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Reggie's Abandoned TV Tape 1
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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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11-04-2021, 09:50 AM


[Far removed from his last match against Thaddeus Duke, he’s been pretty away from XWF and cut off contact with everyone involved. He’s now just sitting at home, watching TV and working out in his little gym in his basement, as he was working out he see’s a box that he stored underneath a table, and he opens to see pictures of his friends and family. As he reminisces, we see his past moments within the fed until his hiatus. A few weeks past by, and Reggie was in his therapist new office that was an hour away from his home, and he see’s her writing down his words and thoughts, as she looked at him.]

Reggie: You see Victoria, I am just in a state of depression, it feels like I have lost myself into my own vices of drugs and alcohol. I mean, ever since I took that long hiatus from the ring I ended up doing bad things to myself to pass the time.

Therapist: Well Reggie, for as long i’ve known you, it seems to me like you had past traumas in your life that lead you into this state of vices. What is the root of your vices?

Reggie: You see, since I was like sixteen years old I got involved with some shady people in my high school and I ended up taking some kinda drugs, something like cocaine, to subdue my own struggles in my adopted parents home.

Therapist: Didn’t you tell me that you were an immigrant who fled to America as a young man? You did tell me that you and your extended family had to leave, due to a fire that was set ablaze by a gang at your parent’s house.

[Reggie then puts his head down, and looked to the side, as she wrote in her notes. Then she stars one of his notes, and she puts on her glasses to read it.]

Therapist: Isn’t that the reason why you joined a gang at 28 years old in San Diego?

Reggie: Well, I had to find a new hustle for myself and keep in mind I wasn’t in the best state of mind as I joined it. I had no family, and I wanted to be in something that gave me that type of feeling.

Therapist: Well Reggie, you know yourself then I can even imagine, and I know that for a fact that you needed to join a gang tells me what I need to know. Do you think you can go back to kinda of lifestyle?

Reggie: No, I did time for that gang and i’m never going back there again. One of them who took my baby mama away from me, put in jail in the first place over some dope in the trunk I had no clue about. Fuck it, I can’t go to far into it… just consider the fact that I am having a hard time to get myself off the negative energy and vices.

Therapist: Well Reggie, I can refer you to a rehab facility that can help you withdraw from the vices you carry after the session is over, but what I want you to know is that you need to have an outlet where you can express yourself. What do you like to do that is expressive?

[Reggie then pulls out some pictures out of a paper bag, and shows it to her. She looked at them each, and smiles at how well he took those pictures. But one of the pictures she looked disturbingly at is the red sea where he threw the X-Treme title in a river last January. She also noticed a shadow entity in the river holding the belt, as Reggie looked at her questingly.]

Reggie: So what do you think?

Therapist: They are all great, but this one picture you took got me puzzled, why is there a shadow person on the water holding a title?

Reggie: What entity?

[She shows him the photo, and he noticed it too. He simply tears the picture up in half and tosses them in the trash, and she handed him back his remaining photos he placed back in the paper bag.]

Reggie: You know what, that photo is apart of my relapse, I had this demon friend who got into my dark side, who still haunts me to this day. I try to stray away from her calling, but sometimes…. man, fuck it Victoria, i’m just a broken down mess.

[His therapist noticed that it was half past four, and she packs up her stuff as Reggie also heads out of her office with paying her his co pay of 10 dollars. After he left of facility, he drove himself back home, and was doing some more workouts to pass the time, then he noticed his cell phone ringing and on his caller ID read “Whitney” and he answers the phone.]

Reggie: Hello Whitney?

Whitney: Hey Reggie, I had tried to contact you for over two weeks, and is everything alright with you?

Reggie: Eh, i’m trying my best, I just left my therapist a few hours ago.

Whitney: Okay that’s good, Reggie the main reason why I called you today is to let you know that I am having a baby shower and me and my new husband wanted to invite you to it. I know your busy and all, but i’d like for you to stop by.

[As she was talking, Reggie then looked befuddled at the mirror as he she told him whole bombshell about a baby shower. Then he lifted up his 10 pound weight, and switched his hands with it twice. Then he puts the weight down and she was still on her phone speaking.]

Whitney: Hey Reggie, are you there?

