House of Glass is right around the corner and I can almost taste it. People question my ability to get the job done and finally capture championship gold here at the land of the elite. What people don't realize is that before my match two weeks ago against Tomas Elliot and getting attacked by Scott Oasis I was on a three match winning streak and week by week each victim fell to The Machine Break. Each and every week I was feeling the adrenaline from the crowds across the world like I did when I was NCAA Division I Heavyweight Champion at the Ohio State University. But the question is when that man reaches his breaking point and becomes desperate he will do anything to win the match up and advance to the Glass Gauntlet match and have a chance to become the number one contender for the Interwire Championship. I love all the fans of Elite Answers Wrestling and tremendous respect for everyone in that locker room like Hades, Tig Kelly, Jacob Senn and even the champion himself TLA. But the line is drawn in the sand when your integrity gets questioned week by week by multiple people in the locker room and say your not good enough to get the job done you get the fire built up inside of you and just want to release it out just like I got bullied when I was in middle school and wrestling was the one source to release that anger and I will do just that this coming Friday night on Dynasty. You need to become desperate sometimes in this business to get what you want and even when your back is against the wall like mine is because I have nothing else going for me and I need this Interwire Championship. Ever since I joined Voltage last January my number one goal was to win that New Breed Championship and I scratched and clawed my way to the promise land and got so close when I was rewarded the revamped Young Lions Cup but lost on my third defense against Aria Jaxon and still holds the trophy still to this day and I got to admit the Pain for Pride loss against the Vixens and the loss at the draft show really hit hard and even made me emotional at times but being drafted to Dynasty and getting separated from the New Breed Champion - Chris Elite really shed a light at the end of the tunnel for me and I realized that they're other opportunities ahead and the next opportunity I have is advancing to the number one contenders match at House of Glass. The problem that is getting me desperate all of a sudden is even the higher ups in the company don't see me as a stock they don't want to invest in, a few months ago before Pain for Pride I was the Young Lions Cup holder and now the Dynasty executives don't want to lay a finger on me but now it's my job to prove them wrong...

The question I get asked on the street a lot by the fans is that you have a lot of free time on your hands lately since not getting utilized then I used to and the answer to that question is training at the gym getting ready but another thing that I am also during my free time is riding on my new motorcycle that a purchased. Honestly it's such a stress reliever sometimes getting away from the gym training just driving on major highways like ninty-five northbound just speed my way down. Once I land in Washington this week for Dynasty I am grabbing my bags renting a bike instead of a car and riding straight up to my hotel room. You not only need to get physically prepared but you also need to get mentally prepared also and that's what I am doing. My challenger this week is Raymundo Rhyse who is an immigrant coming from Mexico but gets into school fights and likes to get into trouble. Well I have a message for you Raymundo, we never crossed paths but I have respect for you we never had problems but once that bell rings this Friday the respect goes out the window and it's go time. You are going to need to book that flight back to Mexico because you are going to find yourself into trouble once again when you get locked in that Machine Break.....

"Little Veena Adams"

HO HO HOO

HOO HOOO HOO HOOO HO! 

-loudly sighs-

Well, I've officially seen it all. Some small stacked, sawed off, Asian midget bitch is going to call me - ME, the killa queen, "little." 

You want to know what's little? The amount of fucks anyone in the world gives about you. That's what's little, Zoomi. Nobody cares about your stupid, dumb little antics. Your attention grabs are pathetic, they're embarrassing, I get embarrassed for you, I feel humiliated on your behalf, I get second-hand humiliation from being in the same division, on the same brand, as a worthless piece of trash like you.

Amazing how you talk down to me like you're anything more. Amazing how you whores talk down to me at all! Zoomi, from the moment you broke away from Erica Ford you've accomplished nothing. You've done less than nothing. To think, you actually had some amount of hype going for you! You were supposed to be that underdog, that breakout star in the Empress of Elite tournament who would prove her big breakup with Erica Ford really meant a damn, but you totally tanked while Erica Ford had a far more noteworthy performance than you. You faded into obscurity, you weren't even at the top of your block! You weren't even top three! How fucking dare you muster up the nerve to talk down to someone like me. It's bad enough you're using the same insults everyone and their mother, brother and their long lost sister have used against me, but the fact is you're in NO room to insult me whatsoever. How dare the same whore who took months to break out from underneath Erica Ford, of all people's shadow, say that I'm relying on my uncle or anybody for that matter. Has my uncle competed in tag team matches with me? Has he carried me to wins? Has he speared my opponents and done the dirty work in my matches? No, he hasn't. So shut the fuck up. Just because half of your family are in chinks-ville making Jordans for 20 cents an hour and won't ever amount to anything in life doesn't mean you get to be jealous of my family and take it out on me. I've just about proven over the last couple of months that I'm the star of the show here in the Vixens division. I'm the most interesting person in this bitch and you know it. You proved last week on Empire that you're the side show, with that that stupid little song and dance ensemble that was un-funny and totally sucked. 

You, Azumi, are just most other Vixens. Sensitive, attention whoring, paper thin skin, who needs confirmation every two seconds that they matter. It's the only thing that keeps you going isn't it honey? It's your shot of espresso that gets you through the day. You literally fit the stereotype for everything wrong and cringey about this division. Whether it's not that trainwreck called 'Nazumi', or the abortion that was 'Shinsei Domi', or whatever the fuck you and Haruna are, it's all been vomit inducing, and I need it to end now. I'm tired of looking on Tumblr and seeing fanfics made up by these virgin nerd-tards in the EAW Universe of you and Haruna tentacle fucking each other. It is yikesworthy beyond belief. But I guess my uncle was right, there are a lot of geeks and nerds and losers with no life who follow pro wrestling and idolize complete trash like you. They're only useful for their money. Maybe I should do this business a favor and take out the trash on Empire. Maybe I should take you out. Maybe embarrass you like I embarrassed BBeat Vita on the inaugural Empire. It would be my pleasure, my honor, to run you out of Empire, out of EAW, out of relevancy. Well, nevermind that last part actually, because the only time you're relevant is when you're in the ring with me, and that's only because you're just another stepping stone for my pedestal. If you don't believe that to be true, I guess there's only one way to prove me wrong. So come at me bitch, with everything you've got. We'll see if it's enough. 

