The video begins and we see what seems to be the inside of a hotel room. There’s nothing particularly notable about the surroundings, but there is something particularly notable about the expression on the face of Syren as she sits in edge of the bed. She’s wearing a short black dress and sits with her head in her hands for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking up in to the camera. “You know the last week has been a real challenge for me,” she says before laughing a little at the statement. “Hell, the last month has been a challenge for me, if I’m being honest. I imagined after Retribution that if I were to be about to record a video for a rematch for the World Championship that I would be so focused, so determined, and that it would be the easiest video I’ve ever recorded. I can honestly tell you that that’s not the case, and it’s not just because of everything that’s happened since. I have no doubt that you guys have heard the stories, right? It feels like the whole world has, and it feels like everyone in it has an opinion about me right now. It’s crazy as well because when I was younger all I wanted was to be famous and in the last five and a half, getting close to six, years since I started my career here I’ve certainly accomplished that if nothing else. I’m famous, I’m infamous, but it’s not always been for the reasons I wanted it to be.”

She laughs again before letting out a little sigh. “The past few days have been a living nightmare. The crazy part though is that it’s not a new experience for me. I wish I could say it was, but it isn’t. I mean people have been lying about me since I started my career. People have been judging me longer than that. And I mean god, you’ve all got an opinion about me, haven’t you? Some of you think that I’m a slut. Some of you think that I’m a whore. Some of you think that I’m just a horrible person. So many of you tell me over and over again that I’m not good enough. And that last one has never changed. It hasn’t mattered what I’ve done. It hasn’t mattered how hard I’ve worked. It hasn’t mattered the people I’ve beaten, the tournaments I’ve won, the titles I’ve held or what I did while I was the champion, time after time, month after month, the next person to step up to me has always told me that I’m not good enough and that they’re better than me, and time after time and month after month I’ve gone about proving them wrong,” she says before shaking her head slowly. “It never changes anything though. I think that’s why it meant so much to me to face off against Donovan Kayl. Ok, so he didn’t exactly tell me that I was the best ever, and he definitely thought he was better than me, but he was one of so few who I had an unparalleled level of respect for after everything he’s done, and I liked to think that maybe he respected me as well.”

“Of course I’m probably wrong about that. I mean, wasn’t he one of the ones in the ‘yay Kennedy’ club a month ago? Yah, a lot of you were. You’d think that that would hurt me as well, right? Because a month ago I stepped in to the ring to face a self-absorbed, egotistical bitch who’s gotten to the top of this company not by beating the very, very best in regular competition – hell, does she even know what regular competition even is? Seriously, she’s had how many matches this year? Exactly my point – but by whining, by ranting, by screaming at the top of her lungs that she deserves this or she deserves that, by taking her clothes off at every opportunity, by posing for photographs that get photoshopped to look as good as they can look… Think about it. She genuinely is the Kim Kardashian of professional wrestling. She’s famous in the first place not for what she’s done but for who she is. She’s got the right name to get people’s attention and she’s exploited that her entire career in SCW, and while the rest of us have to bust our asses to get ANYTHING all she does is show up and expect everything to be handed to her,” she says before shaking her head slowly with an scowl on her face. “And last month she decided to tell you guys everything that was wrong with me. Last month she decided to criticise every aspect of my life. Seriously Kennedy, did you really think that was going to hurt me? Join the fucking rest of the world!”

“You’re too small, you’ve got a bad accent, you make bad choices, you’re a slut, you’re a whore, you’re an adulteress, you’re going to burn in hell – that’s probably my favourite one of all, you would not believe the number of times I’ve heard people tell me that in the last five years since the stories about Ravyn Taylor and me being together as more than just tag team partners first appeared – you’re not good enough, you’ve killed the tag team division, you’ll never be a true World Champion, you’re not pretty enough, you’re not good enough, you’re not Regan-Street enough, you’re a disgrace, you’re a joke, you care more about the Women’s division than the Tag Team division, you care more about the Tag Team division than the Women’s division, you don’t spend enough time on Twitter – seriously, genuinely a complain I’ve had from none other than the aforementioned Regan Street, which I think says a lot about her mentality – and of course the never ending amount of times I’ve been told that I can’t be the best because whoever I’m facing is clearly better than me,” she lists before beginning to laugh for a moment. “Yep, that’s my life ladies and gentlemen, and that’s not even a fraction of the things people have said about me. Everyone’s got an opinion and everyone’s opinion seems to be the same, that I’m not good enough, yet last month it took FIVE people to take from me the SCW World Heavyweight Championship!”

