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Gatekeeper Match; [i]Serenity vs. Reina De La Campana[/i]
Topic Started: Feb 6 2017, 09:36 PM (21 Views)
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Serenity vs. Reina De La Campana


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"Negotiating"




Camilla Aurora Pazzini was PISSED. She stormed down the backstage area at Mount Bluff, shooting murderous glances at anyone and everyone. A dozy stagehand in lala land failed to get out the way in time, and got knocked flying by the stampeding Living Legend. She got to Ricky’s office and walked in, clutching a tablet in her left hand. “Yo boss. We got an issue. Spade’s been letting fucking BS get on the site again.”

Somewhat shaken up by the fact that he had damn near been attacked by a colonial explorer and his pet savage earlier in the night Ricky threw down his glasses on the table, putting his hands up to cover up his face. “I swear to God, if it’s those spambots again I am going to hire a real tech person..”

Looking up at her hopefully he was shut down as she shook her head at him.

“It isn’t porn on social media is it..naked pictures leaking out to public is NOT a PR move we need at this point Cam..”

Again, shakes of her head.

“Well that’s a relief..what IS the problem then?”

“It’s more of a... matter of someone not knowing their place. Biting the hand that feeds. Being an ungrateful son of a bitch. And it’s right there on the website for any Tom, Dick & Harry to watch.” Cammie hands him the tablet. “Watch this video. It’s Morpheus “promoting” Serenity’s match against that African maniac. I think you need to see the kind of disrespect this man is showing... to YOU.”

Somewhat puzzled the man behind the bluff took the tablet, twiddled with it for a bit before the video got going. It was not a long one but the effect didn’t miss it’s mark

“but that has nothing to do with the fact that my dear Serenity is being disrespected having to deal with newbies “

Handing the tablet back it was Ricky’s turn to shake his head.

“...yeah and what? What does he expect me to do about it? I am giving people an opportunity, we are a small time company in fucking Memphis of all places. Is he expecting Hall Of Famers and grandslam champions to cue up for a shot at a contract? If I had people like that on the door do you think I would put up with people like the Wild Westons or that that..what’s her name again, the damn limey bitch who’s been in a coma longer than..forever WHICH I AM NOT GOING TO BE FLIPPING THE BILL FOR BY THE WAY!”

“Lollipop, her name is Lollipop and she’s rich enough because of Stacey to pay for it on her own..”
Camilla’s tone was ice but it brought a nod out of Rhodes.
“Well good! Then to hell with her coma, let her chill out in tubes and be fueled by hospital food for another 6 months or so..I don’t care…”

Seeing that this didn’t change her expression at all Ricky realized it might not have been such good news for all involved.

“So what is your problem exactly?”

Camilla sighed. “My PROBLEM is that YOU gave Serenity a special position, a spot that most of the roster would kill for, and her manager is openly spitting in your face about it. It looks bad. And more importantly, if you just ignore it, it makes you look like a doormat.” She folded her arms. “Maybe Morpheus would change his tune, however, if we gave him the “quality” of competition he apparently so desperately craves, don’t you think?”

Shrugging his shoulders the owner seemed almost apathetic of the situation.

“Maybe, but we don’t have the funds to fly in some over the hill hasbeens from other promotions, the catering costs alone for those fat, out of shaped losers would be worth more than what I pay for most of my roster...and to fly them in for what? A chance to work here, it would not just be a considerable pay cut but a ridiculous drop down from the “big time promotions” run by billionaires they got throwing themselves at them every time they log on social media..”

“DAMNIT RICK!” Camilla slammed her fist down on the desk, causing the owner to nearly jump out of his chair. “THIS IS YOUR ISSUE! If you constantly view this as a tinpot, shithole promotion, that’s all it will ever be! Look, I have an... old friend. Used to wrestle with her in Europe before I became a professional. Mexican luchadora. Reina de la Campana. World class athlete, not young in years admittedly, but in our position, she’s the right person at the right price. Hell, I’m so confident in her abilities that I’ll fund her payment out of my own pocket. This woman will make us MONEY. Sometimes, you have to spend it to make it, ya know? Let me put her up against Serenity, and I guarantee you, after she shows that stupid kid a few lessons, Morpheus won’t be so quick to bite your hand anymore, especially after my girl has his precious Serenity biting the proverbial pillow, you feel me?”

