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Reggie Estrada · (01-22-2022)

You want to know my fantasy?

Do you really want to know what I constantly think about on a consistent basis? If you don’t, then do bother to hear what I have to say, if you stay then you have been warned. Now, as a man who has different desires, I can’t really pick which ones I have or to share, so I am going to put it out there.

You really want to know my fantasy?

One of them is possibly sitting on that throne that Game of Throne’s has for each person who claims that throne. Now, I never watched Game of Thrones or any of the Lord Of The Rings movies either, so I guess I am going to be at a disadvantage before I get to the arena in some location I can’t pronounce.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I might not know shit about the show or the movie franchise, but what I do see or even sense is that power to feel like a god, a person who can take on the world, and have to fight until one can’t fight no more. I might not have a sword, or have a gollum telling me it’s my precious, but what I do have to show is the X-Treme Championship.

Ever since I claimed my revenge, and got the belt back, it’s been a different kind of vibes and feelings for my third reign. Then mix in with that 24/7 stipulation in the fold, I am a wanted man. I’ve had many people try to take my so called “precious” away from me, but I still manage to keep a vice grip on the belt, until the leather of the straps have the seams worn out. I might not be your quintessential look of a champion.

I don’t have the Cowboy Jim look, nor that mystical, spacy Alias look to be holding this championship. What those two did before I got it, was defend, and defend, AND DEFEND the title I hold in my hand, facing every single person who tries to dethrone them. But somehow, with sheer luck and the numbers of merchandise being sold to the fans, they always retain the belt. Then they hold it long enough to see themselves with that coveted 24/7 Briefcase that grants the title holder a shot at any title at their disposal.

Kinda like a reverse Monkey’s paw, but only one finger is still in that air until you make that wish that might cost you big time. I know that day where I’ll have my own monkey’s paw as I relate it to the 24/7 briefcase, maybe I won’t get to see that as I have many foes who dare to challenge me in the game of death in the battlefield. I am a man who’s fair enough to give those a shot, who deserve it on my own accord. Consider my third and possibly my last reign, an Reggie’s Opportunistic Shot era of the X-Treme championships in this year alone.

It’s a tall order to say that, but I don’t care if it make me look foolish to proclaim it before I even can successfully defend it in my first match in this year. I might not even come back to the states with the thing on me, because it’s the name of the game where it’s a dog eat dog world, and everyone’s thriving for themselves.

You want to know my first fantasy?

The first one is being able to take Adi Gold out to a date, and show her how I get down in and out of the ring. Yes, I admit I had a thing for her when I crossed paths with her, and I know she won’t hear this promo but fuck it… it is what it is.

My second fantasy?

Well it to be crushed by Maxine’s tree trunk thighs, being in a Superstar Of The Month bombed by Flynn, dealing with multiple portals with a guy formerly known as Demos who totally not beefin’ with half the locker room. Then maybe be able to do more than kiss Machina’s hand and give her a real authentic Freestyle Championship and not a toy one from the xwf99.com shop….

Nahh, fuck all that shit, I much rather spend most of my days in Mexico City, and being on the beach dealing with the locals and speaking espanol… speaking of which…

¿Mi última fantasía?

Is to come back to the states with the X-Treme championship, it sounds like a pipe dream with the three wrestlers who are involved with this shit. Ever since Cage had it, it’s been pretty much a game of pass the parcel. I mean to the point that an outsider who I won’t name just yet, thought it be a good idea to pin mother fuckers without them knowing. That mind set can get someone like him killed in the streets, I know that holding this belt doesn’t guarantee me safety, but so be it.

In life, people got to make sacrifices in order to get ahead of everyone else, and from what I seen in all three wrestlers who have to deal with me, had to make so much sacrifices just to be able to dethrone the champion, and claim the crown of their own as the X-Treme champion. For me, a lowly Afro-Latino man who came from nothing, just had to hustle and lose everything… from my family to my own sanity with life itself… to being a living, breathing, insane three time X-Treme champion. Not even the ones who tried to pin me in the past weeks know how much I had to deal with to get there.

