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Gatekeeper Match; La Reina de Campanas vs. Justice Deville
Topic Started: Mar 19 2017, 04:47 PM (16 Views)
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Gatekeeper Match
La Reina de Campanas vs. Justice Deville
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“Flo~rider”




There is something about an authentic slice of Americana that once you see it, you do recognize it instantly. Just like if you walk into one of those damn near legendary roadside diners that made great pit stops for those who made their living on the road or while in transit between destinations..ideal for people in the wrestling business.


???: “Excuse me, Flo?!”


A big man with a pair of shades (while indoors) and an aquamarine colored bandana, goatee a surprisingly flashy looking promotional jacket for a steakhouse yelled out, a waitress who was working the counter glanced over at the big man who was hunched down over his plate, scooping up a greasy serving of eggs and bacon strips.


He kept filling his mouth, chewed and while you couldn’t see his eyes from behind the shades you did see his brows arch to a frown.


???: “Come on, Flo, Service goddamn it!”


The employee, wiping up the service counter with a rag and some windex shook her head. This was not one of those fancy restaurants where they had maitre d’s or whatever them butler types really were, hell she worked there for the tips and that laugahble minimum wage, she wasn’t going to jump every time some asshole showed up acting like he owned the world..yet if she wanted a tip, what was precisely what she had to do.


Walking on over, the working class heroine of ours took a bit of a breath, stopped by the booth and leaned in on close.


Waitress: “Excuse me sir, did we have a problem here?”


Slamming his knife and fork down the man looked up at her, which was easy for him as he sat up, getting a good look at her button down shirt which wasn’t fashionable or comfortable..hell if it was any -ble it was “miserable”.


Man: “You are goddamn right we have a problem, look at this plate Flo, look at it!”


She eyes at the plate then at him and back at the plate.


Waitress: “You finished with your serving then, sir?”


Man: “I ate the whole damn thing didn’t I? Goddamn it Flo, there was not enough sauce, besides where the hell are my pancakes?!”
It was her turn to arch a brow, this was in question though.


Waitress: “Pancakes..sir?”


Looking like the big man was ready to flip his lid, his face got more colour, might have been because of the fact that the air conditioning at the diner was busted and he was sweating or it might have just been anger.or upcoming indigestion, you never know with these greasy spoon joints, right?


Man: “I ALWAYS HAVE PANCAKES FOR DESSERT and don’t you try stiffing me with the syrup either, Flo. I ain’t done paid you for half a dessert did I?!”


She had bit her tongue long enough, now in as tender of a tone as possible she rectified him.


Waitress: “You haven’t paid anything yet sugar, you haven’t got your check.2


He was having none of that flirt though.


Man: “..and at this rate I never will since still don’t see any goddamn pancakes?! DINE! HEY DINE! THE HIRED HELP is acting like some sort of fucking stooge, trying to ransom me for more money before the pancakes!”


Sure enough, a woman more familiar to BCW fans, the manager of one half of the BCW Tennessee Tag Team Champions, Undine came out of the bathroom area, rolling her eyes.


Undine: Calm it, J. Darling, please get J his pancakes, he’s been working really hard, and he’s got a big match coming up. Your tip in advance.


She says rummaging through her purse and handing “Flo” a couple bills.


Which she immediately stuffs down that miserable shirt of hers, in case the manager was watching.


Waitress:”..pancakes, plenty of syrup, right?”


The man known to her manager as J was none other than Justice Deville, a wrestling icon, legend and all & all a household name around the world..even if you may have never heard of him.


Justice: “Hey, bring me a six pack while your at it?”


Ticking her tongue the waitress flicked her hair back.


Watress:” I’m sorry sir, but we don’t serve alcohol with our breakfast here..”

She goes towards the kitchen and Justice grumbled.


Justice: “We don’t serve alcohol with our breakfast..what a fucking mark!”


He reached under the table, pulled out a sixpack clicked open a can of beer.


