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Reggie Estrada · (07-20-2023)

[We opened up with Reggie out in the market in San Diego, he was walking around the open air market where he was buying some fresh fruits and a pound of fish. As he was walking outside of the open air market, he ended up bumping into some street hoodlum who managed to steal his stuff and fleas into the market. Reggie was about to chase him, but he didn’t bother to do so as he took a taxi back to his house. As he enters his abode, he opens up his mail at the kitchen as he checks his house phone for messages near the living room.]

O:“Message 1, From Abulea”

A: “Reggie, where are you!? Miranda went missing! Please call me back”

O:“Message 2, From unknown number”

M: “Reggie, I mean dad… if you get a message from Abuela…tell her I'm not coming back home.”

[Reggie then stops his messages, and he calls Abeula Diez back]

R: “Hello, Abuela?”

A: “Si, Reggie! I tried to call you earlier, why didn’t you pick up!”

R: “I was busy with some shit. I just peeped the message about Miranda, what happened to her?”

A: “She’s been missing for over three weeks when you left the town. The last time she was with me, she told me that she dropped out of middle school and we had a blow out over her messing up her life.”

R: “What?... wait…she quit school?... what!?!?”

A: “Oh Reggie, she is a lost soul, ever since you left her with me. She just became a different person without my daughter in her life. Reggie, please find her!”

R: “How can I do that? I don’t know where she went off too…”

A: “How do you not know?... ¡Deberías ser más responsable como padre que como un matón callejero! Reggie, tienes que pensar en tu hija. Está rota y tú puedes arreglarla. No te rindas aquí por favor.”

R:“Mira, ella tomó la decisión de dejar tu casa para estar en las calles. No quiero ser un imbécil, pero ella no quería que hiciera nada con ella.”

[Then Abula just ended the call. Then he tosses his home phone across the wall out of anger, then he heads into his bedroom and he starts to scream like a loon. After he was done exerting his energy, he sat on his bed and was looking across the window that was facing an empty parking lot. As the sun was beaming, he ended up finding a scrapbook full of his memories of Dolorita, Miranda and the good days they had. As he flipped more into it, he found his old photos of when he was in his late teens/early 20s with his GED.]

[He then starts to shed a tear over something that he didn’t think he would obtain due to his status in America at the time. Then his cell phone rang, and it was Joventa who wanted to facetime him on his phone, and he answered as he lay in the bed.]

R: “Joventa, what’s going on?”

J: “I wanted to check in on you Reggie, how’s life back in the states?”

R: “More or less mediocre… my daughter ran out of her Abuela's house..and all that.”

J:“Oh my, that’s rough man…how are you holding up?”

R: “Not well, my head is all over the place with going to Paris, finding my missing daughter who wants nothing to do with me….I want to pull a gun to my head and end my misery.”

J:“Whoa there papi, why are you saying that?”

R: “My mouth tends to say shit compared to what my mind truthfully says. I guess, I'm just having a bad day when someone stole my market goods earlier.”

J: “Well… what can I do to make you happier?”

[ Reggie says nothing as he veers his eyes elsewhere, then on her line she decides to show her half naked body which caught his attention. Before anything could go further, he gets a random call where he ends up telling Joventa to hang up and he answers the line, and it was Miranda who was breathing heavily on the other line, which made Reggie prop out from his bed with urgency.]

R: “MIRANDA! ARE YOU OKAY!?!”

M: “Da–Dad… i– i am in jail…”

R: “JAIL?...”

M: “I– – i rea — - really need you to bail me out!”

R: “.....”

M: “Dad! PLEASE HELP ME!”

R: “....”

[With that, he hung up the phone, and he looked out his window. He then shook his head at the reflection with what he just heard. Then he ended up calling Abuela Diaz and told her simply she’s in jail, after the call he ended up just going outside of his townhome and drove around the city of San Diego until it was night fall, where he decided to park his car in the middle of a nowhere place, and slept there.]

[The following day, Reggie drove Abuela Diaz to the jail so she could bail her out. It took about three hours for them to release her so he waited outside of the jail. After they came out and rode in Reggie’s car back to her house, Reggie didn’t say a word as Miranda and Abuela were going at it in the car.]

A:“Miranda, why the hell did you get into jail?”

M: “I don’t want to talk about it…”

A: “If you don’t want to talk about it in front your father–”

M: “I don’t want to explain it to this man, grandma!”

