The video begins and we see the inside of a hotel room where we find Ravyn Taylor lying upside down on the bed dressed in a Dark Fantasy t-shirt, her head hanging off the end of the bed and around her waist the SCW United States Championship that she seems to be stroking lovingly as she smiles. In the foreground of the shot however we find a less amused Syren, also dressed in a Dark Fantasy t-shirt, as she paces back and forth in front of the camera before finally stopping. “Ok, so let’s not waste any time here. Let’s start this off exactly where it should start off. It’s Tuesday night, we are right here in New Orleans, and in the past when we’ve come to New Orleans we’ve totally gotten in to the party mood but not this time. This time I’m standing in the Big Easy but I’m anything but easy going because right now we all know that I should be standing here as a four-time SCW World Champion, don’t we? I know it. She knows it,” she says, looking over her shoulder briefly to Ravyn who nods her head in agreement. “Every single fan who’s going to fill the New Orleans Arena to capacity tomorrow night knows it. SCW management knows it. And even Kennedy Street and her band of annoying hangers-on know it. They know that right now I should be holding that title with pride ready and willing to defend it against anyone and everyone, and they know that the only reason I’m not is that at Flawless two weeks ago I got screwed again!”

She clenches her fist, clearly upset, before letting out a long sigh. “Last week I went to Breakdown to get some answers that I feel I’m owed. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not so self-involved that I think the world revolves around me and that everyone should drop everything they’re doing to give me the answers I need. That’s why I didn’t go kicking down the door of Mr D the moment I arrived. I was willing to wait for an explanation. But that was an explanation I never ended up with,” she says, shaking her head slowly and taking deep, angry-sounding breaths. “Back at Retribution I got screwed out of the SCW World title not by one fired up challenger but by an army. It took FIVE people to take the title off of me that night and you all saw it. It took ropes being pulled down, managers, enforcers, lackeys and even COMMENTATORS causing distractions, and every underhanded trick in the book to take that title from me, and at Flawless I made a promise to the world that I was going to take it back. I promised you all I’d drop Kennedy Street on her face in the middle of the ring and I delivered. I promised you all that I’d beat her on that I delivered. But I also promised you I’d be standing here with the World title and that didn’t happen. I don’t like being made into a liar. At Flawless, for the first time in almost six years in this company, I was granted a shot that I didn’t have to jump through hoops for, a shot that I didn’t have to win a tournament for, a rematch that I deserved and I had her beat. Hell, I DID beat her. So what happens now?”

She looks away from the camera, clearly upset and struggling to control her emotions. “After everything I’ve been through lately last week I wanted to walk into Breakdown and put the controversies inside and outside of the ring behind me by getting the answers I needed. All I wanted was a clear answer of what happens next, and I didn’t get one. So for everyone who’s wondering, I don’t know what the future holds right now. I don’t know where the future leads. I don’t know what’s happening in the mind of Mr D, or the Board of Directors, or anyone else because nobody will give me answers, but I do know this. On Breakdown ‘they’ claimed that I should be at the back of the line. ‘They’ said I failed to get the job done. In six years in this business however I’ve lived by one belief and that’s that when you beat a champion you’re the FIRST one in line and at Flawless I beat the champion. Nobody else can make that claim. That means as far as I’m concerned the line for the next title match starts right here, and ANYONE who has a problem with that I’m more than happy for them to take it up with me,” she says with the frustration evident still. “Now I know the list of those who have that problem won’t be short. There are a LOT of people who want that opportunity and who’d know that better than me considering I’ve spent the last year proving myself against all of them. And I know one name on that list that thinks she should be next, and that’s Kelcey Wallace. Last week she made that more than clear. She wants the next shot, right?”

