The video begins and we see Zoe Sperling sitting on a bed in the middle of the picture with her legs crossed and looking straight in to the camera. She doesn't look happy. The look on her face isn't one of anger though, if anything it's a look of turmoil. A quick look at what we can see of the room behind her gives the impression of a hotel room. There's nothing that clearly identifies it that way, but there is nothing personal about the room at all. The walls are a plain white, the light fittings behind her seem mass produced and the blinds we can see at the edge of the window also seem very generic. Everything points to this being just another hotel room, and points to Zoe's reason for being there far from a happy one.

“Hey everyone,” she begins slowly, as though it's taking her considerable effort to start talking. The look in her eyes even as she starts to speak seems to tell a story of recent hardship. While not immediately obvious it's clear something is very wrong and Zoe is far from her normal self. “So, um, I wanted to talk tonight before the rumours all start up. I’ve had a really long day, so you’ll have to forgive me if I’m not my normal happy self because right now there’s not a whole lot to be super happy about. Before anyone jumps to any conclusions, I’m not talking about what Aiken and Rachel Frost did on Breakdown. I should be thinking about that, I should have so much to say to them both but right now I don’t because right now I want to talk about something else. Something way more personal,” she explains before laughing a little. “Yah, me and personal and public all definitely go together, am I right? They so do. Ever since I first set foot in to SCW my personal life has been splashed across the shows, splashed across the Internet, I’ve had people finding out deeply personal things about my life that I never wanted them to find out and I’ve had people publicising those things about my life for their own amusement. CHBK did that with my dad, if you all remember that. I do. He took my personal problem with my father, who didn’t want me to be wrestling, and he filmed some interview with my dad for Breakdown just to fuck with me because he could. I don’t even need to remind you of what happened between me and Lucas either, do I? I did something so wrong. I fell for a guy who was married and I started sleeping with him... Sometimes I think that if I had one wish it would be to go back in time and never do that, because that wasn’t me. I’m not that person. I’m not the girl who breaks up marriages. But of course you guys don’t believe that, I mean why would you?”

“You guys think you know me because of the things you’ve read about me on the Internet. You think you know me because you’ve heard the rumours about me, you’ve heard what other people say about me, you’ve heard I’m some giant slut and you all buy in to that and why wouldn’t you? I broke up a marriage. It didn’t matter that I actually loved Lucas, and I think he loved me. That part of it didn’t matter to anyone. It wasn’t part of the story. The story was that I’m a home wrecker and I’m a slut and you guys all judged me for that. You guys have seen me at my worst,” she tells the camera before pausing a moment to wipe a tear from her right eye as it begins to form there. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to get emotional, I thought I could do this without crying again but maybe I can’t. See I’ve not slept too much in the last few days because of... well, you guys can all guess why. So I’ve not slept well, and I’ve been up a long time today and I’ve been travelling, and... Today I had my heart broken,” she says, barely getting the final word out before putting her head in her hands and taking a few long, deep breaths. When she looks up again she wipes another tear from her eye before seeming lost for words for a moment. She clears her throat, blowing out another breath before looking back in to the camera again properly. “Sorry. I really thought I could do this. See, for once I wanted to be the one who was in control of how you guys found out about my life. I thought I could sit down here and I could tell you a story and I could remain in control but I can’t, so I’m just going to try and get through this. What I want to tell you is earlier today David and me broke up.”

