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Reggie Estrada · (11-11-2025)

[A long time ago there were 3 Thug-a-teers roaming in the barros in LaLuna. The 3 thugs in their finest black cassock with a red pussy house as the emblem, in their black pants and boots with their swords in their side. As they roam in the streets, they encounter another gang who repped Apaches who were slinging heroin by the sea shore.]

JB: Hol’ up, they finna steal our port?

T: Nah, they're gonna have to pay some taxes on our seaport.

Reg: Ala noches de suna la killa!

[Then these three thug-a-teers pull up their swords and head to the sea port, where they see a bunch of French Apaches gang shipping half of kilos of heroin on the ship. Reggie comes up to one of the gang members and they almost come to blows.]

Reg: Ache nomas no mova de heroion on our port!

Apaches member 1: Va te faire foutre, sale mégère ! On expédie ce qu'on veut, comme on veut!

Reg: Argula nas madas no land tú comprende!?!

Apaches member 1: Les gars, éloignez ces hommes de notre vue, sinon vous ne mangerez pas pendant une semaine.

[Then the gang members pulled out their swords and since it was a 5 to 3 ratio, they were outnumbered, but here’s the twist, Tommy had a hidden musket in his pants and shot three guys in the chest with it.]

JB: Ay how thy get a gat?

T: Orge i gert this musket from me granda in the plunder of Viva La Miscrable!

JB: Bruda thy nutter than a piston off a wheelbarrow in these barros!

[Then suddenly, the horseback police came in to stop this raid, and the three THUG-A-Teers had fled the seaport back into Tommy’s lair. While Tommy was shinnin his musket, JB and Reggie sat on a couch looking at the heroin they stole before the police men busted in. Then Reggie takes a shot of it on his spoon. Reggie then gets hyped and hits things!]

Reg: Arriba las heroine!.... Mas la revolution!....

[JB then tries to settle the high, amped up Reggie. Then sometime passes, JB and T had a line up of castles to rob, “The House Of King”, “House Of Psycho”, “House Of Hardcore”, and “Waywonders”. “Thorned Crown”. They had a list of the main figureheads and its underlings to kill off. It took them two hours to plan these licks, due to how they have no horses to get to those castles; but Tommy somehow had a Flintstone eqsue car he showed them by his garage.]

T: Well mates this contraption hur runs off 20 pints of beer and well…

JB: Well what?

T: …i haven’t used this bloody car since that whore Roxy stole my wheels.

JB: Roxy who?... thy wench Reggie is under the tutelage of?

[Reggie regains his senses and comes up to both of them with his sword.]

Reg: No dis mi mamacita Roxy…she put me in her team!

JB: Oh right they got drafted into her team…hm….you know what fuck this ol english shit. Tommy you said you got your wheels jacked?

T: Yeah bro, but it's old…and honestly I don't want to rob these castles, but what I do want to do is go to Roxy’s house to take my wheels back.

[Reggie then takes a swig of french beer, and he crushes on his head, and he leads them out back to the streets. An hour passes, and they are at a gate where Roxy’s place was. They snuck into the backdoor, they saw a ballroom full of naked, french women who had the pussy house rose in their hands, doing um, naughty shit. As Tommy and JB were getting frisky with the hoes, Reggie goes to a room and sees a sheet. He rips the sheet to see the head of Richard Powers. He then barfs at the head of the decomposing man, and a woman comes into the room with an axe, aiming at him. Reggie backed up with his sword.]

Woman: Que fais-tu dans le château de la reine Roxy ?

Reg: Mi looking for Roxy Cotton, I got some words I have with her.

Women: Roxy n'est pas là, elle est en excursion avec la princesse Atara et Jolee. N'es-tu pas celui qui a volé de l'héroïne avec deux hommes?

Reg: Okay then, um…ill be goin no–

[The woman aims her ax on his neck, and Reggie bows on his knees to be spared, then she laughs at him, and throws the ax on the floor.]

Woman: Espèce d'idiot ! Je plaisantais, en fait je t'aime bien. Roxy m'a dit des choses formidables, comme cette alchimie parfaite entre toi et la princesse Jolee. Tu l'as bernée avec ton intelligence.

Reg: You saw that match?...well lets say im cunnin mamacita..

[Then he starts to rub up on the woman who wanted his head earlier, but she gives in and leans her neck for him to mack on, back at the party on the walls we see the heads of all the War Games competitors painted with the Pussy House as a placeholder for the heads. Then all of the women started chanting “ La Maison de la Foufoune” in a cult-like way, which made the duo nervous.]

JB: Um…this shit is gettin odd, where did Reggie g—

[Tommy then starts to join the chant, as JB looks on with contempt, then an hour passes. JB walks into one of the chambers, and hears moans and groans. JB puts his ear on the door, but accidentally pry it open to see Reggie and the french woman doing some fornication.]

JB: Oh shit my bad!....

[The woman then just laid there with a smirk on her face, and she whispered something into Reggie’s ear, and he looked at JB.]

Reg: I think this french woman wants a taste of that moor like dick you have, bro!

JB: Ooooh nahh, im good homes, i think i should leave yall alone. Imma try to find Tommy in this castle.