She shakes her head slowly before rolling her eyes. “And this is the part where Kennedy hears that and she shouts at the top of her lungs that I’m wrong, that she did it all on her own, that she made me pass out, that she took the title from me because she’s the best – hell, she was quick enough to respond to what I said last time out, right? I told the world she was not the better wrestler and within moments she was on Twitter ranting again, like she always is, because apparently she has literally absolutely nothing better to do than to listen for EVERYONE who mentions her name and then rant about what they’ve said and that’s got to be a really sad life – but here’s a newsflash for you, I’m not wrong. Last month it took her sidekicks getting involved to pull down the top rope, it took her minions running around ringside trying to protect her, and oh yah lest we forget it took a certain jackass at the announce table to get up from his actual job and stick his nose in to the match, for her to finally beat me. I’m not wrong. She didn’t beat me straight up in the middle of the ring. She had an army in her corner and she needed ALL of them to beat me, and now it seems like she’s recruiting even more,” she says before laughing again and rolling her eyes a second time in quick succession. “Seriously, Alexis Quinne and Punk Hazard? What, were Dawn Lohan, Alex Young, and every other bottom feeding asshole you normally associate with unavailable?”

“You think you’re better than me Kennedy. Of course you do. You’re really not the only one. And normally no matter how bad that criticism of me gets I’m able to find a way to block it all out, to ignore the lies they talk about in the tabloids when it comes to my personal life, to rise above all the bullshit that they throw at me every goddamn day of my life, to push past the hash tags and the insults from fans, wrestlers and even those I considered friends on social media, and to carry on with my life like none of it bothers me. That’s what I can normally do because the people who’s opinions actually matter to me, the THOUSANDS of fans who fill the arenas every week and chant my name and the people in my life who are closest to me, normally more than make up for the hatred and the doubt from the rest of the world. Normally I tell myself the old cliché that haters are gonna hate and I push on with the rest of my life, but this past week especially that’s been harder than it’s ever been,” she says before taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a sigh. “But like I said, I always wanted to be famous. Be careful what you wish for, right? Yah, it’s not always the way I imagined it would be. This week has been so difficult, and there have been times when I thought it was going to crush me. Only it hasn’t…”

“A lot of you guys, especially the younger fans out there, know how it feels to be bullied, especially on social media. It feels like the world is against you, doesn’t it? And I relate guys, I really do. The things people say to me on there are things nobody would have the guts to say to my face. And it does something to you, doesn’t it? It breaks this little part of you. It feels like somebody stabbing you. Well for six years I’ve experienced that. For six years I’ve heard the worst things that people can say about me. For six years I’ve faced the criticism of the world, I’ve faced the criticism of the locker room, I’ve faced the criticism of former friends, and I can honestly count the people in that locker room that I count as my closest friends on four fingers,” she says, holding up her left hand with her thumb tucked in and staring at the four digits before beginning to laugh. “In a roster of sixty plus there are four people who I can count on. I’m not the popular choice in the locker room, that’s for damn sure. But you know what, you guys? They’ve ALL thrown their very best at me, the WORLD has thrown it’s very best at me, they’ve taken their best shots, they’ve used up their best insults, they’ve tried to bring me down and check it out you guys, I’M STILL HERE! Dozens of critics, thousands of doubters, millions of haters and yet I’M STILL HERE and this Sunday I’m going to rise above the doubt, I’m going to rise above the hate, I’m going to STAND TALL in the middle of that ring and I’m going to hold up these four fingers again, but this time it won’t be for four friends, it’ll be because this Sunday in spite of everything I’m going to be a FOUR TIME WORLD CHAMPION!”

She starts laughing, nodding her head in absolute determination. “So go ahead you guys, tell me I’m wrong. Go ahead; tell me that I’m delusional. Tell me that it won’t happen. Tell me that Kennedy is better than me. Hell, Kennedy, I know this is your favourite part of the week, so here’s what I want you do to, ok? Tell me how much better you are. Tell me how much better off SCW is now that you’re holding that belt. God knows you’re fucking delusional enough to believe that’s true, so tell me about it. Tell me how you beat me before and you’re going to beat me again. And then go ahead and get all your family to write their PATHETIC opinions down and tell me the same thing. Who are we going to have this time? Regan, maybe? Trinity? Dylan Howell? Jessica Howell? Ooh, why don’t you get some of my old friends? CHBK, perhaps? Lucas Knight? David Helms? Some of my former opponents: Donovan Kayl again, maybe? Shaun Cruze? Ooh, throw a curve ball in there and ask Jake Starr! No one will see that coming. Seriously, you go ahead and you get all of them. Get every single one of them to praise you. Get every single one of them to criticise me. Get every single one of them to tell the world that there’s absolutely no doubt about it and that this Sunday you’re leaving Kansas with the SCW World Heavyweight Championship, pull the WHOLE LOCKER ROOM together and get them to record a message in unison criticising me and telling me I’m not good enough and it will make ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING DIFFERENCE!”