She takes another deep breath and lets out a long sigh before shaking her head softly. “Listen, it’s not like I’m going to stand here and tell the world she doesn’t deserve it. I’m not that dense. I know the things she’s done. I know the things she’s overcome. And you guys will remember exactly how I felt about her this time last year, right? I didn’t hide those feelings at Rise to Greatness last year, I told everyone exactly how I felt. I respected the hell out of her as a competitor – still do – and I had no doubt she earned her shot after Taking Hold of the Flame. I know the hoops she’s been forced to jump through as well, I know the challenges she’s overcome, in so many ways I sympathise with the struggles she’s had more than ANYONE else because I know how it feels to have to fight the world every goddamn time you want anything. I know the resentment that builds up in you when that happens. But as much as I respected her right to challenge last year I had a major problem with her attitude,” she says, shaking her head angrily. “It was ‘Rise to Perfection’ last year, right? Except there was nothing ‘perfect’ about Kelcey back then! It’s not ‘perfect’ when you have a manager going out of his way to hurt everyone who stands between you and what you want, even if you claim it’s nothing to do with you. My problem with her, and her attitude, was the same issue I have with Jake Starr today. But that was last year and since then there’s been no more Silas Mason so I thought things would be different now. Hell, I actually hoped Kelcey and I would see eye to eye for once.”

She pauses and lets out a long breath. “I hoped that, but apparently I hoped in vain,” she says before shaking her head. “I know how much the World title means to her. I know how much it means to everyone who’s ever held it. And last week when Mr D wouldn’t sanction me going out there, when I looked in her eyes and I wanted to go out there and beat her pathetic ‘gauntlet’ even WITHOUT the title on the line, I thought we could be on the same page. I thought we could take her down. I thought – I hoped – that we could send a message. You see if Kelcey wants a shot I’ve got no problem with that. The fact that she thinks she should be ahead of me I’ve got a problem with, but her wanting a shot, her wanting to prove herself, I have no issue with. So when things got physical between us it was the frustration and the adrenaline getting the better of both of us, or so I thought. But when it got broken up and Mr D sent me to the back… well, I had nothing left to prove in the ring. I didn’t expect an attack from behind. And I didn’t even see it coming, not until she missed me and ended up kicking the boss in the head. I don’t even know what to say about that. I mean, it’s been almost a week and I still don’t know what to say. I didn’t do anything wrong, I didn’t even see it coming, and yet I still feel guilty. I feel guilty he was out there to start off with, and another non-wrestler got hurt in or around the ring. I feel terrible about what happened, I really do, but Kelcey? She says it was an accident, but also that she’s perfect and doesn’t make mistakes?”

She lets out another long sigh before shaking her head. “It’s that same attitude again, isn’t it? It’s the same ‘perfect’ crap from last year all over again when this situation, this whole giant mess, is anything but perfect! For the first time we had every reason to work together and get what we both want, and instead I was lucky to still be standing on Breakdown and not get attacked from behind while Mr D wasn’t so fortunate. I went to Breakdown last week to get some answers, and all that happened was more chaos, more controversy – it seems to follow me around lately – and more questions,” she says, pacing back and forth for a few seconds before stopping and staring in to the camera again. “This week I’m going to Breakdown again and I know that there’s a whole host of new problems, I know that there’s a tournament next week that everyone is going to be focused on, I know there’s a whole mess from last week to clear up, and I know I have an apology to issue for whatever part I played in that even accidentally. But this week I’m going to Breakdown with only two things in mind. The first is that I want my answers. And here’s the thing, I don’t care when it is, I don’t care where it is, I don’t care if it’s me and Kennedy or who else is involved, hell I don’t even have a problem dealing with her fucking lackeys myself, but I want my shot. I got screwed TWICE by the same bullshit and all I want is one opportunity to make it right. After that you can line up the challengers and I’ll fight them ALL, you have my word on that, but first I want my shot!”

She takes another deep breath, turning away from the camera in frustration before turning back again. “Like I said, two things I want this week and that’s the first. The second is far simpler. The second doesn’t require Mr D or anyone else to take time out of their schedule. The second doesn’t require authority, it doesn’t require contracts and it doesn’t require dates being set. The second thing I’m coming to Breakdown for tomorrow night is to kick Dante McCaffery’s ass,” she says, the frustration being replaced by a fire in her eyes now. “The truth is that right now I have so much pent up rage within me that it needs an outlet. Weeks and weeks and weeks of bullshit have followed me around in my personal life. The ENTIRE WORLD seems to want to gossip about me and everything I do. I’ve had my career inside the ring put in jeopardy. I’ve seen my career outside of it disappear before my eyes. I’ve been the subject of speculation. I’ve been the subject of ridicule. And on top of all of that I’ve had to watch week after week after week as the title that I spent two hundred and twenty four days carrying with pride and honour and defending against EVERYONE who stepped up against me gets turned in to a JOKE! Even WITHOUT what happened at Flawless I have enough rage inside me to fight the entire roster, but I don’t have the entire roster to take it out on, I just have Dante. This week on Breakdown I step into the ring with the man who pushed me off the top rope at Flawless, the man who cost me the SCW World Championship, and I’m going to make him wish whichever one of Kennedy’s little bitches sent me out there never even heard his name!”

