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Reggie Estrada · (06-17-2020)

July 5, 1996: A Fostered Reggie Meets Groovy Tony.

[We see this nine year old Reggie, with an afro, a dirty white t shirt with an faded emblem of a WCW shirt, long pants, and tethered chuck taylors on his feet. We see him in the room full of kids his age and up, all kliq’ed up and all that. Then we see this one preppy kid with his crew come up Reggie, and decide to take his tray of food. The one of his friend drags him on the floor and gives him a wet willie, as one of them laughs at his pain.]

Young Reggie: Yo what the fuck! Get off of me, you stupid culos!

Prep Kid 3: No, we don’t like you and want your life to be miserable, you should have never came to this foster home.

Young Reggie: Man, fuck you and whatever horse you rode in on you stupid asshole!

[Then the main prep kid tells kid three to back off, and Reggie lunges for main one, but his two friends grab his arms as the main punches him in the mouth. As they laugh, we see this twelve year old kid, who was wearing a black shirt, and black jeans holding up a plastic knife at the preppy kids.]

Groovy Tony: Hey yo, back off this kid, if you know what best for you. He never hurt anyone in here.

Main Prep Kid: So, we don’t like him. We looked up his past, and lets just say his parents dying in a fire, means that he is worthless.

Groovy Tony: IS WHAT?

[Reggie manages to push off the two preps goons, and goes towards the bathroom. Then the head mistress comes inside the cafeteria to see the commotion, his had this stern look on her face when she looked at Tony. Then Tony drops the plastic knife on the floor, as the prep kids run off.]

Head Mistress: What is going on here?

Groovy Tony: They were starting some issues with that kid near the bathroom doors. I had to defend him from them, they almost be—

Head Mistress: NO TONY NO, I here by send you back to your room this instant, and you won’t be able to have any basketball privileges until you learn how to stop being aggressive among these kids!

Groovy Tony: Man, i was only tryna help him… fuck you!

[Then all the kids remained silent as the Head Mistress fumed at Tony cussing her out. Then she storms off the cafeteria, as Reggie comes up towards this older kid, with slight hesitation.]

Young Reggie: …uh..uh… he— hey man… I saw what you did and i— uh…

Groovy Tony: Spit it out partna!

Young Reggie: I wan—- to say… thank for sticking up for me, i didn’t, mean to mess up your basketball privileges this afternoon. I just got in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

[Then Tony wraps his arm around his shoulders, and they both leave the cafeteria. Then they are near the courts, as they watch the other kids play. They sit near the bleachers, and Tony pulls out a stick of gum which Reggie accepts.]

Young Reggie: Thanks for the gum, i really am sorry for putting up with my antics here. Its just that… i’ve been here for so long, i’ve forgotten what rules and regulations are.

Groovy Tony: Who care about the rules, kid? I don’t, and never will for as long as i can live. You want to know why i ended up here?

[Reggie nods his head yes.]

Groovy Tony: My mother was an alcoholic and my father abandoned us since i was four months old. I mean, my grandma had to take care of me and my other five siblings in a one bedroom apartment. So as i gotten older, most of my siblings either died or ran away from home. I was the only the last of the bunch to remain there. So then, i ended up here after CPS told her she was unfit to raise me.

Young Reggie: Damn, that fucking sucks man. I mean, i guess we share the same sentiment of issues. I know for me, i was brought here at five years old due to my parents dying in a fire. I managed to survive, but forgotten all about it.

[Groovy Tony almost shedded some tears, but tries to hide his softer side, as he shouts at the kids playing basketball. The kids on the court pay him no mind, as the head mistress catches him sitting on the bleachers.]

Head Mistress: Oh my goodness, you both need to head to your rooms now, or i’ll have to whip you with my ruler in the disciplinary room. So you both have the count of three—

[Then the basketball manages to hit the head mistress on the head, as they both laugh at her. She gets up, and head back into the building to cool off, and we see two young misfit embraces as this flashback fades.]

June 15th, 2020: Clubbin in DC, bitch!

[We see current day Reggie still in his gear in the club with Tommy and JB, as the music was blasting loud, we see the three guys at the VIP table popping some Remy Martin and other bottles. Then we see the three trying to speak one another about shit.]

JB: Yo congrats on your big win against Jester, i know it’s great to be back in the ring.

Tommy: Yeah man, congrats, I hope that bottle of sprite got you all tensed up. I laced that shit with moonshine, the same shit i tried to get over against Medvid last time.