Deuces.

(The scene opens up to Cloud leaning against a wall, wearing her Brooklyn College gray hoodie. She carries a relaxed stance, with her hands in her pockets. Her eyes are dark and baggy, as if she hasn’t slept well in days.)

First off, let me say this: Don’t bring Harambe in this. That gorilla - God rest his soul - didn’t do a damn thing to you! But leave it to Haru-chan to make fun of the defenseless! How do you expect to be the face of the Vixens Division when you attack the very public you’ll serve once you’re champ? (Haruna voice) “Oh but idiot Cloud how do you expect to be champ if you disrespect the fans!?” Because I, Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda represent the strong. I represent the survivors of the world, the ones who are willing to do whatever it takes, even if they have to betray everyone they love to achieve their means! You know that loner shit you was spittin earlier this year? Well, that advice seems to be doing wonders for me. I’m churning out wins like you churn out hypocrisy. I mean, didn’t you claim all spring and summer how you was done with the Vixens!? But yet once Cleo gives an offer, here you come - the Joshi equivalent to a coon - shucking and jiving your way to the front of the bus! Go ahead, tap dance for the audience and sing about the supposed Legend of Haruna Sakazaki, a so-called bottom feeder who struggled her way to the top! Struggled!? Bottom feeder!? Bitch, your family is so wealthy you never even seen the floor! What the hell do you know about the struggle!? (sucks teeth) Stop selling your snake oil to the EAW universe, pack your things, and move on to the next town! Bottom feeder...shiiieet! Guess what? My middle class ass doesn’t know either! My parents funded my college experience in NYC as I went to school with single mothers, orphans, and children of low income families who had to make or break their way into society! They showed me what it means to fight...what The Fight is all about! I may think the EAW fans are complete retards for supporting the likes of you, The Sirens, and the OGs, but one thing I never do is lie to them. They pay their hard earned money to see us every week and on Thursday they’re going to see a bitch make someone HER BITCH. Like I’ve mentioned Haruna, you was made in my image. Nobody brings the fire out of you like me! So you beat Aria up...but you still lost. You was still pinned. You want so bad to reach the top, but Haru-chan you’re too much of a damn baka to see the ocean of success for it really is! It’s full of sharks, all who’s willing to bite the ever living shit of of you! These skanks will swallow you whole! Nobody cares about your J-drama bullshit anymore! I learned that the hard way! ‘Ria and Cai would go on for days about how they didn’t want to be a team, but months later here they are with Tarah! And once they got with the Girl of The Gawd, Then came the opportunities! They’re just as hypocritical as you Haru and yet I was so desperate to be friends with all of you. Here I am, the fool of the Vix Div, on the outside of this little drama. 

(Walks towards the camera)

Cleo is going to regret putting you in my path. Know and understand that I’m going to fucking break you! One thing Claudia and I agree on is that you’re not ready for this. What I did to Tarah will seem like Sesame Street compared to the shit that will happen to you! If I have to play to be the Midboss to HBG’s Dr. Wily, then so be it. As long as I get to put your blue bomber ass down for good. You won’t have to reach the end to find that the title is in another castle, because you will never get anywhere near it. So your ho ass can keep bottom feeding, those six yentas can keep mooing at each other like a pasture of cows, and Azumi can keep doing whatever weird things she’s doing to Erica. Either way, all of your journeys end with me sitting on a throne of your broken skulls.

(sighs and looks at her phone)

Know. Understand. Realize.

(walks off)  



Uncle Eric’s place was busy as usual, filled with indy rookies either staying the night before their shows, or picking up their starting gear. Uncle Eric wasn’t my blood kin, just an older man who watched after the greenhorns in the NYC indy wrestling scene. After contacting the War Party, I called him to see if his people could find Serenity. He asked me to stop by so we can chat about a few things. I already had a feeling what he wanted to discuss. He invited me into his Washington Heights apartment, and led me to the back as we walked over a couple of bodies snoring comfortably in their sleeping bags. 

“So Cloudy,” he began as we entered his room. “Besides the obvious, how have you been girl?”

“Well besides the obvious...I’m doing alright” I replied while looking at pictures of Eric with various wrestling legends. Some were EAW HOF’ers.

“Could have fooled me. You look like you haven’t seen a bed in days.”

“I know, Between Serenity and this match with Haruna Sakazaki my time’s been quite divided.”

Uncle Eric crossed his arms. “Well you don’t have to worry about one of those things. One of my Bronx cats saw her coming out of this old gym to the corner store. She walked back in, like she’s been staying there.”

“Does Angie know?”

“She does. She was going to leave work but I told her to stay on while my people keep eyes on the spot. It looks like some Spanish mami owns the place. You may know her.”

My eyes narrowed. “Who is it?”
Eric laughed. “All things considered I want to see a natural reaction, so I’m coming with you. That, and when Angie gets there...we’re all going to have a nice chat. Nelson will be there too. But I want you to get there first. You and Serenity have a lot to discuss…”

“With the rest of you judging me for my recent actions?” I asked, annoyed.

“Nobody’s judging you Cloud. Well, I’m not at least.”

I sighed. “Whatever, let’s go.”

Eric grabbed his coat and we headed out of the door. Somebody I might know huh? This was going to be interesting.

It's just a matter of days until they say they quit, I can almost guarantee. When it comes to battles that lead to war, the side that has no ground to stand on is always the first to raise the white flag. The side with the firepower, the bullets and the trained soldiers with a common purpose are ones who fight to the end. 

