[No es que importe dónde está Reggie, pero we see him at a cemetery where he stands before his baby mother Dolorita who passed away four months ago due to overdose from some illicit drugs in her body. A pesar de que él y su madre bebé no se llevaban bien but for the sake of his now 14 year old daughter Miranda, who stood beside him feeling dead inside as they saw her headstone. Reggie then places some plastic flowers on it and pours some modelo beer on the ground.]
Miranda: Papa, it's been awhile since you came back to San Diego. I have always been calling you and you don’t seem to answer your phone, why is that?
Reg: To tell you the truth, I didn’t want to disappoint you while I was out in Mexico. I hadn’t been calling anyone, because of some other stuff.
Miranda: Mira, no quiero explicártelo. Pero...
Reg: Papá, dime, ¿a qué te refieres?
[Reggie then sighs as they enter his car to drive from the cemetery. As they were driving, Reggie was at a red light in a busy intersection, where some people who were crossing the street were giving him dirty looks, even one of them screaming “GO BACK TO MEXICO” until the light went green as he went on his way. He was heated about it, but Miranda tried to remedy the situation.]
Reg: Fine, what I mean is that I am dealing with legal issues in Mexico. It’s been cleared out, but people have been calling me a Depredador infantil, violador e incluso un inmigrante ilegal.
Miranda: WHAT? That 's very fucked up from those people. No deberías dejar que la gente te juzgue, papá. Eres gran hombre
Reg: I know Miranda, but you know how it is when you are a pro wrestler who’s tryin to live a quiet life, it’s pretty rough to be a good man. People already judge before they know you.
Miranda: Dad, I've been judged for my whole life for being hispanic. I even had a teacher tell Abuela that i wouldn’t make it past certain classes, and look where I am now? I am an honor roll student who excels through a lot of my classes.
Reg: Shit, that’s amazing to hear! I wasn’t soo lucky back when I was your age, all my time was cutting classes and doing stupid shit.
Miranda: What kinda stuff you got involved with back then?
[They stopped at another red light, and he looked at her when she asked him that question. He shook his in shame as it went to green, then a few blocks away they stopped at a local waffle house to have lunch on a Sunday afternoon. There was a long line, so they ended up waiting in the car for the crowd to die down, then after an hour later they went inside and got a booth to sit. As the place was kinda quiet, they were able to get their orders in as they had been given two glasses of water from the waiter. Then she looked at her dad, who still had a gloomy look on his face at the table.]
Miranda: I noticed that you had your head down when I asked you that question. Look dad I want you to know whatever you did in my age isn’t that important.
Reg: I know, but you have to know I came to this place illegally before I knew who my parents were who died in a house fire. I already had been set back due to language barriers and different cultures and what not, hell most of my english came from watching wrestling matches on VCR tapes.
Miranda: What are VCR tapes?
[Reggie then knew he exposed his age, then their food came and they said a prayer. As they were starting to eat, a few overzealous neckbeardish fans come at his table, holding various merch for him to sign. Even one of them start to touch his daughter’s shoulder, which caused him to almost flip out. Then one of them manages to ask him very impersonal questions, which made him want to punch the shit out of them, but he kept his calm demeanor as he was trying to eat his eggs.]
N.B #1: How do you feel about being canceled in the business due to your involvement with some girls who aren’t of age.
Reg: What the fuck does that mean?
N.B #1: You know, don't you know… I heard that Theo had to send you a letter from the legal team from the parents of the victims who wanted to sue you for damages.
Reg: What?
N.B #4: HOW DOES IT FEEL BEING A THIRD WHEEL OF THUGS… BETTER YET A FOURTH WELL IN A CONTENDERSHIP MATCH… ROBOGRAVY RULLZZZ!
N.B #7: SIGN MY FUNKO POP OF DOLLY AND COREY PLLZZZ!!!!