She stops again, putting her hands on her temples and taking a few more deep breaths, obviously fighting herself to stop herself from crying. “It’s been coming for a while I think,” she says, not actually looking straight at the camera but not covering her face either, and it’s evident that more tears are forming in her eyes. “We’ve had problems for a long time, problems that I’ve talked about in a blog entry before, problems that almost everyone who’s watching this video probably knows all about. You guys know about what happened last year, you guys know about the problems between me and... someone else. What you guys don’t know is that I loved David Helms. I don’t just mean that I ‘loved’ him like people use that word. And I know you guys, you think you know that already because I’ve tweeted it, and I’ve blogged about it, and I’ve mentioned it in videos and interviews and everything else, but the truth is that I really, truly loved him. If he’d asked me to I would have done just about anything for him. But we’ve had problems, and he’s lied to me about some really... important things. I’m not going to go in to details because frankly those details aren’t your business. But yesterday we were celebrating our two year anniversary and today we’re in different cities and he’s not in my life anymore and I...” she says before covering her face with her hands and for a long moment, clearly losing her fight against the tears. “I told myself I could do this. I knew it was going to be hard but I told myself that I could get through it and I will. I wanted to be the one who told you, which is why I’m doing this tonight. I wanted to at least be able to pretend that I could control this, and control all the jokes and the mocking and everything that comes along with all of this because I know its coming.”

“Petty, spiteful little bitches are going to talk shit on Twitter, like they’ve got anything to actually brag about. But before you people judge me I dare you to do what we did. We were together for two years, and yah it wasn’t always perfect but two years in this business, with all the drama, all the pressure, all the attention, all the prying eyes butting in to our lives and all the travelling and difficulties and... Two years with all of THAT in this business is like a lifetime. I’ve seen god knows how many relationships start up and disappear after two months because of the pressures that this business puts on a relationship, but we did it for two years and to me that meant something. And now it’s done, it’s over and we both move on. And that’s what I’m going to do,” she says, slowly nodding her head at the camera. “That’s what I’m going to do. So if you guys want to take shots at my life then you go ahead. Hell, I’ll give you some more stuff to make fun of, because I know how much you love riding that one joke that wasn’t funny the first time until you’ve gotten nine hundred tweets out of it, so here’s some more. I lived with David, so as of this morning I’m homeless. I shared a locker room with David, so right now I have no locker room on Wednesday night. I’m not talking to my parents, so other than my sister I don’t really have much family right now. And I don’t actually know where I stand with the people who I call my friends because I shared a lot of them with David as well. So, as of this moment, I have no backup. I have two ruthless douche bags literally out for my blood it seems and I have no one to watch my back. I mean you think about all of that and it’s just a reason to curl up and die, right? It’s a reason to disappear, to fly off to some exotic island and disappear from SCW. But here’s the problem, I’m not going anywhere!”

“I may not have a boyfriend to watch my back anymore, but here’s the thing about that. I never needed a boyfriend to watch my back. You see I’m not great with relationships, I’m not amazing with family, I don’t have a huge collection of people who can gather around me and reassure me and boost my ego and tell me how great I am but do you know what I do have? I have spirit. I have determination. And I have the knowledge that after four and a half years in this business, after four years of going out in to that ring at every opportunity and fighting anyone – and I mean anyone – who stood between me and what I wanted there is no doubt that I am the BEST FEMALE WRESTLER IN THE WORLD and NO ONE is ever going to take that away from me. I said I was going to move on and that’s what I’m going to do, because I’m not great with real life but I am great in that ring. That ring is my life. Wrestling is my life. And so I’m going to move on by doing what I do better than anyone, and I’m not going to let anyone stop me. Unlike others around here I don’t run. I don’t hide. You want to find me? I’m not hard to find. I’ll be the one in the middle of that ring giving everything I have, stealing the show better than anyone else can and twice this week I have the perfect distractions from a whole world of hurt. On Sunday night I’ve got Aiken in the middle of that ring, and I get to work out all my frustrations and all my anger on him. After what he did to me, after jumping me from behind, drugging me and dragging me off to a funeral home I get to do what I want to do more than anything on Sunday and that’s take my boot and bury it so far up his ass that he’s going to need an otolaryngologist just to get a look at it. But long before we arrive in Portland for War of the Roses we’ve got one final stop to make, one last chance to make a statement in two nights in Salt Lake City and my opponent on THAT night is a man who thinks he’s the law.”