If there was something that got his motor running it was free workers and as far as the other thing, Ricky flashed a wide, lewd smirk his tone going from sinister to sleazy in a blink of an eye.

“Hey if she’s kept herself in shape there might be some french benefits to this deal...or Mexican I suppose..”

Cammie arched an eyebrow at this. “I wouldn’t recommend it, heard she’s a bit of a wet fish in that department. But hey, you do what ya gotta do, boss.” She ruffled his hair a little. “I get where you’re coming from though. God knows we ain’t gonna find any good loving from any of these hick local fuckers.”
He seemed to be in agreement, sizing up his assistant with a whole new pair of eyes.

“Well not unless we remind them of their precious farm animals, no.”

She winked at him.

“Moo!”

That got them both laughing, there was something fresh and unifying at making fun of everyone else, especially if you were less than perfect in the eyes of the rest of the world.

After that little joke was over and done, Ricky nodded as if he had considered enough.

“Very well, get this Mexican on the phone..handle it and if she delivers..we’ll get her special catering. Tacos, Tortillas..Tamales..whatever they eat south of the border these days. Actual food, not just hot sauce for ONCE.”

“Fantastic, I’ll go get the deal done, before our pal Donald builds the wall too high. She’s a wrestler, not a pole vaulter!”

Cammie laughed, and left the office.

Watching her walk out Ricky wondered out loud.

“I wonder if it’s too late to invest in some cheap Mexican labourers? Could use a damn ring crew who didn’t know what minimum wages and union even stand for..”
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SilasDugrey

***Memphis, TN***
**February 14, 2017**
*Clayborn Temple*
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Morpheus paces the floor of his office as he mutters to himself about ungrateful management who want to demean that very teachings that He had worked so hard to engrain into Serenity’s brain. The fact that she is working hard and having to deal with slobs who have no business being in the country let alone BCW has pushed her into a tailspin that Morpheus has been hard pressed to snap her out of. Of course, she has won both of the GateKeeper matches that she has been put in but it doesn’t seem like there is anything else planned for her at the moment. He was lost in his thoughts as the rest of the temple was busy rebuilding to its former glory.

There is a knock at the door startled one of the cleaning crew that was wiping down one of the pews. The startled woman meekly walked to the door and looked through the window. Standing on the other side of the door is a delivery person standing there looking confused as they were wondering if they had the right address. The woman cracked the door slightly and peered at the poor soul. “Can I help you with something?” The guy looked up from the clipboard and stared at the woman. He thumbed through his notes for a moment before he addressed the woman.

Delivery Guy: I apologize for disturbing you but I have a delivery for a Ms. Karena Coy. I was told that this is the address that she was staying at.

The woman’s face contorted into a pained expression. She quickly looked around behind her for a moment before she looked at guy.

Woman (whispering): We don’t say that name too loudly around here. That is a good way to be punished. I know who you are referring to and I can make sure that she gets the package.

The guy stared at her with a confused look for a moment before he sighed and shrugged his shoulders before moving the proper papers to the top of the clipboards. He handed the board to the woman so that she can sign for the package. The woman hastily signed the papers before shoving the board into the guy’s hands. The guy shook his head as he motioned to the three boxes that were sitting on the ground beside him. “Thank you for signing for these. I will leave these with you to give to the poor trapped girl.” The woman slid the boxes inside the door before slamming it in the driver’s face. The woman grumbled to herself about disenfranchised youth having no respect for the elderly. She attempted to pick up the boxes before calling for one of the other workers to pick up the boxes before she led the way down the stairs to the door of Serenity. She motioned for the boxes to be put on the ground before shooing the other away.

Woman: Serenity, dear. There is a delivery for you at the front door.

Serenity: Throw it in the fucking trash. I don’t deserve anything on this day.

Woman: Dearie, that is no way to talk. I doubt that whoever sent this to you would be happy to hear you talk like that. It’s not often that you have someone that calls you by your real name anymore.

There is a flurry of footsteps from the other side of the door before the door is yanked open. Standing in the doorway is disheveled looking Serenity with bloodshot eyes. She had no makeup on which helped hide the fact that she had been crying. Noticing the note taped to the top of one of the boxes. ‘To my lovely Coybird. Love, T.’
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