Reggie: OH FUCK YOU TOMMY, you tried to spike me before my match. You are so gonna get a receipt next time, you just won’t know it busta.

[Tommy then laughs, and all them just have a jovial laugh. Then we see three scantly clad ladies tryin to holla at em. They let them in their table, and three girls focused their attention on Reggie, while JB and Tommy scooted away from him, so they can have some space with him.]

Roxanna: I saw your match not too long ago before me and my girls headed out, and I wanted to tell you… that you are so fucking sexy in that shirt you wore to the ring.

[Reggie is too timid to say a thing, so the other girls tries to pull him out to dance with them. JB and Tommy wave their hands to him to enjoy himself, but then they tag along shortly. As everyone was dancing, we see Roxanna and Reggie some Bachata to some Shikara . Things was getting hotter between the two.]

Reggie: Godamn, you can dance, maybe we should link up when i’m in town next time.

Roxanna: We should, after tonight…

Reggie: Aight mamacita, lets groove tonight!

[Then we see Roxanna and Reggie dance the night away, then it cuts to 6am in Reggie’s hotel room, where he wakes up to see Roxanna all over his arm. Reggie then pulls his arm off her head, and he gets out of the bed to put on some short and a shirt, with some slides on his feet. He then kisses her on the cheek, and heads out for some fresh air.]

Reggie: You know, I think i drank a little too much, i had the wild case of the bubblies in my system where I just went too hard on that sauce. Once i take a sip of some hard shit, it’s like liquid crack that I can’t even take my mind off of. I can still remember my old friend Tony said about his mother, and I sure as hell don’t want to be in that position, oh no. Although, i’m no the rocks with my baby mama and my daughter, there is no way i can’t let them down. I’ve already lost my mind when i said that stupid shit last time, before I got to DC.

When I was on that flight, i had no intentions of leaving what I truly have there, so maybe when my tour is done, i’ll come back to San Diego and apologize for my actions as a wild and inconsiderate piece of shit, well now that is on my mind; i got to figure out what else to think about as I take a walk near the park with my mask on my face.

Oh yeah, new york.

I haven’t been in New York for over five years, and now i have chance to get there and be in the opener of the night. I know that nobody really care about that fact, but I do. When i made that conscious offer to join THUGS, and work myself back in the hustle and grind of taking these bumps and risk of being in-ring performer; I took a silent oath that I will not be chasing or pursuing any admiration, or even slight sense of being in line for any titles here.

Since i’m a nobody here, it’s better to be ghost and have nobody track any movements that I can occur back in the XWF. You see Jester was my first victim, now I have to add three more bodies to the list of Victims who’d feel the wraith of W82. You’ve all seen the card, but i’ll make sure to mention them in my inner thoughts.

The only person who I only see is worth a damn is Chris Chaos, he’s a multi time champion, and has a perra who was also former but now defunct Bombshell Champion, Jenny Myst. I have no issues with Chris, but I want to make it clear that he might get all the admirations from everyone in the backstage, and to the audiences. But to me, he’s a mere pushover who’d be willing to lose his dignity just to keep himself at a higher ground. He’s a kinda man who’d sell his soul, and still wouldn’t get the job done. I’ve seen his tapes, promos, and all shit on my spare time. I know he’s going to focus on the other men who is worth his time in the ring, so i guess Chaos will be able to be chaotic towards the two guys; so i can come in be the clean up man.

The Wizard, what to say about him…. nothing… oh yeah, if you want to get his autograph, tell him that Reggie said La magia no es real y no renuncies a tu trabajo diario. He’ll know what it means once i knock that wand up his nose like if it’s a covid19 test, the only thing that’s negative about him is his abilities he has yet to show out for.

Then the son of Chasm, Liam Roberts, the long anointed Heavymetalweight Champion. He’s a kinda guy to watch out for, it’s not that i am afraid of him, i’m just afraid that he’s going to go off like a light-switch in the heat of the moment. If he managed to pin down a man who held Adam’s head like a Al Snow rip off for over a month, then i sure as don’t want to mess with him. He comes in close to second anyways, so i’ll let him deal with the three amigos of XWF, as i remain outside of the ring.

Overall, my goal is to just remain out of the three men’s way, and let them duke it out. Since it’s every person for themselves, I can keep myself at a good self preservation; treat them like if they have the disease, and only come in that ring when they are all down. Who knows? I might bring some lysol and n95 mask to protect myself when I get to either pin or hit my Dancing Fool on one of em.

Honestly… all i care about to make things right for myself and my family back home.”

[Then the scene simply cuts off to W82 logo in green and blue.]

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