“So, Merrick Wiseman, I guess some people in my situation would be pretty pissed off at you right now, right?” she asks, cocking her head to the side and looking at the camera curiously. “I mean, your big thing right now is that security isn’t tough enough, right? Security doesn’t stop all the terrible things happening. So last week on Breakdown you got a taste of their experience, you got to play security guard for the night and shall we review a little flaw in your performance? I mean I’m not telling you how to do your job but when you’re assigned to security detail because you think they’re not good enough at their jobs on the same night that I’m jumped from behind in the middle of the ring, a rag slapped over my mouth and I’m physically carried out of the building by two individuals who want to actually kidnap me and drain my blood I’m thinking, you know, MAYBE you’re not as on the ball as you think you are. Don’t worry though Merrick, you see I don’t hold you responsible for what happened but I do hope that you enjoyed your little taste of playing ‘the law’ last Wednesday. I’m assuming it’s over now. I’m assuming you’re not going to be donning that lovely security jacket and running around with the guards every show now, but I could be wrong. Maybe you will be, right? Before you complain too much about security not doing their jobs though, maybe you want to take a look at the bigger picture here. I mean you’re all pissed off they couldn’t do their job and keep the world safe from terror or whatever, am I right? Well in the last eight months or so I’ve been jumped from behind more times than I can remember. I’ve had the likes of Brittany Lohan and Shilo Valiant knock me down time after time, I’ve been thrown around like a rag doll after a match because some uppity little bitch decided to have her little man-toy do what she couldn’t do herself and I’ve had championship opportunities stolen from me because of outside interference and do you know how many times I turned around and blamed the guys in the security jackets for it?”

She laughs before shrugging her shoulders innocently. “Ok, maybe I’ve blamed them once or twice, and maybe I’ve laid blame at the feet of SCW management to better protect me, but there’s something else I’ve done about it as well. After every single one of their attacks, after every single time that I’ve been knocked down and brutalised by whoever wanted to get their hands on me that week I’ve gotten back to my feet, dusted myself down, stood in the middle of the ring and dared them to try that a second time. You see Merrick this is PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, this isn’t some rowdy night club where with a bunch of bouncers employed to rough up the guys when they get a little too drunk or a little too fresh. You think you’re administering ‘justice’ right now? You’re the kid whose parents gave him a cop badge when he was five years old and he went around trying to arrest the other kids for cutting in line! It was cute when you were five, you know? It was cute when you had your mom there to stop those bigger boys from beating you down and taking your badge, but evidently you never grew out of that. Now you put on a mask and you try to fight evil wherever you see it like a bad eighties TV hero, only you don’t fight it wherever you see it. You get involved in the smallest of disputes, the pettiest of battles, and then you call yourself a peacekeeper. It’s cute, and it’s noble in its own way I guess, but it’s about as effective as giving a cop badge to a five year old and telling him to battle injustice in SCW as well,” she says with a shake of her head. “Where were you for the big moments Merrick? Where were you when the Coalition set their monster loose on people? Where were you when the Coalition was ending careers? Where were you when Jake Starr was swinging steel chairs and hitting everything in sight, or when Autumn Valentine and Harmony Fisher were both beaten down in the middle of the ring after a match? Were you ‘fighting for justice’ then, or were you in the back shooting off your guns and feeling big and proud of yourself?”

“Before you start running your mouth at me I’ve got nothing against your ‘quest’,” she says with a smirk at the mention of the final word, “in fact if anything there’s part of me that actually thinks it’s kind of noble. My problem is that this quest, this battle for justice and dishing out punishment, is something nobody asked you to do. You’re not hired by anyone, you’ve got no official authority, and a few weeks back you were telling the world that the thing associated with you was going to be ‘punishment’. So you’re not ENFORCING the law, you’re taking it in to your own hands and for what? So you can run down SCW management? So you can blame SCW management for everything that goes wrong here, rather than putting the blame where it’s deserved? Last week I was kidnapped. Last week I could have died. I’m not blaming security, I’m not blaming Oleksa Drachewych or the board of directors, in fact there’s only two people I hold responsible for what happened to me, and I’m going to get my hands on both of them before long, starting on Sunday night. Before long I’m going to stand up and I’m going to fight the Coalition, not as a part of a team but ON MY OWN and I’m not doing that for ‘great justice’, I’m not doing that so I can put on a cheap Lone Ranger outfit and pretend to be a hero or because I’m dying to play the role of Judge Dredd. I mean I WOULD look awesome in a Judge Anderson outfit, but I’m not about to run around shouting out ‘I AM THE LAW’ because I’m not, and neither are you. When it comes down to it Merrick you’re not doing this for the good of SCW, you’re doing this for yourself and that doesn’t make you a hero at all. If anything the heroes around here are guys like Chris Cannon, girls like Kelcey Wallace, those who HAVE stood up against evil and not just those who want to play a hero on TV.”