I am a master of this craft, there is no doubt about it. The moment you place me in dreadful fights at different events that test my superiority, I never fail to deliver. Whether it be coming after the Vixens Championship or settling mind-boggling differences, I always see to it that I leave a mark in this industry and ensure it's a performance to never be forgotten. That's just how I am. I am unforgettable. I am a main eventer. I am a prima vixen who built herself from nothing, and thus became something that women in this company hated -- a cruel Champion that you have no choice but to respect. I never gave an ounce of care of their dumbfounded opinions because I know that no matter how you put it, I am right and they are wrong, because if everything they said were true, if the Heart Break Gal actually listened, then I would have been stuck in the Dynasty Commentary selling my fake smiles and observation skills, just to stay relevant because I'm told I'm no good for the ring anymore. That's what these so-called Sirens keep forgetting. They decided to come at everyone who didn't agree with their so-called good intentions, without knowing how difficult it is, and how grueling this journey will be especially when one puts himself in their shoes and foolishly challenge those who have been known as the bests of this industry whether or not at the Empire. Did you even fucking do your research? Do you even have any GODLY idea what you're talking about? Without the Heart Break Gal, nobody would watch Empire! THATS A GODDAMN FACT! Without Kendra Shamez, we'd still be witnessing Madison Kaline and Tarah Nova fight it out for the 500th time in the same week, AND EVERYONE WILL GET SICK OF THEIR NEVER-ENDING PARADE OF STUPIDITY. And without Cameron Ella Ava... THERE WILL BE NO STANDARD OF QUALITY FOR THESE WOMEN TO LIVE UP TO AND THEY WILL BE FORCED TO OBSERVE INCOMPETENT PIECE OF SHITS LIKE AZUMI GOTO TO SEE WHO ARE "GOOD" TO BE IN THE MAIN EVENT SCENE! All you do is whine, complain, and point out how we ALWAYS get the best end of the deal, how we always take the smart route in winning a match and call it "cheating", and how you are left with scraps that we leave behind... But did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, you haven't given a reason for anyone to notice you enough to be considered as top-tier? Maybe the Empress of Elite title isn't good enough for you to pass as a top performer because of its utterly stupid "point system" that you blindly follow despite having absolutely no sense? Maybe the Vixens Cup isn't the only way to earn a Championship match? Because, I swear to God -- ITS ALWAYS WHAT TARAH WANTS, WHAT CAILIN DEMANDS, WHAT ARIA IS THINKING.. GROW THE FUCK UP WE ARE NOT YOUR FUCKING MOTHERS AND WE ARE NOT GOING TO TEND TO YOUR BITCH ASSES JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO FUCKING PROTEST!

Let it be known that from this day forth, I am not going to stop until you accept the fact that there's nothing you can do to overthrow us. We are called the bests for a reason. We are called OG's for a reason. We practically invented this place, and so long as we're here standing, we protect our turf with our lives. It only got bad when you fucking abominations ruined the scent of the fresh morning for us, it only got irritating when your bunch started acting like you're entitled to certain opportunities when if this were the ideal world, the only think you should be focused on is getting us the right taste of coffee for the OG Vixens! Tarah Nova started this idea, and now everyone else is following suit. Everyone now thinks that "working hard" is exclusive to them -- if others claim it, it doesn't fucking count. Everyone now believes that they have a part in the betterment of Empire, when it's already fucking PERFECT with the OG Vixens running the goddamn show. And now look what you've done! You have people like Haruna Sakazaki thinking that she's fit to be Champion just because she won over nobodies who don't count as any challenge! EVERYONE KNOWS that she's bound to lose this upcoming match. Everyone knows that she's bound to lose the Vixens Championship match if that time ever comes just like she has lost them many times before, for the fact that she is facing the Heart Break Gal! So why is she getting this bravery? Because she was made to believe that it was something she earned.

Let's look at the facts here, Haruna. You have done absolutely nothing to show that you are deserving of this opportunity. Every time things don't go your way, your impulse is to cut your fucking wrists because you can't handle rejection! Every time you lose a match, you always end up getting discouraged about your ENTIRE career as if it's the end of the world! It takes MONTHS to patch up the emotional wounds and the trauma that comes with a disappointing loss, it's so fucking embarrassing to watch! Yes, you have won against Ruby Cooper. Yes, you are probably winning against Cloud Matsuda... but if we are going to look at the bigger picture here, you can conclude that all these tasks wasn't fulfilled out of motivation or strength, it was fulfilled out of ease. All these trainings, all these challenges, are fucking bullshit when you know that these are just tasks that any vixen can do in a week but you were just lucky that Cleopatra made a big spectacle of it on your part. It makes better sense that way, huh? Cleopatra doesn't give a shit about you, she only wants my downfall because she considers my failure her success, and you're just being stringed along for the show! Nobody takes you seriously, Haruna, because you couldn't present yourself in a way that instills fear and aggression! The world laughs at you whenever you try to convince them that you are a great fighter. The angels weep when you lie about not ever backing down from a fight, aren't you even forgetting that you were the person who wanted to leave the vixens division because it was too much for her to handle? She couldn't find luck facing women of this company so she ventured off to other places only to get her ass handed to her still left battered and empty-handed... STILL thanks to a fucking vixen. You never dominated anything the way I continue to dominate this division. You never were looked upon as a challenge that would make a Champion fear that their days are numbered, you just never had that factor, Haruna. And let me make this one thing clear incase you fucking forget, remember this when you see me across you in the ring this Thursday Night -- YOU WILL NEVER BECOME CHAMPION! As long as I am here, I will continue to fight your likes just to protect my territory. And to make sure that you don't even get CLOSE, rest assured, if Cloud Matsuda doesn't get the job done, I promise you... I will. 

Because say what you will about my means to win. 

Say what you want about my path to survival. 


I will do anything to keep the Vixens Championship and elevate its reputation. And never will I let an entitled garbage disposal-worthy feeble-minded spineless piece of shit take it away.

.:EMPIRE:.

Choices.
 
We come into this world with only a handful of those. Since the day that we’re evicted from our mother’s womb, our entire lives are structured by foreigners – invaders. The way we talk, walk, act is strategically planned for us to follow without question and without hesitation. Why does a huge percentage of people do what is expected of them? Why do individuals run around in their every-day lives trying to restore peace into people’s heart? Is it because that’s what is promoted in the media? That we all have to live in harmony and sing kumbaya as we rib each other’s ass hole all day? Why must so many bend over backwards in order to make others happy? It doesn’t make sense.
 
