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Reggie Estrada · (04-11-2025)

[It opens up to a mid afternoon in Florida, where Reggae came home after a jog around the apartment complex, then as he looked around the front door a pair of loafers right next to Lina’s heels. Then he hears muffled noise in the main bedroom, and bed spring moving, and he walks down the hall and he see’s Lina and a guy who he doesn't know. Then mid stroke, Reggie pulls out a pistol from the drawer and aims at the both of them.]

Reg: Lina, get off him… or I'll shoot him and you!

[Lina ignored the threat as she kept riding him, and the guy looked at Reggie and gave him a finger. Then out of anger, he shoots at the headboard, near grazing the guy and she gets off him and rolls on the floor naked, as the guy backs up on the bed as Reggie held the gun on both of them.]

Guy: Whoa, I didn't know this guy was your fiance!

Lina: Yeah, he is..or was… Reggie what are you doing!?!

Reg: I should ask you both the same, I went out for a run and you came back to my apartment with Rico Suave lookin gringo, look Lina. I don't know what you tryin to play, but if this means you want to end the partnership, then say so.

[Then the Rico guy gets up and puts on his clothing, and tries to sneak off, but Reggie catches him with the aim of his gun.]

Reg: You stay, and you Lina…hand me the engagement ring.

[Lina then takes off the ring and tosses it to Reggie out of anger, then she puts on her house clothes and she starts to pack her stuff out of his closet. Some time passes, her duffle bag packed, she and the guy head towards the door.]

Lina: You know, if you had given me enough attention, I wouldn't have creeped around with the local mail man, Reggie. Now, are you kicking me out?.... What would Miranda think?

[Reggie puts the gun away back to his drawer, and he meets them near his living room, then suddenly Miranda comes home at the wrong time.]

Miranda: Um… dad…who’s this guy? And what he’s doing with Lina?

[Before Lina or the guy says anything, Reggie takes her to her room to speak privately.]

Reggie: Look Miranda, your papi is going through a lot with Lina and well me and her off the engagement.

Miranda: WHAT?... DAD!....WHY!?!?!

[Then Lina and the guy come into her room, and she looks at Miranda with worry in her eyes. Then Miranda was shedding a slight tear over this revelation. Lina then takes the time to let her know what went down earlier.]

Lina: Look Miranda, your father and I aren’t on best of terms. So, I think i got to leave for some time away from him since he aimed a gun at me and the guy. He even shot it near the headboard.

[Miranda got pissed, and shoved Reggie away from her. Then Lina had a wicked smile on her face, as Reggie looked confused and pissed.]

Lina: Looks like your daughter knows her father is a monster! HAHA… Marco, lets go out of his dump…and oh yeah, I never cared for your daughter.

[Reggie wanted to scream, but he hit his hand on the wall in her room by mistake, and as soon as he heard the front door open and close, Reggie was alone in his apartment and was screaming like mad man over all the shit that unfolded. Some time passed, and Reggie was in his bedroom looking at the hole he shot at, and pulled a chair and sat by the bed. He looked at her engagement ring, and he placed it on the nightstand. Then he turned off his cellphone, turned out the lights, and faced the chair near the window facing the city, as he played TLC’s Waterfalls on loop off his mp3 player.]

[A week passed, and Reggie is flying to Paris, but has a layover in London, for three days due overbooking. So he decided to stay at a hotel not too far from the London airport, where pretty much he was either vaping on the outside tranace, talking to other layover peeps in a bar, or sitting in the hotel watching British TV. As he was in his room one evening, he gets a Whatsapp call from JB, which he answers.]

JB: Reggie, what's up man, I haven't heard from you in awhile. What’s been up?

Reg: Mane, you know Lina, my fiance?

JB: Yeah, what about her?

Reg: She cheated on me with a mailman in my apartment complex, and well my daughter ran out of my home back to her grandma. Lets just say, my life is a mess right now.

JB: Damn, that sucks man. How are you dealin with all this?

