[Ever since 2016, Reggie had his last match in Warfare with three guys who left the insane asylum that is called XWF. He then had moved to San Diego, and had a normal but stressful life. He then ended up joining a mexican gang called “Los Terribles”; and he had a hard time in that gang lifestyle, his breaking point was when he had to do a three to six year prison sentence for a shooting at a Korean corner store owner, which he had no part of. Now, we see Reggie in a pink jumpsuit with “50182” on the back of the suit, and he heads to where there is visitation room, and he see’s John Black with Mr. After Hours by his side. As they sit six feet apart from one another on the bench, Reggie has a smile on his face.]
JB: Yo Reggie, it’s been like almost like five years since i’ve seen you in the XWF. I know you used to live in B-More, what happened after that last Warfare?
Reggie: Hey man, i just ended up retiring from the in ring thing. It wasn’t like I wasn’t going to be getting ahead in that place. So I moved out of Maryland, and deicded to find a better life in San Diego, i even have a baby mama and a five year old duaghter who miss me.
JB: Oh i didn’t know all that man, well I mean i know i miss you for the simple fact that you are free and wild afro-latino i know. Well how long you are in the jail for?
Reggie: Look man, I don’t even know, but I do know that i got eligibility for parole, or a choice of bail for 50G. I know my baby mama nor her grannie got that kind of dough.
[Then JB and Mr. After Hours then speak with one another themselves privately. Then they both nod thier heads in agreement.]
Mr. After Hours: Okay so Reggie, you said 50G to bail you out right?
Reggie: Yeah man, wait who are you?
Mr. After Hours: Hey, i’m JB and Tommy’s manager for XWF. Been doin it for sometime now, and he told me to come with him to San Diego to look for you. Aren’t you the guy who JB had given the name to all those years ago?
Reggie: What name? I don’t know no name..
Mr. After Hours: Wrestler82 i think... oh yes Wrestler82. He ended up going by John Black, because originally pre-2012 he went under that name in XWF.
[JB rolls his eyes at him, as Reggie just realized that was his former in ring name.]
JB: Okay okay, Hours, Reggie was a fan of mines and i decided to give him that name. Oh hell, I had no idea that his father in ring name was Wrestler81. I was fan of his work also, which got me into this wrestling thing in the first place. So in short, Wrestler82 is Reggie.
Reggie: Aight then, well what does the name have to do with anything now?
JB: Look Reggie, me and After Hours will bail you out of jail. We want you to work with THUGS that includes Tommy and Hours in XWF. Although, we are also some “henchmen” for Brotherhood of Baddies, you don’t have to worry that. I want you to represent us, the wild man from all those years ago; the man who takes no shit from anyone. So Reggie, are you in or are you out?
[Reggie then looks at them both, while rubbing his chin to decide to stay in jail and rot away, or take a chance at his in-ring shit again. After abut a split second decision, he nods his head at both of them. Mr After Hours has a smile on his face, and the guard told Reggie to leave the visitation room. As weeks passes by, we see Reggie at the front door of the jail in his shorts, black t-shirt, and chuck taylors on waiting for Hours and JB to pick him up. They come up in this fancy car, and Reggie hops in the back seat and they drive off.]
Reggie: Hey guys, i am glad you bailed me out of that dump. I gotten tired of looking at the cell. Were you guys able to pay off that bail for me?
JB: Yeah, I paid half and Hours paid the other half. So now, since you are a free man, what are you plans with XWF?
[Hours then interrupts there convo, and pulls to the side of the road. He then turns his head around to look at Reggie, with a sense of distain for the money he had to pull up.]
Mr. After Hours: Look Reggie, since we bailed you out... we have some plans for you back in XWF. The first thing we do, is have you attack the X-Treme champ Jones. Then I want you to be affiliated with Ms Direction and Graves; and I want you to be responsible for attacking people post matches to spread the message that THUGS don’t play... got it?
Reggie: Hold up, when are you going to tell me what to do? I am an grown ass man who wants to plan things out for himself. I don’t need you to tell what I need to do. Also, JB said that I have no purpose for some fake ass villains who gonna drop em like a sack of potatoes.
Mr. After Hours: Look motherfucker, either you do as a I say or i’ll dump your ass back in jail you dirty mexican! JB is a fool for making me encountering you.