A lot of things don’t make sense in this stupid world. You want to know why? Because our world is riddled with idiots who wouldn’t be able to walk in a straight line if asked to – let alone put on a five star wrestling performance in front of sold out crowds. It’s a shame, it’s a disappointment – IT’S AN EMBARASSMENT that someone like me, Kendra Shamez, the legend, the OG, the greatest Vixen to ever live have to put my title against two moronic simpletons. Girls who just leech off of things and people in order to get themselves be relevant in the eyes of the EAW Universe. I don’t have to leech off of Cameron Ella Ava or The Heart Break Gal. We’re all equally amazing, we’re all equally legendary, we’re all equally as talented. That’s a huge difference between the OG’s and the Sirens. In our alliance, we don’t carry dead weight. And you know what, Tarah Nova, when I look into your eyes that’s all that I see. You’re the fat of the Sirens that has to be trimmed. You’re the stupid sister out of your already retarded family. How does it feel standing next to the Empress of Elite, Cailin Dillion, and the FORMER Empress of Elite, Aria Jaxon, who by the way is now the current YLC holder? And what do you have? A dream? Hope? These days those idealistic dreams of yours don’t matter if you’re not going to take matters into your own hands and do something about those dreams and hopes and make them into realities. Oh wait, is this your version of taking matters into your own hands? You couldn’t even beat Sheridan Muel-Lookin-Er in a one-on-one match, yet you think you can take away my Specialist Championship? You genuinely think you can beat me? Me? ME?! You should just go ahead and get the word MORON stamped on your stupid looking forehead. And how dare you, Tarah, how DARE YOU BLAME ME FOR YOUR MISTAKES? How can you sit there and put the blame on me for losing to that immigrant? YOU SHOULD’VE BEEN MORE AWARE OF YOUR SURROUNDINGS. You should’ve had eyes in the back of your head, you should’ve had ears on the back of your ass or lack thereof. But let me point something out, Nova, you just showed me your biggest weakness. See, this is how much of a fucking IDIOT that you are. You say that it’ll be my fault if I let that “German rat” get a hold of my title? Why are you even predicting that she has a chance of winning? Let me give you some OG advice – you NEVER, EVER give your opponent the benefit of the doubt. There’s no way in hell Sheridan is going to walk out with my title simply because she doesn’t have what it takes to be champion. She’s not ready. Matter of fact – she will NEVER be ready to have gold near her name. She’s one of the most over-hyped morons with the worst attitude out of the roster. She won’t hold that title – my title and guess what? Neither will you. The day you’ll hold gold again is when you’re getting ass fucked by DDD as he puts his Hall of Fame title over your face. It sucks to suck, doesn’t it?
 
Empire is finally going to receive the main event it’s been begging for. Finally, it will be graced with the first ever in-ring appearance of the OG Vixens working together as a well-oiled machine. The OG Vixens is something more than us three as individuals. It’s a statement. It’s a statement that makes every head turn once we walk into a room. We’re not random plain Janes trying to make an “impact”. We are women and we’ve had amazing individual careers. We are seen in the eyes of many as legends. We are seen in the eyes of many as historic females that have broken barriers and have broken Vixen norms. We are Elite. We are mythical. We are the G.O.A.T.S.   I have no pity or mercy for anyone else that is below me. It’s so satisfying to know that I’m surrounding myself around people who are on my level. People who will pick up their own weight and hold their end of the bargain. Cameron and I, teaming up for the first time in history. I don’t think people realize how historic this episode of Empire will be. The Goddess and The OG. We’re going to bless you and Cailin and I hope some of our talent can rub off on you when you’re getting your ass whopped all over that ring.
 

And Cailin, you’re a huge talker aren’t you? You have that stupid accolade in your possession and you think you’re hot shit now? Unless you have a prestigious EAW title strapped around your waist then you are NOTHING. I know that you want to cash in your little shitty trophy and send shockwaves all throughout Empire but Empire isn’t just another show – it’s a battlefield. And this is my territory that you’re crossing. Watch your steps, Sirens, you’re going to go too far and you’re not going to be able to backtrack. We built this Empire and now we’re going to rule it.

Empire #2
“A Prey Should Cower”

{Scene starts with “Stardust” fading away into the background as Azumi is in an empty wrestling ring}

Veena Adams, A lamb to the slaughter and poor her, she tried her hardest to be relevant by sticking to her uncle’s last name and it didn’t work because she can’t be wrestler to begin with. My question is to Cleopatra, why do you let this lamb be slaughtered by her predator? Why do you Veena be reduced to nothing after I beat? Did DEDEDE or should I say Methuselah skip out on a date with you, if you two were ever a thing and you’re taking it out on Veena? Well whatever it is, I’m probably guessing this is what I get for making Erica Ford disappear but really Cleo you shouldn’t really care about her. If you continue to give me second-rate wrestler-wannabes then I’ll just continue to hand them back to you along with their hospital bill, just being honest here. Cleo needs understand that Veena, she’s just a prey, she’s one of this little rabbits waiting for a snake to eat to her in one bite and unfortunately unlike most preys she doesn’t have anything of value that I want that should make not want to hunt her. A little perfect rabbit like her has nothing that I want, so this little prey should COWER in front of me. Last time Veena lost to me, I was the old me, light-hearted, Burning Spirit BS, now I am something she can’t comprehend, I’m a predator and she happens to be the first of many small preys till I reach the top of the food chain.

{Azumi gives one of her sadistic smiles towards the camera}

Little Veena Adams just can’t beat Azumi Goto, She’s not powerful enough on the food chain to beat me, she’s just someone you can’t stand on her own two feet and claim to her own person, preys like those are the easiest to hunt down because they’re like cornered rats trying hard to find a way to escape. Desperately looking, searching for an exit to get away from their hunter, but Veena there’s no exit to save you from me. Nothing to stop this predator from ripping you apart and toying with you, not your uncle, not your looks, not Cleo, nobody will be there for you Veena. If I were you Veena, I’d tell how family how much you loved them and apologize for ever troubling them because you might not see them again. God created two types of beasts, the prey and predator, no matter what you try Veena, you’ll always be a prey trying to fit in as a predator.

