[It opens up with a slightly older Reggie primarily at age 14, this time with his hair braided with a little goatee underneath his chin. He is dressed down in his long pants and his black shirt that had the WCW logo on it, he had some flowers in his hand that he bought from a flower shop that was about fifteen blocks away from Whitney’s house. As he walked there with the flowers, he gets confronted by some older teens near at an McDonald’s parking lot. They were honking at him, and he see’s them, and noticed this older teen who slightly resembled that alright, alright, alright guy with his letterman jacket on comes out of his benz to confront him.]

Jock-Ass #1: Oh well well well… if it isn’t the loverboy Reggie. The same boy who made out with my girlfriend at that party last year, you remember right? Monica… the same one who made you look like a joke.

Reggie: Yeah… yeah, so what.. it was last fuckin year. Can’t you go off elsewhere with that nonsense I don’t got time for you or your weak ass crew. I got a date with someone.

Jock-Ass #1: DATE… DATE?... the little runt like yourself got a date?.... with a ugly, poor boy like yourself who been in foster care for so long that nobody picked you for adoption. Oh man, whom ever she is… she’s going to be a disappointed with you!

[Then he goes back to his car, and tells his other friends on about it. Then they all start to laugh at him for that, then he brings out Monica and the two make out in front of him. Disgusted, he walks off from the parking lot heading to Whitney’s home. Then he at the door and was knocking for about a good ten minutes or so, he was about to leave until he heard the door open. He then turns around to see Whitney in her PJs with her bunny slippers on.]

Whitney: Hey Reggie, do you know what time it is?

Reggie: It’s only six in the evening, what going on with you in your pjs so soon?

Whitney: Well you see…uh, I can’t go out past six at these hours. I thought you told me over the phone you’d be here at two in the afternoon! I was waiting ya know?

Reggie: Sorry about that, I got caught up with some my studies and shit you know? Plus, I had to do chores in the house that took WAY longer, then excepted.

Whitney: Well, my mom’s making dinner, so I’ll ask her if you can have dinner with us. Come in!

[Reggie comes into her house, and was standing near the jacket closet door. As he was nervous as he was holding the flowers, then he see’s a spitting image of Sofia Vergara coming out of the kitchen in her apron with Whitney. As soon has he looked into her eyes, he was mesmerized but snapped out of it as Whitney was introducing him to her mother.]

Whitney: This is my friend Reggie from school, he’s the guy I always talk to you about. He’s the guy who always defended me from all the bullies during our lunch break. He even beat up a guy once who tried to harasses me! He’s an overall good guy, and I would like for him stay for dinner.. is that fine with you?

Whitney’s mom: Sure Whitney, en casa su casa! Reggie, its so nice to meet you at a time like this, but when she told me you were supposed to meet her at three in the afternoon, I was shocked that you didn’t come over then. Well, dinner will be ready in like less than two hours, I’m making some Enchiladas!

[Reggie still focused on her uh.. eyes… then switched his attention towards Whitney. Then once her mom heads back into the kitchen, she take Reggie to the basement where was a CD set players, a fatback TV with comcast cable box on top, and a brown leather couches where they sat upon. He then hands her the flowers, which she was shocked to get from him.]

Whitney: Flowers for me, Reggie?

Reggie: Yeah, I wanted to get you something nice. I wanted to get her earlier, but I got confronted by the jocks at the parking lot near McDonalds… those pricks gave me hard time, while I was trying to get here.

Whitney: Oh fuck those puntos, I like them and I like you too. I mean, I really was waiting for you to come over soon, because I wanted to show you something I made for us.

Reggie: Show it to me, I’m all in.

[Then she instructed him to closes his eyes, which he does, and she head off to get a scrapbook that she complied of their friendship over the year. She taps him on his arm, and he opens to see the scrapbook she made, and he opens it to see all the pictures she had took from her polaroid with him and herself. Reggie smiles, and he looks at her.]

Reggie: Wow, you know how to take pictures, you should have joined the photography club last year… maybe get your photo creds up in the schools newspaper.

Whitney: I am too shy for that, you know that. I tried out back when we were in the eight grade, but I chickened out from it, due to just my sheer anxiety of being around people.

