wasn't already happening. You two are just steps for me to climb. Extremely small steps. And when I've ascended and get to the very top, you will both break. And you will both fall to the very bottom in pieces. To one of you.... your faith just.... ran out. To the other... Your whispers will soon become complete silence."

She stares into the camera, as if she's waiting for something.

Rorie Steele: "And to quote myself... so many years ago... Don't worry ladies... there will be blood."

She smirks again, taking a last sip of her drink. She presses the button again to call up to Dave the driver. 

Rorie Steele: "Jackson.. are we there yet?"

The scene fades to black.    

.TBC. by not YOU.     OOC: My bad on the slow rp time. Been a busy-ass two weeks for me. Got this going and hopefully another before deadline. :) -- Edit: fixing some spelling and awkward wording.