[Reggie wasn’t having that shit, and gets out of the car. JB and Hours look at one another, and started to argue for a good minute. Then JB gets out of the car, while Hours drives off without them; JB takes his sweet time to find Reggie, who ended up at the nearest gas station sitting at the benches alone. JB sits besides him, and he tries to speak to him.]
JB: Hey Reggie, just don’t mind him he’s a demanin mother fucker. I don’t like him, nor does my partner either. He’s just more of a mouthpiece kinda guy; and nothing more of a coco addict to boot. Look Reggie, i want you to know that I want you back into the company as much as the fans do, I know that you can’t provide much on no income for your baby mama and your daughter.
Reggie: Fuck off cabron, you don’t know my life. I had reasons on why i left XWF, but all comes down to the fact that I had no passion for it anymore. I left after that fatal four way match, and it wasn’t like they cared about me in anyway. Shit, I still remember the time when I did a somethin with Steve Sayors about a match i had, everyone came after me like if I broke kayfabe or sumthin.
[Reggie then looks at the door, and see’s people comin in and out of it, as if he wanted to not continue with the conversation. But then shallows his pride and looks at him.]
Reggie: Shit, I question why i even wasted my time with XWF after that. So I just moved myself away to San Diego, but then realized that it wasn’t cracked up to be. So now, you know my story, and why I had to leave the car. Hours is just like those people who think being in control is the way to go, and be all so demeaning towards me.
JB: Reggie, I know you had a hard time in your life. I know you had a broken childhood home like myself, but that doesn’t mean you should just give up on being the best you can be. Hell look at me, I managed to flea B-More for some shit i’ve done did, and not once of a tear shed within my eye. So fuck it though, I want you do what you want to, and make up your own rules. So if you are down to be back in XWF, give me some dap.
[As JB extends his hand out for some dap, Reggie was a bit hesitant. Then Reggie daps JB, and both me smile at one another. Then somehow, Mr. After Hours finds them at the gas station, and honks at em to get in the car.]
JB: Let us drop you off home, you know where you live man?
Reggie: Yeah 2345 Tackorma Street, its about 48 miles west from here. It shouldn’t take to long, if thats gonna be a problem i’ll walk it out myself, don’t want to be a bother.
JB: Nah man, just hop in the whip and will drop you off. Just remember, you can roll with me and Tommy in XWF anytime. We’ll be around.
[Then the both men enter Hour’s whip, and drives off from the gas station, as the scene fades off.]
=== Guess who’s back?=====
“Free from jail, well mostly been bailed out by my homie JB and Hours in this case; this is the main chance of having a new life outside those 23 n 1 lockdowns, and harassment, and overall a general lack in the system. I’ll admit that being in jail, is much more worse than being in the XWF; ever since i had fell out of fucks to spare in the company, i just said fuck it and moved out from the cold east side into the Out West, where all sun at all times. Yeah the earthqukes are a bitch, but what the fuck can I do about it; like Tony Tone Toni! Said it doesn’t rain in southern California. What does it all mean?
It’s simple, it means that there isn’t much fucks to be spared among the people. In this case with The Jester; whom i’m facing in Washington DC for my first night back on XWF’s payroll. While i’m established enough, he’s a just plain ol rookie within my own eyes.
Jester, you can be clownin yourself around, and be tap dancing yourself to the top. If that’s your prerogative, then good for you; but me, i don’t play that shit. I hate clowns, and you will be the first person who i can beat some clown ass legally. So if you want to prove you have the titanium steel balls to face me, then step right up and come claim your prize you can never ever get in my carnival of pain and misery.
You see fans, for as long i’ve been away from the company i had this desire to just want to kick some ass once again; and The Jester is the gatekeeper to but the boots on em. I could careless if I come in or out as the winner, because this is just a way to get to these people that Wrestler82 is here with a vengeance, and he’s still got that fire he once had. I know all those marks are gonna be bitchin about me being back in a ring, and how old and outdated i’ve become in the current times. Fuck those marks and culo’s who be on Gunn’s and Glimour’s dicks for street cred.
This match isn’t going to be just a one off carnival joyride, i’m gonna make sure that The Jester doesn’t have any more dancing and sucking n’ jivin ability once i beat the ever loving piss out of him. Voy a destruir a este estúpido payaso y hacer que se arrepienta de enfrentarme!”
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