Goodbye Veena, it was nice knowing you.

{Azumi waves while keeping her smile across her face as the camera fades to black}

 
It’s early in the morning and Cailin Dillon is in the place that’s become more like her first home, than her second. The gym is where she cultivates show much of what makes her good in the ring. She turns to her left as a glint of sunlight peels through the glass and illuminates a section of the dark gym. She’s up on her feet seconds later and working with a heavy ball. Lifting it high above her head and then throwing it down into the ground. The more she does, the louder she gets until one final throw into the ground is unleashed along with a primal scream. She stares down at the ball and sweeps her hair back out of her face as she sits down and pulls out her phone. Recording a video of herself, she begins to speak.
 
The more things change around here, the more they stay the same. When a group of people feels something of theirs is threatened, they have to take up arms and start defending themselves. Case in point what the ladies who call themselves the OGs are doing. I get it. I understand exactly why they would do this. The threat is real. Never have three people felt like everything was going to be taken away from them to quite this extent. But they aren’t thinking everything the built will be shattered, no, they think these newer group of Vixens are going to step ahead of them and they will fade into the background. Maybe that’s how it will happen, too. When you hear me say we’re taking over the world, we aren’t taking over this whole physical planet or all the wrestling that happens on it. We’re taking over your world. All three of you OGs. We’re turning it upside down and shaking you out of it. We’re putting you back on the playing field and forcing you to fight for this if you want it. I’ve always aspired to make sure this was a place where anyone who worked hard enough could reach their potential, and even exceed it if the work they put in was even harder than they were believed capable of. But you three? You just want to hog the spotlight while you still can, and that I can’t get. At what points did your egos balloon so much that you thought you had to have it all in this way. You want the control, the attention. And here two of you are sitting with titles, and now you decide to band together as a way to make absolutely sure those titles stay on you. I can’t say it isn’t smart. It exceeds normal greed. And it shows all of your true colors. It just beams them out for the whole world to see. This is who these OG Vixens are. They see an Empire in the making and they want to rule it as powerful dictators who stand-alone above all at the top. Being a Siren isn’t about that. When we defeat you three and take this division, it won’t be to take it as our own. It will be to take it for everyone. I can already sense the confusion from every other Vixen in this division. You’re right, Cameron, this is the start of a war. The other Vixens are seeing six selfish women who are trying to take the spotlight for themselves. I see three selfless ones who know they will not only win this battle for the Vixens, but for all of EAW. So much is changing right now. We’re evolving forward. And I’m not willing to stay in the past. The past is what you three want. So I’m the Empress of Elite? So what? I’ll take my title shot when I want it and I will beat whichever one of you I decide to. That’s the future. Let’s focus on the now.
 
Kendra, it seems like it was only weeks ago that we fought and I nearly broke your arm. Oh wait, it was. There seems to be a trend with me making you girls tap out. It’s ok, I’ve had a bit of a knack for it lately. Maybe we should call it more of a mean streak, right? I mean I’ve been wrenching back on arms so hard lately there hasn’t been much but a few muscles keeping me from snapping them. I’m saving that for a grand finale someday (wink). But that match still means a lot to me. Probably even more than the final match did. I spent my teens and early 20s idolizing Kendra Shamez. I wanted to command a ring like her, and I wanted to fight as fierce as she did. It took me awhile, but eventually I realized I could be even better if I wanted to. But being in the ring with her was memorable. I used to dream of having the chance to fight with her, no matter the capacity. It could have been against or beside her. When I came to EAW, it seemed impossible. But she’s back, and she’s a champion, and now she’s aligning herself with a group aimed at protecting the era that she helped establish. HBG, Kendra and Cameron will always be recognized as the best Vixens to grace this company. But eventually, other women will start to figure in that mix alongside them. What they’re doing is trying to block that path and keep it to themselves. How much have we changed in just weeks, Kendra? Let’s both take the approach we did then. This match could go so many ways. We both have to accept that this battle, really the second shots of the war, could go either way. It won’t decide anything because we’re only getting started. One of us will win, and one of us will lose. If you lose, Kendra, can you accept that other people will challenge your place? Your legacy will live on forever. The love fans have for you will never die. You will always have the same cult following. But it is too much for your ego to know that one of the Vixens in this other group will someday stand alongside you? Because I guarantee you, Kendra… I will.
 
Cameron… I’m still disappointed we didn’t have a rematch at Empress of Elite in the final. We both said it was likely to happen, didn’t we? We both said our match before the tournament was only a preview of more to come, right? I held up my end of the bargain, where were you? I admire what you did. You saw there was a fire lit under my ass and you stoked it. You wanted to light that fire within me and push me and, oops, I guess you got what you wanted. Although I feel like your end dream was to stand over my beaten body with the Empress crown high over your head. Instead, I went and nearly broke Maddie to take what I said I would all along. But let’s move beyond that. Let’s move to the present where you and your jolly band of legends think they need to take that next step and be higher above everyone than they ever were before. What makes these two groups different is what they stand for. We stand for everything that is right about EAW. We stand for a future that includes Vixens kicking ass and taking names and continuing to evolve and develop and give people lasting memories as new people rise to the occasion. You stand for three women who have had the spotlight throughout their career, stealing it away and keeping it centered on them. I can understand the allure to making sure all of that light shines on you. I can understand the desire to put your careers at the forefront and leave everyone else without a chance. But I can’t support it. That leaves us at this divide. You wonder how we could have formed so fast? Let’s just be honest and admit both of these groups were on the cusp of happening anyways. There was a sense that something big was coming. This is that big thing. Now it’s going to be a big war. I can’t imagine when this might end. We both have goals that we won’t see denied. So we will fight and tear at each other’s throats as we seek for a way for this to all come to a resolution. But it will never come to a resolution. It will never exactly come to a head. Three people will rise in the end, and the other three will be left to rebuild. That’s how a war works. Even in peace treaties, someone is always left to pick up the pieces. At least you’ll always have your legacy intact. You will always be the same ass-kicking woman I knew when I entered this company. The one that drove me to a draw in our first meeting, and then felt the same unfinished business I did for nearly a year. Now I’ve got my girl Tarah in this match with me and I’m ready for a battle with you and Kendra. I’m excited for this. You’ve seen how dangerous I can be when this electricity builds inside of me. I’m ready for another big fight. I never back down from a challenge, big or small. You OGs are acting like you’re mountains. Well I’ve been known to put my shoulders down and move those mountains. And when I get to the other side I latch on and make sure I give them a reason to never forget me. You’ll never forget exactly what I’m capable of. You’re right, Cam, this isn’t about the past. Dwelling in the past is a mistake. This is about right now. This is about the future. The future of this division deserves something better than three women trying to power play everyone. Everyone wants to rule the world, but we all have different views about how it should work. Ours works best for the world. Ours will prevail. And don’t mock the sound of the sirens. That’s the last warning you get before this tornado comes in and starts her destruction. IT won’t be the destruction of the OGS, no, not in a week. This starts slow, and it ends with a total loss.
 
