Post by Renee Jonae on May 8, 2020 16:32:27 GMT -8
🗽A training montage of Renee Jonae in a private gym plays, as her voice plays over the video. The video is interrupted with flashes of “The Last Dance” documentary of Michael Jordan, particularly the episode about the 1992 Olympic Dream Team and his worldwide exposure. Jonae is doing various exercises, she runs the ropes inside a ring, lifts weights, and chin-ups, ending with wiping away sweat and looking towards the ceiling, as “The Last Dance” plays on a mini-screen at the top right corner.🗽
"So this is it, the time to show the world who I am. Heading into DreamState with it all on the line, this is the type of moment most wrestlers have waited their entire lives for. Myself included. The desire for greatness is a common drive amongst people, but I think I’ve proven to be more than just another big dreamer, I have been successful and made many of my dreams come true. I just have to kick it into high gear, reach that next level that takes my career from superstardom to damn near legendary in the making! What makes a legend? Skill, tenacity, and je ne sais quoi, sure, but what do the greats have to say when speaking on the subject? They talk about their upbringing. I’m sure you’ve seen it, those black and white photos, those pictures of a child version of the person you’ve come to adore and respect. Some say their upbringing was built on harsh streets. Some say their parents always pushed them to be the best they can be. Michael Jordan said it was the competitive rivalry he had with his brother.
For me, growing up two Haitians’ daughter, my upbringing was trying to be a model big sister for a little brother born with certain challenges. He was vibrant, beautiful, and strong, but terribly ill and confined to the hospital. We always tried to see the positives in it, we’re grandchildren to a pastor, we believe in finding mysterious blessings in what the world throws at us. I didn’t always see it that way, I didn’t know what he got out of it, but now I know he knows that I’m here largely because of him. I am the woman today only after I would spend my childhood being there for him and trying to support the family. I became fascinated by professional wrestling because stars would visit boys like him in the hospital and his mood would glow up even more than it did when spending time with his big sister. These people could make a kid’s whole day or even year just by showing up for a few seconds, because they were the stars these children would see on TV and were what brought so much joy. I wanted that, I want to be a presence big enough to brighten some kid’s day just by being around. My brother’s favourites were professional wrestlers, they were his heroes, and in that sense, I wanted to be a hero too. In doing this, following this dream of mine, I truly grew to love the profession and all that comes with it. However, you don’t become the type of person that truly captures the magic of uplifting the hearts of the downtrodden by being just another wrestler. Those kids, they’re just like anyone else, they love the superstars, the magic comes from the people who shine on top. I have an opportunity with this Women’s World Champion match and the entire International Championship tournament. Some might ask why I think the later could help me, I’ve always been focused on the Women’s World Championship, but it wasn’t actually winning with the Chicago Bulls that put Jordan on the map as his biggest moment. And yes, I wanna be Like Mike. Perhaps have my own Fay Jonae brand. What truly got the biggest level of fame was his work on the Dream Team, performing on that Olympic team for America. The world watches when the subject matter is global, people respect those who represent their roots, what screams that more than the International Championship?
