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Reggie Estrada

[We see a kid standing in front of a burning house, looking as cold and dead inside. Then it shifts to the same kid with bunch of "immigrants'" trying to cross the boarder illegally, so got shot, some got caught by the guards, some managed to sneak in through the wire fence. We see the kid, holding his portrait of his parents, which he drops on the ground. He stares at the boarder, knowing his life is going to change. Suddenly, we see Reggie holding his mask in his hand staring at the same boarder from where the kid stood. He drops his mask on the ground, same as the kid did in a previous life.]

Reggie: As i stare at the border, i remember crossing it into a promise of a good life. New beginning for my own sake, but what i left behind myself the truth. When i crossed that boarder in America, i believe that i would be able to reap the benefits of being a citizen. A citizen with the same amount the rights as the next American, but no that wasn't the case at all. I was shipped off to foster homes, being outcast for having African mom and a Hispanic dad whom had to killed due to the racial tension down in Mexico.

Truth be told, the only memory i had was running away, finding my own family. I had a daughter who left me, i had a baby mother who also left me. The only thing i had was the streets of San Diego, which i had to get there illegally with no papers to my name. Lived there and realized, i have community but it wasn't positive as i thought, with gang life and drugs, mixed in with turf wars that caused me go down a dark path where I ended up going to prison. If it wasn't for John Black, or even Tommy Wish bailing me out of prison or at least giving me a chance to have a better chance at new life coming back into the wrestling scene with JB giving me his Wrestler82 mantle, I'd be dead in the barrios right now.

From time to time, i question do i have a place in this business, let alone in American wrestling scene?....

[We see images of people rioting, looting and shooting around the area. As Reggie walks down the streets of the abandoned Crime City, USA. He notices the posters of WG teams logos respectively. Then he gets stopped by one of the police like figure in mad max gear coming up to him with guns pointed at him.]

Popo 1: FREEZE TRESSPASSOR!....YOU CROSSED THE BOARDER ILLEGALLY!

Popo 2: YEAH....WHAT HE SAID!

[Reggie looked on with amusement.]

Reggie: What i can't be on the other side of the fence or what?

Popo 1: No, you don't belong here, are you associated with Obituary Gang.... Skeleton Crew?... The Sanitarium of Sin?....

[Reggie show's the popo's a badge of The Young Lords, which they take a look at, and tossed it on the ground and laughed.]

Popo 1: The Young Lords can't be in this part of town, you do know that right?

Reggie: What makes you say that?

Popo 1: We know that your leader can't handle what's to come. I heard he's not serious about this match, and how he's gonna lead you all to hell.

Popo 2: Yeah, Johnny Bacchus and two other losers who he claimed in his gang will not last here!

[Reggie looked at the cops with sense of distain, and even one of them decide to get fresh with him but spitting on his braids. This pushed him off the edge, and he pulls out a knife from his pocket, and stabs the police guys, then the dystopian looking people who saw this, ended up cheering him on for nearly murdering police. Then, he quickly flees off the scene to not be noticed. An hour or two passes, and he's at Dive Bar where he's drinking his sorrows away. He looks at his Young Lords badge that was desecrated by the police, and he held it tightly to his chest.]

[Then we see JB and Tommy coming to his area to talk to him about where he's bound for.]

JB: Reg, my man... i heard you are apart of this years War Games with about JB as your lead, how do you feel?

Reggie: I mean, I'm happy for this chance to wrestle in the state once more. But after this, I'm staying in lucha zone where i belong with.

Tommy: I know Crime City, USA isn't that ba---... oh its shit.

JB: I heard you killed some mad max lookin cops earlier, i guess you can't take the hood outta man like yourself.

Reggie: I refuse to have my gang be dissed like that!... hombre had it coming ese. But on the serious shit, i am not going to stress about being the final team standing. When i got in the Bacchus treehouse, we all agreed that no matter what happens we just going to kill them all.

[All three men get they whiskey and cheers to that all as one. As they take shot, Reggie orders some more for his crew until they were feelin loose. Then as the night comes to an end, group of mad max looking police men come into the bar looking for Reggie. The came up to him with guns drawn on him, while JB and T looked on in worry but not really as they laughed at their outfits that looked like Village People's outfits.]

Popo Chief: Wer tryed to killll my men?

Reggie: ¡Ese soy yo, oficial!

Popo Chief: Wer sherd like arrest yur azz...

Reggie: Im not going anywhere, since i am not exactly a visitor of Crime City, USA. Solo estoy aquí para un espectáculo, y la gente de tu pueblo me verá a mí y a mi pandilla destrozarlo todo, esse. Would be shitty if i end up behind bars or being told to cross that boarder and not be apart of it. So I'd suggest you think about what you want to do here.

