The video begins and we see the back yard of the home of Dark Fantasy members Ravyn Taylor and Syren in Malibu, California. It’s dark outside and there isn’t a great deal of light but the water of the pool glistens in the limited light. Sitting by the edge of the pool on a deck chair, with her head in her hands, is the blonde member of Dark Fantasy and she looks like she’s got a lot on her mind. She runs her hands through her hair as she looks up at the camera and lets out a long sigh. “I’m home right now, after Wednesday night. Fortunately the show wasn’t too far from here, about a five-hour drive up the I-5, and while it’s not exactly close to home it’s close enough. Still there was a little talk on Wednesday morning about going home after the show, preparing in the best possible way, and coming back on Sunday to San Jose to walk into the SAP Center, to walk into the Elimination Chamber, and to fight. But that was Wednesday morning. That was long before Breakdown,” she says before rubbing her eyes with her hands and letting out a shallow sigh. “Do you want to know something funny? On Wednesday night I was a little bit worried that I was going to go into the Elimination Chamber this Sunday as the most controlled one on my team. Why was I worried about that? Well I’m not normally the one in control, I’m normally the passionate one who wears her heart on her sleeve.”

“I felt like I was preparing for this match and that I was different to Selena Frost and Ravyn Taylor because they both wanted to get in that Chamber and fight for blood and in spite of everything that had happened I was still viewing this Sunday as competition. Ok, maybe there was an element of something else to it; I mean there has been a hell of a lot of stuff that’s happened, right? And yah, I’ll admit that I wanted to get in that ring and prove something to all three people standing opposite us, but I didn’t want to rip them apart like I know Ravyn does, I wasn’t raging inside like Selena seems to be, I wanted to get into that ring and I wanted to fight for all the reasons that I love this business. And I do, you know? I love this business. I love the competition. I love the challenge. I love that you can get in that ring and you can leave everything in there to find out which one of you is truly better,” she says with tears welling up in her eyes as she seems like she’s struggling to control her emotions. “Ever since the first time I stepped into a wrestling ring to train I’ve LOVED this business and I’ve always believed in doing the right thing. That’s what I’ve always been about. Whether it was as Women’s Champion, World Tag Team Champion, World Heavyweight Champion or simply in pursuit of opportunity I’ve always believed in doing the right thing and standing for something honest.”

She takes a few deep breaths before wiping her eyes. When she speaks again it’s a little more composed. “But then Wednesday night happened and I had watch another person I love get victimised, and by someone else that I used to love,” she says before shaking her head and wiping her eyes again. “Do you know how hard that is? Do you have any idea how hard the last few months have been? It feels like it’s never ending. It feels like there’s nothing I can do. And when it’s me that’s one thing. I’m actually pretty used to being a victim around here. It’s seemed like there’s a carousel of assholes going round and round in circles in the back and when the carousel stops one of them jumps off and takes a cheap shot at me. Whether it’s a veteran wrestler or a newcomer it’s never seemed to make a difference, they all like taking their cheap shots at me and maybe that’s because they know that I have principles, that I have things that I believe in, and that no matter how many times they do it I won’t snap, grab a weapon and beat them down in the locker room because that’s not what I’m about. I don’t sink to their level. I rise above it! And when it’s me that that’s happening to that’s one thing, you know? It’s not exactly enjoyable, but it’s something I’ve gotten used to. Cowards are always going to try to take the easiest shots they can after all, and this business is full of them.”

“But the last few months it hasn’t been me. The last few months I’ve had to stand and watch as it’s been Ravyn who’s been made into a victim. I’ve had to stand and watch as she’s been attacked, been robbed, been victimised, and I’ve wanted so much to do something about it but every time I do, every time I try, it just seems like the carousel lets off and there’s another round of the ‘beat down Syren’ party. And that’s been really, really hard to watch. I’ve felt like I’ve been close to losing my mind at times. But even with Ravyn that’s one thing, right? I mean she’s Ravyn. She’s the United States Champion. She’s a former World Champion now. She’s a competitor. She’s a fighter. She’s done it all in this business. And yah, I feel like it’s my job to protect her sometimes, but I know when I can’t she can take care of herself. And for the longest time it’s felt like it’s been the two of us against the world. For the longest time it’s felt like it’s been the two of us against the numbers game. We’re tough but we’re not that tough, you know? So when Autumn Valentine got involved I was so grateful to her. And when Shilo Valiant got involved I was grateful to him as well. And when CHBK showed up for a little retribution I was more than happy to see that,” she says emotionally. “But through all of that nothing meant more to me than Alexander stepping up to fight for us!”

