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Reggie Estrada · **08-19-2020, 06:50 AM**

[The scene opens up to Reggie back in California, where he is inside his one bedroom apartment sitting on his rusty chair, holding a beer bottle in his hand. As he takes a sip, his phone goes off and he see’s that his baby mama is on his caller ID and ignores it. Within the next ten minutes, it goes off again and he finally answers it.]

Reggie: What do you want Doloria?

Doloria:Look Reggie, i watched your segment last Saturday ago… and you had that old white man sign the papers for our daughter? Are you crazy?

Reggie: Hey, he already has a broken family, maybe Miranda will fit right in with his broken mindset.

Doloria: You know Reggie, ever since you got back to this wrestling shit you’ve become a terrible person. What happened to the man i’ve loved all those six years ago?

Reggie: You really want to know what happened? Ever since we gave life to our daughter all those years prior, i felt like i wasn’t a man to step up with that kinda responsibility. Plus, you managed to get involved with one of my old gang members behind my back, while your grandma had to raise our kid. Maybe, it’s for the best that he wants to further break our kid, so he feel like he’s accop—-

Doloria: LOOK REGGIE I AM COMING TO FIND YOU!!! I AM BRINGING HER ALONG WITH ME!

[Just like that, she hangs up the phone and Reggie then slams his hand on the table with distain. Then about three hours later, Doloria and Miranda manages to find his run down apartment, and knock on the door. Reggie doesn’t even bother to open it, until she kept knocking harder and harder, until one of the neighbors came outside to see the commotion. He finally opens the door, and Miranda rushes into his arms.]

Miranda: Daddy! I missed you so much! Please come back home with mommy, i don’t like uncle Hernandez.

Reggie: I can’t do that, your mother over there made her choice to stay with uncle Hernandez.

[Doloria then smacks her teeth at him.]

Doloria: Don’t start that bullshit with me Reggie, you are the one who left us to find yourself in that fake business. You had a better life with running drugs with the gang. That was stable, and more easier then you having to always leave to think you are tough, when you aren’t at all. Maybe it was a good thing you lost your belt at Japan.

[Reggie then balls his fist and almost strikes her, but he notices his daughter holding his side, which causes him to stop. Then Doloria, ended up pulling Miranda away from him, while she was trying to remove herself from her grip.]

Miranda: Let me go mom, i want to stay with dad!

Doloria: No we have to leave, we don’t want to see this deadbeat who put your custody on the line.

Miranda: I don’t care about that, mama… i hate uncle… he beat you… he tries to hurt me…

[Doloria then slaps Miranda in the face, and Reggie then gets enraged with what his own daughter proclaimed to the both of them. He then tosses his beer bottle the floor.]

Reggie: Wait a fucking minute, he’s doing all this shit to you and Miranda? I’mma kill that bastard.

Doloria: She’s just talking Reggie, we are so fine with out you. He’s more rugged and manly than you can ever be; and for now on, you just leave me and Miranda alone.

[Then Doloria phone goes off, and she answers her phone. She then nods her head, and she hangs up and grabs Miranda hand. Reggie then kneels on one knee, and he pats Miranda on her shoulders to console her.]

Reggie: Look Miranda, you know i always have your back no matter what happens. I may not be the best father in the world, but for you… i will make my effort to protect you, and let nobody hurt you. You understand me?

[Miranda then nods her head, and hugs her father. Then Doloria and Miranda leave his apartment, as the scene fades off.]

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“Clearly I may not be fit to be a father, but that is the least of my issues. You see, i have this issue with trusting people, and my B.M. is just one of those people who i can’t seem to trust on a good day. I’ll admit that being raised in a foster care system, and being transferred into an adopted family in my early teens, it made me kinda realize that the world isn’t shit and you aren’t guaranteed a godamn thing in the scope of things. Which means that, hey at some point we are just crabs in a bucket.

Now what is a crab in a bucket you ask? It’s basically not getting what you want, you all remember that one time Batista at one point demanding Triple H to give him what he wanted, and Triple H refused to give him what he wanted?; that’s the crab mentality right there plain, and simple to the naked eyes.

Now, when I have opened the challenged i called it that, merely to see if anyone would understand how hard it is to get what you want. There was this one guy who accepted it, a old hardcore relic who has that mentality of not getting what he wants… a man they call…

Charlie Nickles.

A man who had it all, he had the fame, fortune, and the simple fact that he always put his body on the line ALL the time. But at what cost? This man had a family, but due to him being always having that crab mentality in the ring and outside of it, it seems like he can’t control his own issues. It’s like he wants his blood soaked cake, and eat too. He trapped with his own memories of being a hardcore cog in the machine, that would make Randy “The Ram” Robinson cry.

Well let me say this to you Charlie, you chose to be this crabby man who can’t understand that you can’t have everything you want. Hell, you manage to put up my child for christ sake, and for what? …

Just because i’m not a fit father?…

Or just the mere fact, that you have a restraining order against one of your baby’s mothers and want to use my daughter as leverage. Well Charlie, i could have told you to fuck off with your stips, but i like a good challenge coming in my own way. You wanted Robbie to be the ref, and you wanted a Lighttubes Deathmatch to boot within your own agenda, that is fine by me. We signed on it, but you and i didn’t need to beat one another down that last time; it made us look like we were fighting for being bottom of the barrel. I’ve always been beneath this company before you even had a chance to wanting to fight Robert Main, and let me tell you for free… you will end up staying in the bottom of the barrel.

While I elevate myself through those light tubes, I will make it my civic duty to break each and everyone one of them over your skull. I will use the broken shards of it, and stab you in the body with it. I’ve seen those kinda matches before, and oh man i can’t wait to turn you in my bloodied stuffed animal that you are destined to be.

I will make sure that your children who you don’t have any vision right too, will see their deadbeat Daddy getting brutalized on television. By that point, you’ll know how it is to be broken individual who’s nothing more than a man who can’t get his own way. Heh, maybe by the time i kill you in that ring, I can have your children, and take top honors on being a legend killer.

These fans will see how much you are nothing more than an underdeveloped man, who relies on being all shock and no substance. If your own ex-wife and kids can see through you, then you’re fucked Charlie the deadbeat tuna.

I hope those hooks will pierce your skin, and raise you out of your own so called legacy in the XWF.”

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