Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror and thought... "Man I wish I was better looking" or "I wish my boobs were bigger" or even "I wish my penis wasn't so crooked"... I'll bet you have. It's a normal thing for most people in the world. It's natural to want things you can't have. To want to be improved. To want to be more beautiful. More attractive. More perfect. It's normal.. I swear.

Next question. Have you ever heard of a woman named Rorie Steele? You may or may not have. I can't really blame you if you haven't. You can't know everyone in the wrestling world. It's pretty much impossible. 

If you have heard of her, however, then you know that the above does not apply to her. She does not with to be more beautiful. She does not wish for perfection. She is the epitome of both. She is perfection. She is beauty. 

She... is Rorie Fucking Steele. And she just happens to be in the area. What area, you ask? Well she doesn't really fucking know. One of her boyfriends, James, brought her to wherever the fuck she is. He thought it would be romantic. Bitches like romance? This stuff is horseshit! Who the hell wants their bed covered in rose petals and have a bottle of champagne cooling in a bucket of ice? Or sickly sweet music playing in the background. It's a whole lot of stupid. And when Rorie opened the door to the hotel room she was sharing with James, she raised an eyebrow, turned her heel, and left. Peace out, James. Won't be seeing you again, kiddo! 

Here's a few things you need to know about Ms. Steele. She likes men. A lot. And men like her. Probably more than they need to. Actually... let's get this straight. Rorie likes men to an extent. She likes using them. For money. For sex. For money. For rides. For housing. For sex. For recreation. For sex. For money. For entertainment. For money. And did I mention sex and money? Yea. Those too. Rorie has gotten most things that she owns from her ex-boyfriends. Well.. some tend to stick around and continue to buy her things to try to win her heart. It has been a long, hard journey... and absolutely nobody has tamed her yet. And likely will not. Because that's dumb. And I do not endorse that. As her writer, I cannot stand by as someone tries to make her an upstanding citizen. Because that's boring. And boring people are lame. :)

Another thing you should know. A man that is taken is like a game to her. A game in which she has won a few times in the past. So don't be surprised if he likes her more than you, ladies. Cause how could he not. And one last thing... Rorie does what she wants, when she wants. She doesn't much like rules. And she especially doesn't enjoy being told what to do. If she does get told what to do, she'll just end up making the person change their mind and get her way. She DID have an entire women's locker room to herself before. 

And now for some information about her background. Rorie was born. From that day, she was awesome. The end. 

Well... not the end. She's still being awesome and stuff. Actually, Rorie came from a little company called W2K. Very small. Unknown. There was like.. 5 people that were around. Nothing special, ya know? But that's where she came from. She was actually there with this super unimpressive guy named Phoenix Winterborn. He was dumb and she hated him. And he liked to wear camo pants. Which are stupid. You may be asking yourself... why the hell would Rorie come to a place like BBW when she was in that tiny fed called W2K? Where's the logic in that? Well.. the answer is simple. 

...

Okay.. I have no answer, to be honest. She's just here, okay? Shut up. Plus there's some untouched (by her) men around. That's always fun. But I guess the reason she stopped by was to actually visit with that annoying bird-brain that was apparently bumming around this place. She found that out recently when she saw a poster on the ground that had been stomped on and covered in blood. His name was on it, written in glitter. I assume it was a young male fan. Because only boys like Phoenix. She assumed the blood was from the (likely) young mans nose when he got punched in the face and called a "cocknose". Actually... she knows that's what happened. Because it was her that did it. She's all classy and shit. Don't judge her. The guy was 28 and probably on steroids considering he was all jacked up. And also considering that he crumpled to the floor after she punched him and didn't get up until his friends finally got him up after a few minutes. Funny thing was... as she walked away... all she could hear was,

 "That was Rorie Steele.."

"What is Rorie Steele doing around here?"

"Jesus her ass is perfect."

"I think I have a boner..."

Typical. It's not like she's definitely 100% wearing a bikini top for a shirt for sure right now. And she's definitely not wearing the shortest skirt of all time that she is obviously wearing right now without question. However... she is wearing 5-inch stripper heels and a black thong. She is wearing those for sure. 