[Then all the marks started to annoy the hell out of Reggie, who simply tried to eat in peace, then once a creep started to take a photo of his daughter, then starts to punch the guy in the face and break his camera in the process. He then starts to stomp on the guy in his Sunday loafers, then the Waffle House employees break up the fight, and told the Neckbeards to beat it. Then one of the supervisors came up to Reggie and Miranda to check in on them. Reggie slams his hands on the table out of frustrations with these lowlife pieces of shits, he then pulls out his wallet and drops three $100 dollar bills to pay for the possible damages, and storms off the premises into his car as Miranda follows suit. As he was driving he was still heated with what went down to the point he was weaving in and out of traffic, putting himself and her in high risk then Miranda screamed “SLOW DOWN DAD!” as he was blasting near 90 miles on the road. Then he ended up dropping Miranda to her abuela house, he footed the brakes too hard which caused both of them to jerk on the seats.]
Miranda: WHAT THE HELL DAD!
Reg: I’M SORRY!
Miranda: YOU'RE NOT SORRY FOR LEAVING MOM AND ME BEHIND!
Reg: ¡SALGA DEL COCHE!
[Then she forcibly opens the door, and slams it shut as her abuela comes out to see her, then before she could see Reggie, he sped out of the neighborhood with tears in his face. It's been about four days since he left San Diego, and stayed in an AirBnB near Coreytopia that was about four hours away from the compound itself. He was alone at a private beach somewhere, as he sat by a local shack shop that was facing the open seas. As the shack was playing some reggae music, he was greeted with some jerk chicken and brown rice he ate, after he was finished he paid and left the shack to walk around the beach, then he walked to a small porch facing the sea as he sat there, thinking to himself.]
“Fuck man, I know i did my kid wrong by acting irrationally and i’m still feeling the effect of Dolorita dead on my mind. That phone call four months ago really fucked me up, I don’t know how I managed to keep it together for such a long period of time, but I guess that how unrequited love can be for the sake of of it, even though me and her didn’t get along after Miranda was born, she always held me down through rough times, and bad times… but of course that pendejo Hernedez had to fuck her up with some drugs. But that’s the past, and I know I need to move on to other things, but that’s fucking hard to do that for me.
It’s like, there’s a part of me wanting to end it all and never look back, maybe looming in spiritual limbo or being dragged to hell, whichever comes first for me. Maybe, death is a numbfull experience for me, just like losses in my own life. I feel so numb, even a stingray couldn’t make me feel pain, because I feel like I am just numb inside. I could always chase down that red dragon who thinks it’s X-Treme of generic proportions, or the two headed dragon beast that has a JoJo Bizzare/Bam Margera element, or chase the TV headed dragon who only needs fifteen minutes of fame.
Which ever dragons come to me, it wouldn’t matter because I already know that god damn robot already claimed it’s rights to the TV headed dragon, I guess AI is real and it’s really fucked up. But hey, it doesn’t mean that others who are in the quest for the three dragons are more likely to win this contendership five way affair, hell there’s a ten to one chance of me being a sole survivor in this thing. When I heard who I was facing, I already knew from the jump that I wouldn’t make it past anywhere in this match, well I guess that challenge has to be accepted then on my own misfortune….
….Pero me decidí y tomé la decisión de ir tras el Campeonato de Televisión. La cúpula del dragón con cabeza de TV que quiero en bandeja para enviar a Isaiah o Noah como una amenaza. Joder, también podría enviarlo a Robocop en su lugar.....
What I said is I want that Television Championship, I want that TV headed dragon’s done freshly prepared for Robogravy to eat as I take that title and make myself a so-called fifteen minutes of a famous nobody who wouldn’t bat an eye at. I’ve seen people who held the belt, and most if not all of them were fucking legends in the making or been up there, hell i could have sorn that Cain Dewey culo de perra Nickles had the damn thing too. I want to make a difference in that TV division. I want to feel that competition. I could go after the X-Treme title but I've done all I can for that division, and the tag title division?... I'll let JB and T handle that one, because I don’t know anyone in this company would want to team with me to get those belts off Kido and Cashe, on god!
To put it bluntly, I know I won’t be the sole survivor of this match, but that doesn’t mean I will stop at nothing to end up next in line for the Television championship, this isn’t for me… it’s for my dead baby mother, it’s for Miranda and Abuela, it’s for the civil workers who’s gonna show up at Coreytopia who needs a real, honest, rugged and raw man who will fight for what is right.
All I want to do is fight to get my life back together, make things right for me and my family… so consider me a buffalo soulja who’s ready for war this MayDay.”
[Then we see him simply looking out to the sea, as the scene fades to a Red, Black, and Green flag to close out this piece.]
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