Reggie: Well, looks like we are the same… people suck. But we got to deal with them, but anyways lets listen to some music on your CD disk set, lets have ourselves a dance party.

[Whitney then gets off the couch and gets a rack of CD’s and she picks out this one album, then she puts the CD in and she fiddles around with the track listing, then it plays “Smile” by an unknown singer named Vitamin C. As the song played, Reggie looked soured over the song and she was jamming out with it. Reggie then laughs at the lyrics that this singer speaking on.]

Reggie: What is this trash?... put a smile on your face?.... man this song is hot garbage!

Whitney: No it isn’t, plus you need to put a smile on your face and dance with me. C’mon and get up with me.

Reggie: Na—

[She pulls him up the couch and they start to dance, then Reggie then starts to say “put a smile on your face” out loud as he swayed his hands in the air. As they are dancing, she hears her mom calling them up for dinner. Then she turns off the CD set, and heads up stairs while Reggie picks up the scrapbook, and still mouths the chorus as he slowly heads upstairs as it fades off.]



[It opens up to Reggie carrying his duffel bag heading to an Amtrak station at 12PM, he is at the ticket both getting his ticket for Wisconsin. After he’s gotten his ticket, he sits down at the waiting area until he’s called to come in. He looks at the time card, and it said it wont come until 3pm so now he’s just there to kill time. After awhile had passed, he got bored and got up to stretch his legs with his bag; then he roam around to see a familiar face whom he hadn’t scene since high school. He noticed it was Whitney, who had her own bag and her big camera on her shoulder who had a slight appearance as Shira Lazar with short hair. He comes up to her with a huge smile on his face, and she looks at him.]

Reggie: Hey Whitney! It’s been about two decades or so since we have even seen one another. How have you been?

[She then tries to remember him, but she was to focused on her phone.]

Reggie: You know that guy who you had dinner with back then? The Enchiladas… that Vitamin C song in your house?... alright I’ll uh… leave you be.

[As he walks away, she finally remembered what he looked like and she immediately grabs him by the wrist to get this attention.]

Whitney: OH REGGIE!... I’m surprised you’d be apart of this train station, how has your life been? Also, I noticed you got your bag, where are you heading off to at this time?

[Reggie then sits across from her, and drops his bag in front of him.]

Reggie: I’m heading to Wisconsin, and I’ve been alright so far. I got myself into the wrestling game, and now I am going to that arena to defend a title against someone. I noticed you got your camera, and I was wondering if you still take pictures for a hobby?

Whitney: Oh that amazing, I know since you’ve always been telling me you’d be the next John Cena or the next Chavo or something to that effect since we were in school. Yeah, this old heap of junk I’ve had for over six years and yes, I still take pictures for a hobby of mines. I’m heading to Wisconsin for a visit, what about you?

Reggie: Oh yeah, I’m heading there as well for these couple of weeks. But did you know it’ll be delayed until like 3pm or something, I got here thinking it’d be here at like 1:30pm or some shit but man I am pissed I got here so early.

Whitney: Me Too!... I got up at six in the morning, and was waiting for an uber to take me here, and I was getting my stuff and wham it was quarter to 12pm on my watch and I had to bail so quick, that I almost left my stuff in my house. But at last, I got here and it was delayed… gosh, this Amtrak sucks.

Reggie: Tell me about it, I would have flown, but I’m broker then a joker in the streets. I mean, I have some money saved but… I’m a simple man and take trains for the low prices.

Whitney: True, so Ture…. Reggie, I was wondering about this idea I had. Feel free to say no to it If you aren’t down for it.

Reggie: I’m all ears.

[Whitney then blushes at the idea, and wonders her eyes around. Then she looks into his eyes, as he smile at her and tilts her head at him.]

Whitney: How about we share a room in Wisconsin? I know a place that’s pretty cheap, and we can be close to the city if you like that. I feel like, if we are going to the same place, we can get closer than before.

[Reggie eye’s widen up to her idea, and he nods his head to it. Then she smiles at him, he points at her camera, which she uses to take a picture of him. Then Reggie’s phone goes off in his pocket, and he see’s on the ID that was Doloria but he ignores it and places it back into his pocket. With less than a few hours left for the train to arrive, he gets an idea.]

