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Date Posted：07/24/2016 15:01 PMCopy HTML
The scene opens up to a stage. A live audience has been arranged nicely for what looks to be a definitely real talk show. All the furnishings are in pastels or neutrals, all blending together in a sick way. I mean… I’d throw up if I were there for real. We’ll just leave it at that. Two chairs are set up, angled towards each other. Cameras are set up around the room, focusing on different areas of the room. The music for this definitely real because I said so show starts to play and the fans begin to get excited. The logo for the show comes up on a large screen behind the two chairs.
“The Late Show With Bonnie Summerstein”
Cheers are heard throughout the room as the shows host, Bonnie, steps out from the back. She has a head of grey-blonde hair, but it’s quite stringy. She wears a lady-suit with crisp pants and a lovely beige blazer. She fits in perfectly with the décor. She dances like a complete tool as she waves at the crowd. Very Ellen-esque, I must say. Bonnie finally reaches her chair after what seemed like the longest dance routine of all time. They even looped her theme music. This bitch… When she places her rump on the chair, everything seems to go quiet. The crowd waits patiently for her to speak the majestic words of their late night talk show idol. She turns her head to address them.
Bonnie: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Bonnie Summerstein and I have an amazing show planned for you. We’ve got our musical talent for the evening here, which is the Justin Bieber tribute band, The Beliebers.”
The crowd goes insane from excitement. Fuck Justin Bieber.
Bonnie: “We have appearances from George Ronalds and Bethany Jacobs from the new movie ‘Down Under’ here tonight!”
More cheers from the crowd. I literally made these people up. I don’t even know what the fuck that movie is. Why are they so excited?
Bonnie: “And a very special guest appearance from a very famous actor. But you’ll hear about that later. But before all that… we have our most special guest of the night here. From BCW where she is the Vixens Champion as well as 4CW, two wrestling companies based out of the United States, Rorie Steele!”
Once again, the crowd goes insane. Bonnie stands up to wait for Rorie. They chant her name, excited for her appearance. Rorie has literally never been on a talk show. We’ll see how this goes… After what seems like forever, Rorie steps out of the backstage area, in view of the crowd now. She has on an extremely tight black dress and a pair of high black heels. Her hair is left down and curly, lips painted a slightly dark red. Her eyebrow is raised as she scans the crowd. It’s mostly women. She is disappointed. She walks towards the vacant chair, taking a seat, not bothering to shake the hand of the host or wave to the crowd. Bonnie just shrugged and sat down again, smiling at her guest. The crowd calms, watching.
Bonnie: “Rorie Steele! It’s so lovely to meet you! Thanks for being on the show today.”
Rorie: “I was told there would be more men here…”
As if on cue, the crowd laughs. Rorie just looks over at them, concerned that they’re all about to fall out of their chairs from how hard they’re laughing. Well… not concered, per se. Just confused by their over-excitement. Bonnie ignored Rorie’s statement.
Bonnie: “We have you here today to chat with us about your career and your upcoming match in 4CW. We’re very excited to hear from you.”
Rorie: “Yea… What the **** ever…”
Rorie stopped for a second, shock coming over her face.
Rorie: “Did you just beep me out? Did I just get ****ing beeped? AGAIN!?”
She turns her body, looking around the room. Bonnie just looks at Rorie with a confused look.
Bonnie: “Rorie… we don’t swear on this show. This is regular television. We still need to keep things PG.”
Rorie: “*****… I am NOT PG. You better ****ing unbeep me or I will go up to those mother****ers in there and rip every one of their ****ing heads off their ******* bodies and show each and every ****ing one up your crusty, old ****.”
Bonnie’s jaw drops as she stares at Rorie. The crowd has just about the same reaction along with every person working in the building.
Rorie: “Fuck.”
Her eyes light up, a huge smile forming on her face.
Rorie: “Oh good! We’re back on track. Go ahead, Bonnie!”
The woman, still taken by surprise, clears her throat.
Bonnie: “Oh… Oh dear. Umm… Well. How about we get into your current situation, hmm?”
Rorie: “Like what I’m doing in the wrestling world?”
Bonnie: “That’s right. Tell us about 4CW and BCW.”
Rorie: “Well I’m not here to actually talk about BCW, so I’m not bringing that place up at all. Other than the fact that I am the Vixens Champion there. Because I’m better than everyone else. But with 4CW, I only just got there. I don’t know anyone other than Cyrus Riddle… because I fucked him. And Bryan Williams… because he’s a douchebag. And Perry Wallace, Jason Cashe, some other dudes. I literally don’t know any women there. So there’s that. But I came in still rather rusty. I lost my first match to that dick Bryan. But let’s be honest… who’s the real winner here? Me. Because instead of doing real promos, I fucked an old friend of his and talked down to my camera man. I had more fun than Bryan, that’s for sure.”
She smirked. The crowd gave out mixed reactions to her words. Why was this chick on this show anyways?
Bonnie: “Lovely… So what was your most defining moment in your wrestling career?”