Undine: “Told you Justice, having a manager makes your life on the road a lot easier, I come prepared.”


Damn near necking the beer down Justice drops the can under the table, camouflaging any commotion with a more audible burp.


Justice: “Damn, right. That’s why this whole thing is going be such an easy trip to do. This place this here..Bullshit Championship Wrestling has some sort of gimmick thing known as Gatekeeper match and I’m going to walk on in there, take that there gatekeeper of theirs apart and earn myself a sweet contract for a steady payday.”


Undine: “Bluff Championship Wrestling.”


Cupping an ear Justice looked at her.


Justice: “What was that?”


Undine: “It’s called BLUFF Championship Wrestling, Justice.”


He nodded.


Justice:”That’s what I said, Bluff City Wrestling, look The fact of the matter is that this skirt they got over there..that Sensitivity or whatever the hell was it.”


Undine: “Serenity, her name was Serenity.”


Justice: “Aww shit, she died? Poor thing..these matches must be pretty hardcore.”


Undine: “No, she’s not dead J, she probably still is called Serenity, but she ain’t a bloody gatekeeper anymore though..they got a new one.”


Justice: “Yup, me!”


She grabs him by the ear giving it a playful tug.


Undine: “No, not you..at least not yet, no it’s a woman though, someone who beat Serenity La Reina De Campanas, Queen Of The Bells I think it means, my spanish is a bit rusty.”
Leaning back on the seat, Justice popped open another beer, drinking on it while “Dine” explained some background to him, he puts the beer down and nods.


Justice: “Well, I’ve worked against the toughest damn technicians in Tijuana, back in 88’ we had a sixteen Mexican battle royale all against me, It was a Gringo on a pole match and those brown bastards wanted to make my gorgeous ass to a damn pinjata so, I eliminated all of them, Santo, Cinco De Mayo, Hijo De Puta, Perro Del Muerte..Speedy Gonzales..”

He sat there naming one by one, counting with his fingers, Undine seemed like she had heard this story before, or countless like it.


Undine: “Get on with it, we got a camera here for ya..”


That snaps Deville out of memory lane.


Justice:” Huh? Where?”


Dine, pointed at the camera that filmed them from beside the table.


Justice: “Huh..damn woman, can’t you let a man finish his breakfast first?!”


Undine: “Hey, life of a legend Justice, got something to say to your opponent?”


Turning to the camera Justice clears up his throat.


Justice: “Sure, BCW..Memphis, Tennessee.. I know I haven’t been back since that episode that happened in Tupelo, Texas Death Match..loser leaves Memphis..when it turned out that the man with the pencil had his nephew rob the booking office and left with my envelope and subscription to the finest and simply the best adult articles and wrestling knowledge in the business..but I’m coming back. Now and I’m gonna come back with a score to settle. So you better get your asses to some of those tickets, tell your friends, tell your family but just don’t tell my ex-wife!”


Undine seemed taken by surprise with that.


Justice: “I’m serious Dine, not a word to her..still owe some child support from 93’”


She made a zipper motion over her mouth.


Undine: “Mums the word, Justice.”


She winks at the camera and goes back to listening to this.


Wiping some sweat in relief Justice gets back to the camera.

Justice: “..so April 2nd, Mount Bluff your wayward son Justice Deville is coming home and La Cucaracha, you ain’t gonna be nothing but a goddamn cockroach under my alligator skin boot. I’m gonna take you kids to school and teach you all how to tell a story in the ring, I’ll work you out and spin you around and tie your sweet mexican ass in a knot if I have to! Because JD, is a legend of this business and I don’t just ooze charisma and raw sex appeal, I deserve and demand respect, because without me..without the best of 28 series Last Lexingtonian Standing Suicide match with Bad Back Bart in 81’..none of you would have a damn thing to talk about in this business. So on April 2nd, the jokes are over and La Cucaracha will be meeting with my boot and once a man as big as me, puts my foot down on you...you stay down..wishing you were six feet underground..Dine, hit the music!”


