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Reggie Estrada · (08-23-2022)

Past Tape: Cow Palace Incident

[Reggie remembers looking at the front row at the Cow Palace Arena, and not seeing Dolorita and Miranda there, which caused him to lose his tag match against the Dolls on Warfare last time. Reggie after the match ended up locking himself in the locker room, where he was throwing things and nearly destroying a flat screen tv that was on the wall with a chair. JB then bust in the door, and takes the chair away from him, and tosses it to the floor, he then grabs his arms to the sides which caused Reggie to headbutt JB; then he shoves him to the wall to calm down, which caused Reggie to spit on his face, and he backed up as he wiped his saliva off his face.]

JB: WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU REGGIE?

Reggie: WHY DO YOU FUCKIN WANT TO KNOW!?!?!

JB: YOU ARE DESTORYING OUR LOCKER ROOM, YOU ALMOST DESTROYED THE FLATSCREEN TV! WHAT IS–

[Reggie then tries to pick up the chair again, but JB punches his sides and the two start brawling in the locker room. They kept on fighting with one another until the backstage crew had to break it up before it got worse. Then about two hours later, Reggie and JB were back in the locker room, where they sat across from one another, as Reggie had his hands on his face as JB looked on.]

JB: Reggie, why did you act out like that man? Is there something going on?

Reggie: Look, I bought those two women two front row seats to see us perform, and they didn’t bother to show up. I wasted a lot of money for them not to show up, and I feel stupid for going along with that plan.

JB: Reggie, over some tickets? You got enough shit to worry about then some fucking front row seats. You al–

Reggie: Yeah, yeah ruined backstage shit and all that… i’ll pay them back for the fucking damages if that’s what’s you gonna say. Right now, I am not in any mood to be fucked with right now.

[Then they see a Steve Sayors type of guy who wanted to interview them, but Reggie threatens the interview personnel to leave, and the guy insistent on tryin to talk to them. Reggie even got madder and pulled out a glock out of his bag, and aimed for the guy. Then some kid walks inside the room, who wanted an autograph and saw Reggie holding the gun and running out of the room screaming. The interviewer then timidly leaves the room, and Reggie put his gun down and sat back down.]

Reggie: I am a mess right now… I feel like the whole fuckin world is coming down on me. If I had the choice, I would blow my fucking brains out on this floor!

JB: NO MAN… you got something to live for! Do I need to call the hospital to take you in for the night?

Reggie: No, I don’t need that… I just… just…

JB: Spit it out man!

Reggie: I need to be alone right now, I feel like since we lost that tag match… and it due to not being focused on the girls… I feel like I am no good to roll with you and T. I feel like I am dragging you both down.

[JB does a spit take out of his water bottle, then looks at Reggie if he said sumthin stoopid. He then comes up to him, and he hugs him. He goes back to his chair, and continues to drink his bottle, then he pulls out his phone and shows Reggie the time when JB and Tommy were beaten by Dolly and Thad, and other various teams before Dolls ever came to the scene. He puts his phone back in his fanny pack, and sits back down on his chair.]

JB: You ain't draggin any of us down, hell you are a major key in our kingdom thugs. You don’t need to end it just because of a fuckin loss, all that shit is fake anyways. Didn’t you remember from the Vinny position that the Dolls needed to get over on us?

Reggie: Yeah I do…

JB: So, didn’t we do what we needed to do? I think this is a simple answer.

Reggie: Look don’t be a smart ass with me, I am just jaded about what went down that’s all man.

JB: Jaded about the loss? Man, fuck all that shit… you need to let this win in the ring mentality go. You already did the impossible with three reigns with that X-Treme belt, and I think that you don’t need to worry about shit like that at all. Look at me, I haven’t won shit on a solo tip, not even a belt. Do I sit in the back being all mad about not winning… hell nah, because so longs you get paid that all that matters. We get up and keep pushin don’t we?

Reggie: Yeah you right on that, I don’t know if my anger is towards the dolls or my family just didn’t want to show up… i am not sure, but shit…I am overthinking shit.

JB: Exactly Reggie, look you can have the hotel for the night, I am about to head out to the club with some people. Unless you wanna roll with us?

[Reggie nodded his head no, and JB smiled and he picked up his bag and left him the locker room, then Reggie then found a mirror, and slicked back his braids and had a smile on his face that would make anyone smile. Then he fixes up the locker room, and carries his stuff to leave the arena heading back to the hotel to sleep as it fades off.]

Present Tape: The Needlewood Trail

[Reggie, in his shorts and white t-shirt with his hair in a ponytail, was running in Needlewood Trail at 7am. Halfway through, he sat on one of the park benches to chill out, and he took a sip of his water jug he had on his side. Then he was a half way through it, and he refills it up at one of the water stations that was free, then once he refilled it, he gone back to his run until he reached to the end point of the trail where there was an open field with some people stretching, hanging out by the fountain, and sitting in one of many empty benches. He pulls out his mini recorder to speak into it.]