She cracks her neck and clenches her fists, looking down at her hands before letting out a scream in anger. “You know what Dante? I don’t even care who sent you. I don’t. I don’t care whose idea it was. I don’t care which of her lackeys called the shot. I don’t care if you were the backup plan or the plan all along. On April 12th you cost me an opportunity more important to me than you will EVER understand. On April 12th I found out who you were for the very first time and you, your friends in Punk Hazard, and every other member of Kennedy’s entourage got my attention. On April 12th you made sure your name is one that I am NEVER going to forget, and on April 29th I’m sending you back to Kennedy, Ethan, Maximillian, Dylan, Alexis, Grundy, El Rudo, and every other spineless little creep in that entourage with a message from me and that message is that what happens on Breakdown is just a SAMPLE of what happens when I get my shot,” she promises, the fire in her eyes burning ever brighter and the muscles in her upper body tensing up like she’s ready for the fight right that moment. “The worst part about it all – the WORST part – is that you don’t even realise what you did, do you? Do you have any idea, even the slightest inclination, how hard it is to get to that position? It took me a YEAR from losing the World title to finally get my shot at winning it back, during which time I went through every type of insane cage match imaginable to prove myself all over again. I had the chance to bounce back immediately, the chance to go to Taking Hold of the Flame and fight for my spot in the main event of Rise to Greatness once again, and you cost me that.”

She slams her hand against the wall of the hotel room. Ravyn looks up from where she’s been lying, concern on her face, as Syren continues to get angrier. “I’m not a violent person Dante, ok? I’m not. I know I’m in a violent sport. I know I’m surrounded by a locker room full of people who’d stab their own grandmothers in the back to get ahead. I know I’m surrounded by people who’d happily jump me from behind to get in an easy shot against me – hell, look at the last few times I’ve stood in that ring with Jake Starr swinging a chair at me and Kelcey Wallace trying to kick my head off from behind – but I’ve always tried to be different. I’ve always tried to take the high road. I’ve always believed in standing for something. I’ve always believed in rising above those around you, not sinking down to their levels. But this week on Breakdown when I get you in that ring I don’t know what I’m going to do, and that scares me,” she says before stopping for a second to look at her hand. She rubs her palm with her other hand, perhaps having hurt herself hitting the wall. “I don’t know what I’m going to do on Breakdown, but I do know what I’m not going to do. As angry as I am, as much rage as I have inside me right now, I’m not going to lose control tomorrow night. This match isn’t going to end in disqualification. Simply put I’m not letting you off that easy! I know you’re a pretty big guy, two hundred and ten pounds and almost all of it muscle. I know you’re strong, I hear you’re pretty smart, but tomorrow night I’m going to put to the test exactly how tough you are. How tough are you, Dante? How much fight do you have in you?”

“This is an opportunity for you Dante,” Ravyn says, interrupting Syren as she’s about to continue. The blonde turns back to her partner inside and outside of the ring almost in surprise as Ravyn spins herself around, sitting on the bed before getting to her feet. She smiles at Syren as she walks over before putting a hand on her shoulder lovingly. “I know, you’re more than capable of talking for yourself, but I haven’t seen you quite this angry in a long, long time and we both know that I’ve seen you at your best and your worst baby. I can certainly hear the anger in your voice, feel the frustration in every word, and I have a slight inclination of what you’re going through. We both know the struggles I’ve had over this very pretty championship around my waist, don’t we? You know the anger I’ve felt, the frustration I felt in being denied this, and when I was I channelled those feelings and used them for a purpose.”

