[We see a sad and depressed looking Reggie, laying in the bed, maybe contemplating suicide in the process in the wee hours of 1PM. Before he can think about that kind of inappropriate thoughts, he gets a call from Tommy which he quickly picks up.]
Reggie: Yo T, what’s up?
Tommy: I’m letting you know I’m in the town for the weekend or so, what you been up too lately?
Reggie: You know, dealing with my baby mother and her emotionally fucking me up. Guess what she did to me?..
Tommy: What was that?
Reggie: She told me she and our kid is going to not see me again.
Tommy: That’s fucked up man, and I feel for you. How about this, we should go out to this local outdoor bar down in Montego Beach tonight, and lets just have some fun. Maybe, get your mack back from being down from all that noise.
Reggie: I’ll be down for that, but here’s the thing… I don’t got a car here, and I had Zoomberd myself at this local dive in motel prior… so, yeah.. I don’t know if I can g—
Tommy: I’ll pick you up at 8PM, so you don’t got to worry about that. Just relax, and get yourself together before then… remember, don’t be focused on the bullshit, and let yourself be free. Later, Reg.
Reggie: Later, T.
[Reggie hangs up the phone, and he smiles to himself. Then as it rolled into 6PM, he hits the shower and his phone goes off, as it gone off it sent straight to voicemail from his Baby Mama whom he labeled as “Bitch”.]
“Bitch”: Hello Reggie, this me your lovely girl who wanted to say sorry to you. Hernendez cheated on me, and left me and my daughter out to dry. You were right about him, and I want you to come back home with us… please. Call me back.
[As It rolled to 7:15PM, he noticed about ten missed phone call from “Bitch” then he manages to call her back. As it rung, he hears her crying in the background as Reggie was putting on his boxers, then he sits on the bed a bit worried about the crying.]
Reggie: Hello, why are you crying on the phone with me?
“Bitch”: Because of Hernandez, he left us… and he stole my grandma’s inheritance underneath her bed. I feel like a stupid idotia to deal with that pendejo! Reggie, I want to say I’m sorry for being so cold towards you.. and I feel like I want to—
Reggie: You don’t need to say anymore, I accept your apology, but you managed to choose him over me. So, I took that as a eliges ser tratado como un perro en lugar de una reina. We could have built the foundation, but it’s time to forget about it. Like you said, you don’t want me to see you both again… so it’s farewell from me.
“Bitch”: But Reggie…
Reggie: Look, I got to go alright… Encuentra un lechón que no soy yo!
[Then he hangs up, and notices that it was 7:45pm on his phone, so he manages to pull out a black button up shirt, long shorts, and some air force ones he’s rocking on. Then he looks into the long mirror, and fixes himself then he hears his phone going off and see’s Tommy, then he heads out of the motel to see Tommy in a cheap hootpy, as Reggie enters the passenger and they drive off. Then about half an hour later, they are at the beach bar/lounge area, where Tommy and Reggie scout the place and feelin the vibes. Then as they head to a booth area, they are greeted by Tommy’s ex-fuckbud Sophia and her friend at the booth chair and they sit across from them both.]
Sophia: Well well well, if isn’t my toe sucker Tommy… how many girls you managed to get into their soles into your pervy face of yours?
Tommy: Not enough Sophia, how about I get at your friends right now…
[Then Sophia friend then gives a slight grin at Tommy, as Sophia looks at the shy Reggie who’s wondering around his eyes around the crowd. She takes a sip of her Sex on the beach as she looks at him.]
Sophia: Speaking of friends… who’s the new guy who’s with you?
Tommy: The realist X-Treme fucker in this planet, Reggie. He’s feeling down right now with some personal issues with his uh…
[Reggie then looks at Tommy, and nods his head for Tommy not to talk about that. Then we see Sophia’s friend jamming to some Return Of The Mack that’s playing from the speakers from a distance from them, and tries to bring Sophia to the dancefloor, but she wouldn’t budge. So about thirty minutes later, we see Sophia and Reggie sitting alone as they start to laugh about shit, and other things.]
Sophia: Oh man, I can’t believe you managed to almost drown in a lake in Wisconsin! How did that almost happen?
Reggie: I was doing this promo for the company, and I was standing on this rock at the lake where the show took place, so it took me about some couple of hours to find my footing for the scene. Then I managed to fall into the lake, and floundered like a fish for air! Then some local wildlife rescue team had to help me out. It was pretty funny but odd situation.