Now that we know Rorie the Whorie is actually around the building, I can go ahead and just have her entering the small building where the shows are recorded. Because she can get away with just walking in. There are a few faces that watch her as she passes. Staring. Lots of that. There's a drooler! Can't miss that guy. And a few jaws almost hitting the floor. Those were there too. Now, where Rorie is from, each person has their own locker room. So that's what Rorie was looking for. A door that said Phoenix Winterborn. Unfortunately, Rorie had to stop in her tracks when she saw a sign that stated "Men's locker room" with an arrow to the left, and another saying "Women's locker room" with an arrow pointing to the right. She sighed. How deprived can these people be? They have to SHARE? You know how hard sharing is? Very. Having to watch other women get dressed in their shitty spandex full body outfits. And looking at other dudes wangs all day.....

And with that, Rorie bolted down the hall to the left towards the men's room. She got to the door and swung it open, quickly putting her hands on her hips and looking ultra sexy in the doorway. Inside, a few men scrambled to get something on themselves or hide what wasn't covered. 

Rorie Steele: "Gentlemen..."

Rorie smirked and walked further into the room. The whole room had stopped at this point. Everyone was staring at her. Who was this woman, why was she in the men's locker room, and why in the bloody fuck was she so goddamn hot? The answer is simple. She just is. Rorie licked her lips, looking around the room at the men. So many boys, so little time. She let out a pleasant sigh. 

Rorie Steele: "Afternoon, boys. I'm actually looking for someone quite dear to me. I hear he slums around this area often. Anyone know of Phoenix Winterborn?"

Nobody moved. They continued to stare at her. 

Rorie Steele: "Nobody? Really? Hmm.. Phoenix, hunny? You in here, sugar?"

And there he was, poking his head out from behind a wall. It was an extra little section of space for more men to set up shop. Rorie put a smile on her face and moved closer to where Phoenix was. They were still in view of most of the guys in the room. 

Phoenix Winterborn: "Rorie? What are you doing here? What are you doing IN here?"

Rorie Steele: "Just looking for an old friend. Phoenix.. you seen him around?"

She smirked at him. 

Phoenix Winterborn: "No, Rorie... not at all... He's not standing RIGHT in front of you."

Rorie Steele: "Hmm.. that's too bad, isn't it."

She bit her lip in a seductive way, tilting her head down slightly, but still looking up at Phoenix. She moved closer to him. He backed up a bit, until he hit the bench behind him and fell back. She smirked and straddled him, putting her hands on his shoulders. 

Rorie Steele: "I really wanted to talk to him. Catch up, you know? It's... been a while.."

Rorie brought her face closer to his. She licked at his lips and ran her hands down his chest. At this point, the entire locker room was staring at the two of them. Rorie turned her head a bit, looking around at the men. A few had moved further into the room to get a better look. She smirked at them and turned her attention back to Phoenix. It had been a while since he'd seen Rorie. And the last time that he saw her, she was holding back. Phoenix swallowed hard. 

Phoenix Winterborn: "I... uh... when did you get here? And why are you here?"

Rorie Steele: "I was in town. Saw someone holding a poster with your name on it. Knew you'd be around. Not in a huge federation like the ones we used to be in together. But no... here you are."

Rorie held back her words. She didn't want to call the place shitty, as much as she wanted to. It's more fun to keep the boys happy instead of get them mad because you're dissing where they reside. She peeked around at the room again. A few were still intent on them. Some were hiding the fact that they were still paying attention. Rorie smirked and looked back at Phoenix. She adjusted herself on his lap. She was pretty much grinding against him. You could slightly hear the pleasurable sighs coming from Phoenix. That got everyones attention. Right now, in this room, a hot woman was rubbing up against a co-worker. How could you not pay attention?

Phoenix Winterborn: "Rorie...."

Rorie Steele: "Phoenix..."

She snaked her hand down, grabbing hold of him. She smirked as he gasped and opened his eyes wide. 

Rorie Steele: "I just came back around to make myself known again. Not like you could forget about me. I'm sure I'm the best sex you've ever had. But I'll answer your questions.. I'm here for a while. Sort of... scouting, you could say. Seeing whether I like it here. Or... more... like the residents here. You'll be seeing a whole lot more of me, birdbrain..."

She let go of him and stood up. She adjusted her skirt a bit and walked towards the door. All eyes were on her.  

Rorie steele: "That goes for all of you. Come find me if you need some.. help..."

She put on a smile and walked out of the room. 

So that was it. Rorie was around for a little bit to see what the place was like. Not compete at this point, per se. More to see what the place has to offer before she makes up her mind. 

.TBC. by not YOU.