The video begins and we find ourselves inside a hotel room, but not in the normal way. The camera isn’t set up at a distance this time around, it’s not on a stand and pointed in one direction, instead this time we find that the camera seems to be rested on the bed and laying on the bed in front of it is the current SCW World Champion, Syren. Her hair is tied back, she’s not wearing much makeup, and the video doesn’t have the look and feel of a normal promotional video. It seems more intimate. She’s dressed in a plain white top and what seem to be pink pyjama pants and lays on the bed holding up her head with her left hand as she looks in to the camera. “Hey guys. So, we’re still in Pittsburgh, and it’s Saturday night. It’s been a pretty long day, I’ve been at a few signing events today around the city meeting some fans and talking to them about tomorrow night, and it’s been a lot of fun. But I knew before I went to bed there was one more thing that I needed to take care of, and that was talking to you guys again because there’s something that I haven’t done yet,” she says, smiling softly at the camera and fighting off a yawn. “Excuse me. Like I was saying, it’s been a pretty long day but there’s one thing that I haven’t done yet that I need to do before tomorrow, and that’s address what I didn’t address yesterday. You see yesterday I laid out a choice, right? I spoke about giving you guys a choice between the personal and the professional when it came to my thoughts on tomorrow night, and I feel like I’d be letting you down if I didn’t finish the job. So, yesterday when I was doing a little sightseeing I got to talk to you about the professional, and that means now it’s time for the personal. And believe me, this time it IS personal.”

She giggles to herself. “You have no idea how much I’ve always wanted to say that,” she says before shaking her head and dismissing the playfulness. “Sorry, this isn’t a time for laughing. It’s really not either. This isn’t a time for joking or making light of anything because guys tomorrow night I am facing Regan Street with the SCW World Heavyweight Championship on the line, and I won’t lie for even a second, this is by a long, long way the single most PERSONAL match of my entire life. Now I’ve had big rivalries before, I’ve had big opponents against whom every match felt like some personal attack on me, against whom every line they uttered felt like a personal insult that was supposed not to enlighten you to the way I felt or my motivations but instead meant to be a dagger aimed straight for me. Over the course of those matches I’ve been called just about every name under the sun I think and I won’t lie, sometimes it did make it personal. I mean there’s a fine line between personal and professional, isn’t there? It’s a line that I’ve been dragged across so many times, when my professional life had a weird effect on my personal life but mostly when my personal life had a weird effect on my professional life. I’ve had secrets revealed and I’ve revealed the secrets of others. I’ve had personal problems with my family dragged in to the limelight, and I’ve had very public breakdowns in my relationships with those issues from my personal life wreaking havoc with my professional life. I mean god, what happened between me and Lucas in 2012 when our relationship officially went to hell was really something else, something that I’m never going to be able to forget no matter how much I try. And I’ve tried.”

She lets out a long sigh and collapses on the bed for a moment before looking up at the camera again. “The truth is when it comes to personal in this business I’m something of an expert, and yet through it all never has there ever been any rivalry that’s been as personal as the one between me and Regan Street. Now with most rivalries you can at least go back and you can pick a moment that it all started, can’t you? You can go back and you can find one moment somewhere that you can put your finger on and you can say that yep, that was where it began. That was where it started. That was the event that sent these two girls spiralling against each other. Well I’ve been thinking about it all day today, and all night last night, and I can’t actually tell you where that moment was for us. I don’t think there even WAS a moment like that. I think the day that Regan Street walked in to this company, the kind of person that she is, just meant that it was always going to be inevitable. You want to hear something funny? It was last year, during some of the darkest days of this whole story, that a friend of mine turned to me and she laughed and she said that she didn’t get it. I asked what there was not to get. She said she didn’t get why Regan and I were enemies, why we hated each other so completely. I told her I thought it was pretty obvious. She said that it wasn’t. She said that in another world, in another place, at another time, Regan Street and me could have been the best of friends. She laughed and told me that we could have been the greatest of allies as we have so much in common. I looked her straight in the eyes and I told her that she was wrong. I told her we could never be friends because we have EVERYTHING in common.”