This Carribian Freebird is going to snatch that International Championship, and everyone knows that it would only be oh so fitting. I seduce like the language of love, l’amour de la France. I fight on like my Haitian ancestors, the Loa give me armour. I stand firm without backing down like the symbol of America, I channel that liberty statue at our harbour. Jordan, he was only able to wrap himself with one flag and that was enough for him to touch so many hearts, I can celebrate three. I may not lay it on as thick as Fenrir’s Viking pride nor pretty much any Irish loudmouth in sports, but I think I add just enough dash of cultural flair to this company. I can bring a lot of unity and new international eyes onto the company if I make the best of this opportunity, so that’s exactly what I plan to do. There are a handful of people in this company that could do something similar, Cloud amongst them, but I don’t think any of them could do it as well as I would. Excluding someone like Vincent, I don’t think anyone else is on the cusp of becoming the next headliner. I don’t think there’s anyone else who you can bet on that has my track record for overachieving again and again, all of these other people are a roll of the dice, when a Jonae guarantee is a brand claim you can trust in. Things here in WWH are changing, hell the whole world is in a state of uncertainty. Now Eden is in charge of what seems to be the entire company, and she’s a devil that none of us truly know. It’s the biggest PPV of the year, but Noah’s not here, Maki’s not here. But I’m here, admittedly not with a legacy anywhere near as big here as theirs, but I’ve built enough trust to make my claim to be someone next in line. I can bring stability, I am the type of talent that can come out here and bring about a state of normalcy because everyone witnessed what I did as Women’s Champion. I defended my championship against the best women on Dystopia, I went to face challengers in the Sanatorium, and I was even kicking ass defending my belt when we went overseas into Japan! When I faced and defeated Maki, they billed that match as past vs present. I thought it was disrespectful to her at that time, I had no idea why they would put that phrase as the marquee, but now I feel it’s the appropriate time for this international sensation to be the present everyone’s been waiting for."
🗽In real-time, in her home Renee Jonae is found seated at her desk, wearing a white sweater. Behind her is blurred, the past becoming more distant, but today she herself is seen for all her simple beauty and poise. She puts on a charmful smile and addresses more of DreamState.🗽
"It’s time people get something tried and true here in WWH, and Cloud I’m sorry to say that it’s looking really likely that you just aren’t cutting it. Sure, we both know our emotions are a bit mixed, you beat me by getting my shoulders down while I had you in a choke, you don’t feel it was as an emphatic victory as you’d like, I didn’t feel like it was a rivalry ending moment, but we both know a win is a win and you’re the champion. That’s not what I’m talking about, I don’t deal in sour grapes. What I am talking about is what you’ve done ever since you’ve taken that Women’s World Championship from me. You’ve lost every single match you’ve had here since you’ve had to carry that weight of heavy gold. When I became champion, that’s not how my story went. When I was champion I was going in hot, I was toppling giants and beating legends of this organization. Before I lost the belt to you, my last match was defeating Havoc in the main event, I had a little unwanted help, but just like you beat me, a win is a win. Which is to say, I was representing women, my culture, and this company spectacularly from start to finish as champ. Yet you instead go on a short term slump? You let another woman beat you. Then that woman, Lucy Sixx, she was going to bypass our division and continue the tournament towards the International Championship? That’s embarrassing. I can’t have that, wherever you take the women’s division, it reflects back on me. I won’t have people say that I left the women’s division in shambles and let some one-hit-wonder take the helm. No. Win or lose, the women’s division is going to be left better than when I first found it, so I’m putting my tournament spot on the line and one of us is going to go show Lucy what that championship means to all the women in this company! Some might say I’m being a bit dramatic going this far, that’s fine. A showwoman like me isn’t afraid to cause a scene and make things bigger than others thought possible, but know I’m making this stage for the right reasons, because that belt can’t be disrespected. It’s true, I’ll have cost myself a chance at the International Championship, IF I lose. But if you’ve beaten me twice than that means it ought to be you that goes onto show WWH what us sisters can do and try to take that international strap. Either way, you and I finish our rivalry. I’m sure you’re confident, all new champions are. They think they’re invincible, and from what I’ve seen in the world that fresh confidence and recent high truly makes them the strongest they ever are in their reign, long before the wear and the tear of being champ takes away that air of invincibility, piece by piece. However, Paige Matthews also faced me in her first defence. You know, it didn’t go well for her. Breaking a new champion fresh out of the gate, that’s the only way I know how to win a championship right now. If I beat you, they might start calling it a Renee Jonae specialty.
