[From removed from his exploits in New York, he’s back in San Diego where he is at Hernandez’s apartment complex, where he looked for his house. After about ten minutes of searching, he then finds the apartment number “302” and he knocks on the door. He kept knocking on the door, until he backed off until he hears the door open, and he see’s his daughter a bit taller from last time, where she has a bruise on her eye. He enters to the house, and he see’s her hugging him.]
Miranda: Dad you're back!
Reggie: I know Miranda, what happen to you and your mother?
Miranda: Well… let me say that, our situation got worse when you left us.
Reggie: What do you mean?
[Before Miranda can explain, he see’s Dolorita naked and twitched out from kind of bender, and he noticed she had her teeth missing. She tries to come up to Reggie to kiss him, but he shoved her to the side in disgust.]
Reggie: What happen to you?…
Dolorita: Well… the house WE owned together, is now on the market… plus, without your checks I couldn’t afford to pay the rent…
Reggie: Why didn’t you tell me that you guys got kicked out of the house?…. what happen to---
[Then he hears “ay yo bitch you back, yet!” from the bedroom, and he comes out of the room in his boxers. Then Miranda then sways herself away from him touching her arm, and he then starts to kiss the decaying Dolorita. Then he looks at Reggie, as he looked on in plain disgust.]
Hernandez: Well well well, hola hombre! Welcome back to the slum of San Diego, how’s that so called wrestling career in Baltimore? I know that shit is all fake anyways.
[While Reggie almost balled a fist, Miranda then stands besides him while holding his fist. He then looks at her, as she started to shed a tear, then he looks at Hernandez.]
Reggie: Thanks for your little welcome, while you got what you wanted with Dolorita; what Miranda has to do with this shit with staying with you?
Hernandez: I mean, I was gonna pass her up to the old homies, since young pussy is in demand. I don’t need her little ass to feed, she’s not who I would want around anyways, and your little mamcita told me that she was a mistake prior to seeing your little ass, Reggie. You know what, me and you were tight since you joined the gang all those years ago. Now… you anit shit, especially with your so called wrestling career an—
Reggie: First off, don’t talk shit about my daughter, and yes while we had ties to the gang… that shit got me in prison all those years ago, all over what? Some bullshit dope and guns, that YOU planned for us to raid in. I knew that someone had to take the fall, and you placed me in that position; that day…
[Hernandez then ignores him, and he takes Dolorita back to the room, then he see’s a pistol on the table, and he puts on some gloves he got from his pockets, he then eyes on it hard. Then he looks at Miranda who told him not to do it, after some time, he refuses to use the gun on the table. Before the head back to the room, he shouts at them both to come back out to the living room.]
Reggie: Look Hernny, you know what you can do, keep my old trifling ass baby mama in your crack den of an apartment. Dolorita, me and you are fucking DONE!… I am taking Miranda back to Baltimore, and I will take care of her, I will raise her to be a better person than you could ever imagine!
[Then Dolorita, while still in her binge mindset, then shrugs her shoulders and hands him her suitcase from the bedroom. Then she pushes Miranda on Reggie, as a sign of fuck you, that caused Reggie to get angry at her. Miranda the takes her suitcase, and opens the door to leave, Reggie then also leaves the place also. Then about five hours later, as it was almost dusk outside, Reggie and Miranda are in his hotel room, where it was silent for a period of time. Then she pulls out piece of paper, where it was a poem about him leaving, which he read and handed back to her.]
Reggie: You wrote this poem….I need to let you know about why I left this city… it was for a better new life for me, and I didn’t mean to not involve you with those plans. I just needed some time to think—
Miranda: Think what, dad? I was abused everyday when I was with mom and the jerk off, did you heard what he said about me? I was mad as hell when he said it, I am only 9 years old about to be ten this year. I had to learn how to grow up in that hostile environment, without you, Reggie.
[Reggie then looks at her with shock to hear his named called by her, with such defiance and rebellious nature. It got him to the point he leaned up on the bed, as she stood up and sat on chair near the dresser. He then rubs his eyes, and looked at her sideways.]
Reggie: Why are you calling me by my first name? What happened to you?…
Miranda: I am not little girl any more, Reggie, I know you aren’t my father. Also, while you were gone, I found out that on my birth certificate, that my real father isn’t you. You’re just a man, who only felt obligated to help out my whole of a mother; I know that you don’t want to raise me, it’s just pure guilt you have for not being a real man that you decide to come back here.
Reggie: Miranda, I am… I am shocked you are speaking to me like this… I… I… you know what, fuck it… since you want to be a big girl, I want to say I am sorry if I fucked up on your youth years. I know that you are hurt, and I really love you as my own kid. But, now you want to forget about all the sacrifices I made for you, I even helped you from not being out in the streets when your mother wasn’t keeping the lights on. So, if you want to forget about me, your father or Reggie the mentor… then you are free to leave the hotel at any time.
[Reggie then get off the bed, and heads to the bathroom to relive himself. Then Miranda picked up her suitcase, and opens the door to leave, but as soon he walked near the stairs, she starts to cry as she climbs down the stairs and leaves him behind, as the scene fades off.]
“Truth be told, it hurts to have your kid call you by your first name, it so shitty and just plain rude, but I can’t blame her for it. I wasn’t around in her need, so now she made her choice, and I can’t stop her from finding her independence. So, for now on, she’s is her own woman even if she’s barely legal. Whatever happens to her, is all on her own accord without me there; I would have left her at that apartment, but I had to play the saving grace route. I wanted to put a bullet on them both, and just leave her traumatized, but fuck that shit. I am not going back to that old, gangbanging, no fucks spared side of me.
I have matured, and learned how to not take everything to heart. I could be heartless, but I can’t be. Since I am talking about my heart, I want to give my heart out to all the fathers out there, who have kids who want to be able to force their own independence. Shit, maybe I can even say that to someone who once roamed in XWF a decades ago, and its Sebastian Duke. I might have never crossed paths with him, but I know he has a son who’s on top of the mountain.
Thaddeus Duke… the guy who hold the heart of a Duke and HART of a champion in the technical aspect in XWF and Warfare in general. The man who has a deep, deep forever feud with Mark Flynn over who’s the best of the best. I know he’s probably busy with Dolly, and popping bubbly shit, acting like I don’t exist within his little bubble akin to his two Amigos, Alias and Corey Smith; the type of guy who thinks that he’s better then the average person in the ring since he hold a spirit of a fallen Hart dungeon member, the same man who’s father is in the Hall Of Legends.
I could sit here, and think that I have no chance to beat him in a purely technical match, where workrate has more relevance than anything else. But, if you people know, ever since I have showed my face back up here, I have made the attempt to beat those odds and prove myself that I can handle anything in front of me. Shit being a two time X-Treme champion, means that I am a fucking fireball waiting to explode to others in my direction. He might have more of a better status of a wrestler then me, and I know that he’ll out wrestle me in a heartbeat for his Hart Championship this Warfare.
Thad, you might be better than me at all accounts, but that does’t mean that you have a heart of real man who’s been through so much shit in his life, that you can gloze over. While you had a dad who you “hated” and have a silver spoon in your mouth, I had no father nor a sliver spoon in my mouth to get by. This Warfare, it’s time to bring in a new Hart Champion, and bring in a new SOUL in the division. Even if I don’t get to become Hart Champion, I still will feel like I am doing myself justice to take you out, while your friends watch in horror of what a REAL MAN can do to you.”
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