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Reggie Estrada · (11-01-2025)

[Reggie’s sitting at a rooftop in Miami, just taking in the air of debauchery and fun, as he contemplates life itself. He decides to air out his thoughts towards his tripod.]

Reggie: To be honest with you all, I don’t feel like I am in the league of Tatiana Jolee and the likes of those kinds in the ring. I know that I can do a technical match, but is it pure? I honestly don't have it in me to do all that kinda stuff, but hey if i have to reign it in, then so be it; but only god knows what is in my heart as i stand on this rooftop alone. The main reason why I decided to roam up here, is a lot shit that went down for me this week.

My daughter got killed by a drunk driver, with her friends driving around. When I got that call from the coroner, my heart sank lower than expected. Then following that, my adopted mother who got me out of the orphanage when I was six years old, had passed away due to colon cancer, which she didn’t want to keep track of. So right now, my head isn’t in the right place for this match, this nightclub, or even this soon to be War Games season in London.

When I heard I am going to be teaming in another type of woman based enclave, I wanted to be happy. I swear when I received that voicemail from the producers, I wanted to be able to jump for joy that I am in a War Games stipulation again, but that isn’t going to fill that void in my heart due to the losses of my adopted mother and my own daughter, so fuck I would jump off this rooftop, and spray my brain juice on the concrete.

Maybe Tatiana wouldn’t have to worry about fighting me…

Roxy can find another person to replace me…

JB and T would be better off without me….

[Reggie then looked over the ledge, then realized how high he was. Then he nursed a bottle of Jack Daniels to ease his sorrows, but realizes that its making his suicidal ideation worse, so out of anger he tosses the bottle off the rooftop and it landed on one of the club goers head. With no pity, he sat by the rooftop’s stairwell to hide.]

Reggie: As the saying goes, people hurt people, and pride comes before the fall. While its true my pride has gotten to my head, I know where I need to keep myself in check in life. Ever since I came into this business, all I had wanted was to fight and fight until I can’t do it any more. I got tired of the street life, being locked up and forgotten about within a society that doesn't see my color as the same as them.

I even had a fucking ICE agent come in my hood to raid down Mexicanos, and they wanted to test me so bad; that i almost pulled out my gun and wanted to blow they brains out, but once they saw my documents, they left me alone but they tore my shit up. That and what i was told with my loved ones, that burned within that made me want to go back to my old ways.

My old fucked up ways, that would make Atara’s kinfolks be up in arms, i really was deep into those gutter lifestyle, and I don’t want to end up on death row. I know I won't be sent to heaven for all the dirt I've done, but that isn’t going to stop me from fulfilling my desire to be heard. I know my words won’t reach those who won’t wanna listen, but the ones that do, I want you to know that I am fighting a war that is bigger than human mindset.

It’s the ego death that needs to be held up, and what I see is someone like Tatiana Jolee who has that ego that needs to be bruised up a bit. I know we might have shared some time in the ring, we might have torn it down, but i know that ego is still in her brain i need to bash out of her. Make her see what it means to be truly evil and cold in a world that doesn't give a shit about one another, but let me not be a fool, she already has the privilege she needs to be well off from the reality of this place.

Tatiana, you seem like you are sheltered and I know that when they booked me against you; they feared that I would take things too far in the ring. So they had to enforce the whole “pure wrestling rules” thing; acting as a barrier to stop me from really putting the beating down on the person who then I have to work with for War Games. Don’t get it twist meja, i know i can be loco en la ringa tu compredo. Mi no importa las regula de lucha. I do what i want, and how I want as I head down to Tulsa, and if that is a point against me; then good, who needs to follow the rules to appease those who don’t wanna follow em?

Who knows what will happen on Warfare?...

All I know is that Tatiana better be on her shit against me, because I have nothing to lose. Even if i don’t win, or break the rules, or whatever obstacle that is in front of me, imma break em down. Break 'em until I can’t do it any more, and then maybe ill have a smile on my face. My sad, brown face that wouldn’t shine anywhere else. Even though I'm sad and heartbroken, their spirit looms inside my heart.

For those two, imma keep doing this shit in the ring, and I will not be too pressed on the whole politics of it all. I want to be able to make peace in the world, and let those who are disenfranchised feel like they have someone to lean on. I might not be a good role model, or an upstanding pro wrestler who has all the belts in the world, that's some bruja shit since it all has to end at some point down the line.

Just like Tatiana, if you are hearing this shit, consider this as a shot to you to put up your A-game against me, because rules dont apply to me, your not going to get some Bruno Sammarinto or some Bob Backlund shit out of me, you might get some La Parka shit outta me but there won’t be no headlocks and wristholds, oh no, we going to taking this to the streets of Tulsa. Where the place can get rowdy and ready for a bar fight, if a ref wants to DQ me for closin’ my fist towards your teeth, then so be it.

Como dije antes, no me importan las reglas de lucha pura. No me importa enojar al purista. No me importa lastimarte, pero al mismo tiempo será un momento de aprendizaje para ti. Cuando suena la campana, podemos darnos la mano y dar vueltas alrededor del ring, o ir a Kurt Angle en 1996.

Pero al final, todo lo que importa es que tenemos que determinar quién es el eslabón más débil de este equipo antes de War Games. Sé que no seré yo quien sea el eslabón débil de la tripulación de Roxy, lo garantizo.

If you don’t understand my point, then you already know what’s going to be the case after the match is done, consider this as my warning shot Jolee, because I will beat you so that even Roxy would have to put you on standby.

So may the better teammate prosper, chica!

[From there it simply fades to black with no sense of urgency.]

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