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Pasadena, California.
Arcadia Blues Club.
Afternoon

(Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda sits alone in the back of the venue, nursing a glass of bourbon whiskey. Her eyes are lost in thought as live blues music fills her ears, courtesy of her father, accomplished musician Kenji Matsuda. The club is empty, filled with nobody else except for Kenji’s band, a bartender, the Zaibatsu, and Azumi Goto. The Unbreakable Joshi is pointing at her laptop as she’s trying to explain business plans regarding their promotion, Joshi Extreme Takeover, aka JET. Kenji is playing a cover of Gary B.B. Coleman’s “The Sky is Crying”)

Azumi: Cloud-senpai, we still need to book the card for JET’s Alliance event with LAW! Now I’m thinking Haruna and Mizuki could defend their tag titles against - are you even paying attention!?

Stephanie: (takes a sip) Yeah.

(Azumi sighs and shakes her head.)

Azumi: Senpai, I know when you’re lying! If you don’t want me or anyone else  to eliminate you in the Specialist Rampage, you better get out this funk you’re in! I know she was your best friend-

Stephanie: Is.

Azumi: Huh?

(Stephanie glares at Azumi)

Stephanie: She is still my best friend.

Azumi: That may be, but the best way to avenge her is getting back at the Crowe’s Nest!   

Stephanie: Maybe. Then again, she doesn’t want to come back.

Azumi: What!? Why not!?? She needs to get her title back!

(Stephanie simply sighs and takes a sip from her drink)

Azumi: Well, I can see you’re still drowning in your self-pity. We’ll resume this conversation when GR is over. 

(Azumi stands up)

Azumi: You need to stop blaming yourself. It’s not your fault, Cloud-senpai.

(Azumi leaves the bar. Cloud takes another sip, and sighs. The Wild Boys are taking turns with the pinball machine, Keelan is flirting with the bartender, and Carlos is sitting by the stage, enjoying the elder Matsuda’s music. Mao is sitting next to him, looking at her phone. Monica walks out from the restroom and sits next to Cloud.)

Monica: Hey babe, are you okay?

(Cloud closes her eyes and sigh)

Stephanie: I don’t know, sweets. I’m just tired, ya know? Sure I’m the Iconic Cup holder - but the woman I wanted to fight isn’t here. Winning that title won’t mean anything if I don’t take it from her.

(Monica nods)

Monica: But isn’t the goal of the Zaibatsu is to achieve prosperity through acquiring accolades and resources? Being champ means more opportunities for the family. 

Stephanie: That is our goal and I plan on making due on that. It just...been a stressful season.

Monica: I understand, mi amor. I’m sure you’ll make the right choice. I believe in you…

(Monica kisses Cloud and walks away. The Iconic War Queen sighs and takes another sip. She sets her phone to record and leans back before speaking her mind…)


“There’s no question that EAW’s Season 11 has been a strange one. Every month there’s been controversy - from losing our brightest star, to the fall of two world title reigns.   
This week won’t be any different; it’s the Road to Pain for Pride, starting with the Grand Rampage. Empire and Dynasty doesn’t have a champion to represent their respective brands, and everyone’s making a mad dash to be the face of that runs the place. I’m concerned less about that, and more about why the three harlots who ended The Queen’s career wasn’t properly punished? Wait, it’s EAW - the bad guys always win. It’s why I went into business for myself and formed the Zaibatsu - which is doing just fine by the way. April Song gets a title shot for being a coward, for an opportunity she knows she wouldn’t have a chance to obtain if it was Aria or myself standing on the other side of that ring. All she’s good for is those Twitter fingers of hers and she knows it. The only thing she can make tap is her career.

I’m in my second Specialist Rampage as one of two women who won an all female version of one of these. Unlike before I’ll be coming in at number two, which will make this a much harder feat to accomplish than before. There’s already several established alliances going into this thing and there’s no question that I’m a marked woman. That’s alright - always had the odds against me, nothing new. People thought Haruna was going to eliminate me back in the first Specialist Rampage - but we all know how that’s going to end, huh? Honestly Zakkii that’s all I really need to say about you. I have several other names I need to attend to.

