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Reggie Estrada · (01-28-2022)

[The scene opens up to Reggie at his home, still playing Kingdom Hearts on his PS4. It’s been almost few days he hadn’t gone out since his make a wish thing went down, until his phone goes off and it was JB who was calling him, which caused him to pause the game to talk to him.]

Reggie: Yo, JB, what up homes?

JB: I’m just checking in on you, how you been holding up?

Reggie: I’ve been fine and shit, trying to get myself ready for my flight to Iceland and shit. You know about my title defense coming up right?

JB: Yeah man, I know and I wanted to let you know that I wish me and T could make it Iceland, but that shit is expensive for a round trip, so we will be watching it on TV. I can’t believe this is your third reign, we should celebrate before you go tonight.

Reggie: Well, thanks for the offer but, I’m not too sure if I should be going out. I am terrible with people, well certain people but…

JB: But what? You bagged that Friday singer who’s now a mega star by now, dude you need to let it show, you know what, I’m going to swing by at 8pm to pick you and T up. We hanging out before you leave town, okay?

Reggie: Aight man, I got nothing better to do….what should I wear?

JB: Don’t worry about that, I’ll swing by later, later Reg.

[It was half past 8pm, and Reggie is outside of his house in his hoodie and black jeans, with black sneakers to boot as he waits for JB to arrive. JB then arrived, and Reggie gets into the car, then they drive off to somewhere. Then they are at a local lounge where there was a long line of people waiting to get in, they head to the line. As the night came along, they reach to the gate where they get stopped by D-List Tiny Lister type of guard with a mean mug on his face.]

Bouncer: Hey, we can’t have any more scrubs like you in this establishment.

T: Hey man, we been waiting for almost like two hours in the cold to get in this shit, bro!

Bouncer: I’m not your bro, and not my problem. Nobody else can get into the place at this moment.

T: You know how long it’ll take?

Bouncer: Look, you three can leave the establishment before I have to do something about it.

Reggie: What do you mean?

[Then the bouncer look at Reggie, and he laughs at him. Then JB calms them both down, and they just leave the line. Since their car isn’t far, Reggie then pulls out steel pipe from the backseat and he comes back to the lounge, and he bust out the window. Then he bust the second window to the right, and the bouncer tries to stop him, but he beats up the bouncer with the piper and he strangles him with it. Tommy and JB pull him off the bouncer, and he flea to the car to leave the scene.]

JB: Yo, what was all that about Reggie?

Reggie: Man, I didn’t fuck with how he was talking to us. Just because he’s tall as shit doesn’t mean shit to me, I don’t like people being a dick to me or anyone.

JB: You didn’t need to do all that, we was going to have a good night until you had to start some shit!

[Tommy was on the passenger side, simply gawking at pictures of Lexi Gold on his phone, then JB looks at Tommy in a disapproving manner over what went down. As the reach to a stop light, JB taps T on the shoulders to get his attention.]

JB: T, why did you have to start all this?

T: Hey, we been there since fucking 8:30pm and it’s going to like 11:30pm and it’s freezing outchea. You know that I am country boy from the south, fuck the cold shit. I had to say something, didn’t know it would pop something off.

[Reggie then looks at the pipe, and JB drives as it went green. After about a fifteen minutes, they stop at a junkyard for some reason. Then the idle around the place, and Reggie sees some motlov cocktails with some matches around. He lights one up and tosses it at the wall, which lit on fire. JB and Tommy look at Reggie with some worry, and they take him to the side to talk to him.]

JB: Reg, you alright tonight?

Reggie: Hell nah, I’m just… i just want to fuckin rage!!! AHHH

T: What you mean?

[Reggie then picks up a baseball bat, and he smashes in the front window of an old hoopty, and he gives the bat to the both of them. Then the start to get it, and they start to tear up the junkyard to let out their rage. Then it cuts to where it was just Reggie just smashing things with a bat in his vicinity; and we just see Reggie holding the bat to the camera, and he speaks.]

“Let me tell you something, people out there… Im in a fucking rage mode tonight! I am in a fucking rage mode, and I know that it doesn’t mean much to those who don’t give a fuck about me. The ones who do, they know that I am always ready to fucking rage off into the next poor soul who step into me. You all remember that RSA I did?

I saw what they said, and I want to let them know, thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I hope to bring my Rage and Fire in that ring. I don’t back out what I say, and I mean that if I win I will bring some prestige to the championship and be a X-Treme fighting championso… if I don’t, then fuck the belt, and whatever or whoever holds it on by the end of the show in Iceland. You will never see me claim that belt again, if I had a choice as a act of defiance, I’d do some ECW Douglas shit, dump it in the ring for the Fuck Tha X-Treme title. At least, it will be better then holding a silver plate, yeah I said it, so sue me!”