I’d love that because I’ve been thinking a lot about my image and what you’ve said to me. You gave me the impression that I’ll never be a true star if I stay confined to one company, and there was some truth to that. Who you are in the world is important, you have to get your name out there and stay on-brand with what type of body of work you want to collectively produce in the world. So these type of matches excite me, dealing with you inspires me to do better. I even recently put my name down for a charity wrestling event, outside of WWH, just to spread some cheer and do a good thing while presenting myself to new faces. Don’t get it twisted, WWH will always be my home, and it’s where I started and was able to become the rising star that I am today! Whenever I go to other places it’ll represent what has been built here. You give fair enough advice in your criticisms, but I’m starting to wonder if our little War Queen is losing her touch and her ability to craft her own image the way she wants. You’ve been getting that behind of yours kicked all around the world lately, company to company and now with you so distracted and busy, your underlings have been disgracing you. Your boy, Jacob Striker, he barely paid attention to the fact he was in the International Championship tournament, and after he lost to me he sent his tag partner to whine and throw shade at me on social media, making utter clownery of your tutelage in the process. What kind of training school are you running, Cloud? I’m sure your little boy is now hoping his mommy, Cloud, shows up and takes care of the big bad Ms Jonae on Mother’s Day. I’m sure a lot of the children you’ve adopted also want that too, just to see their mother come home happy, and I’ll always give you props for it. Taking care of people who lost their families and giving them a new one is a real hero’s work, even if people shy away from the cliche term. But I’ve got a little boy rooting for me too, I may not be a mother, but I’m a big sister who has taken the role more than once or twice, and I’ll be making his day when I win on the grandest stage of them all. It doesn’t matter how many family members a person has or how many people they fight for, they fight on the best they can regardless. Besides, a girl has to spoil herself on big nights like the one coming. Rain or shine, I strive for splendour and even though I’m not going into this DreamState the way I expected, I’m sure as hell leaving with all those spoils we have on the line.
Because I’m the Fay Noire, même quand ca fait noir."
🗽Renee Jonae stands up and smiles with competitive determination. The camera then goes to black.🗽
Post by Matsuda & Dynamic Duo on May 8, 2020 19:57:26 GMT -8
Dreamstate Promo #1
“Your kingdom is in trouble.”
Stephanie opened her eyes to and saw that she was standing in what appeared to be a throne room where she was surrounded by several golden thrones, fitting with red cushioning. The handles were carved into lion heads with ruby eyes. Sitting in the throne before Cloud was...well her. But it wasn’t an exact replica of herself, but rather her days as EAW Unified Women’s World Champion: The “Iconic War Queen” Stephanie Matsuda. Her eyes seem cold and unflinching as she stared down at the woman she would become as if she knew what awaited her in the future. The current War Queen folded her arms, wondering what her past self wanted.
“What do you mean?” she demanded.
It wasn’t the “Iconic War Queen” who answered her but another figure from her past. Stephanie looked to her left and found herself face-to-face with a prominent figure from her blonde days, JET World Champion, Cloud Matsuda.
“You lost not one, but three important matches. You failed to retire the Shock Collar, failed to thwart the Queen of the World-”
“And you failed to retake control over the X-Division.”
Stephanie turned around and saw a recent version of herself: “The X-Rated War Queen” Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda. The EWC X-Division Championship was slung comfortably over her shoulder with one hand as she held a kendo stick with the other.
“And now the Fay Noire stand at the gates, demanding retribution.”
Stephanie turned once more to see the most recent version of herself: WWH Women’s World Champion Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda. Like the others, her gaze held no emotion. From her peripheral, the EAW Specialist Champion, Stephanie Matsuda, the one who forsook the “Cloud” moniker leaned forward, rubbing her chin.
“I wonder...what will you do War Queen? Your third world title is in peril. You stand to become as irrelevant as you were the day you left the Land of Elite. Will you fall to Jaywalker’s prodigy, or will you defeat her for a second time?”
A woman dressed in the War Queen’s thug-inspired entrance attire shifted in her seat: the Stephanie Matsuda that once held the OATH Tag Team Championship.
“She doesn’t have what it takes. She’s not like us, not anymore.”