“Its half past 8am, and I came out here with a sense of purpose and renewing possibilities out in this run in the trail behind my home, I am here thinking about why I had to react like how I did last time I was in that Cow Palace arena, I knew they weren't going to show up at the front row and I knew from that point I just had to give up on the whole being a “father” thing. If my father had left me and my mother, with her six other kids, in a house fire, then he can do himself a favor and go die.

He might have died long ago… but it doesn't matter to me. I guess, it runs in the latin household to just not be around your kids, and I guess I am following that up hard as well. Am I a good man? Only God can judge that aspect of me, and I know i’ve made some mistakes in my life and career up to this point. I am not gonna lie, I have total doubt in my mind and soul that when I came out on this trail I thought I wouldn’t make it past that hill.

But something inside of me told me that I can make it past that hill, and I did. It’s like what JB told me, I'm overthinking shit. I need to stop doing that and just have fun, that’s what is missing in my life. Here I was sitting there in California ending it there, but with his words it got me to agree that yes, we lost a stinkin 'tag match, but it wasn’t like we didn’t put up a fight. We could have gone the fingerpoke of doom route, and bailed out of the arena.

It would have been funny as hell to see them mad, while we just stroll back there and told the higher ups to suck it on some D-Gen X shit, while we go back to the hotel and hit the clubs. But, something told us to just get it over with, and just fight. I can’t believe I had to go far in almost destroying a locker room just because two people, who I somehow still have love for, decided not to show up and reunite with me. It’s fine, I don’t need them… they don’t need me either, call it spade for a spade.”

[He stops the recorder, and takes a sip of his water jug, then he looks into the clear blue sky on a warm morning day. Then he sees people passing by either jogging, walking, or stretching near his vicinity. He waves at some of them, and they do the same with him. Then he turns back his records to speak.]

“Now, I have another shot on the solo tip against Ring Master, all I know about him is that he’s a tough son of a bitch, and looks like he could pass off as Brock Lesnar’s old wrestling buddies back into the 2000s. I know that he isn’t the man who anyone should be messing with, and I see why they would put me in the front lines with him. Maybe I could “tame” him like a lion, and see how far I can go within that route.

Well I think that they made a wise decision to have a fall count anywhere, because in order for me to tame this… this… beast, I need to take to the streets if I need to. Because, I know for a fact that a ring might be his best friend, and close ally, but how will he fare if I took it out to my natural trail, where people who are tryin to walk have to worry about godzilla destroying their morning or afternoon walk in the trail in peace.

There’s no peace where I will take him in, and no I will not go easy on this man. Have I ever gone easy on anyone I came across too at any point in my life? I hit my friend JB in the face with spit and that wasn’t on purpose either, that’s how my anger tends to get in high stakes situations for me. But JOB won't hold me back from taking this shit to X-Treme heights that Master has yet to Master in the ring with, I know he has more notches on the belt for being a pure wrestler.

I will not fade him on that, but does he know how to brawl a man like me? No Double Leg Takedown City for me, I will give him some few black eyes and some broken bones in the process, if a car doesn’t run him over to send him off of the road for a few weeks. I will make sure that Ring Master knows that he’s going to be in my kinda domain, where anything goes and the ref can’t do shit but just count the fall, and declare the winner in this match.

I don’t need to worry about that, because there’s more to gain then me just winning or losing against this rookie man, I gain that sense of freedom of being outside of the ring. I gain that sense of being able to express myself through some type of lawful violence that wouldn’t put me behind bars. I’ve been through those bars enough to learn how to just be a savage in the woods, and I will be that type of man in that match who’ll have to be sent away just to let Ring Master breathe and live again.

Ring Master, let me first say that you are a good wrestler. I know that would put on a show for the sake of putting on a show, but do you know what you are dealing with?... you are going to be out of your depth, and sink in that shallow end of the pool of your own blood. I wouldn’t want you to drown in it, but that's how I have to roll against you, mano y mano. Are you sure you KNOW who you are dealing with?

I aint Alias, Rampage, or even freakin Big D…

I am the man who will blast you out of the ring into a mortuary. I am going to beat you sensely enough to make you reconsider your time here, but I know you’ll bounce back like a robot and be completely fine, even if you lose some chip matter in that ring. But Master, I want you to recognize that Reggie will fucking kill you where you’ll be standin in that ring this coming Saturday.”

[He then turns off the recorder, and he puts it back in his knapsack, and he gets out of the bench and does a lap to the center point of the trail, as the scene fades to the sky.]

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