[The Chief got mad and swings his pink looking baton on Reggie's head. Then his boys start swinging at the fruity looking cops of Crime City, damn near wrecked the bar but the patrons were going nuts over it. As the fight comes outside the bar, JB hands the owner 3,000 in cash to fix up the place, as Tommy get's with trailer park trash lookin woman. Once it died down, Reggie was alone in his run down, dirty temporary apartment for the PPV. He looks into the mirror of his bathroom, blood running off his nose and few black eyes to show his scars. He stares outside the window of the room to see the decay and degeneracy of the Crime City, USA. He stares at The Young Lords badge, and it reminded him why he's still involved.]

Reggie: Bacchus, Dickie, Frances... they are only one im willin to die for this shit for. I might have never encountered these gringos, but they are who i am willin to go in the mud for. Maybe after this, i might leave the fed for good, and be a forgotten memory within this place. JB and T, already know after i told them this before i came up here. This might be the end of me here; and most of those fans will be feeling glad that I'm gone, but my Afro-Latino will be still felt here.

Consider me, a guy who Bacchus entrust me with the badge of The Young Lords insignia, a leader who really wanted me to join his crew. Hell he had to dead ass have to have one of his intel search me down and told me the location to meet the team.... "thanks Frances, you drunk bastard!"... besides that, I'm willin and able to represent this crew in this years War Games. Even when he Mr. Bacchus brought me into his "treehouse" and told us all that none of this matters, just let us fight and fight no matter what happens.

That's what i like to hear, all this is just a part of something that's "one off", and we all just fuck off to something else which is my kind of lane. Bacchus, Frances, Dickie.... y'all got my full attention moving forward for this match.

[Reggie drinks a bottle of gin straight out of a dirty bottle that's been sitting in filth of the apartment, and he sits on the bed that's on the floor.]

Reggie: Now, I gotta take out Sanitarium of Sin, Obituary Gang, and Skeleton Crew... that's a lot to undertake, but fuck that's what i am happy about. There's people in those gang whom i had beef with, and some who i never heard of in my time. I know one's stuffed in a barrel, so lets hope to god that Grave's doesn't drink his ass to death, yeah I'm talkin about Liam Roberts, and man he got fucked up by Tommy last week. Apathy.... who ever that is, fuck em... but Graves, and Flynn...i know John told me about those two, and they might be the shit but they aint shit to me or Young Lords on the worse nights off if we have singles matches on the card. So fuck Skeleton Crew, because if Liam don't show up then well they might as well run off three dead bodies in against Obituary Gang.

Speaking of Obituary... Charlie, Thunder, Korvayne, and Mr. Amazing... all you guys would be six feet deep where i live, because what i see is a team who anit shit with man like Charlie who's leading y'all to hell before the cage lowers down, you see I don't like Charlie, and those who got drafted by him, oh yall made a huge mistake to be apart of that man, because y'all won't get far in the War Games match at all. If y'all do, then luckily he isn't so dead pressed on jumping on that dick of Judd's belt every singular week, even if Judd's at his forest watchin the big game or somethin like that. So y'all gonna be in the obituaries on my watch, no fucks spared to if we get to y'all at the end.

Now... Sanitarium of Sin....with the added stip of the X-Treme title on the line on who takes out the head of the table, Judd himself with his own miscreates of Jason, James, and Mr. Oz. The funny thing is, Judd is sooo lucky that his belt on the line, because someone's gonna fuck em over hard if my crew don't...so i think Judd is an island for himself who's gonna get jacked from his belt he carries for so long, that I'd be shocked if I get it... and i guess i shall change my stance on where i am in this place. Those guys have so much at stake, it doesn't matter if Judd's team last against us, because he Judd will be the one to be eliminated from his crown jewels so to speak, and i anit talkin about that Saudi Aribia belt shit neither, homes.

Miren, gente: la verdad es que este combate y lo que hay en juego no me interesan gran cosa; tal vez el hecho de poder arrebatarle un cinturón a Judd sea lo único destacable, pero hasta ahí llega la cosa. No voy a perder el sueño si soy el primero en ser eliminado, ni tampoco si mi equipo no logra avanzar. Al fin y al cabo, Bacchus, Dixie y Frances han dejado claro que nuestro único objetivo es hacer daño. La mayoría de nosotros estamos más que listos para hacerlo saltar todo por los aires y convertir este lugar en un auténtico baño de sangre. Y, dado que estamos en Crime City USA teniendo en cuenta mis líos pasados con su sistema judicial, voy a cruzar esa línea que jamás debería cruzarse.

En cuanto atraviese la puerta de esa jaula, se acabaron las reglas y no habrá lugar para el arrepentimiento. Como ya dije antes, esta será la última vez que participe en algo que, para mí, carece de importancia; siempre habrá mejores oportunidades para poner mi cuerpo en juego por el bien del negocio.

¡Larga vida a los Young Lords!

[From there we it simply just fades to black.]

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