The video begins with what appears to be a shot of the exterior of a hospital in Miami, Florida, and the camera spins around quickly to reveal it’s held by none other than Syren who lets out a long sigh as she begins talking to it. “Ok, so it’s Friday, right now I should be in Gainesville, last night I should have been in Daytona Beach, but as it turns out I’ve been in neither and there’s a reason for that. Yah, that reason is that I’ve had to come here again. They’ve not let me leave town. And when I do I get the joy of going home, rather than competing this tour. That’s more people that I feel like I’ve let down. That’s more fans that I feel like I’ve disappointed. And to you guys, I’m sorry. I really am. You have to know that I’d be there if I could be. But, as of this moment, I’m waiting for an appointment right here to decide if I’m going to be fit for next Wednesday or not, and that’s because on Wednesday night I was attacked, from behind, and thrown off the stage! And I know I probably shouldn’t be surprised, after all being attacked from behind the last few months has become my weekly routine, it feels like, but I’ve just had enough. I’ve had enough! You know, I’ve been through this already. I’ve done the injured thing. I’ve sat on the side-lines and I’ve watched and I’ve waited. And now I’m back here again. Now I’m back injured again. And it’s all thanks to one man. And he’s probably laughing right now. He’s probably got a smile on his face as he finds out that I’m not going to be there tonight. But he won’t be smiling for long…”

She takes in a deep breath and lets out an angry sigh. “Josh, I want to talk to you right now. I want to talk to you about what happened, and what will happen on Wednesday night in Sacramento, and most importantly of all I want to talk to you about the Staples Center, about Taking Hold of the Flame, and about me walking into that event and kicking your ass, do you hear me?” she asks, her frustration and anger growing with every word, “because I am DONE with this, Josh. I am DONE with this! Do you have any idea what I’ve been through the last few months? Do you have any idea what it’s like to sit at home, unsure what the doctors are going to say, being told that you’re unable to train, unable to go to work, and you’re on ‘indefinite’ leave? Do you know what it’s like to be told you might NEVER be able to return to the thing you love to do, all because of one asshole? I’m sure you know what it’s like to sit on your couch, after all that’s what you’re just as famous for as anything, right? The great Josh Hudson, a man who is capable of just about anything, a man who has headlined shows, a former two-time World Champion, is now just as famous for SITTING ON HIS ASS as he is for getting it done in the ring. And why is that, Josh? Why is it that you so frequently decide to show up, have a few matches, and then disappear again the moment things get rough? Oh, I’m sure you’ve got your reasons. I’m sure you’ve got explanations. But do you want to know my thoughts on it? I think that it’s because you’re a coward. But you know what? I can help with that.”

She smiles for a moment. “See, I know why you’re back. We all know why you’re back. You didn’t even need to make your speech for us to know that. You’re back because you’re Josh Hudson and you’re mad. You’re back because you want to make an impact again – at least for however long it is you stick around for, right? And you’re after me because I represent something you don’t like. Well surprise, surprise. What is it that you don’t like, exactly? The fact that I’m ‘plastic’? Bitch please, is that seriously your justification for all of this? If it is then it’s kinda funny you accusing me of being ‘plastic’ when you’re the fakest mother fucker around here,” she says angrily. “You know it’s true, don’t you? Because you were the man, once upon a time. You were one of the top dogs of the industry. You were a household name. There were posters everywhere you looked. Josh Hudson was the name on the lips of thousands of people on a weekly basis. You had people tuning in all over the world to see what you’d do next. And your rivalries and your matches have the stuff of legend, Josh. There’s not a single person, including me, who can do anything but respect that. Everyone can respect what you’ve accomplished. I’m sure you know that, and I’m sure you get what you need out of that. How many sponsorship deals did you have, Josh? How much money do you make just for showing up somewhere and signing a few autographs now? I bet you’re doing ok, right? But, see, I know what your problem is. It’s that you were the man, am I right? And now you’re not.”

