[Days after him being bailed out, he is back at home where his baby mama, who resembles slightly as Jlo in here robe and haircurlers on her head comes at Reggie when he was trying to pack his things for Washington in his suitcase.]
Dolaria: Chicho, you’ve been back home since last Tuesday, and now you’re leaving to got to DC? I haven’t been able to think about you wrestling again. When you told me that you’d quit this business you meant that once we had Miranda together.
Reggie: Look, i wanted to give up on this dream of being a wrestler, but if you know how we are living; we need the money to move out of the hood. Plus, i know you liked me better when i was locked up.
Dolaria: That’s not true Reggie! I missed you since you gotten arrested all those years ago. I was there when you ran out of the korean shop with Hernandez and Muteriaz, i was the get away driver for you guys. I knew those two set you up to take the fall for them, so don’t act like i don’t care about you.
[Reggie was still packing his suitcase, then he hears a ringer on her phone. He noticed it said “Hernedez: Meet me outside” on her notification. She takes the phone and puts it in her pocket, acting like she didn’t notice the text. Reggie unfazed by her disloyalty kept on packing his things to the airport. Then his now six year old Miranda, in her little dress and wand comes into the room.]
Miranada: Daddy daddy! I missed you so much... i want you to stay home with mommy and me!
[Reggie then kneels on his knee, as she waves her wand over his head. Then he places his hand on her shoulder.]
Reggie: I’m sorry mi hija, your papi has to go to DC at six in the evening. How about this, when i get back home; i will take to the ice cream shop down the street. You can get any flavors you want.
Miranda: Can i get a strawberry unicorn with sprinkles ontop?
Reggie: Yes, you can. Look i want you to go to the living room, i know grannie Yukia is waiting for you.
Miranda: Yuck, i don’t like her, she smells like old dirt and watches too many news on TV.
[Doloria then gives her the mean glare, and she hops herself out of the room. Then we see her answering the phone, then Reggie looks out the window to see Hernandez who resembles The Juice, in a suit, standing in front of his car. Then both of them head out of the house to encounter him.]
Hernandez: Ah yes, my friend is back from prison. I wonder if your girl gotten lonely with you not around.
Doloria: Hernandez, get out of our neighborhood before they call the cops on us!
Hernandez: you think they care? These people don’t care, so i can stay whenever i want. So Reggie, who bailed you out of jail?
[Reggie doesn't answer him, as he starts to caress on Doloria. Reggie just let him have his way with her, since he already been told about her affair with him. He goes back into the house, and comes back out with his suitcase.]
Hernedez: Where do you think you’re going Reggie, you didn’t answer my question. Who the fuck bailed you out of prison?
Reggie: Man, just leave me alone i have a plane to catch at LAX shortly. Also, you can have her since you took her from me while i was in prison.
[Miranda comes outside to hear the commotion, and she over hears him saying he’s leaving San Diego for good, and starts to cry. Dolaria comes to hold her, as Reggie’s uber came right on time to leave the area. He goes up to her for the final time. ]
Reggie: I’m not sorry about this Miranda, its for the best that your mother and her little drug pushin gringo, be in your life. I am not cut out for being your father...
[Reggie then leaves his daughter and baby mother alone to sorrow, as he gets in his uber and rides off into the airport.]
In DC
[About seven hours later into the night, a jet lagged Reggie is in a hotel not too far from the arena. We see him in his black short, black shirt, and black boots with red bandanna over his head. As he walks in a “busy” chinatown, he stumbles upon a karaoke club. He goes inside, and looks at the 50% capacity of the crowd with masks on their faces. He encounters one of the patrons.]
A Patron: Sir in order be in this club, you need to put on a mask over your mouth, don’t you know it’s covid-19 season?
Reggie: Oh my bad i forgot, uh...
[Reggie takes the bandanna off his head, and uses it as a mask to cover his mouth. As he sit down, we see the host up on stage, speaking to the small, six feet apart, crowd.]
The Host: That was banger by Kelly for her rendition of Get This Party Started by Pink. Due to some no showers, we are willing to let someone hop in on stage, so any takers?
[While everyone was speaking among themselves, we see the host looking at Reggie. As he was leaning back on the chair, the host pointed to him.]
The Host: We got ourselves a newbie, come up on stage!
[Reggie hops on stage, and gets a six feet apart handshake from him. Then he lets him pick song off the list, and he shakes his head at the option.]
The Host: Okay folks, we got Reggie out of San Diego who’s going to perform Stress The World by Del The Funky Homospa--
[Before the host can finish, the song plays, and we see Reggie straight up rapping the song in fully. We see people bobbing their heads to him. About ten minutes later, as he finished we see the people clapping for his rendition of the song. He leaves the stage, and he see’s three twenty something year old girls coming up to him.]
Bonnie: Like so cool, like what is the song name?
Reggie: ...
Franny: He’s like so not talking to us.
Georgia: Let’s leave him alone, he’s not in the mood to deal with us. He’s an out of towner any way.
[Then we see Reggie crack a smile at the three ladies, and he manages to speak to them. Then all of them leave the club, as the scene fades with the image of the head of The Jester’s decapitated head mounded right next to Red-X’s.]
\\\\ Let’s be upfront and real///////
“As I stand here in the front of the Capital One Arena, it was my dream be here to watch all the basketball games, and even where I had my first concert experience when Rage Against The Machine almost caused a riot back in 2000. I was about like fourteen then, and managed to sneak in to most of those shows with my friends. We didn’t have any tickets, and pretended to be one of the gaurds to let in for free, we got caught once during a Daddy Yankee tour, but they let us off with a warning. Me and my friends where bad then, and now most of them are probably have a wife and kids with a white picket fence to boot.
Why am i getting jealous of that fact? I don’t know, its mostly due to my upbringing being a foster kid at the age of four. Broken homes, drug pusher/abusers, missed child payments, all the ingredients of what made me have this stress on my world, at only the age of 33. Well enough of my life story, now it’s time to write another one with a soon to be fucked up, THE Jester.
Where the fuck are you Jester, you managed to make a grandiose appearance, just for you to go up in smoke. Maybe it’s that purple kush, that is making you not wanting to show your face in the XWF. This is the reason why i brought myself back into the scene, to wipe out these fakes and flakes, and time wasters who plague upon this company payroll (if that exist). They will end up seeing a massacre that is to come onto the jester, since he couldn’t bark himself up to tree like myself.
I mean it’s been almost two weeks i haven’t watched any of his promos, maybe they aren’t good enough to be recorded to the public, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to get spared the deadman’s hand. I don’t gamble much, but if he’s the joker, then i’m the ace of base; since i saw the sign, that he is going to be destroyed by my own omission.
So in short, The Jester is going to be forgotten one off joke of a character who’s going to wish he stayed in clown school, or stayed in the circus. I mean, Jester, my friend you couldn’t even hold up against Dink The Clown in real fight. So this is your last time you are going to be even relevant here in this place, once i defeat you i will move on to something while you stay in the corner of obscurity.
Fans who are going to watch this match, this isn’t going to be no clean cut shit. I am taking this clown to Chinatown to South East DC, where real men fight to prove themselves. He’s going to feel the Aztec Sunrise on that mat, that he will end up seeing his life pass by in an instant once i pin his broken body.
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