“I mean I look at you and you’ve got all the tools to be somebody in this business,” she says with a nod of her head. “You’ve got size, you’ve got strength, you’ve got power, you’re physically gifted in ways half the roster wishes they could be and you’ve got dreams, right? You want to be a champion. You want to prove yourself. You want to establish yourself and set yourself apart, am I right? Do you really think that’s what you’re doing right now? When you’re walking around backstage blaming SCW management for everything that’s wrong with the world you seem no different to the Dependables, except at least those guys are funny. Is that the way you want to be seen Merrick? Is that the legacy you want to leave behind you? Do you really want to be seen as a bitter, twisted vigilante who’s more concerned with his own propaganda than actually fulfilling anything that he promises he’ll be? There’s something else I’m curious about as well, because I’m very curious what side of the imaginary line you’ve drawn in front of you I fall on. Everybody around here knows I’ve got a bad reputation, don’t they? In the past I’ve not been above bending the rules a little to get what I wanted. So, since you’ve taken it upon yourself to proclaim yourself judge, jury and executioner should I be worried this week about you firing off one of those silver bullets at me? Am I a bad girl Merrick? Is there a bounty on my head? Maybe there is. I mean, there normally is. So, are you planning to cash in this week? Are you going to give me your own brand of ‘punishment’ and teach me a lesson for all the terrible things I’ve done? Yah, the reason I can’t keep a straight face while I’m asking this is because I don’t take it seriously at all. This week it isn’t the story of Merrick Wiseman riding in to town to fight against evil. This week it’s the story of a little blonde girl fighting against hypocrisy.”

“I don’t blame you for your failure to enforce the actual laws last Wednesday night, and you want to know the truth Merrick? I’m glad you didn’t interfere. In the end I had Tommy Valentine and David Helms ride in to save me for quite possibly the final ever time, and this week I’m all alone, but I’m not looking to demand protection from anyone. I’m not looking for Oleksa Drachewych to surround the ring so nobody can get to me this week. I don’t want his protection and I don’t need his protection. I didn’t need the Next Level rushing in to save the day last week just like I didn’t NEED anyone, least of all Jake Starr, to come out to the ring at Perfect Destruction. Sometimes I may get my ass kicked, sometimes I may get left bloodied and broken in that ring but it’s not the number of times that I get knocked down that define me but rather the number of times I get back up again. That’s what I’m going to do this week Merrick. I’m going to get back up. I’m going to prove to COWARDS like Aiken and Rachel Frost that they CAN’T scare me away, they CAN’T beat me down and every time they try and get rid of me I’m going to get back up and come back at them until I get what I want, and what I want is payback for all the bullshit they’ve put me through. I had my heart broken earlier today and I’ve spent a whole day crying over it, but I’m done crying now because now it’s time for me to do what I do best, and get back on my feet, get back in to that spotlight and steal the show all over again. So, cowboy, are you ready for Wednesday night, because I know I am. You can hurt me, you can knock me down and you can break my heart but you can’t ever stop me. And if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, if Aiken Frost succeeds in draining me of my blood this Wednesday then you can make that my epitaph. Well, my epitaph is either going to be that, or something a little shorter. Something like the message I have to everyone who whines and bitches and tries to run me down. You know what that is by now, right? JUST BE JEALOUS!”

She shakes her head toward the camera before blowing it a kiss as the video comes to an end.