A: “This man gave me the money to help me bail you out of jail. At least explain to yourself what you did to get caught into this mess!”

[Miranda rolled her eyes at them both, and it was pretty much silence until he got up to Abuela’s driveway. As Reggie unlocked the door, he told Abuela that he needs to say his piece to what’s going down.]

R: “Miranda, I know I'm not the best father, I know I'm not even close to being a man to help and support you. I want to tell you, that you graduated from being the little girl who I had the honor to help raise with your dead mother, to a full fledged convict who wanted to be grown. Miranda, I am telling you this as your father… if you ever run out of your grandma’s house and get caught up, I will not be there to bail you out. You are going to have to find out what life is REALLY like…so that’s my piece. Any questions?”

[Miranda then looked at Abuela with a concerned look on her face, as Abulea looked at Reggie who didn’t look at either of them and his eyes in front of the garage door. Then he sighs and they both leave his car, and as soon as they enter the house he immediately backs up and drives off back to his house. He pulls out a tripod, and he records himself letting out his feelings in the kitchen area.]

“I’m more or less in pain with my own struggles, with my family and being in this profession. I know I am not the best man for much, and I know that my own inability to be a father is what gained into my own psyche, I guess I graduated from being there to not being there like the hypocrite I am…I'm not perfect, nor was Dolorita. Maybe my own limited Educational output would have been a downfall if I didn’t get my GED, just for Miranda dropping out of school is so odd to me, it makes it even worse because I was up that point as well.

But, I tried as hard to reach the 12th grade but couldn’t handle all that, so I had to have an alt plan to make my adoptive parents proud of me, but now that’s dead and gone. But fuck it, i guess i had to tell myself to move on to something else that is worth it to me, I know my teenage daughter will find her way, but she has to make up her own mind, because she’s getting grown day by day. I wasn’t mad at her going to jail, I was just in disbelief… feeling like she’s going down my own path of crime, not something I would want for anyone’s kids, even Charlie’s kids.

I don’t know why I am even involved with the PPV next few Sundays from now. I was low key aiming for the ladder thing, but I guess I don’t fit a briefcase stip person. I guess it was for the best, because I ain't climbing no damn Eiffel Tower to get anything, let the rest do what they need to but I am glad I didn’t go past the top thing, and as an odd consolation prize they put me up against Mark Flynn and Mastermind for the X-Treme Championship. I am perfectly fine with this, because at least I can go X-Treme on both of them gringos.

Flynn, I know he’s close to breaking his record to obtaining his own briefcase if he retains at this briefcase, and I know once he gets it he gon end up Kevin Nash’in the strap in the trash bin just to cash it in on the current flavor of the month of Universal Champion. I know Flynn is a credible champion, his matches prove it. Hell he’s been around when Tommy and JB have been in this company for heaven’s sake! So I will give him this, he can put on a performance, but to that I ask….

Can he take things to the X-Treme?

I am not talking about putting on a craft work shit, I am saying can he take it far in order to obtain his own belt against me? I had more street cred with this belt, I had to do double duty at a ppv two years ago after pulling a fast one who was once an Omega man. Before then, I had to take it from Carnes during my Wrestler82 days in the fed. Not once, I ever had a shot at the belt on any show and had to creep around the hallway to get the belt off someone.

I have another person in the match, and his name is Mastermind, and I know how he is as a person. He has this mindset that he likes to master people, and well that’s not exactly a threat to me. Maybe to someone like Flynn in terms of intellectual and spirited debates over the virtues of what it means to be a champion in XWF other than that, not much else in the radar to me honestly. I respect his hustle with T-Shirts though, but rather rock Mr Oz’s shirt before I rock Mastermind’s on any given sunday.

Can Mastermind truly be the master of X-Treme?

Those questions can have those two loom when time comes before they reach to Paris, because I know full well that I will set the arena on fire with my shit, I will make sure to have some bloodshed be all over the canvas that would make Jon Moxley dick hard, that would make The Sheik come back from the grave and throw fireballs at Mastermind or Flynn as I tear them down and make them realize what it truly means to take things too far in the realm of X-Treme. They will not know what I will do to get the belt back, and run the gauntlet of death in the
X-Treme champion division.

Flynn, you will suffer…

Mastermind, you will suffer…

In the mortal words of Slipknot…..

ONLY ONE OF US WALKS AWAY!”

[Reggie then turns off the tripod, and it shifts into a Tube TV screen where it randomly explodes at the end to blood red as it ends.]

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