Maybe we’re all a little more similar than we’d care to admit. Some of us have just been around longer. Makes no difference. The right team will come out ahead on Thursday. The right team is The Sirens.
 
Cailin smirks as she posts the video and puts away the phone, a little more sunlight shining in through the windows above. She soaks it in for a moment before standing up and tying a weight around her ankles. She leaps up to a bad above her head and starts doing chin ups as the scene fades out.

(The scene opens up to Cloud walking down the street in her neighborhood in Bushwick.)

It’s been awhile since I been here. I have some business to handle which is nobody’s business, but I wanted to holla at my opponent for a second. I knew this was going to happen, but I didn’t want to say anything. Haruna Sakazaki has once again come down with a case of amnesia. She seems to think hard work and dedication is what got her in the situation she’s in now. She seems to forget that she came crawling to Cleo, begging for a chance at the Vixens Championship, a title she and most of the roster has no place being anywhere near! Hell, if it was up to me I would suspend them for even letting speak its name- shiiet I would suspend them for even THINKING ABOUT THE BELT! That’s right Sakazaki, you haven’t even earn to right to wonder whether you’re good enough! How dare you come off from a humiliating loss to Aria for a consolation prize and think you can main event the Vixens Division? You lost that right after your hundredth loss to Tarah- hell you lost that right when you and the previous generation couldn’t get the job done. One opponent...all of you had ONE opponent and you all still lost! That’s why nobody remembers the previous generation save Maddie because you all were just a joke. Is there anyone from 2014-2015 in our division other than three of you!? No, because you all rode on the back of your elders. You all coasted when Cam went after real competition. You all got by when HBG and Kendra wasn’t around. Now the cavalry's here and Tarah lost her title, you can barely hold one, and Maddie is still finding her place. She doesn’t have to worry because for now, I have her back. And I’m going to be here for a long time Haruna...a very long time.

(looks around before crossing the street)

These delusions are nothing new Sakazaki. I don’t need to go into the past to talk about how naive you were in 2015. I don’t need to bring up how you used Ariana, Alex, Cailin, and quite possibly Azumi. Maybe that’s why your prediction about the downfall of Formation was on point- because you could relate to betrayal. You understood treachery because your ass is no different than the Sirens.We fight well together because we’re both well versed in the style of joshi tag team. But beyond that, we have nothing in common...except the people we screwed both figuratively and literally. In any other universe Haru you would be a woman after my own heart. But sadly, I’m stuck with this lackluster shell who doesn’t realize her full potential…

Le. Sigh.

I don’t need a detailed plan to defeat you. Just showing up to our match is more than enough to guarantee me victory. All I have to do is sit and wait for you to screw up and then capitalize. You’re Queen of De-botchery. You see Haruna I’ve already showed the world that I’m no longer the squeaky clean Sky Princess they once knew...the annoying puppy that happily followed Aria, Cailin, and Tarah around with a wagging tail. Nah...I’m another kind of bitch. One whose hunger is incomparable...an anxious mutt backed in a corner, willing to bite whoever comes close! You want to get bitten Haruna Sakazaki!? Be my guest! (checks her phone for a moment) You’re still as delusional as the first day I met you if you think you’re going to come out on top over someone who eats legends for breakfast and picked apart a woman you still have yet to defeat! But I’m sure everything I’m saying is going in one ear and out the other because you’re a hero Haruna...in your mind. You’re trapped in your own fairytale...bound by the cage of dried up shoujo plot that’s been re-used more times than George Copeland changed his name, more times than Cailin dyed her hair, more times than guys Aria have slept with! No slut shaming, just stating facts.

(Stops for a moment, and focuses on the camera)

You think this is a game? You really think you’re going to walk into that ring and pin me? Go ahead. Do what you have to do. Bring Jade, Alex, and all the red gloves you can get your hands on! Hell, bring your new rumored bae. Matter of fact...do that. I can show her what a real master of joshi puroresu is like- oh wait you don’t consider yourself to be a joshi. (shrugs) You’re more joke than joshi anyhow. Just promise me you won’t do anything crazy once I pin you in the the middle of that ring. There’s no hard feelings Haruna...just business and trash talk. I wouldn’t want you to do anything drastic like attempt suicide or an-

Oh wait. (laughs) Too soon? Meh, whatevs.

(walks away as the screen fades out)

----

I had to knock several times before the familiar door before me opened. My eyes scanned the shaking body of the worried woman who stood before me. I never seen Angie Hunter like this...not since Michael passed.

“Angie...is everything okay?” I asked, trying not to think of the worst.

“I..Uh-” she could barely finish her sentence.

“Did something happened to Lauryn!?”

“N-no. It’s Serenity. She...ran away.”

My eyebrow raised. “What do you mean she ran away?”

“We got into an argument, about you. We heard that you’ve been spending time with Eddie and she lost it. When I tried defending you, she end up grabbing some things and left. Cloud, she doesn’t know the city as well as she thinks. Anything could happen to her out there!” Angie did her best to not fall apart. “Nelson and everyone else is looking for her...but maybe you would know where she went?”

