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Reggie Estrada · (07-17-2025)

[Somewhere in Kentucky, a two or three hour route from the venue, we see Tommy and Reggie in a rental car they split heading to a double tree hotel, as Reggie parked the car, they got their bags out of the trunk and headed into the lobby. Then Reggie gets to the check in desk to inquire about the room.]

Reggie: Good morning, I was checking to see if me and my friend can get a room with separate beds? We just need it for three nights until Sunday morning.

[Then the receptionist logged in the duo's info, and Reggie put down his credit card to pay for the room. After fifteen minutes, the receptionist gave the duo the room card key on the third floor, Room 112. As they entered the third floor, they saw some young kids, no younger than 10 years old, running up to them for an autograph. Reggie rushed past the kids to their hotel room, as Tommy took his time to sign autographs. Reggie put his bag on the floor, and sat on the bed, and heard voicemails during the flight since had his phone off during the flight. Tommy comes into the room, and sits on his bed with his bag on the floor.]

Tommy: Hey man, you seem like you didn’t want to be bothered by the fans. How come?

Reggie: I just wanted to get in the room, since we flew out of Baltimore so early. My bad if I didn't want to deal with kids. Speaking of which, my now 16 year old daughter pretty much wants nothing to do with me. I'm a lost man, chico.

Tommy: Damn, I know that feeling, I had a daughter once…but lets just say the baby mother wanted nothing to do with me. Plus, she was a drug addict..and other shit…but hey, it is what it is. Sometimes, people, even our own flesh and blood, might want nothin to do with us at times.

Reggie: I know that but it hurts, but fuck man. First my fiancé cheat on me, and my daughter wants nothin to do with me. Imma keep it real, im going to move on with my life and focus on this wrestling shit. Man, i haven’t been in a PPV for some min, even in Leap of Faith.

Tommy: Well its your time to shine, and im here to support you… you know what, after we rest and freshin up, lets go get somethin to eat.

[Reggie put his phone on the charger, and nodded, then they decided to sleep on their separate twin beds. Then in mid afternoon, they are in a waffle house in Jordan County Kentucky. As they sit by the booth area, they are handed a menu by a white woman in her mid 60s, who gave Tommy more attention than Reggie.]

Waitress: What would you like sugar?

Tommy: Can I get the Waffles and eggs over hard, with a side of diet Pepsi?

[The waitress writes his order down, but she passes Reggie who was about to order something. As she heads off to the back, Reggie looked at her with a odd look.]

Reggie: Hey, i think she forgot about me.

Tommy: Oh hey waitress!

[Then she comes back to their table, focusing on Tommy.]

Tommy: May you please get my friend's order, he’s pretty hungry.

Waitress: Um, sorry we dont serve his kind in our waffle house in Kentucky.

[Reggie’s eyes widened, and looked at her with a slight anger.]

Reggie: Um, excuse me, what do you mean by “his kind”?

Waitress: Can’t you read the sign up on the wall… take a look behind you.

[Reggie looks up, and see’s various “Whites Only” type of signage, looking like something from the 1950s jim crow shit. Reggie gets up from the booth, and signals Tommy to hand him the keys to the rental, then Tommy felt uncomfortable for not knowing that place was pretty white only type of setting.Tommy then cancels his order, and they leave the place as they decided to venture through a McD’s drive thru, after they got they food they headed to the parking lot to eat they food.]

T: Yo, i didn’t know that place was ass backwards like that. My bad.

Reggie: Hey its fine, I didn't know that's how that waffle house hangs like that. But its whatever, hand me my double cheeseburger and small fries, will ya.

[Tommy hands him his food, and they eat in the rental making sure they don’t make a mess. Then in between their fast food meal, they decide to have a conversation.]

Reggie: I got a question to ask you.

Tommy: What on your head?

Reggie: What if i told you that I almost committed suicide three weeks prior?

Tommy: Wait what….what got you in that mode? Did you call JB about it?... Give me the details!

Reggie: Well three or four weeks ago, in my apartment, I had either a loaded gun or pills in my cabinet. I was drunk one night and was looking at my pistol and aimed it on my temple, but I pulled the trigger….nothin… so then… i took almost 50 pills of something… then when i walked out of the apartment… i fell off the second set of stairs… then i saw my life flashed… and someone called 911 and got me to the ER…….fuck got me thinkin hard about livin… shit…

[Tommy looked on with empathy near Reggie’s site, and he gave him the most bro dude brother jack type of hug, that type of hug where they felt one another’s vibes. After the hug, Tommy wiped his tears with his used napkin, as he was eating his limited edition Snackwrap.]

