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Reggie Mixtape: whole lotta red.(rp3)
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Reggie Estrada Offline
Hombre sin plan en la vida.



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(booed by casual fans; opportunistic; often plays dirty while setting the trends)


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01-27-2021, 12:29 PM





If I wasn’t a X-Treme champion…
Would you all be so nice to me?…
If I didn’t kickout every like single week..
Would you still be down for Reggie?..
If I couldn’t hold couldn’t defended it in a ring..
And all those other perks that come with it…
Would you still be down for Reggie…
If I wasn’t a X-Treme champion?...





[The scene opens up to Reggie at a autograph signing at a local rec center in Wisconsin, he’s in his best track suit he could afford with his hair tied to the back, with his mask on his face. We see a line of people at other people’s own booths, while Reggie is sitting there looking at his phone. As he was on his phone, he puts on his wireless ear buds to listen to one of the latest podcast that XWF’s roster had done, as he zones out with it. Then about ten minutes later, he opens his eyes to see a kid who had long hair, a t shirt with “Alias” written on it with his pants who was holding a piece of paper and pen for him to sign.]

“Oh hey kid, who you want me to sign it for?”

“Yeah sign it to, Reggie Sucks…because you suck.”

“Is that right?...”

“Yeah, you just suck and I hope you lose the belt to Alias this Sunday!”

[Reggie, who wanted to punch the kid in the mouth, simply signs it to the kid and he tosses it back to him with a passive aggressive smile, and the kid walks off sticking his tongue at him. Then the next person, as an obese, cheetos dusted man with messy hair wearing two sizes small “Eat the left hand” shirt that rides his belly with his shorts comes at him with a dirty piece of paper and a cheetos dusted marker for Reggie to sign.]

“Uh… yeah… so, who is this out to now?”

[Then the obese men hocks a loogie on the table, where the belt was. Then he farts near his direction, and Reggie balled his fist over his mistreatment.]

“Yueh sen tohee my mowmeh in de room wit mue.”

“So you want me to sign this for your mother, I had no idea your mother is a fan of my work.”

“Infect I durt hav a..*wheeze* mowmeh wit mue now… I am hurr on mue accored to tell…*wheeze* that you suck!... and your reign is… *wheeze* dreaderfullelfl!”

“Thanks for the pep talk mark, tell your mother to shove this up her ass! I don’t need you to be bothering me with your you suck speech, in fact… how about this, you can spit on this belt even more.. I dare you, motherfucker!”

[Then the obese man then tries to hock another loogie on the belt, but this time Reggie gets out of his booth and starts to beat up the man. He started to punch him on the ground until he started bleeding on his nose, Reggie wouldn’t let up, until the event staff had to break it up. As they parted both men away from one another, the on lookers pulled out their phones to record this, then we see the staff letting Reggie go, and he walks to get his belt from the booth and leaves the place.]

[About three hours later, he’s back in his hotel sitting on his bed cleaning his belt until his phone blows up, and he pulls it out of his pocket to see Doloria's name, and he finally picks it up and talks to her.]

“Hello, what do you want Doloria?... I’m in a middle of something.”

“Well Reggie, if that’s how you are going to speak to me, I will hang up the phone right now.”

“Look, I’m just fucking heated right now due to this signing I was in, but anyways… what’s going on in the city of San Diego?”

“Well Reggie, my grandmother died awhile ago… Hernandez got killed in a drive by shooting at our home… and I can’t afford to pay the bills with our kid. Miranda misses you, and I miss you… please come back home to us, we really need you.”

“No you guys don’t, don’t you have Charlie Nickels to support you all? I lost to him, and I had to agree to leave you both for your sakes, and if I go back there… and leave what I got in this federation, things aren’t going to be good for me.”

“Reggie, listen to me… who cares about that? This is reality, what you are doing is all fake. No matter what you do there, is all fake… you need to come back here, and find a better and more of a real job, than you pretending to be a wrestler. Ever since you got yourself back in that ring, you had changed from the man that I used to know, the sam—”

[Reggie then paces around his room, and he hits his nightstand with his fist.]

“Same what?... hoodlum in a street gang that almost made me throw my life away?... making fast money, and supporting a drug addict like you with a child that isn’t even mine?... you don’t care about me, all you care is that you want to use me.”

“USE YOU?....WHAT ARE YOU SAYING REGGIE?... you know what, fuck you and your stupid wrestling career, you are never going to hear from me or Miranda. I hope you rot in hell, you stupid motherfucker!”

[Reggie then tosses the phone the mirror, which shatters quickly. Then he see’s a broken reflection of Lucy that was behind him, then he turns around to see no one there. Reggie then breaks into tears, as the reflection of Lucy laughs at him, then he looks into the broken mirror and speaks to her.]

“Who you laughing at?”

“You, you Reggie… you are such a broken man… maybe Whitney is right, you aren’t man enough to hold the X-Treme championship. You don’t have enough drive to be the champion, you’ve lost everything… your baby mother, your former school sweatheart… and now you gonna lose it all, including me. All things come to an end, Reggie.”

[Reggie then punches the mirror a few times until his knuckles turned bloody, then Lucy holds the belt up and it turned into the face of Alias, she makes out with it. Reggie had enough of it, and takes the title behind him, and leaves the room, and the screen goes blank.]



[Then it reopens to see Reggie at a Lake at the dead of night, in his winter coat holding the belt in the way that Austin held his belt by dragging it. As he drags it along near some rocks, he sits on one and he looks at the belt one last time, and speaks to it.]