There’s an incredible fury and passion in her eyes and in her body language as she almost screams the last four words at the camera. “Do what you do, Kennedy. Whine, bitch and complain about the fact that I’m getting this opportunity, because god knows you’ve got to be pissed off about it, right? And I’m sure there are loads of people in the locker room who are pissed off about it as well. Why does she deserve a rematch, right? What did she ever do? Do what you do, Kennedy. Criticise me all over again. Tell the world that I don’t deserve this. Tell me I don’t deserve this. Tell me I’m wrong about everything. Call me every name you can think of. Criticise my career. Criticise my past. Hell, go nuts, last time you enjoyed criticising my father, well I have brothers – a doctor, a lawyer and a medical student – so why don’t you go crazy on them. Or, ooh I know, criticise my mom. She slept with a married man. Oh my god, that must be where I get it. She must be a big old whore as well. So please, please, criticise away. Run my whole FAMILY through the mud because I know you want to and god knows the rest of the world have taken their shots at me, so why shouldn’t you?” she says with an intense hatred in her tone. “You go ahead and you say everything you need to say about me, get it all out of your system, get every last little bit of hate out of you, and then wait until Sunday and watch as I STILL kick your ass!”

She starts laughing again, nodding her head before flicking her hair out of her face and running her hand through it. “Last time out I told the truth. Last time out I told the world exactly the way I felt about you, Kennedy. I meant every word, both the good and the bad. Last time out I told the world that you had the potential, that you had the tools, and that you could be one of the all time greats, and I meant that. Despite everything that’s happened since I still mean it today. You could be one of the greats, Kennedy. But you won’t be. You won’t be because despite that strength, despite that ability, despite all the natural talent you have and you get everyone to praise endlessly – seriously, do I even need to tell you guys that she’s got talent? I mean there’s like a billion people with their heads up her ass doing it for me, right? So you guys already know – you won’t be remembered as one of the best of all time because you’re a lazy, cowardly bitch,” she says in a completely serious, almost analytical tone. “You wanted to be the champion for so very long. You wanted the recognition. You wanted the attention. You wanted the praise. Oh wow, I’ve been there, I know how that is. How’s it feel? Was it everything you imagined it would be? Was it everything you wanted it to be? Well congratulations on achieving your dream. I’m happy you got to experience it, because now it’s going to hurt all the more on Sunday when I take it all back.”

“I had all of that as well. I had all of that for seven long months, and it was without doubt the greatest time of my career, so I hope that it’s been the greatest time of yours, ‘honey’. For seven months I got to call myself the Champion of the World and I enjoyed every moment of it, but your moment in the spotlight isn’t going to be seven months. Hell, it’s not even going to be seven weeks,” she says before smirking at the camera. “I hope you enjoyed that first Breakdown. I hope you enjoyed the attention that you tried to get the world to pay you. I hope you enjoyed interrupting the show, desperately trying to get people to pay attention to you, and I can promise you one thing – they’ll be paying full attention on Sunday. Oh yah, they’ll be giving you their complete attention all the way up until that moment when I drop you on your face – again – and I take back what you stole from me. And I know the task ahead of me. I know the difficulties I’m going to face. I know the army you’ve got with you. But I don’t care. I don’t care if you’ve got one person ringside, two people, five people, twenty people, it genuinely doesn’t bother me because this Sunday I’ll fight them ALL just to get to you and when I get to you I’m ending your title reign. Don’t believe me? I don’t give a damn!”

She doesn’t laugh this time; instead she just stares in to the camera with complete commitment and complete seriousness. The fury and the determination that’s been in her eyes since she started out seem only to have grown even more and slowly a smile forms across her face. “So I hope you’ve listened carefully, ‘honey’. I hope you’re prepared. Now do what you love to do. Jump on Twitter and tweet ten times about everything I’ve had to say. Go ahead, but don’t expect me to be waiting. Promise every follower you’ve got that you’re going to prove me wrong. Promise them that Kennedy, because this Sunday I have a promise of my own for them,” she says with complete focus. “This Sunday I promise I’m going to fight through all the criticism. This Sunday I promise I’m going to rise above the waves of hate. This Sunday I promise that everything everyone has had to say about me won’t be a blind bit of difference to the outcome. This Sunday I promise that every critic in the world won’t stop me. This Sunday I promise you that I’m going to walk out of the Scottrade Center once again the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. And this Sunday, Kennedy, I promise that I will STAND TALL in that ring and leave you slinking away. This Sunday I swear to you will BE TOTALLY JEALOUS!”

She takes a deep breath at the end, nodding at the camera with the same level of commitment, before the video ends and the replay button flashes up on the screen.