She stops and laughs a little before taking a deep breath and letting it out as a sigh. “It’s crazy isn’t it, but it’s true. In a lot of ways we couldn’t be more different. We’re from different backgrounds, different religious beliefs, and different countries even. We have different styles; different quirks and sometimes I think we even speak different languages. And yet from the moment that she debuted in SCW, from the very moment that she had her first match it seems, it’s like we’ve been two different people competing for everything. It’s like we’re two different objects trying to occupy the very same space, and we both know that only one of us can have it. It feels like there’s only room enough for one of us, maybe even only AIR enough for one of us, and every time one of us takes a breath the other one can’t breathe,” she says, pausing for a moment. There’s no anger in her voice at the moment but she does seem like it’s difficult for her to talk about it all. “I never thought in my life that I’d ever have to compete with someone for absolutely everything in my life. I’m used to competition. I’ve been in competition my entire life. I used to compete for grades in my family, a competition I was never good at. I used to compete in sports, something that I was much better at. Even as a cheerleader I used to compete. When I started wrestling though that’s when the real competition came out in me. I wanted to compete with everyone around me. I wanted to compete in the ring with every opponent I faced, but I also looked at all the legendary figures, all the historic accomplishments, all the INCREDIBLE things that other people had done and I said that one day I want MY name in amongst them.”

“I’m used to competition, but when Regan came along all of that changed. You see I had my thing going on, you know? I was me, I was Syren, I was the blonde who took on every challenge, the one who never backed down, the one who was on Twitter before anyone else in the company had an account, the one who raised the Women’s title over her head with pride, the one who broke glass ceilings, the one who joined a long line of women who’d done incredible things before her but somehow wanted to stand out from them. Then Regan came along and it was like she was me. Suddenly she was the one who was taking on every challenge, she was the blonde girl with the attitude, she was the one breaking boundaries, smashing through ceilings, raising the Women’s title over her head and I looked at her and I admired her. I loved everything about her... until it dawned on me the fact that she was taking my place,” she says softly before laughing a little, like it’s a ridiculous thing to say. “I know, it’s crazy, right? She wasn’t taking my place; she was filling the spot I left behind, right? I’d moved on. I was someone else now, and Regan was picking up where I left off. Only she wasn’t. It got to the point where EVERYTHING she did, EVERY match she had, EVERY opponent she faced, it was like she was being me, and the worst part about it is that she wasn’t the me who was in the background of the Infamous, she wasn’t the me who overshadowed by those around her, she was the me that I was right then. She was getting the attention that I was right then. She seemed to get everything that I ever got in a faster time than I ever got it, and that was before we even get to the whole thing with the World title.”

“It was then that I realised that I was jealous of her. That only got worse when she joined up with Brittany Lohan and Rachel Foxx and had what I can only describe as ‘a lesbian phase’. Then it started to feel like it was getting ridiculous, you know? Because I know I’m not the first girl in the history of wrestling to realise that actually I do kind of like girls but I’d done that and then she did it, and somehow she seemed to do it in a louder, more attention grabbing way than me. I mean god, as if it wasn’t bad enough that everyone was already thinking she was doing the things I’d done better than I’d done them, then she was somehow a better bisexual than me?” she asks before laughing and shaking her head. “Yah, I know that doesn’t even make sense, but it’s how it felt. Then suddenly it no longer felt like she was doing the things that I’d done before, it no longer felt like she was filling the void that I left behind, it felt like she was actually taking away the things that I was doing then. And seriously, that couldn’t have been a harder time for me. I was under crazy pressure, I had the Interim World title and the World Tag Team title, and people were telling me that I wasn’t good enough with EITHER of those roles, but Regan Street? She was great at everything. So yah, I was jealous. I was crazy jealous. I felt like I was being replaced. And when I lost those belts, and Regan moved up, with all the turmoil and the pressure that I was under, I genuinely did start to feel like she was replacing me. Everything that I worked SO hard for just came SO easily to her. She didn’t have to go through the struggles I did, things just kept falling in her lap. She was replacing me in every possible way...and then she started hanging around David...”

She pauses for a long moment and then collapses back on to the bed again before wiping her eyes and then looking up at the camera again. “Sorry, it’s been a crazy long day and... well, I don’t think I’ve ever actually really talked about this in this much detail before with anyone. But yah, I felt like she was taking everything that made me who I was away from me, and then she started hanging around David and he wanted to be around her, he wanted to hang out with her, he wanted to be her ‘friend’ and that jealousy that I felt? It got worse. It got a lot worse. It turned to hatred. And I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t handle it, and I started hating MYSELF because of it. I couldn’t get it done like I wanted to in the ring, I couldn’t compete with the attention she was receiving, and then my boyfriend wanted to spend time with her instead of me... and I left. One night, after I lost to Jake, I just... left. I needed time to think. I needed time to get my life in order. I needed time to figure out what the HELL was going on... and when I came back they weren’t just friends anymore...” she says and then pauses again and once again wipes a tear from her eye. “So, what do you do when the girl you’re jealous of, the girl who you feel is somehow taking away EVERY part of your life, somehow taking away everything that makes you who you are, starts taking away your BOYFRIEND as well? I know what I SHOULD have done. I should have told him to go FUCK himself. He told me he didn’t sleep with her. He told me that meant it wasn’t an affair. Let me ask you this, if you were in that position what would you have done? Hindsight is a bitch, but I know what I did. I made the wrong decision. And I paid for it.”

