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Reggie Estrada · (03-11-2026)

[It opens up to Reggie, inside a locker room post match at a local lucha show in Tijuana. He got an envelope from one of the promoters, and he noticed that it was less than what he expected. As he got in his street gear, he headed to the small office where the promoter was doing a line of coke on the table. He slams the envelope on the desk, as the guy ended up getting nosebleed from the shock.]

Reg: Odale, this isn’t what I agreed for this show! You told me it’ll be 50,000 pesos… not 3,500 pesos chico.

Promoter: Ileja donde estás tú pesos!? Ah fuck, you ruined my session!

Reg: Fuck your session, mi pesos anit right cabron! How am I supposed to pay my rent?

Promoter: Not my issue, when you sig–

Reg: I signed nothing….

[One of his lady friends shows a briefcase, opens it to see a signed document that was allegedly signed.]

Reg: I don’t remember signin up for this amount…

[The promoter pulls up a pistol and aims it on Reg’s chest. Reg wasn’t afraid to die for what he is owed. Then another talent comes into the room to also complain about pay, and he quickly diverts his gun off Reggie, so he can quickly pay off the talent.]

Reg: Wait… this dude gets more?

Promoter: He’s the top techinos in this promotion, you aren’t worthy of top pay.

Reg: Well fuck this promotion… take your pesos and shove it!

[He walked out of the office and dropped the envelope by the table. Some hours later, he’s in his apartment, where he receives an eviction notice from the landlord. He gets to the fifth floor, and knocks on his door.]

Reg: Open the damn door Hector!

[As he kept knocking, he heard a scream of pleasure behind the door. Then his landlord in his robe opens the door, and Reg bum rushes in with the notice.]

Reg: What’s the meaning of this?

Hector: Well, you didn’t pay your rent on time. So I had to evict you.

Reg: I thought we had a deal that the first of 15th ill send you my rent.

Hector: Well now, tent laws are changing and I have to change as well. No more freebies and grace periods, you need to leave. I got a mamacita waiting in my room.

[From there, he went back to his apartment with a defeated look on his face, and he ended up scrolling on his phone, and decided to regrettably call Maria.]

Reg: Hey… its Reggie, um… I'm kinda in a pickle…

Maria: Let me guess… you got your eviction notice…

Reg: How did yo– you know what, it doesn't matter…i don’t want to ask for money but..

Maria: I will give you money.. But… you’re gonna have to do some stuff for me.

[Just like that, Reggie is now in a place of owing a bunch of money to the landlord, and he’s stuck in not wantin to ask for a handout. Due to this, he’s now inside her mansion as a servant, which he ended up leaving Tijuana for San Diego’s rural city, starting a new life as the scene fades.]

“I decided to move back to San Diego, i left that area for a reason. Now, I'm back here at square one with nobody by my side. I guess being a loner isn’t that bad of a choice for myself. If I'm not wanted in Tijuana, then let me find my place back where it all started from. What this means, is me finding myself back to square one. After War Games, I thought I had wanted to quit this lucha thing in me, and live a normal 9 to 5 life. But with my rap sheet and being an “immagrant” most jobs wouldn’t let me work for them, but that ain't shit to me.

Most strive for the american dream, i strive for my own dream of a revolution. But, I won't bore you into all that. When I decided to book myself in for this Anniversary show, I had this goal to let out my violence in more of a legal way. More of a way, that doesn't put me back in the prison cell, which i’ll admit scare the shit out of me. I'm not a saint, but I do know where I stand on having my own rights taken out of my hands.

Just like the system, I have to fight two other poor souls in the yard of Atlantic City, Summer Page and Mr. Oz, the two biggest dogs in the yard. Two people who made an effort to make Anarchy worth watching on off day. I guess that’s where I need to disrupt the program, and make them feel the pain of how I feel on a day to day basis. They don’t want that Afro Latino heat burning in their faces, or their complexion will be melted off in the sand of Atlantic City before the sun sets in the horizon.

Page y Oz, ustedes son los que me dan asco, y quiero deshacerme de ustedes dos legalmente. Este combate será un baño de sangre, ninguno de nosotros sobrevivirá.

Podría ser el fin de alguno de ustedes mientras intento recuperar mi lugar aquí en Anarquía una vez más.

Ya terminé con esto. ¡Nos vemos en el infierno!”

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