“See, even if it was silly little things like him standing up for us on social media, or him having our backs in the backstage area, it all meant a lot to me that he’d be willing to do that. But when he got in the ring, when he fought Lucas for us, that was…” she tries to say before she has to stop again and recompose herself as tears run down her face again. She puts her head in her hands for a long moment and then looks up at the camera again, struggling to continue and looking like she blames herself. “I should have known what was going to happen. I should have known it would never be just competition. I should have known it would never be just a match. It never is. Not with these guys. But I hoped that there would be some level of respect for him for doing that, I hoped that two guys who are supposed to be in love, two guys who are supposed to be in committed relationships, would understand what he was doing, would understand what he was fighting for, and would respect him enough to at least let it end at the three count. I hoped that that would be what it was all about, especially when you consider the fact that Chris and Alexander are family. They’re FAMILY, ok? So I hope that this Wednesday night would be a match and it would end and that would be it. I mean god knows I knew that challenging Queen Kelcey would get me in trouble, but…”

She sobs and wipes her eyes again before shaking her head angrily. “And after everything I’ve seen over the past few months, everything I’ve been a part of, everything that I’ve been through and Ravyn has been through and hell, even Selena Frost has been through with their bullshit tactics and cheap shots to goddamn audience members, I thought I’d seen the lowest that the so-called Monarchy could sink and then Wednesday night happened and I saw a new low. I saw a man pick up a steel chair and hit his own nephew in the back. And what, I’m meant to forgive that because he couldn’t do it more than once? Yah, thanks for that Chris, what a big man you are deciding that hitting your nephew in the back with a chair once was enough,” she says sarcastically and angrily before getting to her feet and grabbing the deck chair and hurling it against the wall of the house in anger. Then she turns back toward the camera again with a new level of anger in her eyes. “But it wasn’t enough, was it? It’s never enough. Everything they’ve done, all the bullshit they’ve put Ravyn through, all the beatings they’ve subjected her to and me to and everyone else they’ve hurt along the way is NEVER enough for them, is it? There always has to be another shot. There always has to be another victim added to the list. And they think these acts of COWARDICE are something to be proud of…”

She shakes her head angrily. “No. There is NOTHING that has happened since the day that the four of you got together that you have to be proud of,” she says angrily. “There is NOTHING that has happened at any point in the last four months that you have to be proud of. What do you think you see when you look into the mirror? Do you see ‘dominance’? Do you ‘superiority’? I’ll tell you what I see. I see children. I see COWARDS. I see gutless, yellow-bellied bitches who talk tough when they’re hiding behind their phones, or behind cameras, but who are anything but tough when they’re actually required to fight, because when they’re actually required to fight all they’ve got is EXCUSES! Well if you want to act like children maybe it’s time I treat you like children, huh? And do you want to know what makes a champion, boys and girls? It isn’t the person with the most friends. It isn’t the person with the most cheap shots in their repertoire. It isn’t the one who can use the most hash tags. What makes a champion is standing in the middle of that ring and fighting and FIGHTING is what I’m going to do this Sunday, I promise you that. You see I thought I was going to have to go into this match as the least emotional member of my team but I was wrong. But this Sunday I don’t want to rip the three of you apart, I want to stand over you and smile.”

“But then again this Sunday isn’t just a regular match, is it? This Sunday it’s the Elimination Chamber. It’s an annual event. It’s a once-a-year spectacle that takes place every October at Under Attack where the best in the business step inside the most intimidating structure in this business and they fight to find out which one of them is the best. And I’ve been in that Chamber before so I speak from experience when I tell you that there is nothing that frightens me in this business more than the Elimination Chamber. And I’ve done it all. I’ve been inside Tactical Warfare twice. I’ve been inside the Thunderdome twice. I’ve been in Steel Cage matches. But I’ve only been inside the Elimination Chamber one time and quite honestly that experience was enough for me. That one time was a few years ago when I stepped in there with Shilo Valiant, with Rachel Frost, with Rachel Foxx, with Regan Street and with the monster Blitzkrieg, and it’s thanks to the last one that most of my memories from that match, and indeed that day, are from watching things on tape afterwards,” she says with a look of concern in her eyes. “I’ve been beaten up in matches before but it was inside the Elimination Chamber that I got thrown like I was nothing into the steel, I cracked my head against it so badly I don’t remember anything else from that night, and I spent the night in the hospital.”