Reggie: Suit yourself hombre…

[As JB leaves the chambers, Reggie and the French woman go back into fornication, as JB wanders in this castle to see various sex acts that his eyes can’t maintain, then he stumbles upon a shrine of Pussy House, as it shines he’s mesmerized by it. Then one woman comes to “entertain” JB, who he thought looked like Atara in her finest greek dress. Elsewhere, Tommy was being fed grapes on a chair, and one of the girls insisted he drink the wine. But he refused, and one of them held him down, and forced him to drink the wine. Then the wine hits like a brick as he’s faded, and imagines seeing Tatiana Jolee in the crowd. All three Thug-A-Teers were getting Pussy Housified.]

deux jours plus tard...

[We see Tommy’s clothes half way ripped including his sword missing, JB started saying various greek words for no reason, while Reggie who got laid, looked at the duo if they were messed up. They are back in the seaport where the drug bust happened before, trying to find themselves.]

JB: Shit man, I'm in love…

T: You tellin me… i got drugged out of my mind… I want to go back to that castle!

JB: I want to go there but… something felt hella off. Like, it felt like some omnipresence was in the castle…

T: You talkin bullshit, at least you weren’t ganged up by those french women in the foyer. I think even one had me suck on her toes…

[Tommy then hurls out a toenail clipping out of his mouth. Reggie looked on with disgust]

Reg: Disgusting T, at least spit it out in the sink!

T: My house, don't like to get out mate!

[T goes to his room to freshen up, as Reggie and JB sit alone on the table.]

JB: I saw you get in your shit last time with that woman, ever gotten her number?

Reg: Nah, it was a one off thing, but before that you know what I found?

JB: What?

Reg: I saw the head of Richard Powers on the mantle. I swore to god I was dreamin but…

JB: Ohhh, I know what you mean, when I saw the murals of war games heads on the wall with T.. I knew what time it was. Speaking of which, do you feel ready to be in War Games again?

Reg: Most def, because after being in Roxy’s castle few days ago, made me realize that im in the best fucking team in my life. I got so many women's hitters that it makes me feel like the odd man out though.

JB: I know how you feel, being the odd one out of things. How else do you think I felt when The Blackest Hole left my ass dead!? Take this shit as a blessing, even if your team doesn't advance this shit.

[Tommy comes out with a scroll that had a War Games emblem on it, as he opens it and reads it, his eyes widen up at the message from the elder gods of XWF.]

T: Fellas, I think it's time for the thug-a-teers to reach into the sunshine again!

JB: What are you talking about?

[T shows the scroll to both men, and their eyes widen up as well.]

JB: Do you think we should do it, Reggie? We don’t want to take the shine from you and your team.

Reg: Hey don’t worry about me and the team, do whatever fits your goals in this place. Look fellas imma head out back to my crib, ill talk to y’all later.

[JB and T look over the scroll once again and talk amongst themselves, as we see Reggie in a house in the middle of a field somewhere in France, basking in the sunset. As it set, he got back to his crib, and placed his horse near his barn, and fed him some water and hay. Then he goes to his small house by the farm, and sits on his rocking chair in his living room. He was flipping various channels until he got bored, then he decided to pull out a very primitive camcorder to record himself speaking.]

Regg: Let me be honest, I'm still shocked that we went to Roxy’s castle. We three thug-a-teers were just having a blast there, but I thought for a second I was about to lose my head. But thankfully, that wasn’t the case and I was able to break it down in her cocha. For me, I feel honored to be in War Games again. I'm happy as hell to be able to have JB and T join me in England for this shit. So happy, that I can fuck my horse’s ass, no fuck that im not into “beastality sex” like someone else i heard was into. Not to kink shame, but.. Nahh, fuck all that shit do what you want.

Just like how i did that french mamacita, is how im going to show out for the team of…of… somethin something french… ah right, “La Maison de la Foufoune”... that team with Pussy House emblem that will forever be burned into my retinas like that head of Richard Powers in that room. I can admit, I'm traumatized like shit over it but I forgot about it once when I was sharing bed with Roxy’s personal guard in her chambers.

Soy un perro en celo, ni las pulgas pueden subirse a mi pene.

To be blunt, our team will be the sole survivor in these games, and even if we have to have that “OFF WITH THE HEADS” mantra throughout our match, then so be it. We are at war, and someone got to shed some blood for the cause, and im not talking about menstruations either, im talking real, bonafide blood out of the human anatomy that isn’t even possible. I want the crowns off the heads of House of King members, I want the House of Psycho’s members skulls to be eaten by my sweet serpentine snake of the damned, I would love to stick my sword on heads of House of Hardcore members, maybe Richard’s will be my souvenir in the battle field.

I would love to rip the eyes out of The House of Wayward Wanderers members, and eat them in my pot of stew and severed tongue at night. Maybe have them be misguided to the chance of victory in the battlefield, that would make Hellen Keller jealous. Then I would so so so SO love to put the members of House Of Thorned Crown on a cross, and have them be crucified until they see their maker.

En resumen, House Pussy será el último equipo en esta contienda. Lucharemos hasta el final.

Aunque no lleguemos a la final, igual voy a joder al sistema y hacer que me supliquen piedad.

Gane o pierda, seré la sorpresa de mi equipo, llevándolos a la destrucción durante años.

¿Entendido?

[After his speech, he puts his camcorder on the floor, heads out to a farm and rides his horse in his uniform, as the scene fades to black.]

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