The video begins and we don’t see any setting that we’re used to. Instead we see what seems to be the inside of a fairy tale style castle. The setting looks almost like it was ripped from a Chris Hemsworth underperforming film. On the wall as the camera pans around we see what seems to be a large golden-framed mirror. Walking into the scene we see a familiar face, but she’s not dressed as she would be for a promotional video. Instead she’s dressed in an overly elaborate gown with a crown on her head and her hair done up not in the style of Charlize Theron but rather in the style of Regan Street. With a pause for a moment she begins to speak, again in an accent similar to that of her often-times rival. “Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest one of all?”

 The mirror comes to life, looking at her a little nervously before answering. “You, Ms. Street, are greatness incarnate,” the mirror replies in an equally dramatic fashion. We see a smile form on the face of the would-be queen before the mirror continues, “but on Sunday night that greatness with dissipate.”

“No it won’t,” she replied, shaking her head and looking angrily at the mirror. “I’m the best. I should be World Champion. I deserve another rematch. You’re wrong. I’m the greatest ever. Just ask my husband, he’s lucky just to be with me! I’m the best! You’re wrong, stupid mirror, I’m the best!”

The clip abruptly ends and we focus on Syren, standing with a smirk on her face in the middle of the scene before she shrugs her shoulders. “Did you ever wonder if that’s how every day begins at the Helms house?” she asks before smiling to herself. “You’ve got to kind of imagine it does. I mean can you even imagine what would happen if a magic mirror dared to tell Regan Street that she’s not the greatest in all the land? How many years’ bad luck do you think it is if you lose your temper and smash a talking mirror? We’ve got to be talking at least fourteen, right? Just thinking out loud for a moment. And for those of you who are wondering, well, I was watching Snow White and the Huntsman a few weeks ago and this idea popped into my head and it’s been going around there ever since. So it’s Rise to Greatness and I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to bring it to life for all of you to see. Of course that’s the toned down, family friendly version. We all know what happens if you insult the REAL Regan Street, and that little temper tantrum I tried to throw just doesn’t do the real thing justice.  But I shouldn’t make fun, right? I mean I know how it feels to want to be the best. I know how it feels to give everything you’ve got every week of the year to prove yourself. But there’s one feeling I don’t know. I don’t know how it feels to belittle my ‘friends’, to tell them how worthless I find them to be, to talk down to everyone who beats me, and to tell them that I’m better than them anyway. I don’t know how THAT feels. Maybe I’m doing ‘wrestling’ wrong?”

She shrugs her shoulders and smiles at the camera. “Anyway, shall we get this started properly? Because it is Rise to Greatness week and you guys already know what’s coming up on Sunday. I’m not going to run down the card. I’m not going to try to sell you on the pay per view. Frankly this is the one event a year that nobody actually NEEDS to hype up, because we all know the importance of it. We also know that there are three women who are facing each other on Sunday who are all only there because they couldn’t be where they wanted to be. And you guys know where we wanted to be, don’t you? We wanted to be in the main event. We wanted to be fighting for the championship that each of us has held this year, and each of us wants back again. But we’re not. None of us are. Instead we’re facing each other, and we’re doing so in a pretty unique situation. This Sunday it’s Syren versus Regan Street versus Amy Chastaine in a thirty-minute Iron Woman Match where two things are guaranteed. First off we’re guaranteed we’re fighting for thirty minutes. Secondly we’re guaranteed that none of us are going to be the same after that final bell rings. But there’s one thing that isn’t guaranteed… we’re not guaranteed a winner,” she says before nodding her head. “Just think about it for a minute, ok? I know you’re thinking ‘Thirty-Minute Iron Woman Match, that’ll definitely settle the score between them all’, but if you really think about it then it wasn’t too long ago that Amy Chastaine and me battled for forty minutes, totally disrupted the whole flow of an episode of Breakdown, and only THEN did we find a winner.”

She nods her head again and smiles. “So I’m just saying you guys, thirty-minutes? Maybe it’s not long enough. What happens if we reach the end of this match without a winner being found? Do we keep going? Are we expected to shake hands and walk away? I don’t think that’s going to work, do you? I mean Amy and me are all about the competition, and when that bell rings on Sunday we’re definitely going to be trying to rip each other apart, but when it’s over and the bell rings to end the match, are we capable of shaking hands again and going our separate ways? I’d like to say yes. I mean, I’d like to say that, but in the heat of the moment, with adrenaline rushing through our systems, with the desire to prove ourselves against one another at an all-time high, would we ACTUALLY shake hands and walk away? Probably not,” she says, shaking her head. “We’re competitors. We compete. Neither one of us likes to lose. And a match like this on Sunday, a match that could very well determine how the rest of our years go from this point forward, will we be capable of just shaking hands? I can’t promise we will. What I can promise is that even if we do it’s practically a guarantee Regan won’t. See, she doesn’t use her hands for shaking. She uses her hands for slapping you across the face. That’s the only language that she understands. And for me, that’s where this match has come from. See it’s not about the competition that we went through before Best of the Best. It’s not about us exchanging wins and losses. It’s not about who’s better than who. For me, this match truly formed the moment that Regan Street laid her hands on me.”