Rorie: “Oh wow… that’s a toughie… Actually, I know exactly when it was! I used to be part of this little company called W2K. The place was practically run by NED – Nic E. Dangerously. He was the champion and face of that company. Well, being me, I obviously tried to get into his pants. With his loyalty to the little twat he was dating at the time, I didn’t have a chance to get a piece of him. Sad, right? I know. But there was another man there that I had my eye on. His rival at the time, Cross. Now Cross was a beast of a man. Something like 6’6” with a kickass fucking body. I obviously made it a point to jump on that cock.”
The crowd let out gasps. Her potty mouth was a lot for them to handle.
Rorie: “So one night, I got my friend Ryann, who hung around me like I was her owner, to come with me to a party. The party was being thrown at Neddy’s house without his knowledge, if I remember correctly. Cross showed up and we decided to have a good time upstairs. In Nic’s room. On his bed. Ryann came too. We ended up actually physically breaking the bed… cause Cross was an absolute monster.”
Rorie inched her body forward on the chair, getting into this story.
Rorie: “He’d do this thing where he’d grab your leg and raise it up and on his shoulder. And you’d be kind of on your side with his hands on your hips. He’d lean back and get his co-“
Bonnie quickly stopped her from talking.
Bonnie: “Maybe we should talk abou-“
Rorie: “Don’t fucking interrupt me.”
Bonnie: “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t think we can go that far in dep-“
Rorie: “Don’t interrupt me again… Now where was I?”
Rorie glared at the woman in front of her. She was pretty brutal about controlling the situation.
Rorie: “Fuck. Whatever. The point is, Nic came home to find this massive party going in his place. He kicked us all out and that was the end of that. Until he was shown the tape of us in his bedroom a few weeks later. He was so angry that he poured gasoline through his entire house and set it on fire. He even took a video of it, sitting on a hill to watch it go up in flames. It was a very emo-like situation. I’m pretty sure he had some Hawthorn Heights or Evanescence shit playing in his headphones that night. And that… was my most defining moment.”
Rorie smiled proudly. Bonnie once again stared at the brunette in awe.
Bonnie: “Wow… and what about in your wrestling career?”
Rorie: “That is from my wrestling career.”
Bonnie: “I know. I mean like… winning a match or something?”
Rorie: “Oh… right. Same company, beating Serenity after our huge feud. That little twat didn’t deserve the title. So I took it from her. And ruined every relationship she had in the process. It was fun. I hated her.”
Rorie nodded, watching Bonnie. The older woman nodded back, trying not to show her shock as much anymore.
Bonnie: “And you have a match coming up this week. Would you like to talk about that at all?”
Rorie: “Why the fuck not?”
She paused for a moment, now looking at one of the cameras.
Rorie: “This week, I go up against Bradley Stewarts….”
Bonnie: “Stevens.”
Rorie: “Interrupt me again… I fucking swear…”
Rorie had turned her eyes to Bonnie for that moment. She looked back to the camera, face neutral.
Rorie: “I have my match against some Bradley guy. I don’t fucking care who he is. What his real name is. What he’s doing here. Or where he came from. This kid… and I say kid because that’s exactly what he is, is just another person for me to use as a personal punching bag. I mean… I was a bit rusty during the last show, yes. Bryan Williams was able to take advantage of that, surprisingly. Surprisingly because Bryan is the type to not be able to even kill a bee without being stung. But since then, I’ve been working my ass off to get back to what I was. To who I was. I was the Queen of wrestling. People feared jumping into the ring with me. And people still do feel this way. I’m going to show you, Brad, exactly why it is they feared me in the first place. I’m not just a woman you can throw to the mat and pin easily. It’s not going to be an easy game of Tic Tac Toe or some shit like that. This is your defining moment. Your first match… and I’m here to take it from you.”
She pauses, smirking at the camera.
Rorie: “You don’t belong here, sugar. Just like everyone else has said to me, over the years. The difference between us, however, is that I proved them wrong. I showed them exactly why I belong and I plan to do that again. But for you? I plan on taking that chance to shine from you. You have no worth. You are nothing. And you will always be nothing. You haven't even shown your face here. Is it because you're that embarrassed by how awful you actually are? Because I can see that being the case. I would be embarrassed too. I am better than you. It's as simple as that. And once I tear you to fucking pieces, you'll know exactly why I can say things like that. When this match ends, you'll regret ever stepping foot in the ring with me and ever coming to 4CW. Go back to your shitty country, hm?”
Rorie smiled sweetly at the camera. Bonnie let out a bit of a sigh and continued the show.
Bonnie: “Thank you, Rorie. Now! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our special guest…. None other than Leonardo DiCaprio!”
The audience goes insane.
Rorie: “I’M FUCKING OUT.”
She gets up and leaves the set, not wanting anything to do with that dickhead. Who would? Fucking loser can’t even win a goddamn Oscar.
Leo looks on as she leaves, saddened by it. His lost love. Long story. Bonnie had hoped for a reunion. Bitch wasn’t getting SHIT. Rorie left the building, getting into her limo and heading back to her apartment in New Orleans before her flight the next day.
This was definitely a real talk show. Don’t forget that. |
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