Reggie: Hey Whitney, I have an idea to do to kill some time. How about we do some promos for me to send to the office at my job? I would like for you to film it, don’t worry I know a location in this place we can shoot it in.

Whitney: Oh really? I have never done this kinda stuff before… alright I’m all in, let film it!

[Then she takes her camera, and they head off into an unknown location… not really, they headed to the shuttle area on the sidewalk, where Reggie had on a winter hat on his head, some sunglasses on his eyes, with a lit cigarette that he lit up earlier. As he takes a puff, he tosses it down and looks into the camera.]

“Look at me, I’m Alias a guy who always has a sad face no matter what I do, or even say. I still feel like the world so hates me, and I want to blow my brains out! I want to sit in my house, and eat my left hand until I starve myself to death, just so I can feel so alive. Yes, I am schizophrenic man with a fetish for putting my hands in people’s mouths, hell look at feeble attempts at Tula. You all wouldn’t under—”

[Reggie takes off the sunglasses and the hat off, and tosses them into the street. Then he looks into the camera with a tense glare, as people pass by him as he was talking into it.]

“No I am not Alias, I am not the hand enthusiast in people’s mouths, I am a man who has an agenda to get through with. Ever since I had gotten my second reign as champion of the X-Treme division, it was nothing more but controversy after controversy… I had to shut down those critics who claim that it was a fluke. Look, I am not the one who left for DR last year and forgot to follow the rules or I’m not the one who ended up being double booked to defend a singles AND a tag belt all in the same night, at first… I thought to myself, there’s something fucked about this situation… but god simply told me to go for it.

Which I did, and manage to make something out of nothing. Look at me now, here I am waiting for a long ass train to pass by to Wisconsin, just to ride up north or so in order to think about how long and far I’ve been a champion here. I’ve done so many kickouts, that would make Fuzz or even Vinnie Lane blush for how periodically I defend this belt. Shit, if a kid tried to pin me in middle of the of the street, I’d kickout and give him some candy for trying me. I mean, I’m still heated over what Alias’s boytoy blabbed on about me not defending it properly, and it’s time to prove him wrong… defending against his ice cream life partner.

I have no issues what those two do behind closed doors, but I am going to say this match is going to be a bloody mess in the grand scheme of things. So bloody, that not even the police wouldn’t know who’s blood is spilled in the ring or even on the grass, so bloody that it would break the god damn Muta scale. I am not afraid to say, that Alias’s time here are going to be numbered by me and for this belt I have to defend. Smith is going to cry so much, that his boytoy has gotten slayed by the rebellious one in the ring… as he will be my second victim.

Now, let me be real with y’all… I know he’s made waves in this company in such a short time. I can’t fault him for being beloved by everyone, even the ones who don’t like him can somewhat embrace his oddities and outsider behavior. So, if they had decided to have him run this division, then so bet it… I still got my Fuck The X-Treme title on my shoulder, because a belt doesn’t define the man… the man defines belt. Well in that case, it means that I am not afraid to lose this belt and move on to my next phase… which is really going to watch him crash and burn with it, just so I can steal it from him. Life is not fair, right?

Alias, you may not know me and I don’t know shit about you either, the only thing I remember you for was trying to do a never ending loop of a rolling through pins on me; which I had to dead that shit with that Stop Card and sent you to heartless realm. Now, I am tasked to fight a heartless man like yourself, which I wish I had a Keyblade to wipe you off the face of the earth as your heart flies in the air out of your shell. But at last, I anit Sora… and only thing I can lock down is this title away from you in Green Bay without a keyhole in sight.

You’re going to need Smith by your side by the end the night, because you won’t be coming home with your head on straight with your hands in your mouth. You’re going to feel my brutality that I yet to unleash to you, I will not go out like a Cobain against a boytoy like yourself this coming 31st of January.”

[Reggie then taunts into her camera, and she stops the recording. Then they look over into it, but before they could say anything the train had arrived and people started to get in line. So with their bags they brought, they also head into the line with their bordering passes. The scene simply fades off from train heading off to Wisconsin.]