“Over the next few months it got even worse. I had the title I wanted, that she wanted to, that I’d earned my shot at but that she wanted for free. We couldn’t get along, mostly because I’d make a comment about the weather and somehow she’d take it as a personal insult. My life became all about Regan Street. My career became all about Regan Street. My TITLE REIGN became all about Regan Street. Because she couldn’t let me have it. She couldn’t give me a moment where she wasn’t threatening me, she couldn’t give me a single day when she wasn’t in my life, and she never went away. When I lost to Shilo I was a broken person, and I did the one thing that I thought could SOMEHOW make it in SOME WAY better, I told her that I’d stand aside, that she could get the next shot, I GAVE HER MY FUCKING REMATCH and I didn’t even get a THANK YOU. And from that moment on that was it. I wasn’t me anymore. I wasn’t the star. I wasn’t the one getting the attention. I wasn’t the one in the spotlight. She was. Then she got hurt, and somehow it was still all about HER. It sucked that she got hurt, I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt, but she did and she lost her spot... only when she came back it was just given back to her. ‘Oh, you’ve got another title too? Don’t worry about that one, that’s not important, what matters is that we give you everything you ask for’,” she says before beginning to laugh. “For me it all culminated then in the worst two moments of my life, the moment I found out that my boyfriend, that the guy I loved IN SPITE of all this shit, planned to run away with her, only planned to leave me a FUCKING LETTER, and then came back to me only when she didn’t show, which lead to our breakup, and the inevitable day that they tweeted ‘I love you so much’ at each other in front of the world.”

She pauses for a long moment. She looks away from the camera and takes a deep breath before looking back at it. “Have you ever been replaced?” she asks before laughing again. “I have. She took everything away from me that made me who I am. She broke me. I’ve been in First Blood matches, Cage matches, Thunderdome matches, Elimination Chambers, TACTICAL WARFARE even, I’ve wrestled tournaments in one night, I’ve gone up against every challenge IMAGINABLE in this sport, and Regan Street is the only thing to have ever truly BROKEN me. So, when I told you this match was personal? It’s so much more than personal. I’m facing a woman that I was utterly jealous of, a woman who took my spot on the roster, my spot in Pinnacle, my place in the spotlight, my boyfriend, my home, and everything that mattered to me, who’s gotten everything in this business handed to her on a silver platter while I’ve had to work SO hard for EVERYTHING I have, the only person to have ever BROKEN me... and if this was six months ago I wouldn’t have been able to handle that. If this was six months ago I’d be on the floor right now crying my eyes out or I’d be punching the wall so hard that I’d break my wrist. But this ISN’T six months ago. And even though this is a woman who broke me and took EVERYTHING away from me, I stand here before you today not a ball of emotion – well, maybe a little emotional – but as someone who’s been to the very bottom, who’s felt the cold way down there, and who looked around at what she saw down there and decided that she wasn’t going to give in to despair, that she wasn’t going to give in to hatred or jealousy, but that she was going to get every single bit of it BACK!”

She laughs then and rolls over, reaching over the side of the bed and picking up the SCW World Heavyweight Championship which she places in front of the camera and puts both hands on proudly, sitting up on the bed now with the belt in front of her. “And that’s what I did,” she says, looking down at the title and then back up at the camera. “Nobody gave me this. Nobody told me I was next in line. I didn’t get this by tweeting about it, by whining about it, by making demands for it. I didn’t get it by crying endlessly about how unfair it was that I didn’t get a one on one shot. I EARNED this title. I beat three of the best in the company, possibly three of the best there have EVER been, to WIN this title. I came back from all of it. Do you know how hard that was, Regan? You think it was hard on you because the match last year was ‘set up for me to win’. Bullshit! Those are the breaks sister, you take the good with the bad and you’ve got a LOT of good. You think you’re the only one who’s ever competed twice in two nights? You’re not. You think it was so difficult for you because a guy who was never yours in the first place chose me – at least temporarily – before running off with you. Cry me a fucking river. You think you’ve had it hard, Regan? The girl who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, the girl who’s always gotten EVERYTHING SHE EVER WANTED, thinks she’s had it hard. You don’t know hard. I told you yesterday that every interview I do they want me to talk about you, they want a sound bite they can play to incite a war between us, they want to know what I really think, so here it is. I told you what I think about you professionally. This is what I think about you personally. I think you’re a cunt.”