[Then it shifts to Marf’s video package, including his rise of the XWF with his partner and himself. Then it shows clips of his two promos on this match, and it aprubtly cuts off into Bam’s video package, including his infamy with his run with the X-Treme title and him chasing for it, and it also shows his two promos with a black and white hue which also smash cuts to Cage’s promo. Then we see Reggie smashing up a car window with “Marf, Bam, Cage” name sprayed on it.]

“To all three men in this match, I hope you all have some health insurance you all are going to need it this Sunday. I don’t know how the health Is up there with Icelandic people, but maybe they’ll do a long recovery process as beat the shit out of all three of you motherfuckers in the ring. It’s every person for themselves in the ring, and I know that there will be some slight alliances to go about trying to gang up on one another in the ring, fine by me, but just know that I won’t be alone.

Besides my fist and kicks down your collective throats, I got so much weapons at my disposable that will cause harm then you can even imagine. I could go out in the cold air, and freakin use a snowball to throw at everyone. This won’t be a snow day where we have off, this will be the one to have some bloody snow angels carved in stone for the Icelandic people to see when they go home. Maybe I can make some cash on the side with all three of y’alls blood on the snow, hey I guess I am an entrepreneur on the side.

Look Marf, I don’t give a fuck about you and that bitch you hung with. I know you got your own, and I can’t fault you for having to bring that up to me. You think I don’t know your past? Shit, I think because you been out of the title scene for so long you start to think that you need to prove to the people, that you aren’t second in command. Where was that Universal Championship match in your match catalogue? My case still stands, you are nothing more then a fucking shadow of a shadow’s bitch who can’t see the light.

So if you and Bam want that smoke, then be my guest then chico, an eye for an eye they say… but that means you can’t handle being on your lonewulf shit without having to be co-signed from someone else. Just shows how much of lair you are, so I will be happy to end you in Fire and Ice.

Bam fucking Miller, the golden goose of a defunct fed that once had some notoriety as you were apart of it. OCW was the name, and now it’s dead brand just like you. I see why you and Marf are getting along, a bird can flock together but it’s only one who can remain as the one to fly alone. Can you fly alone Bam or do you need someone to help you fly on your broken wings of bullshit and cigarette butts on your couch. Whatever you think about doing, isn’t going to mean much to me in the ring, because you see the more outsiders who tend to invaded tend to be ending up on chopping block of irrelevancy in a minute. You had your time to shine, and its finished by this Sunday, even if you have Page co conspiring a plan to cheat the system in that ring.

Bam, all I will tell you is keep your friends close… and keep your enemies closer, because you don’t know if they will stab you in the back with a broken Kendo Stick in a hurry to get ahead. So, I hope you cut down on those cigs and shitty miller lites, because you end up coming out worse in all this shit to the point you can’t smoke or drink anymore without throwin up your blood.

Cage, the NRA bandit who would suck Trumps dick for a pardon. The man who basically made wrestling the circus it is today, I don’t give a fuck about stars if it don’t bring food to the table, maybe before I gave a damn but now I’m kinda over that mindset. Unlike him, I don’t need to proclaim to the world I need to cut a promo, if he wanted to stay home and pull some Tessa Blanchard shit, then be my guess. But, that would mean he’d need to do what Scott Steiner told DDP back in 2000 on an WCW episode where they had a shootfight, I won’t do him like that unless he knows.

Look Cage, I respect that we had a our differences moved to the side. But now, this is whole different thing, where now you want to get your belt back? Where ya ass was at for these past couple of weeks? You know what fuck it, you aren’t getting shit but a beat down by me and two so called buddies Marf and Bam in this thing.

Overall, this championship mean a lot but at the same time, it’s nothing more then a way to get someone over more than they already are. The belt wouldn’t even make someone like Bam, Marf or even Coleman a real ass wrestler; it’s the person who makes belt worth a damn and all three of these men couldn’t even think about making it worth a damn.

If Marf had it, would get to defend it weekly or would he forget about it and stay in the shadows of Bam?

If Cage had it again, would he not want to puss out like a prankster he is?

If Bam had it, would he end up being a worth a damn without the co-sign of Page?

All these questions will take place when I am in Iceland this Sunday, and to be honest I am not afraid to retain OR lose this title si los poderes fácticos proclaman que es. I’ll miss being able to bring this belt to life, maybe it’ll boost one of these three chumps careers, porque seguramente necesitan ese impulso entonces yo sí!”

[The scene simply fades into the moon, with a red hue as it abruptly cut itself off the feed.]

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