“Now you guys know what I try to represent. You know how I try to carry myself. And maybe I’m not the greatest when it comes to handling losses, but when I lose straight up in the middle of the ring I’m more than capable of nodding my head, shaking the person’s hand, and telling them I’ll get them next time. I don’t like doing it. It’s not something that feels good to me. But it’s respectful. But what isn’t respectful is getting in my face and attacking me in the back during my first appearance on Breakdown as the SCW World Champion. I worked a year of my life to EARN my title shot. I went to the back of the line and fought my way back to the front. I did everything the RIGHT way, the way I believe it SHOULD be done, and the moment I get what I’ve spent a year of my life fighting to achieve the first thing I encounter as champion is a disrespectful bitch laying her hands on me. And why? Because she pinned me in a six person tag team match and automatically assumed that that meant that her loss to Amy didn’t count, my victory over Amy didn’t count, she was queen of the goddamn universe, and she can do whatever she wants, right? Because that’s how Regan’s mind works. She’s the greatest in all the land, and the normal rules don’t apply to her,” she says before shaking her head with obvious disdain. “And you know what, you guys? I think she’s right. I don’t think the normal rules do apply to her. I don’t think you deal with Regan Street like you deal with a NORMAL competitor because I’ve tried that before and look where it got me. I think she IS a special case, and instead of dealing with her like she was anyone else there’s only one way to handle her.”

She laughs for a moment before shaking her head as though she’s a little bit ashamed of herself, but not as though she’s sorry about it. “The fact is that Regan brings out the very worst in me. She always has. And I’ve tried to rise above it in the past. I’ve tried to take the moral high ground. All that does is gets me attacked, belittled, assaulted and insulted. So a few weeks ago I made a decision, a decision I don’t normally make, and that’s to give her a taste of how it feels. I crossed a line I’ve never crossed. I didn’t only lure her into an ambush – then again that wasn’t exactly hard, apparently you don’t even need bait to trap a ‘Hellcat’, you only need to stoke her ego – but I then participated in that ambush. And the worst part about that, the most upsetting part about that for me when it came to breaking my OWN morals, was that I didn’t even CARE! I didn’t. And I’m not even sorry. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to show her how it feels. I wanted HER to get a taste of what it’s like to be on the receiving end, to be beaten down, to be embarrassed, to have to be helped away by the medical staff when it’s over, and it worked better than I could have IMAGINED it would. The biggest EGO in the company couldn’t take what happened and once again exploded in front of the world… but I didn’t join in the mocking. I didn’t take extra pleasure in rubbing it in her face. Instead I just laughed…” she admits, once again not even looking ashamed of herself, “…and do you want to know the deepest, darkest bit of truth from all of that? I could do it a thousand more times and not even feel guilty.”

She shrugs her shoulders and just owns the comment, not looking the slightest bit apologetic. “And don’t get going down the wrong path here, this isn’t about our history. This isn’t about what she’s done to me before. I’ve dealt with that. It wasn’t easy, after all getting your heartbroken never is but being reminded about it over and over again every time make the mistake of checking social media makes the pain that little bit worse, but I have dealt with it. Truth is there’s no better therapy in this world than beating the guy who broke your heart on the biggest stage of his career. There just isn’t. So this thing between Regan and me isn’t about the past. It isn’t about what’s happened between us. It’s about who she is. It’s about WHAT she is. Not a ‘Hellcat’, not ‘Queen Regan, the Greatest in all the Land’, but a disrespectful, spiteful, egotistical BITCH who’s incapable of letting anyone else have their moment but her. Did I attack her when she won the World title? Did I respect her after she beat Ravyn Taylor? No. Did I have reason to? Yah, I hate the bitch. But did I? No. Because I’m actually capable of controlling my emotions. Or I was anyway… and then she pushed me one step too far,” she says before laughing and shaking her head. “And the fact is this thing between Regan and me is never going to go away. It’s never going to end. We’re too similar, in a lot of ways. We have the same taste in guys, evidently. We have the same ambitions. We have the same goals. We both want nothing more than to raise the SCW World Heavyweight Championship over our heads once again. But there are a few differences. She’s an egotistical, narcissistic bitch and at Rise to Greatness 2016 I’m going to drive her face into the mat, pin her shoulders down, and make sure she remembers that moment for the rest of her moody, temperamental life!”