I sighed. Somehow I felt responsible. Not once did I think about how my involvement with the murderer of Michael Hunter would affect his family. I was so caught up in my anger towards EAW, that I have effectively alienated the people I loved the most. It had to take everything for Angie to reach out to me.

“I’m gonna search the streets. Maybe the War Party can help.”

“That’s what you’re calling your oh so loyal fan base?” There was a strong hint of sarcasm in Angie’s voice. She may have defended me, but she definitely felt a certain way about my recent decisions.

“Yeah. Listen..we’ll discuss this later. Right now, I’m gonna look for Serenity. How’s Lauryn doing?”

“Good. She doesn’t want to see you.”

How I kept a dry eye was a surprise to me.

“I...uh- I’ll see you later.” I put my hands in my pocket and walked back down the steps. I didn’t have time to linger.

I had to find Serenity. I’ll worry about the consequences to my actions later.

Perception is an interesting concept. Where once my vision was focused and narrowed, but now, I can truly see the entire world? Welcome to EAW. EAW…… is …. Moongoose McQueen. You probably aren’t familiar with that  catchphrase, but give it time, it will be. Back to the point, what is ”the world” in the eyes of your average wrestler or I suppose, an “elite.” Many will foolishly say it’s a title. The belt that goes around your waist that seems to tell every being that you are the best. Well, I got bad news for those guys. It’s a lie. It doesn’t mean you are the best. Take a good look, fellas, you are looking at the best. This isn’t a dream, this isn’t a hallucination, this isn’t a mirage. No, THIS IS THE REAL DEAL, REALITY, YOU CAN PHYSICALLY TOUCH ME, SEE ME, BE JEALOUS OF ME. Take it in, because the best is already here.

But make no mistake, this isn’t a declaration that I will become your champion. This isn’t me sharing my plans for to win titles. Don’t compare to all the other assclowns and children that comes in spouting about their hopes and dreams. I won’t lie, I use to be that fool in the time I’ve spent getting to this moment. But never….. EVEEER…. Has Moongoose McQueen been made a fool of twice.

No, this is no sob story. You don’t see me shedding any tears because I’ve fail. Quite the opposite. I’ve done it. I’ve done it all. I’ve won World titles, multiple times in my career. I’ve traveled the world, I’ve done things that people can only dream of doing. Things that people can’t even comprehend that one man, THIS MAN, can actually do. I wasn’t joking when I said you are looking at the best. I only joke when I don’t take people seriously, but believe, right now, that every word that comes out of my mouth is meant to be taken seriously.

IT’S A LIE. Take it from me, a man that has been at the top, has fallen, only to claw his way back to the top. It’s a never ending cycle of heartbreak and triumph.  You win the title, and suddenly you just win people’s respect. Let me tell you, in my career, I have never…. EVEER… respected a champion and I sure as hell know that every wrestler that has ever made claims to respect me is a lying piece of shit. I know they are all just biding for their time, waiting for that opportunity to take me down a claim the top spot. I can see it in their eyes. Like hungry dogs eyeing a big juicy steak, hoping that just as I take a bite, a small scrap would fall on the floor for them to get a taste of. 
Disgusting behavior, and all for what? A title belt.

So what am I doing in EAW, you ask? What does the man that has done everything want to do? Let me tell you a story, about the time I became a world champion. Once upon a time, I was a true believer. Oh to be so young and naïve. I did believe that that I was the best. My years of training had paid off  I had “supposedly” won the respect of my peers, and no one can take that away from me. And while one can’t be champion forever, I saw things. Horrible things. I saw the most despicable, detestable, vomit-inducing image imaginable. I saw unworthy people winning something I once held so proudly. I saw people that I could wrestle circles around raise that belt in the air and had the audacity to call themselves the best along side me. Fans chanting “You deserve it!!” when they are even qualified to lace my boots. It’s no surprise that Moongoose McQueen never stays in one place for too long. People say I’m a very efficient guy. When I want something, I get it. But people don’t know is I left because I was tired of the BS.
 
It’s hard for people take it in. But you don’t have to. Just take it from me, a person that has lived it. In fact, I’m one of the few people that can see the truth. Looking back on my career, when asked, what is the most satisfying moment of your careers. Winning the world title? Nope. Winning every title possible? Nay. Being passed a torch from another legend in the business and being recognized? Fuck No. Hahaha. Honor, what a pointless 5 letter word that means absolutely nothing. No, it has….. and always has been …… the satisfaction of taking it away from others.
I’ve have seen my reflection on world titles before. And all I get a hollow feeling. But man, seeing watching my opponent hobble away in defeat, what a sensation. The look on their faces each time I successfully defend my title, raising my title in the air as they look on, defeated and angry, what a feeling!! Standing over a body whoms spirit has been crushed to dust, OH HOW THAT MAKES MY HEART SKIP A BEAT OR TWO. But every time I take, I feel so alive. People will tell you, power isn’t worth fighting for. Power is for losers. But trust me, Power is everything. I feed of it. I LIVE FOR IT.
So what does that have to do with EAW? While everyone else is looking for number 1, I’m looking at the bigger picture. The 100. 100 elites that ranges from the naïve fools that want to be the best to the delusional that already think they are the best. I don’t care if you hold a world title. I don’t care if you are a part timer or a legend in EAW. I don’t care how much experience you had. Note, you have a target on your back, and you all already made it so easy because all you guys can see is yourself at the top. Well, I got bad news for you, a lot of you aren’t going to get to see that, and for the people that are already there, not for long.

I know what you are all thinking. What is this guy’s chip on his shoulder? Why is he targeting the EAW roster? Is he insane? Has he taken too many shots to the head. Well, I can say with a clear mind and conviction, that the reason Moongoose McQueen is aiming a gun at each and every one of you guys is quite simple.

It’s because…… I can.


Remember the line. “EAW is Moongoose McQueen.” It’s not a lie like the ones people tell themselves. It’s a promise. A promise that in the decade that EAW has existed, Elite Answer Wrestling will never be the same again. Watch your back guys…….. no one… and I mean…. NO ONE is safe.