No stone left unturned for the wicked, I guess…

Now to the wicked three men who have to deal with me, before I decide to rip you all a new one out of the dragon’s asshole, I want to say that this will be an interesting dynamic leading up to fire and ice, and I want you three to give yourselves a round of applause getting far in this shit. I thought when I read the card on my phone, we’d be court jesters in the opening, but we are near the kings throne of the night before the final joust of the night for the Universal Championship. But who will be the last X-Treme one standing in that battlefield….only time will tell.

Ah the first name I saw on the card, Cage Freakin Coleman, the same man who I had to check from his first night in the place or so, I mean I don’t fuck with him outside of the ring at all, in fact if I saw him I would haven in prison for second degree battery in the courts by now. I still can’t get over how he punked me out, and I know it’s a receipt for almost intentionally breaking his ankle to prove a point, at that time I was heated about something else. My mind wasn’t straight enough to hold back from doing unspeakable things to Cage, but what added fuel to the fire was him being all up in them tabloids talking sideways on about me, as Cody would say “Try to fuck on me” to make himself look better, when most wouldn’t give him a time of day. Cage, you might be the best wrestler but…

Can you handle the pain, because I know that shinny teeth of yours will be down your throat which will be a worst fate then dealing with an almost broken Ankle. I heard that you can’t take on the responsibilities of being an X-Treme champion…so what made you come be a part of this four way to the death to be the champion, when you don’t have your heart set on it?

Whatever it is Cage, you better just either stay home with your Spin Doc or you will severely get burned alive in Iceland, maybe they can ship your remains to Hell, Michigan once I or the others are done with you, I guarantee that shit!

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Bam Miller, the Page thrilla, a lady killer who likes to steal moments out of nowhere. I heard about you Bam, and I know you got the backing of Page on your left hand side in this match, but can you handle yourself in this battlefield? For all the robbing and stealing you’ve done to the X-Treme title holder, what you can least do is say sorry… sorry for wasting my energy on my enemies. I can sense that even if you don’t come up in the way of the match, you’d still be plotting and plotting to steal the belt and run off into the next castle to rape and pillage those who aren’t as conniving piece of rotten meat like you are.

I remember you tried to jack me for this belt before Marf came in the cut to break it up, if I had lost that belt right after I had beaten Coleman for it, I would have either quit the company that night or go on a murderous rampage, oh Bam you don’t know I caught bodies before I got into this wrestling shit? They don’t call me Rebellious psychopath for nothing, and in that arena I will make you pay for almost costing me my belt, I will not stop fucking you up until Page has to throw in the proverbial towel for him to survive all the damage that will come to you.

Looks like the newest recruit will end up back to the castle he came from once I am through with you.

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The man who’s seen it all, the man who edged his infamy with rolling with the female Wolverine of the night, I’m talking about the man THE MARF. So Marf, you know full well that I have to give you props for fucking up Bam’s attempt on me, because like I said earlier towards him, blood would be shed or I’d end up leaving without a two week notice at the desk of higher ups in XWF. So for that, I give you all the praises in the world for your contributions in XWF. But I want to ask you something important…

Do you see yourself as the man between you and Lycana?

Do you still have that fire in your belly, or did it flame out once a man who can’t be named had to put out a Ether on her over some bullshit?

Whatever you put up as an answer, will not make much of a difference to me, maybe your head might be on the path of X-Treme belt, but I know your hands are onto something or someone else. Who doesn’t want to get the Marc Mero treatment before their inevitable come up? We all got choice to make Marf, so be careful of what you choose, or it might cost you big time.

So Marf, when I see you in that ring in Iceland, it’s nothing personal I wish upon you and Lycana, but I don’t want you to get twisted over something beyond your control. All I can say is this, Money Over Bitches, everyday… let the blood spray in the way of the payday.

So overall, my penultimate fantasy is being able to keep my crown on my head and my sword of the X-Treme Championship still loom over my body and soul, I don’t know or care how cold it will be, but I am certain that it’d be cold day in Hell or in Iceland that my time will be up as the champion. But who knows? I might end up not fulfilling my Reggie’s Opportunistic era with the X-Treme championship and just forget about the belt and go home empty handed, and realize where I stand in the pecking order of the X-Treme Rulers.

All I can say is… que comiencen los juegos, perras!

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