“I guess I should consider myself lucky it was just the night, right? But do you know how long it takes to drive home from New Orleans to Malibu? I do, because after I got a concussion inside the Chamber they wouldn’t let me fly home so I had to drive. It’s almost two thousand miles. It takes twenty-seven hours of constant driving. And when you’re dealing with an incredible headache the whole way, the physical pain that comes from being tossed around inside a steel structure designed ONLY to hurt people – with steel chain all around you, a metal floor that rips at your flesh, and Plexiglas chambers that are designed to keep people in, but can be used to hurt you in entirely different ways, and believe me I know all about the Plexiglas as well – and the emotional pain that comes from stepping inside there and being ejected again having been shown you’re no more than a lawn dart to be tossed around, that’s twenty-seven long, emotion-filled hours in a car,” she says honestly. “I’ve been in all kinds of matches before but nothing scares me like the Elimination Chamber scares me. And this Sunday I’m facing my fears again, I’m getting back in that Chamber, I’m fighting all over again in an environment that almost killed me the last time I was in there, but you know what? I’ll do it with a smile on my face when I get my hands on Chris, Trinity and Lucas.”

“And that’s because enough is enough! That’s because after EVERYTHING you’ve put us through over the past few months it’s time that we get our shot at revenge inside a structure that you won’t be able to run from, you won’t be able to hide in, and it’ll be just the three of you locked in there with the three of us. And this Sunday for me isn’t about stealing the show – we’re going to do that anyway – but this Sunday about going to HELL,” she says angrily. “Yah, it’s a few weeks before Halloween, but that’s just fine with me because this Sunday isn’t about Trick Or Treat, this Sunday is about cold, hard reality. And Chris, if you’re watching this, I hope your brother’s proud of you right now. I hope your whole family is proud of you for what you’ve become. You see I remember a time when you told the world that there was nothing more important to you than family and I guess now we know what you really think about your family, don’t we? I guess we know what kind of man you really are, huh? And don’t you dare try to tell me that you walked away and that makes it ok because it doesn’t. You let Lucas continue the beating. You left a guy who looked up to you in that ring to get victimised because you weren’t man enough to stop it, and I guess that tells us all we need to know about Chris Cannon, doesn’t it? As if there wasn’t enough proof of the kind of man you were before…”

“With Lucas I know the kind of man he is. I’ve known it for a long time. He’s a bully. He’s the kind of guy who can’t accept there are any ways in this world but his way. He’s the kind of guy who attacks people with golf clubs. If you don’t believe me go pick up his book and read all about it from his point of view, and then when you want something more than the self-serving bullshit he wrote about come find me and I’ll tell you the truth in all of it,” she snaps angrily. “Actually, talking about Lucas reminds me. I realised something the other day, something that actually made me a little sad. Did you realise there’s only forty-five days to go until David Helms’ retirement? I know what you’re thinking and yah, at first I would have thought that would make me happy as well, but it doesn’t out it doesn’t. I have my problems with David sure but most of them I like to think I’ve put behind me but professionally there’s nobody in this business I respect more. But in forty-five days from now David Helms will be retired, there will be one less good person in this sport, and in spite of all the problems that David and I have had over the years I would give just about anything to see him stay on and Lucas Knight to disappear to the retirement home once and for all, I really would, because if ANYONE deserves to leave this company it’s damn sure not David!”

“I guess we don’t get that lucky though, do we? And knowing him Lucas Knight is still going to be here for a long time to come, that is unless Blitzkrieg gets hungry again and decides to break him in half and cook the pieces. What? I can dream…” she says before sighing and shrugging her shoulders. “Yah, that’s a pretty horrible thing to say, and if it actually happened I’d probably feel terrible and regret saying it, but right now there are few things I want more in this world than to see Lucas suffer for everything he’s done. Let’s see, Zoe’s wish list: an America where it’s actually not ok to fire someone just for being gay, a chance at the World Heavyweight Championship that’s actually fair and where I don’t have to look over my shoulder for which direction the screw job is coming from, and to see Lucas Knight broken and in more pain than he’s ever been in his life. Ok, so I can’t do anything about the first one, the second one’s a pretty big long shot as well, but the third one? The third one I can deliver on myself this Sunday, and just like I was watching in the back while Alexander gave EVERYTHING he had against you on Wednesday Lucas I PROMISE you he’s going to be watching on from the back on Sunday night while I kick your ass over every single inch of that Chamber! And not just you either, but you, your egotistical fiancée and Alexander’s asshole of an uncle.”