“And this match on Sunday, no matter what happens, no matter what the final score is, no matter if we win or if we fight until they turn the lights off in the arena and they STILL can’t separate us, it’s not going to be the end between Regan and me. We are literally going to fight forever, and you know what? I’m absolutely fine with that because I’m done trying the high ground with her. But while I may want to fight Regan until one of us is physically incapable of continuing the war any further there is one part of this match that I am excited for, one part of this match that I’m looking forward to in a positive way – well, as positive as you can be considering the history between us, and that’s the opponent that I originally wanted at Rise to Greatness to begin with. I didn’t want Regan Street. I didn’t want to involve her. But of course she had to involve herself. The opponent I originally wanted, the opponent I wanted to go one on one with, the opponent I wanted to put on another forty-minute classic with, was Amy Chastaine. And you guys have heard me talk about her before. You know what I’m going to say. I’ve used the word ‘respect’ when it comes to Amy so many times that I really need to find a thesaurus and find other ways of saying it because that word is seriously starting to lose all meaning. But it’s true. I respect her. I respect where she’s come from, the problems she’s overcome, the strength she’s shown in battling her personal demons and the ability she’s shown in the middle of that ring. But the truth is that when it came to Amy I didn’t want to fight her at Rise to Greatness because I respect her. I wanted to fight her to prove I’m better than her.”

She nods her head, looking steadfast into the camera. “That’s what this is about with us. It’s not about personal hatred. It’s not about anger. It’s not about contempt. It’s about her problems, or my problems, who she’s dating, who I’m dating, NONE of that matters to me at the end of the day, the only thing I care about when it comes to Amy Chastaine, the ONLY thing I care about when it comes to the two of us, is which one of us is better in that ring. So she can have her shit-slinging with Regan, she can have her childish social media exchanges, they can both embarrass themselves carrying on like children and insulting one another’s private lives, because when it comes to Amy the only thing I care about is what I wanted to settle in that ring this Sunday night. But I don’t get to do that. I don’t get to prove conclusively to the world as a whole that I am better than her, because I feel at the core of my being that I am, and instead I have to deal with her and Regan. But that doesn’t change the end goal,” she says before shrugging her shoulders, “It’s true. It’s a triple-threat Iron Woman match, most falls thirty minutes wins it – if there are any at all – and maybe I don’t get my one on one opportunity prove I’m better than her… so I’ll prove it here instead. We teamed up, we put Regan Street on the floor, but that doesn’t make us friends. She damn near broke my arm the last time I was in the ring with her so I know how good she is, but the last time I was in the ring with her it was me who walked away in the end… and the next time I want the same result again.”

“And I don’t just want it because it’s Rise to Greatness. I don’t just want it because of the personal problems. I don’t just want it because the last time we faced Amy actually claimed that I would lose a match on purpose, proving that she knows absolutely NOTHING about the fire that burns inside of me. I don’t just want this because it’s three of the best women in the world fighting for half an hour to determine which one of us is better. I want this for ALL of those reasons and because this Sunday is for the ultimate bragging rights,” she says with a smile. “You see for seven long years I’ve been competing in this company for championships, for accolades, but above all else to prove one thing and that is that I am the BEST FEMALE WRESTLER IN THE WORLD. It’s not a tag line. It’s not just something that sells t-shirts. I step into that ring every single night looking to prove it, and I will step into that ring on Sunday looking to prove it again. This Sunday could define the rest of my year, this Sunday could catapult me back to where I want to be, or this Sunday could simply be about three women – well, two women and a bitch – fighting for personal domination, and whatever comes of it or doesn’t, whatever the winner receives or doesn’t, I want to look back on this Sunday night and say that at Rise to Greatness I brought it better than anyone else, I hit harder than anyone else, I fought harder than anyone else, I want to look back on this Sunday night and say that that was the night that Syren made another statement to the world that she doesn’t just bring it when there’s a prize to be won but she brings it EVERY DAMN NIGHT she’s in that ring. The fact is that this Sunday it’s not about leaving anyone feeling jealous. This Sunday, for me, is about stepping onto the biggest stage in this business and proving even after seven years I am still UNSTOPPABLE!”

She pauses for a moment before a smile comes across her face and she switches back to the voice she was using in the beginning of the video. “Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest of them all?” she asks before the smile widens and she nods at the camera, finishing the video in her normal speaking voice. “This Sunday: I am.”

And with that the video fades to black and comes to an end with the replay button flashing on the screen.