She laughs, shaking her head again. “How must that feel? When you go to those conventions, all set to sign autographs for your paycheque, how many times do you get asked about what’s going on in the wrestling world today? How many times do people ask you who you’d like to fight? How many times do people ask what you’d do if you came back? Oh yah, I’m sure you love that. I’m sure you love telling everyone that you’d come back and you’d ‘dominate’ and you’d rule the roost again, am I right? I mean in your mind you’re the Josh Hudson. Who could stop you?” she asks before looking down at herself. “Oh, right, someone like me. How many times do you get asked about me, Josh? How many times do fans compare the two of us? How many times do people talk about the things you’ve done, in the past, and the things I’m doing right now? And that gets to you, doesn’t it? When you see what I do, when you hear people chanting my name, it gets to you. And when you saw me last year raising the SCW World Championship over my head for the FIFTH time, joining a group of only three people, a group that you’re not a part of, how much did that get to you? You don’t like me. You don’t like the way I get things done. And yet here I am, winning and winning, achieving the things you COULDN’T, beating the people who BEAT YOU, and how many times did you sit at home and did you watch that and did you tell yourself again and again that if you were in the ring you’d have done things differently? How many times did you tell yourself that YOU were capable of besting me?”

She nods her head. “Well you know what? I’m fine with that. And if you were sitting at home, and if you were watching me, then you’d know that you didn’t exactly have to do much to get in the ring with me. Phone up the company. Come on back for one night. You know damn well I’d have stepped in the ring with you. It’s what I do. I’d have fought you on any card in any town, Josh. I’d have given you a chance to placate that little egotistical voice in your head that was telling you that you were good enough to get the job done. Only you didn’t do that, did you? You didn’t come and fight me like a man. No, you jumped me from behind in the locker room. You knocked me out cold. You put me on the injured list. And then you ran away like a bitch,” she says angrily. “And what did that accomplish? You wanted me gone so that your apparent heroes could get more airtime? Please! You want to see more of Regan Street, check her out on social media. The bitch cannot STOP talking about herself. Who else did you mention, Rachel Tatum Lee? Wait, which one is she again? Oh, right, she’s the one who couldn’t make it in SCW and who had to find somewhere else with less competition. Right, I remember now. Well I’m glad they’re your besties. I’m glad that’s the kind of attitude you respect. And it makes sense as well, people who don’t have the guts to actually do things the right way, who want only to do everything the simplest way they can, who want a hundred chances given to them and whine and cry when they don’t get them. Hmm, sounds familiar. No wonder you respect them so much.”

She paces a little now as she talks, clearly getting angrier and angrier the more she says. “But do you want to know what I think? I don’t think this is about being ‘sick’ of me. I don’t think this is about me getting too much airtime, or too many opportunities. I think this is because your friend couldn’t get the job done against me. I think this is because your friend couldn’t get the job done against Selena Frost. I think this is because your friend kept lining up the chances and kept failing when it mattered and then there’s someone like me, with more reigns at the top of this company than you two have put together, and you know I don’t need twenty more chances to finally get that win, all I need is one. So, did she ask you to get rid of me, or did you just want to get on her good side? Doesn’t matter. I actually don’t care. It doesn’t make a difference to me if she recruited you or if you decided to spring up into my life for the fun of it, in order to show her how big and tough you are and take care of something she can’t, because I may be at this hospital right now, I might not be at the live events today or tomorrow, but I will be at Taking Hold of the Flame, Josh, and when you come down to that ring – even if you try and jump me from behind, which so far is the ONLY way you’ve actually managed to get one over on me – I’m going to send you back to all your friends gift-wrapped in humiliation when I drop you in the middle of that ring and I prove to you and all those people who believed you when you bragged about how easily you could beat me that I’m at the top of this company for a reason, that I am the FACE of this company for a reason, and that someone like you can jump me a hundred times and keep knocking me down but unlike you, Josh, I ALWAYS come back!”