(The scene starts in on a dimly light room, with the one light that’s there flashing… Ahren steps into frame wearing a doctors coat)

 

Oh, hello Maero.. You see, you call yourself a doctor.. Well I’ve decided to do some doctoring of my own. I decided to take something from you that means the world, something you’ve had since childhood that’s been with you through thick and thin… Your most valuable possession.. MUWAHHAHAHA (Ahren takes the camera and turns it to a doll sitting in an operating chair) THAT’S RIGHT!! I have your precious MS. Buttercup.. or as she likes to be called Ms. Understood… See what I did there? No? ok.. ANYWAYS YES! The doll that you’ve had since birth is mine now, and I won’t give it back until I have my full satisfaction fulfilled! (The camera turns to Ms. Buttercup)

Ms, Buttercup (Ahren): Save me Maero, I luh youuuuu,,,

Ahren: SHUT UP NO TALKING!!! (Sllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap)

Ms. Buttercup: But whyyyyyyyy

Ahren: Do I do anything with a reason?

Ms. Buttercup: i cri evrytm

Ahren: I want Maero to really know who he’s dealing with, I’m just as dark and sadistic as him. What more could prove that than this?

Ms. Buttercup: W-what are you gonna do to me?

Ahren: MUWAHAHAHA (Ahren turns his back to her, and opens up his doctor bag, gets a scalpel) I’m gonna do the same thing to you as he does to all his victims…

Ms. Buttercup: But they deserve it!!

Ahren: BUT DOESN'T EVERY LIFE MATTER??? Wouldn't it be better for them to just rot in a cell forever?? wait what am i doing...NO TALKING!!!  (stabs the doll) Ok… I guess that was the first incision..  Anyways Maero, what do I fight for? I fight for me.. The better I do the better quality my life is, I believe that’s incentive enough to keep going. The thrill of competition, the accolades that come with it. I have a lot of reasons to do this. If your reasoning is to fight for the freaks, you’re doing a pretty poor job of it, not really giving them much hope, not even Oz thinks you’re good enough judging on what he said prior. Speaking of the kids, great job having the kids do all you’re talking for you, guess you’re not manly enough to give your own thoughts. They did more talking than you did! I guess you didn’t know what to say so you waited until the end so you could say the same stuff you always do about how you’re doing this for the freaks. COOOOOLLLL (he makes more incisions into the doll) … I have no idea what I’m doing, but you’re gonna look so good B!

Buttercup: Noooo, pain, blerp, shnarf!!

Ahren: Shut up!!!!!!! I’m fixing you!!

Same old same old with you Maero, would be dope if you could think of something else to say. But that’s what you have the kids for, the fill up time, and bring extra points to the table. Not that kids have the best judgment on things. I mean I suppose they were right that 3 kids on the playground may have not been a fair depiction of kids.. But then again we are talking about kids. Kids are notoriously stupid because they don’t know anything yet, and they’re very much under developed. I mean look at Ox, he’s somewhat funny for a 12 year old, but he starts sentences and doesn’t finish them! “He didn’t fail as a doctor, he quite”…. He’s quite? He quite what?  He’s quite bad at his job, and ran away? Then he goes on to say something like you’re going to have gold raised above your head. That kid has some creative imagination I give him that, but no logic behind anything he says. I mean in order for you to win a title you actually have to win matches. And just a few days ago Oz was saying how you had one like twice this year. Dumb kids being dumb, contradicting themselves. You see what I mean Maero? That’s what happens when you have children do your talking for you. I worked with kids when I was in high school, and I can tell you most conversations consisted of those very same conversation topics. Maybe it would’ve just been better if you talked for yourself and not had kids do the dirty work. By the way what a bad mother you are, revealing all the evil of the world to these innocent kids, what did they do to be involved in murders. What you didn’t have a childhood so they can’t either? You’re selfish. You’re basically like Michael Jackson, without the talent, just the wanting to relive the childhood thing, and prolly molestation. You take care of these children, but that doesn’t mean you’re doing a good job of it. Look where they live, look what you put them through, just awful.

(The smell of ripped open plastic fills the room) MMMM I love the smell of tarnished doll smells good!

Buttercup: dyinggg

Ahren: You’re a doll you can’t die

Buttercup: Oh right.. Pain tho?

Ahren: Sure, I WANT YOU TO FEEL THIS PAIN MAERO, how does it feel to see your beloved childhood toy in pain!!! Emotionally, physically, I hope this just makes you die inside! Oh but you’ve been dead inside for years haven’t you? That’s why you enjoy hanging out in cemeteries, with all the other dead people.

Buttercup: Is it over?

Ahren: Oh yes its over!! (Ahren whips out a giant katana, and slices the head off the doll, and the arms, and legs and leaves it a mangled mess on the ground) damn it, now I have to do cleaning! UGHHHHH. You see what you did? (He picks up one of the dolls eyes) Look, look what you did. Anyways the kids hype you up to be this big scary murderer, but facts are facts, and the fact of the matter is your win loss record is quite pathetic. It’s easy to get kids to believe anything, just think of all the lies we tell our kids to make them believe in a better world, I won’t say them but we all know what I’m talking about. And I believe that’s what you’ve done with “your” kids. You’ve built up this legend of yourself, the big bad Maero, and they believe it, or want to anyways. They see the guys you torture, and it puts a glimmer of hope that maybe this guy is who he says he is, but totally neglect the fact that the way they got in that chair to begin with was through drugging. Like I said you’re nothing more than a roofie killer. And with all this big talk from children, and a little from you, it’s not really changing my mind, because I’ve seen what you’re capable out in the ring, and it really is just all talk. You may be desperate, desperate men do desperate things, which may or may not be a good thing. You get desperate and lose sight of what matters, you make mistakes… And that’s what will happen, you’ll be too short sighted on just getting the victory you’ll slip up, and get dropped on your head. So Maero, you’re the mother of the sanatorium, but Sunday… I’m gonna make you my bitch.  

(Ahren flicks the doll eye at the camera and walks off)