Undine reaches under the table to pull out a old boombox, clicking on the play and a tape starts rolling, we hear the distinct tune of..you guessed, it “La Cucaracha”, one of the most recognizable and stereotyped Mexican songs in the recent history.


While this all was taking place the waitress returns with a big ol’ plate of pancakes, buried in syrup.


Waitress: “What the hell are you two making a ruckus over here for..””


She see’s the opened up beers.

Waitress: “..IS THAT OPENED BEER ON THERE?!?”


Getting up Justice grabs the plate, while Undine already being more nimble made her out of the booth.


Justice: “..I think we are gonna have to have these to go..Flo...START THE CAR DINE!”


The two of them dart out of the diner, Justice knocking Floor over, she trips on the empty beer can, rolling from under the table landing on her ass while La Cucaracha keeps on playing.


Waitress: “HEY WAIT A MINUTE! GET BACK HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU DIDN’T EVEN PAY FOR THE BREAKFAST YET…..


Then she realizes something, taking her just recieved tip..rolls it open to see it being a one dollar bill, rolled up in a wad of plain ol’ paper. Fuming with anger she sits on the floor and the last thing we hear before the diner doorbell chimes as the duo exit is the angered shriek of the betrayed waitress


Waitress:”... AND MY NAME IS MARY!”


While La Cucaracha ends the camera spots a convertable, speeding away, Undine behind the wheel and Justice riding shotgun, munching down on those goddamn pilfered pancakes!

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THREE COUNT
(On Camera)


We open with a view of the ringside area of Mount Bluff, where we see the brand new gatekeeper, La Reina de Campanas, seated upon the top turnbuckle, kicking her legs in the air like a small child sitting on a swing in the playground.

Reina: Soooo... they all said it couldn’t be done. That the mighty Gatekeeper was just a sham, a way to get cheap labour and opponents to build up a future star. Well... I say balls to that with bells on, I had an opportunity, and I took it, and now I am Senorita Gatekeeper extraordanaire. So as you see from this... the challenger becomes the champion, El Cheddar Grande so to speak, and now I have no doubt a whole host of potential challengers lined up... assuming I beat the first one of course, A hokey hicky man by the name of Justice Deville. Who is almost certainly the biggest wrestling name you’ve never heard of! Because he seems to think he’s all that and a taco full of spicy beef, but I don’t know him from Adam. Whomever Adam is.

She shrugs.

Reina: So being the Gatekeeper has its own unique challenges, because you have to take opponents at face value. I tried searching for Justice Deville on BING, but all I found was a lot of crummy shoots with copius amounts of drinking and Undine in low cut tops. And no-one wants to look at a near forty year old woman with her tortillas half out, so I passed on that. So we then just have to look at what we know about Justice. Journeyman, will do any job, likes to eat but not pay, and enjuoys a good drinkie. So which one of us is supposed to be a Mexican stereotype again? Listen, vato, you might be feeling you can get your big break at the expense of the Queen of Bells... but you’re gonna need more than a few pancakes and a manager people have actually heard of to get past me, si? See, I am woman of mystery, and just when you think you have the answers, I change the questions, ese. And when I see someone like you skimping on diner bills, I think that sets a really bad example for all the little Mexican children in the barrio who look up to me vato, you dig? I am an honest, law-abiding Mexican woman who believes in hard work to reach the top, and I find it kind of sad that Senor Trump is trying to kick my brethren and I out, while you’re a bigger Yankee-ass criminal, stealing food, stealing money, stealing rats vaji-jais and all that. And so, I am going to teach you a lesson in pain, jajajaja!

She gives a big cheesy thumbs up.

Reina: So get ready Justice. We shall stand across in this very ring. And then I shall look into the eyes of the referee, and shout the three words that everyone wants to hear from the queen of bells herself!

She hops down, before pointing to the timekeeper’s table!

Reina: As was always said by my Uncle Dario in the barrio... RING THE BELL!!!

We hear a bell ringing, before we fade to black.
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