Stephanie sighed as she glanced at the past iterations of herself. They sat in their respective thrones, awaiting a response. Three major losses from three legends of the industry. If Stephanie wanted to stand at the apex, this was a bad start. But she knew what they wanted to hear. It was the same words she wanted to utter, the phrase that guided her passion at the moment.
“I will win. I will do whatever it takes to defend this title and protect our legacy. The war isn’t over. The war is never over.”
The “Iconic War Queen” smiled as she observed the determination in present-day Stephanie’s eyes.
“Not until the day you die.”
“Not until the day I die.”
Stephanie awakened to find herself in her bed back in Brooklyn. Beside her, Monica slept soundly with her back turned to her. It’s been a while since Stephanie had such a dream. She knew what the message was about: she was losing her edge. Her “loss” in the previous Dystopia was evidence of this fact. Renee Jonae could see the blood in the water. She needed to do whatever it takes to protect what was hers.
Stephanie climbed out of bed and took a moment to stretch. She had a lot of things on her mind, but she couldn’t let it rent space in her head. She’s 0-3 in her last set of matches and Renee Jonae was no joke. In their last match, she was just mere moments from tapping out. If she didn’t think fast, she would’ve found herself submitting in a matter of seconds. Stephanie got dressed in her workout clothes and made her way downstairs to the dojo. She turned on several lights in the workout area and decided she needed to pump some iron to get her mind off of things. She was one match away from losing it all and it was imperative that she get into the best shape of her life. Her title victory was no fluke and at Dreamstate she would prove the doubters wrong. Her kingdom was in trouble and she needed to do whatever it took to protect it.
We see The War Queen herself, Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda dressed in her gym clothes with the WWH Women’s World Championship slung over her shoulders. She’s sitting in her office with a calm demeanor. Behind her are photos of every title celebration throughout her illustrious career. There seemed to be a look of pride on Cloud’s face before she spoke.
“Competition is in my blood. From intermural sports in middle school, volleyball in high school, to pro wrestling I’ve always pushed myself to be a step above others. It’s not about supremacy but challenging yourself by pushing others to their limits. At War of Attrition, we pushed each other to the limit, Renee. Now, it looks like we’re going for another round. I’ll be frank - I didn’t think we would be dance partners this soon. But yet, you find your way back to Cloud Country. You probably thought you were facing Lucy Sixx but after a careful review, the officials saw that I didn’t tap and was merely reaching for the rope. Well, with that behind us I find myself with a golden opportunity. I’m one step closer to my goal of becoming a double champion here in WWH, a process that I’m surprised is happening as quickly as it is. My girls are the tag champs, I’m the women’s champion, and we’re just three titles away from a War Room Dojo blowout. Forgive me if I come off as arrogant, but I’ve done everything I said I would do here in World Wrestling Headquarters. I’ve taken this belt across the world, to various interviews and media outlets just before the pandemic hit. Now we find ourselves in uncharted territory with the fate of the business - and humanity on the line. You were a glorious champion Renee, but the people need me now more than ever. They need something they can believe in. War is upon us and I’m its queen. The world may never be the same, but no matter what happens I will continue to stand tall as its champion.”
Stephanie sighed as she adjusted the title on her shoulders.
“In our last encounter, you were this close to making me tap. But, you know that close doesn’t cut it, especially if there’s a title on the line. I can guarantee that you won’t get that close again, sweets. Because at the end of the day it’s about lessons learned and what I’ve learned from that match is that I can’t underestimate you. But alas, you had your run with this title, sweets. I’m not finished cementing my legacy in the women’s division nor am I finished with my time in this company. #BLZNSZN has just begun so let’s get the ball rolling.”
Stephanie got up from her office chair and took the camera out of the office and into the gym area. Stephanie turned the phone around so it could show the ring.