Reg: I don’t know, but remember I told you to get me tickets to Paris? I ended up getting a layover in Paris for two nights and one day, due to overbooking. So now, im chillin in the hotel near the airport, i think its nice to get out of Florida for a week. Thanks for helping me with the tickets.

JB: Hey man, its cool. Its no issue, plus I want you to get out there, and wrestle and get your mind off the home life. How do you feel about being booked on Warfare?

Reg: To be honest, its something to do. I guess i had something left in my tank to do something, do you think you’ll be back on Warfare or Anarchy?

JB: Who knows?... I'm not as young as in the past, but who knows… I might come in the ring or make a small appearance with one of yall down the line.

Reg: Speaking of which, you know what happened to your cousin Titi the journalist?

JB: Oh her, she kinda said no to working with us, cuz there’s not much buzz she can talk about us in the company. Since we are unknown, that's how it's going to be. Look, I don't know what time it is over in London, but it's getting late here in B-Mo. I'll hit you up when you get to paris. Stay safe out there, one love.

Reg: One love, JB.. later, man.

[After that call Reggie had a smile on his face, and he decided to turn off the TV and put on his shoes and head downstairs to the bar to hang with the patrons. Time flew, and it was midnight and his flight was at 1045am to Paris, so he decided to go to his hotel room, and set up his tripod by the stand and record himself speaking.]

Reg: Well, I feel sloshed off that lager. I don’t know if i will make it to the flight, since it's midnight the last day or was, i don't even know. But to be honest, it doesn’t matter to me, it's all the same beat and drums. Sometimes, I feel like I want to beat on a snare drum and make a bunch of noise till the cops come knocking. I know that doesn’t make a lick of sense but that's how I feel as I continue on this journey of my life. Will I ever be truly happy, or will I end up in the gutter or will i be chasing waterfalls like TLC told me back in Florida. Sometimes, I would want to chase that waterfall, but sometimes those can be tricky.

Tricky like Tatiana Jolee, I know she's a hot upstart from previous territories. I know her background a bit from looking up her videos from DPW. How did i get access to it, lets just say an old friend of ours sent me a link of her stuff in the past, which I watched as i was on the flight to London. For a woman like her, she’s pretty much what Thad or Bary would want to push hard in the company, a person who would get all the top ranks in the backstage, the one who would lead Warfare into the next era of renaissance, outside the death of DPW. Don't get me wrong, she might be damn near over than I could ever be, but that doesn't mean she’s on my level.

You see, as I continue my death march on Warfare, I want her to know that, yes I might be glazing on her. Yes, I will admit that she has a chance she’ll beat me in that ring and ill be forgotten about as she moves on upward, but that will not stop me from doing what needs to be done. As I get to that ring, once I put on my wrestling sneakers and head out there, there’s not going to be a mat classic, shit not even a five star classic that even Alias wouldn’t even want to rank on his scales. You see, i'm more of a man who wants to break trends, and break the noses of those who don’t want anything to do with me. I may not know much about Jolee, but what I do know is that she kinda gives off those "Soy una mayo picante, mala gyal que no toma mierda de nadie", and well that vibe is what i get from the stuff i’ve seen from the time i was on the plane.

Jolee, I know you are out there, training or ignoring me, that is okay because that means we are pretty much on the equal playing field. But here’s the fact, you give me the vibes of catching the hearts of the purisit, i'm the type to catch the wave of those who aren’t exactly accepted across the borders of America so to speak, the voice of the voiceless ones who feel they aren’t the Jolee’s of the world. So when that time comes, this won’t be me hopping a border, this will be me jumping your ass across different time zones upon the dime off Thad’s pockets.

So what i am saying is Ojo por ojo, sangre por sangre, no me detendré hasta verte destrozado. Pondré a prueba todo lo que representas en la guerra, así que prepárate para lo que este revolucionario latino te ofrece este lunes.

[From there, the scene simply ends on the Warfare logo.]

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