She laughs a little before shaking her head. “Sorry guys, I know I swear a lot as it is, I know these videos probably already have a restricted rating, but there are certain words that you just don’t say... but that’s the way I feel,” she says before shrugging her shoulders. “You wanted to know how I feel, and that’s it. I hate Regan Street. I can’t stand the sight of her. The sound of her voice is like nails on a chalkboard in my head. I don’t like David Helms for what he did to me, I’ll never forgive David Helms for what he did to me, but I HATE Regan Street for what SHE did to me. And for over a year of my life now, even after I beat her and I took this title, I’ve never escaped from her. Trios Tournament we were right there in the final on opposing sides. Taking Hold of the Flame we were right there in the ring together battling each other. And now I’m the SCW World Heavyweight Champion and she’s the number one contender. It had to happen. It was almost like it was written this way. But I’m not going to whine about it. I’m not going to cry about it. I’m not going to spend a single second complaining. You see for the last year of my life I’ve had to watch as William Mason claims he’ll riot if Regan doesn’t win or claims he’s throwing her celebratory parties before she’s even gotten to the city she’s competing in, let alone won. I’ve had to listen to an endless stream of family members tell me how fucking amazing Regan Street is. And yah, I’ve had to watch my boyfriend run off to her and then tell the world how great she is as well. David wants to be in your corner this weekend. I think that’s cute. And he can be, if you really want him to be, because I don’t mind if he watches me beat you.”

She laughs again, not egotistically but almost because she can’t believe she actually said that. “Sorry, but this is so much more than just a match to me. This is so much more than just a title defence. This is so much more than The Hellcat against Syren. We know about The Hellcat against Syren. I’ve spoken about The Hellcat against Syren. But this is Regan Street against Zoe Sperling, this is the girl who replaced me in every part of my life coming back at me a second time because I rose back up, I overcame everything in front of me, I STOOD TALL and I got BACK to the top of the mountain once again,” she says before taking a few deep breaths and calming down again. “This is about the SCW World Heavyweight Championship, but it’s about so much more than that as well. This is about your obsession with this title, and your obsession with me. This is about every damn time that you’ve gotten in my face physically or via social media because I happened to say something, normally completely unconnected to you, that you decided was OBVIOUSLY aimed at you. And just for the record, this isn’t about five hundred and thirty seven, this is about two hundred and ten. That’s how many days it’s been since you had your chance, and you blew it. I want you to remember that number, ok? Two hundred and ten. But I want you to remember another number as well, and that’s seventy-eight. Seventy-eight is the number of days it WILL be if I wake up on Monday morning and I’m still the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, and that number might not mean much to anyone really – it isn’t even the longest I’ve held this title before, let alone others – but if that happens and if I wake up on Monday morning and if I still have this title then it’ll be a number I’ll remember for the rest of my life.”

“I know what it’s like to obsess over a loss,” she says, nodding her head softly. “I’ve done it. I’ve been obsessed. Can I ask you a question Regan? How many times have you watched the tape? How many times have you played the events in your head? How many times have you obsessed about that night? You say five hundred and thirty seven, I say two hundred and ten, but now I’m going to give you another number. This one’s significant to you. One. That number’s significant for you because on Monday morning if you wake up without this title, the count begins again, and it’ll get longer. Then again that number’s already significant to you, isn’t it? It’s how long that count lasted before I broke it. So maybe that number will be significant to you, or maybe it’ll become significant to me, I don’t know for certain. I can’t see the future, I can’t predict what’s going to happen, but I do know this. This match is beyond personal. This is the biggest match of my title reign, possibly the biggest match of my year and arguably the biggest match of my entire life. And Regan, I want you to know the reason I told that story earlier. I wanted people to understand sure, but there’s another reason as well. I wanted YOU to understand. I wanted you to know how much you got in my head, even before you were in my life. I wanted you to know how badly you affected me, even how much that you broke me. I wanted you to know how jealous I’ve been of you, because I have been. I’ve been jealous of your looks, the attention that comes so easily, hell EVERYTHING that comes so easily to you, and everything you’ve taken from me. I want you to know that I’ve been jealous of it all. But sweetie, I NEED you to know something else as well. I need you to know that if this is still mine in twenty four hours time that it won’t be me who’s jealous anymore, and you’ll finally know what real jealousy is...”

She picks up the title and she collapses back on to the bed again with the title clutched to her chest. She lays there for a few moments before she reaches over and she grabs the camera, kissing the lens before putting it back down again. And with that done the video fades out and comes to an end and the replay button flashes up on to the screen.