She nods proudly. “And that’s your problem. Because you tried to get rid of me, and to your credit you almost succeeded. I was told that I had to prepare myself for the ‘very real’ possibility that I wouldn’t make the recovery they needed me to make before they’d clear me. They were talking about months away. And I was not about to accept that. You did that to me. You laid me out. You tried to END MY CAREER and for what? So your pathetic friends can look better by comparison? To get on the good side of a bitch who doesn’t even give a damn about you, because she doesn’t. She doesn’t care about anyone who can’t help her, anyone she can’t USE, and that includes you, sweetie. She won’t care about you on Monday when you’ve given me your best and I’ve dropped you in the ring and walked away. And what then? You come at me again? Another backstage attack? Another attempt to permanently take me out? It’s sad to me that this is what you’re reduced to,” she says, shaking her head. “But see, the thing is that no matter how many times you try to take me out you’re not going to succeed. Every time you attack me, every time they put me back on the injured list, I’m just going to keep coming back, and every time I do I get more of that spotlight that you hate me having because I’m the story again. My recovery is the story. My hunt for you is the story. You tried to take me out to get rid of me and all you did is create a situation where this Sunday the entire world is going to be talking about me, and you, and the little birds that’ll be dancing round your head when the match is over.”

She paces back and forth for a moment before stopping, taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly, calming herself. “I’ve got a confession to make though. I was angry about all of this. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry about anything in my life. And I’ll let you in on a little secret, guys: I spent most of last night plotting out everything I could do to Josh Hudson in retribution. I thought about every way that I could hurt him. And yah, to be honest, I did wonder about doing to him what he did to me, about attacking him from behind, about laying him out not with a warning shot, like a few weeks ago, but permanently. I wanted to put him on the injured list, to see how he liked it. I figured it was justified. I figured if anyone deserved it, he did. And I had a plan for it as well. I knew exactly how I’d go about it…” she admits, a twisted smile on her face, before the smile slowly fades and she shakes her head again, “…but I’m not going to do that. I could, though. I could come after him. I could try to hurt him. But what would that do me? Not only would I create the same enemy in him that he’s created in me, someone who’ll just keep coming for me every time I take him out, but I’d sink myself to his level. I’d be no better than he is… and that’s not who I am. See, unlike Josh Hudson and his self-absorbed ‘friends’ I actually stand for something. Unlike Josh Hudson I actually BELIEVE in this business, in competition, and in proving yourself IN THAT RING. But that isn’t to say I’m not going to get my payback on him. I am. It just won’t be physical retribution I’m going to take on him. I’m going one step better…”

She smiles again, this time with pride and conviction. “At Taking Hold of the Flame I am coming for you, Josh, and I AM going to drop you in that ring, but unlike you and all those like you I’m not going to beat you into a bloody pulp in the middle of the ring, I’m not going to try to injure you or end your career… instead I’m going to get my revenge on you by doing what I do best. Next Sunday, Josh, I’m going to beat you in that ring, I’m going to make you choke on every word you’ve got to say about me, and then after that I’m going to walk out in my hometown, in front of my fans, I’m winning Taking Hold of the Flame, I’m going to Rise to Greatness, and not only am I going to get a LOT of spotlight over the next few months, on July 30th in Phoenix I’m winning the thing your bitch friend wants the most in the world, I’m raising it over my head, and you, her, your wife, her entire legion of hating bitches, and everyone else who ever doubted me can just look on and be jealous,” she says proudly and confidently before nodding her head with a determined look in her eyes. “You see, Josh, it would be easy for me to become like you, but no amount of cheap shots from behind will EVER do that. I’m not you. I’m better than you in every possible way and next Sunday, live on pay per view, I’m going to prove that. So, say what you want about me. Bring every cheap shot you’ve got. This Sunday, I’m going to rise above it all. This Sunday, I’m STANDING TALL in that ring once again. This Sunday I show the entire world once again why I am UNSTOPPABLE!”

She takes another deep breath before smiling once more at the camera. “So, now I’m going in there, and I’m finding out whether or not they’re going to clear me for Wednesday – they will – and next week I’ll be in Sacramento. I’ll see you there, Josh. But who knows…” she says before reaching behind her and removing something seemingly from a back pocket before holding it up to the camera, revealing another pair of handcuffs, and smirks, “…maybe you won’t see me, huh?”

She winks at the camera before turning it off. The scene cuts to back with the video ending and the replay button flashing up on the screen.