Reggie: Yeah, uh I got busy with some stuff. What is you were trying to say?

Whitney: Oh yeah, the shower is on by this coming next Saturday from now. Do you think you can make it then?

Reggie: Oh no, I got flight to Alaska by this coming Thursday morning and won’t be in town. I got myself back on the road to wrestle again, and I am sorry if I can’t make it. I’ll try to send you and your child something while i’m over there.

Whitney: Ah man, that sucks, but thanks for letting me know. I hope to hear from you when you are off the road again. I’ll talk to you later, Reggie.

[Reggie said later back to her and ended the call. Then he checked on his email to see that she sent an e-invite on his email for the shower with a registry. He placed his phone down on the table, and went back to work out, as the scene fades.]


====Tell Your Friends, That I Am Back=====

“I live in sin, I am in sin, and i’ll never be able to dropkick away the sins and vices that plagues my life. I can beat up those negative thought, but what good will it do if it comes back around as a sign? It all varies, but I know for me it’s just a overall a terrible joyride for my own mental state of being high all the time. Sometimes, i feel like I want to just end it all and forget who the hell I am as human and as a wrestler. But the thing is, I fear the unknown and uncertainty for my own well-being, and it’s been that way since I was young man in Mexico, where the unknown and uncertainty was the way of life for me.

Once in a while, I have memories that are so dark that not even I could tell a soul about as they see me afar and think that life is so sweet…..

When in reality it isn’t for me.

But for now, it’s time for me to think about something else more productive and better, and I have decided to come back to the ring, and I couldn’t let up the shot at the tournament for a shot at the TV title at the Bad Medicine PPV coming soon, and my first round opponent is a newcomer who’s pretty much setting the world on fire within the XWF company. I mean, he’s a real Omega within a bottle, who might end up being the one to advance to the next couple of rounds of this thing.

His name is Cage Coleman, a rookie who has all the world at his feet, has all the wrestling newsletters all going to blab him on as the next sensation for XWF and all of wrestling. A man who reminded me of myself prior to my hiatus within this company, when I had the same fire and determination like he does. The man toured the world in many years of his in ring career and had ring rats as far as he can stick his five star dick in without any diseases to share among his hoes.

A man who I must admit, yes he might be over then me, but can he handle a rugged afro-latino like myself?

Cage, you might be the one who might have to suffer all the ring rust I have built up in a course of three and half month period or so. I might end up hurting you so badly that they would have to take me out of the tournament for everyone’s safety, because I can be a wild and a loose cannon pendejo in a second. While you might worry about your costumes and limelight, I am more worried about fighting to keep the lights on in home, and keeping myself from going to a dark place.

I know that you might have better edge of clout and social media followers, that doesn’t mean that you can handle me in the ring. I am not a sumo wrestler, a faux Italian man, and a former quckie mart employee who moonlighted as a wrestler; while yes, you tore down the house with those guys and drew millions of dollars, it basically means you are just a whore for the exposure.

Now I see why Corn——Blankenship called you a piece of manure, and it’s not for the reason(s) you think it is. Also, last time i checked you anit Lord Alfred Hayes so keep that in mind when you fuck those ring rats, they’ll tell you what you want just so you can pay them in hush money to make yourself more valuable than you seem.

Cage, you don’t know who you are messing with and even if I do or don’t advance in this tournament, I promise that when I get back in that ring, all the world will know and see how shitty you are as a fluke and a full of gassed out ego that needs to deflate at some point in your rookie against a man like myself.

So, you can keep all that IWC crowd happy with your flippy, zippty woo hah factor in and out of the ring. You can have a small “monitory” complain that man like me is holding you down, when in reality it’s the opposite of that. I want to break you and mold you into a man that you truly can be Cage, and maybe you’ll see where I am coming from. If not, then it’s just means that I need to prove to these people that flash in the pans aren’t going to survive in a jungle like this, and you might need to reconsider your chances of being in the company by the end of the night and tournament.

Be ready to tell your friends and family, and your fans that you are going to have fight for your life against a man like me who doesn’t give a fuck who get’s hurt…

It’s all just a brutal job at the end of the day, with or without a TV in sight.”

A Flithy Animal
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3x X-Treme Champion
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