“Nine weeks…. Nine whole weeks I’ve held you… I’ve kept you out of harm’s way, I’ve picked up the responsibility when others weren’t up to task for it… but as much I would hate to see you go, I need to learn how to forget you and anything else that stands in my way. You see, you have already chosen on who’s going to caress you, defend you, and even hold you long enough to see a 24/7 briefcase within the next Six to Ten months from now… and I won’t say his name, but you know who it is… so fuck you X-Treme Championship.. go swim with the fishes!”

[Reggie gets up and picks up the belt by the strap, and he tosses it into the lake that had red water, as it sunk deeper into the blood water, Reggie pulls out a tape recorder and plays this message…]

unknown Said:I’m driven for something beyond just a single match. That’s my context. And if you’re not driven, like you keep on hinting at - if you don’t want to be champion - well I’ll be happy to take the burden from your shoulders.

[Reggie stops the tape recorder.]

“He doesn’t it get, does he? He think’s that it’s so easy to hold a piece of tin that constantly reminds people that they are fresh meat, there’s way more at stake than he can handle. I know he has people on his side who are rooting for him, and I can’t fault them for it. Shows how much loyalty is guaranteed in the land of X-Treme, even though people come and try to do some hostile shit to ruin the company’s image…but that’s neither here or there.

If he wants to take the burden off my shoulders… then well, god be with him...because he knows that he’s on the hitlist for Left Hand and damn near everyone in the motherfucking roster if he wants to pick up this piece of tin called X-Treme championship. He doesn’t seem to look between the lines of me not being driven to hold the thing, when it’s the opposite of that… it’s more of the status more than anything else.

Oh look he’s the X-Treme champion, lets pin him..

I can so totally screw him over, if he doesn’t kickout past midnight..

Let’s all watch him keep his butthole tight at night with the belt by his side…


Any other things everyone keeps in mind as they hold the damn thing, is what I am tired of and if wants to be on that end well good for him, now he can be a slave to two masters which are his Left Hand gang and the gang of X-Treme misfits who’s going to come out at every turn to fuck him over and be the champion. All those who support him, will end up stabbing him in the back at any given time to end up like him, a paranoid and low risk, low reward personality that plagues this place.

A parasite none of the less… but what do I know? Everyone wants to be like him, admire him, and worship the ground he walks on… but to me, he’s just going to be another victim of what I can do him in the match. Before I go on, I want to play another message from this man..”


[Reggie pulls the tape out, and puts a new one in and plays it.]

unknown Said:Feeble. Small-minded. Inconsiderate. Reg, I don’t want us to be enemies, but you’re not exactly being compassionate here. I’ve been going through some stuff, yeah? And yes, The Left Hand is a big part of it. You should be aware of that, buddy. You should be concerned. This is an X-Treme Rules match. That means anything goes! That means, both you and I, should expect The Left Hand to interrupt our, how did you call it… bloody mess? Don’t tempt them with a good time, man! That’s totally up their alley! It’s damn near a given that we’re both going to have to deal with them now. Thanks for that.

[Reggie stops the tape again.]

“He proclaims that I am not passionate enough for the flight of his issues, well when you grow up in the hood you tend to not care about other people’s feelings, since it’s do or die in the streets. Everyone has to charge it to the game, and learn how to adapt within their own mindset, I know for me… Left Hand anit shit to me, and what they stand for. I know this man has beef with almost every single one of them, and I can’t say that I blame them; he had to come in and be a savior just to become crucified like Jesus or some shit like that.

Without the cross mind you, since they are all satanic n shit..

Either way, he needs to know that when you bite that hand the feeds, you take what you can get… survival of the fittest they say out in the streets. I guess he’s too afraid to fight some wanna be dark order gang, because I know if they try me in that match… I’ll catch a body and will not blink once as they try to gang up on me, I don’t know about him and his plan… but all I know is that I’ll stay strapped at all times and shoot to kill. Heartless?... sure I am.”


[Reggie places the tape recorder back into his backpack and he stares at the bloody lake.]

“All that matters to me, is end Alias and his momentum, if the stars above me highlights Alias as the champion…then so be it, but that doesn’t mean I will not put up fight. I’ve been waiting patiently for someone that I can put my hands on for this belt, that is essentially dead to me since last Christmas of 2020. As I done those kickouts, I saw a pattern of Alias and I knew right away that I had to encounter him at some point for it.

Sorta like a divine intervention of some sort.

And well, Alias your time has come for me to make you a man…. Forget that since you already showed your manliest side with your homie Corey at an Ice Cream shop not to long ago. I am going to make you X-Treme, I am going to push you beyond your limits that you can’t even image. While yes, everyone including that obese man wants you to me… I don’t want to you just win so decidedly on a whim. Oh no, we are the co-main eventing before the grandest belt match of all, so I am going to make sure you don’t come out unscathed.

I am going to break you down so much, that you are going to have an existential crisis by the time the show is over, as you lay in that ring and feel the trauma, that even Left Hand wouldn’t want to bother to torture you even further. Alias, you might believe you are destined to be the X-Treme champion…

But I have to say, is that you don’t know what’s going to happen by my hands at this ppv. So I’ll end this doo da by saying this…

The old me is dead and gone, time to start seeing red in the ring.”


[Then the camera pans to the bloody lake water, as the scene cuts to an image of a smiling Alias with blood on his face with a scream at the end… and it cuts to blank void.]

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