Chelsea. You certainly enjoy beating me to the punch in everything that I say. The only thing you didn’t stay ahead of was when I made you tap. You never saw that coming, and probably never will I’m more talented than you sweets, just like I’m a better lover than your dear lil Braxton. Unfortunately for you, I’m no longer into blondes - especially those who dye their hair red. For now, I think I’ll stick to Latinas. That aside, let’s talk about these close calls of yours, sweets. We can’t ignore the fact that you couldn’t get the job done. I understand what that must be like for you - I was you not too long ago. So you decided to get yourself some backup and dethrone The Queen herself. The sad thing is that neither of you got anything out of it. The title is vacant, and April’s not guaranteed to beat Consuela. Song took a title from her once; it could happen again. Provided something else doesn’t happen of course. But, regardless of who wins this damn rampage, I’m only concerned about one thing:

I’m going to fucking kill, you Chelsea Crowe. I’m going to kill you, break Jael into tiny pieces, and give April Song the worst kind of pain. I don’t need my faction to help me either - I’m going after you heifers on my own. Stephanie Matsuda has officially declared war on the Crowe’s Nest…

Know It. Understand it. Believe it.

I’m going to invade your safe spaces like Rico Strong invading them guts. Jael’s going to Cloud 9, April’s going to witness a Blasian Sunrise...and I’m taking you on a one-way ticket to Cloud City. If my best friend had a weakness it would be that she a severe case of tunnel vision. She should’ve saw the clapback coming - but she didn’t. She underestimated April’s level of petty. From the moment I laid eyes on that chinky-eyed Buzz Lightyear I knew she couldn’t be trusted. She walked around like some kind of American hero but in reality she’s just a disgrace to her current profession...and her previous one.”

(Cloud stands up)

Cloud: Everyone out. I’m about to go off in here. You too dad.

(Everyone nods and stops what they’re doing)

Carlos: get ‘em Cloudy…

(Cloud pauses until everyone leaves. As Billy Wilde walks by a jukebox, he puts on a song…)



“As I was saying, April can go eat a dick. I know she’s not my opponent, but one simple action can flip that script. Honestly, I can care less about those other hoes - sorry Azumi. Half of roster quit because they couldn’t get their way, lost to me, or both. Let’s see:

I ended Cailin Dillon’s career
I debunked the Sheridan Muller myth
I sent Tarah Nova packing
I made Chelsea Crowe my bitch
I retired Cleopatra
I put the Sanatorium behind bars

What’s to be learned from this? If you fuck with Cloudy, I. Will. Fuck. Back; You can come at me sideways, from behind, face to face, it doesn’t matter. In the end I’ll get my due justice. It’s almost sad because I almost predicted Aria’s fate. I warned her about the rogues gallery that stood between us - but did she listen!? Nope! That hard headed little twit didn’t pay attention to SHIT I’ve said! Fuck!” 

(Cloud kicks a chair across the room)

“You’re probably wondering if I’m mad at my own best friend. You damn right I’m mad at her - and Casper. How DARE they leave me here to hold the legacy of this brand on my own!? It’s funny - so many women came and went. They all claimed how they would rule the Vixens Division/Empire and where are they? Nowhere to be found.

Cailin? Nowhere to be found.
Alexis? Nowhere to be found.
Maddie? Superkicked back into oblivion.
HBG? Ran to Showdown.
Cam? See the above.
Kendra? Poof.

Don’t get me started on the Eris LeCavas, La Divas, Raven Lees, and Ariana Lopezes of the world who would have you FOOLED that they were the next big thing. Where are you!? Huh!? HUH!?

Nowhere. To. Be. Fucking. Found.

Enter Stephanie Matsuda: The Last Girl of Summer. The final girl in a collection of sign-ups who were said to have the potential to change women’s wrestling forever. We kicked out the Vixen from our names and founded a brand of our own. We went on to deliver 5-star matches and even stole the show on occasion during several Big Five FPVs. We had the whole world in our hands…

And you hoes threw it away. For what!? For nothing. I wouldn’t be surprised if half the roster leaves when I’m holding both the Specialist and Women’s World Championships above my head at the end of Grand Rampage.”

(Spits)

“Fucking cowards, the lot of you. As an Empire original I reserve the right to judge whoever I want. And unlike the other brands I don’t allow surprise returns. This is MY Empire now - and no it’ll never EVER be Aria Jaxon’s. Nor Tarah Nova’s. It definitely won’t be Sheridan or Cailin’s…

Stephanie Matsuda is the face of Empire. Know it, understand it, believe it. It’s like I’m running this shit from my computer on some cheeto-dust Efed shit.

Y-you hear that? I think the fourth wall just broke.