Tommy: Dude, i didn’t know… look man, can i be real with you, i too had thoughts of ending it as well… back in 2013… well… even longer, since i had some trauma in my life. But, you know… men are told to hold it in…and be all ignorant about showing tears. Maybe, thats why when me and JB lost the chance to get the Anarchy straps… we balled like shit… throwin pillows and screaming like children. We bitched and cried…until we fell asleep in the motel bed.. Not under the sheets, it was nasty as shit…

[Reggie then smiles at that comment as he finishes his small fries.]

Reggie: I think JB told me that they didn’t change the sheets… like at all, so yall just slept on the floor.

Tommy: The floor was cleaner than the bed! But at least, in the middle of the night, JB decided to invite some fugly ring rats who been eyeing us that time, was it worth it?... ehh, JB mostly had one chick suckin him off on the couch, as I was doing some toe suckin with another chick.. Gahh, it was rough!

Reggie: Bruh…really?... let me guess, chipped polish and bunions?

Tommy: Hellllll Yeahhhh….. But she was down for that shit, i wasn’t gonna clap dem cheeks nahhh… she looked too much like female Thunder Knuckles… with missing teeth..trailer trash type of broad. Man, i should write a book about my ring rats…

Reggie: Like that’s gonna sell like hot cakes in the book market… smutty Tommy escapades!

[Tommy and Reggie both laugh, and they manage to sort out their trash and Reggie takes it out to toss it in the can, and Tommy drives back to the hotel to relax. Some few hours pass, and Reggie decides to take a walk around the double tree pool area, he finds a spot to sit and decides to record his thoughts to his tripod he places on his table.]

Reggie: I managed to get to Kentucy with Tommy mad early, and dealing with racist establishments, and breaking down my almost suicide attempt last few weeks. I will admit, i suck with myself, and well I guess my daughter and ex fiance don’t want nothin to do with me. Well, thats okay by me, I have learned that I can't rely on blood to make you happy, I guess I was a loner and forever be; but with me inviting Tommy to be by my side, it helped me to not feel alone. Because, after that experience, it made me realize that I need to be around those who give a fuck about me.

You know, when I watched JB and T losing the chance to win the Anarchy Tag belts, I didn’t know how that made them feel, and for Tommy to admit to me that they lost they minds but had some ring rats to clear they heads at middle of the night, but that means they have the bond and im glad to be apart of that bond, even if I don’t have the best credible accomplishments like those two (maybe being able to dethrone the returning Robert Main, sup esse!). Even though im not in the contention for Superstar of the month, or even involved with the main eventers; im still being involved with the XWF, big or small, opener or jerker… whatever they need to fill space in.

I could have been in the Leap of Faith match, but there was no way in hell i would be able to fit in that stack. Im a nobody among those names listed on the semi-main, and seeing Charlie’s name on the main, in kayfabe makes my gut wanna shit out my mouth for seeing him even being the uni champ and putting Dolly’s career on the line, but outside of that… im proud of him, and all that shit.

Now, where was I…

Hmm…

Oh yeah, American Storm… Latoya and Razor… in a handicap match, of all things. I guess they want to see if I can dethrone the duo by myself, and to that I say… Puedo ser esos dos con los ojos vendados y con un solo brazo. Do I think of them as a threat to me, no… i really dont. I think they pre tape they aired shows how little I think of them as singles or as a team, they think for a second that they are important, important to the small fans they gather inside the house shows. House shows that even Jimmy Stars don’t even commission to be on the internet for human consumption, that's how badly seen the house shows are.

So, Razor and Laytoa keep up the facade of having those fans eat up all your words, and your catchphrases… be those types who rely on being all flash and show, and no ability that even IWC would deem as overrated as hell each time they see you both on TV. Now, don’t get me wrong, both of y’all are over as shit, more than day old milk in my fridge after two weeks.

So over, that…that…. Fuck it, it don’t mean shit…

All I will say is this, American Storm… fuck your storm, here comes a dust bowl of afro latino man who has lot of issues who needs to let out in the ring, even if I have to go alone in the ring, and have to be beaten by the both of you, that will not stop me from not going ALL IN like if im in Texas, but in racist ass KENTUCKY.

Ganen o pierdan, los golpearé brutalmente a ambos y les haré aprender lo que significa no acostarse con un MATÓN como yo, así que prepárense para luchar por sus vidas el domingo!

[From there, Reggie turned off his tripod and sat by the pool in the heat, as the scene fades off.]

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