“This is where the magic happens, sweets. This is where I’ve been training every day to ensure that my victory wasn’t a fluke. Before we faced off in that tag match I told you that I outsmarted you. There’s more in my bag of tricks than I’ve revealed, sweets. There’s more to winning a match than hitting your finisher, but I’m sure you were taught that back at the grotto.”
Stephanie climbs into the ring and walks around for a moment.
“Two things are on the line: a chance at the International Championship and my Women’s World Championship. I’m in the midst of establishing a brand, Renee. My reign has to become something to behold - inspirational to those who dare to dream. That’s what this belt and this event mean to me, sweets. I can show the people that in these dark times that they can believe in The War Queen, that through me they can realize their potential. Before WWH I was at a crossroads in my career. I could’ve sunk back into the shadows, never to be heard from again. But I refuse, Renee. I refuse to give in to the critics who say I’m a one-hit-wonder. If that was the case, then what does that mean for my championship? What does it mean for our division? Since my arrival, Dystopia has become Cloud Country. I’ve put women’s wrestling back on the map and I will continue to add prestige. You will play a role in my ascension, Renee. I know you will give me your all. I understand how important this rematch is, and I believe we will tear the house down. But when the smoke clears, when the dust settles, I will be the only one left standing. Because there’s a difference between being great...and being iconic.”
Stephanie stands in the center of the ring as she stares up at the ceiling. In the distance hung the replicas every title she’s won in the past:
JET World Championship
EAW Specialist Championship
EAW Unified Women’s World Championship
EWC X-Division Championship
OATH Tag Team Championship
“There are those who are far more accomplished than me, sweets. They share their stories about their journey to the top, and each time I hear another tale, it stirs the beast from within. I want that same glory, sweets - no, I want more than that. Before I take off my boots for the last time, I want to become the undisputed G.O.A.T. Our match is just another battle in a larger war...a war to decide the best in the world. But, to be the best, you can’t just do it in one place. That’s where everyone has it wrong. A queen deserves a kingdom, and WWH is just one territory out of many for me. That doesn’t mean I don’t value it any less. A true matriarch sees value in the property she obtains. You shocked the world when you dethroned Paige Matthews so quickly, but I’m no mere smoke show. I’m the real deal, possibly the only true warrior other than you in this women’s division. You brought eyes to us, but someone needs the whip our division into the most brutal and dynamic thing anyone has ever seen. We are more than just beautiful faces. We are femme fatales; daughters of Athena made in her image. I didn’t get the start I imagined, but defeating you for a second time will remind the world just how dominant I can be when I’m backed into a corner.”
The camera zooms in on Stephanie’s face as she turns to the camera.
“I’m at my most dangerous when I’m backed into a corner. When I have to fight for relevancy when everything is one the line I’m willing to do whatever it takes to win, sweets. I respect you but that doesn’t mean I’m going to hold back. I will not be letting go If I have to break you to get my point across, then so be it. You’re not in Jaywalker’s Grotto anymore, sweets. It’s my dream to rule over a thriving kingdom. And after Dreamstate, this dream will be taken to international levels with a second title around my waist. You had a great 2019, Renee. But 2020 is #BLZNSZN. The women who tried to dethrone you aren’t even in my league. If you can’t get this title back, then expect me to rule for a long time, sweets. Expect The War Queen to come on step closer to Dystopian dominance, one-inch closer to being a triple champion.”
Stephane looks down at the Women’s Championship as she remains in the center of the ring.
“This belt...this opportunity means more to my career than anything before it. You want my legacy? You’re gonna have to kill me for it.”
A dark glare comes across Matsuda’s face as she stares at the camera one more time.
“Know it. Understand it. Believe it.”
Stephanie turned off the camera and sighed. Her past selves were right: her kingdom was in trouble. As much as she wanted to approach things from a civil perspective, a queen needed to crush her heels upon her enemies to show the world that she means business. In her heart, this meant making an example out of Renee. No matter how much she liked the girl, the rest of the roster needed to see what happens when one flies too close to the clouds.