“I’ve fought for a lot of things in SCW. I’ve fought for respect. I’ve fought for recognition. I’ve even fought for this company itself, to stand up for everyone in it and to say that enough is enough, and this Sunday that’s what I’ll be doing again. Because that’s what I do! The four of you, the ‘Monarchy’, are all about cheap shots, self-grandiose promoting, attacks from behind and the numbers game, right? That’s what makes the three of you feel big. Nothing makes you happier. Well, maybe one thing, like, oh I don’t know, cheap shots on Twitter for no reason other than because you need to feel better about your pathetic life. That’s a pretty big one for all of you, and it’s actually kind of how the whole thing with Alexander came about, because how dare he say something about Ravyn and me being labelled ‘sluts’ and ‘whores’ by a woman who gets kicks out of posting pictures of her ass-crack on Twitter. Yah, I actually wish I was kidding about that, but unfortunately I’m not…” she says before rolling her eyes. “But she’s not the first person to call me every name she can think of, and she won’t be the last. It’s almost unfortunate though because it’ll be this ‘slut’, this ‘whore’, who this Sunday drops her on the face in the middle of the Chamber, in the middle of the SAP Center, and it won’t just be me who gets a kick out of that, it’ll be eighteen thousand strong who’ve filled the Shark Tank!”

“Yah, that’s right, this little girl from Los Angeles, this life-long Kings fan, is going to step into the home of the enemy this Sunday and it won’t matter if you’re a Sharks fan, a Kings fan or hell, even if you’re a Ducks fan, because for one night in the Shark Tank we’re all going to have the same thing we want and that’s to see the Monarchy fall before us,” she says with anger and passion. “It’s been a long time since the British had any say over anything we do, but it seems they haven’t changed a single bit. They still think they’re entitled to rule, and before it was a bunch of farmers that united against them – ok, Alexander will probably actually hit me if I don’t add a disclaimer at this point to say I know how it really happened, ok? But I’m trying to prove a point here – and we drove them all out before and told them and their monarchy that we didn’t want anything to do with their bullshit. This Sunday we might not be fighting for independence but we are fighting to silence them once and for all. And this Sunday a girl from Michigan, a girl from Alaska and this little slut from California team up to show them that we will not be bullied, we will not be beaten, and they can give us everything they’ve got but they will NEVER break us! This Sunday the three little women you love to look down on RISE UP against you and in the middle of that ring we will STAND TALL!”

“So go ahead boys and girl. Go ahead and tell me what you think of me. Go ahead and call me names. Go ahead and tell me that I’m not good enough. Tell me Ravyn isn’t good enough. Tell me Selena isn’t good enough. She’ll never beat Chris, right? That’s what he apparently believes. But there’s a first time for everything, and the three of you are going to find that out this Sunday because this isn’t about the SCW World Heavyweight Championship, this isn’t about the Adrenaline Championship, this isn’t about contendership, this isn’t about who should be where or what fake title you’re carrying around and it’s damn sure not about perfection,” she says with anger in her voice again. “This Sunday night is about three cowards, three bullies, three assholes who’ve thought they could get away with murder stepping inside the most dangerous structure in this business with three determined warriors and this Sunday, boys and girl, it’s about payback for everything you’ve done. The Elimination Chamber may be an annual spectacle but this year we’re giving it a new twist. It’s part Tactical Warfare, part Elimination Chamber, but it’ll be ALL pain! I know we’re going to have to take a lot, but we’re going to give a lot as well, and when it’s all over with this slut will be standing tall and the three of you will be slinking away to lick your wounds like a little bitches you are. You wanted a war on Wednesday and you’ll have one on Sunday! And when the war ends all three of you will JUST BE JEALOUS!”

She turns away from the camera and paces back and forth for a moment before looking toward it again and wiping a tear from her eye that’s freshly formed. “Nobody hurts the people I love,” she says angrily. “Nobody!”

Syren walks off as the video fades out on the broken chair she threw against the wall and the video ends with the replay button flashing up on the screen.