Sophia: So Reggie, how about me and you leave this area and take a walk away from the noise on the beach?
Reggie: Sure uh…
Sophia: Sophia.
Reggie: Right, right… what about your friend and Tommy?
[Then the booth see them dancing wildly to some dancehall. Then after they finished, the came back to the booth all hot and sweaty and see the two peers having great time.]
Azelia: Sophia, me and Tommy are about to go back into our AirBnB to get acquainted for the night. So, I’ll leave the front door open for you and maybe your little braided cutie can come over later to chill.
[Then we see Tommy gives him the “go for it” look at Reggie, which gives him a smile. Then Azelia and Tommy head back out on the main street, then Sophia and Reggie also leave and take a walk on the beach, as the scene fades off in black.]
“Time changes, and the flowers grown in the dirt. Well, as I am the rose to rise out of dirt of feeling like shit. It’s the Return Of The Mack, and I am here to show to rock this so called Battle Royal for a shot at a lifetime to the big time. The Grandest Stage of the them all… Leap Of Faith. I’m all for the people to get their time to rise and shine to their greatness, just like how I managed to show how great being outside of the comfort zone is; It made me realize that there is more to life then being upset over bullshit.
You see, ever since I made that first response to everyone in this thing… it wasn’t all too mean spirited and totally out there, it’s just how I tend to express myself. Sometimes, I can get too overboard and slightly full of it, which can make people feel some time of way about how I say things. To those I offended, I won’t say I’m sorry but you don’t have to take my words with a grain of cocaine in the nose to snort, but it seems to me that somone had the Artie Lange nosejob treatment. I won’t say this man’s name, since he know who he is.
Since I won’t say his name, Miss Fury already put a hit out on him. If you don’t know what I’m saying check out that bWo battle royal to figure it out. Ever since he came back here, he’s been tellin the world that it’s his destiny to walk out as the last man standing in this battle royal, which I can’t blame him. I mean, he’s the guy that even non wrestling fans would mark out for, and if he doesn’t get his way, he get’s them IWC boys complain and bitch about him not getting his fair shake.
As tempted I am to drop his name, all I can say this to him… you don’t care about my personal issues, fine… you think I’m not hungry toss these fuckers out, fine… you think I ride the coattails of THUGZ, fine… shit, I can go on about him derailing my creditability. But like what my homie Jay Z said…
Oh you not feelin me
Fine, it cost you nothin’, pay me no mind
So to that guy and to others, take this quote to mind from me. You can say all the bad things about me, and you can make me feel like I don’t belong in XWF or in this once in a lifetime shot for the big one; unlike everyone in this thing, I don’t have nothing to gain in this but, but to know that I still can eliminate people before they can even say “Change Clothes” in that Coreytopia residence. Sometimes, I tend to think that even if I reach for the brass rings, I can’t even touch it. So what if I had taken out the same guy who rolls with Drew as his hypeman… “Oh Reggie” my ass looking gringo… or to half of the people who may or may not show up to the residence in one piece, that will want to bash me in this thing. I still will not care about being chosen one like that undead biker man is anyways in this thing.
What I’ve learned in life is this, people can’t get what they want, and will have to fight for what they want. Beggars can’t be choosers, so I’m choosing to prove that anything is a reality, even If you can’t reach those brass rings. To be honest, I want to answer that guy’s last statement…
You might stand for your own selfish merits, you might stand for turning your back against your allies to get where you need to be… but for you to ask to fight and die for what YOU stand for?...
Man I’m really close to say his name, but I will not…. While you stand for wanting to take out your own for allies, and become a so called champion.. I stand for wanting to make sure people like you, don’t get to be walking away with no fucks given. Just like how I don’t give a fuck about flippin my stance on Miss Fury like you had to claim in your shoot last time.
But, as a new man, I shall be risen out of the tombs of death and sadness… and learn how to be able to not take shit to seriously, and this whole Battle Royal is a test to prove to myself that whatever shit is thrown at me, I throw the shit back at those that can’t stand to see another person shine. Well, it’s time for me to let my victims in this ring get their fifteen minutes of fame, because your time will run out if I get my hands on you in this battle royal, that includes you undead biker man.”
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