Revy can be as witty as she wants. Jael can be the Michelle to Chelsea’s Beyonce, the Chilli to her Left Eye, I don’t care. Andrea can dye her hair blue and buy Kanye shades, Azumi can fall and try again for the 100th time, Zakkii can stay non-existent, Consuela can clean the shit from my shoes, it doesn’t matter. Daisy can retweet whatever SJW hashtag she wants, Di Consentes can keep hiding from me, and April can eat a dick.

You hear me April!? EAT. A. FUCKING. DICK. Next time we cross paths, I’m going to curb stomp you into the ground. Maybe I’ll steal Casper’s finisher and give you a Rude Awakening.

Fourth wall intensifies, fuck it.

In case you hoes are still confused Flannery announced that Megan Raine was #1, I’m #2, and Daisy’s #20. The Storm’s going to turn into a drizzle before the third woman makes herself known. I might just kick you in the cunt before the bell rings and throw you out and flick my clit before the next victim makes herself known. By the way I know I’m getting bleeped or fined for my cursing but I just made a killing off new C9 merch so whatever.

#GetchaMerch

Which reminds me, just heard Laura Winslow won a title in Mexico. Good shit short stuff”.

(takes a sip)

“By know you’re probably thinking ‘damn Cloud sounds bitter.’ That’s because I am bitter. I’m a creature of competition, but I’m also a believer in getting back on your two feet when someone knocks you down. I have to give credit to Azumi - she’s an Empire original hanging in there. #CloudBetter, but it never hurts to try...right? I mean you could be as delusional as Nicolette and or as blindly positive as Sakuya and sail away from all logic, but whatevs (sighs).

Before the season is over, I will own Empire. Zaibatsu will control Empire AND Voltage. You wanted the cheer the hometown girl, you wanted to cheer the good girl, you wanted to cheer the poster girl, the girl the company tried to brainwash you into cheering! And yet the person you least expected, the Aquaman you all underestimated, by her own power, by the grace of GOD is the one that’s actually running this shit.

Who’s the tryhard now Claudia?

You’re wondering why am I attacking every woman on the EAW roster? Because they failed this brand. They failed women’s wrestling as a whole. The irony is that some of these women think they’re going to make their mark somewhere else. Heh, good luck doing that. Empire has and always will be the cream of the crop. While the rest of you run away to find a new home, I’ll be on my throne - WITH BOTH TITLES - running this shit. Don’t like it? I don’t care! Am I making you angry!? DIE MAD! Go find a corner of the world and crawl under the rock of obscurity. The big time isn’t for the weak - it’s for those   who’s willing to put in THE WORK! Don’t want to do the work? You don’t want to hone your craft!? Go to Japan, go out west, go down south - it doesn’t matter. Be it the European scene or Lucha Libre only ONE fact will remain…

I’ll be the best female wrestler in the world. Any legacy any of you hoes will try to create will fail in comparison to the trail I’m blazing for myself. For those of you who remain you can form groups of two, three, who whole five man power ranger squad - IT. DOESN’T MATTER. The Iconic War Queen takes on all challengers with the fist of god. I’m Yamata no Orochi - the eight-headed serpent of Zaibatsu. I’m the Last Girl of Summer - the last of my generation.”

(Cloud closes her eyes)

“I’m saying these things because if things go a certain way, not the way I want it to go if the Crowe’s Nest makes me another victim, this might be the last thing I’ll ever say active in this business. Right now, the Empire I once knew is teetering on the edge of oblivion. None of you may see it, and for that we had it coming. If this keeps up, hope for a future of women’s wrestling is a stillborn dream. I’m not going to sit there and watch you leave this kingdom half-built. Our story - MY story isn’t over yet. With my own hands, I’ll mold this place in my image, into its Land of Elite, separate from the other three brands. Because quite honestly? We’re better than them. We’ve shown time and time again we can go the distance - but none of you believe it. All you care about is this falsehood you’ve conjured. If Crowe’s Nest cared about women’s wrestling, then April would have fought Aria like a grown ass woman. Instead, she did it like the snake she is. At least Megan has some cojones coming in as number one in the Specialist Rampage. Don’t hang on that compliment for too long though - I still think she’s a corporate shill.”

(Cloud opens her eyes, they’re stone cold, reminiscent of her Sword of Sanatorium days)

I’m going to cut through the entire Specialist division and take my rightful place as Women’s World Champion. There’s nothing anyone of you can do about it. This is war, and the Iconic War Queen just declared checkmate.

Time to fly.