“Oh I have a purpose,” Syren informs the brunette angrily. “And Dante is going to be the first person who finds out about that purpose…”

Ravyn smirks. “I have no doubt, but the fact remains that this week is a colossal opportunity for him. You look at where he is, what he’s done, and the picture it paints is one of irrelevance. Everything we know about him is from what we’ve been told, not from what we’ve seen. We’ve been told he’s intelligent. We’ve been told that he’s relentless. We’ve been told that he’s vicious. But we’ve also been told that he’s hot-headed and impatient. Everything we know about him is hearsay and rumour, but this week he has an opportunity to leap on to the biggest stage and shock the entire world in the process,” the calmer woman says softly as much to Syren as to the camera. “This week is an opportunity for Dante McCaffery the likes of which he will likely never receive again, and if he is indeed half of what we’ve been led to believe then that’s an opportunity that he’ll be desperate to seize upon. That means that this week there’s no room for error. This week there’s no room for mistakes. This week it’s not anger you need in that ring, its focus.”

“Focus?” the blonde asks, looking angry at just the idea for a moment before that anger seems to lessen. As she calms a little Ravyn smiles at her and kisses her. The kiss lasts only a moment and when it’s over Syren nods her head softly. “Focus, huh? Ok, I can do focus.”

“You do it better than anyone,” the brunette tells her lovingly. “You always have.”

“Yah, I do a lot of things better than anyone,” she says with a little smile toward Ravyn before turning back to the camera. “She’s right, you know? It would be so easy to lose myself right now. It would be so easy to let it all get on top of me. Tomorrow night I don’t know what I’m going to do when I get Dante in that ring but I know what I can’t allow. Because she’s right, and I don’t mean to toot my own horn here or anything but this is the biggest match of your career Dante. You’re fighting a three time World Champion and you’re fighting her while she’s full of rage and frustration and distracted by a whole world of bullshit. If I’m not focused, if I allow that anger to get the best of me, if I take my eyes off the goal then you could beat me and I could suffer only my third loss of the year, only my third loss in OVER a year, and I can’t let that happen. Tomorrow night I want nothing more than to hurt you. Tomorrow night I want nothing more than to take all my anger out on you. Tomorrow night I want nothing more than to drop you on your face in the middle of that ring but I know it won’t be that simple. There’s so much about you that I don’t know, so much about you that I have to be ready for, and it’s not just you I have to be ready for either, is it? Where there’s one member of Punk Hazard there’s normally three more and even though the others will undoubtedly be focused on Alexis’ match in the six-person tag I know that underestimating them could end up costing me. It’s not just them either, there’s everyone else in the entourage to worry about too!”

“I need to be focused tomorrow night, and I will be. I’ll be angry without doubt, but like the lady says I can’t let that control me. Tomorrow night is about a lot more than just dropping Dante on his face. Tomorrow night is about making a statement,” she says, a little more in control now. She reaches out for Ravyn’s hand and the two hold hands as Syren continues focusing on the camera. “Tomorrow night is about revenge, but no matter what I do in that ring, no matter how angry I am, and no matter how much I lash out at Dante none of it will even come CLOSE to repaying him for what he took from me – what he STOLE from me – and the only way I get that back is to get my rematch. I’m not letting Dante McCaffery or any of the thousand others that Kennedy wants to put between her and me stop me from getting that.  I don’t know what the future holds right at this moment. I don’t know what SCW management are going to decide for me. I don’t know if I’m going to be jumping through more hoops or what is going to happen. But I do know this. I’m not giving up. I’m not fading away. I’m not letting ANYTHING stop me. Kennedy can put her entire entourage between me and that title, she can try and protect it any way she can, but I WILL get it back, I WILL become a four time World Champion and I will STAND TALL once again. This week on Breakdown I take out Dante McCaffery and I get the answers I’m after. This week on Breakdown I take out my frustration and I send a message because Ravyn’s right Dante, for you this is an opportunity, but it’s an opportunity that’s going to end with you staring up from the mat as I stand in that ring with my arm raised. Then you can crawl back to Kennedy and she and all the others can get ready because when I take that title back the only thing she’ll be able to do is JUST BE JEALOUS!”

She says the words with a little more anger than usual before turning away from the camera. The scene fades out and the video comes to an end then as the replay button flashes up on the screen.