The video begins and we see a bright, sunny day in California. In the background an American flag slowly flaps in the gentle breeze. In the foreground we see a pool in front of which, wearing an American flag t-shirt, is none other than the former five-time SCW World Champion, Syren. She smiles and nods to the camera. “America,” she says proudly, looking down at the t-shirt before raising my eyebrows teasingly and then pulling it off to reveal underneath she’s dressed in a rather skimpy stars and stripes bikini. “We all love America, right? And there’s nothing more fun than the fourth of July. Fireworks, flags and alcohol to celebrate America’s birthday, the greatest day in the history of our nation, and a day that should make every red-blooded American proud! And as much as I love America there’s one thing that I love more, and that’s the American Dream. And guys, I might just be the embodiment of the American Dream. The American Dream, after all, is the ideal by which the equality of opportunity is available to every American, meaning whether you’re big or small, blonde or brunette, male or female, gay or straight, we can ALL reach for our highest aspirations, we can ALL aim at the very highest ideals, and in America, where we’re ALL created equal, there’s absolutely NOTHING that can stop us from achieving those goals! So, when I think about the stars and the stripes, when I think about everything it represents, it makes me goddamn PROUD to be an American! GOD BLESS AMERICA.”

She almost shouts the final three words with pride, smiling happily and glowingly before the smile begins to fade, the pride seems to wane, and a far more serious look crosses her face. “You know, you guys, I would love to tell you that that’s what this video is going to be about, but it’s not. I would love nothing more than to tell you that that’s what this Sunday is about for me – the opportunity to fight for what I believe in, the opportunity to fight to represent America and the American Dream and everything that goes along with it, the opportunity to dress up in every flag-based piece of clothing I have, and believe me I have a ton of it, like enough that Ravyn was worried I have a weird fetish for it – but it’s not. That’s not what this Sunday is about. That’s not what the United States Championship is about. That’s not what Regan Street against Syren is about. And maybe a few years ago, when I first wanted the United States Championship, that’s what I would have made this video about. I’d have stood here and I’d have lied to you and I’d have said the cliché bullshit about fighting for America, and wanting to make America Great Again, or the United States Championship Great Again, and… ugh, I feel a little sick just having said those words right now… and I’d have totally committed to it and you’d probably be sitting there thinking that I genuinely meant it. And maybe I would have. Because I do love this country. And I do love the ideals for which it stands. And I am proud to be an American. I’m just not very proud of America right now…”

She lets out a long sigh. “Like I said a moment ago, I could genuinely stand here and argue that I am the embodiment of the American Dream. You guys do remember the American Dream, right? The dream that if we all work hard enough we can achieve everything we want. The dream that we can start off with nothing and achieve great things and provide for our loved ones and give them a better life. That’s the dream that so many people in this country came here for. It’s the dream that they still believe around the world that America could stand for, what America COULD be, but instead America has become cesspool of bigotry and hatred, about hating people because they’re different to you somehow, about hating people because of the colour of their skin, the way they talk, the things they believe or the people they want to sleep with. And we have a President right now who plays on those hatreds, who exploits that bigotry, to rally the WORST people around him all under the bullshit guise of making this country ‘great again’,” she says before shaking her head angrily. “Well, as a WOMAN, and as a member of the LGBT community, what I see around me right now is not ‘great’. When I see hard working people who want to risk their lives for this country kicked out of the military because our President is trying to appease his bigoted, transphobic friends, I don’t call that ‘great’. When I see gay rights and transgender rights going BACKWARDS under an asshole who cares only about himself and NOT about the people he was elected to HELP then I don’t call that great. And when I get told it’s some old, grey-haired asshole’s decision what I do with my body, and not my own, I DEFINITELY don’t consider that greatness!”

She sighs and shakes her head angrily. “But I’m not here to make a political statement. That’s kind of happening by accident. The statement I’m here to make is that it’s not just AMERICA that’s going to hell with bigotry, violence and small-minded, rich CUNTS doing whatever they want, whenever they want and thinking they can get away with it because they think they have the power. No, that’s happening much closer to home in SCW as well. And you know ALL the people I’m talking about. I’m talking about our reigning SCW United States Champion, a close-minded, rich, spoiled BITCH who, like the asshole I was talking about a few moments ago who sits in the WHITEhouse – never has that name been more appropriate, by the way – thinks she can do whatever she wants, destroy whatever she wants to destroy, say whatever she wants to say about people like me and the lives we lead, and that only good things are going to come to her. Well, I can’t rip off Donald Trump’s ball sack for being the second biggest asshole on the planet, but I can sure as fuck leave Regan Street a broken, bloody mess in the middle of the ring on Sunday and take from her the title with the unfortunate honour of baring the name of the country I love, and being held by a bigoted British whore who I can’t stand the sight of,” she says complete seriousness and commitment in her eyes. “And if you’re wondering what’s wrong with Syren, and why she’s not being the fun-loving, complimentary girl you’re all used to hearing from… well, Regan Street and her minions are what’s wrong with me right now, but come Sunday I’ll be what’s wrong with them!”

She nods at the camera, clearly wanting the audience to know how serious she is. “Oh, by the way, I wouldn’t let the kids listen to this. It came with an adult warning and yah, Syren is going to say some dirty words today, because Syren is upset right now. And she’s not just upset about politics. That upsets her a lot. She’s also upset about two weeks ago on Breakdown, when shit got real, and I got all the motivation I needed for this Sunday night. That motivation came from being trapped in the back by two jumped up jackoffs and being unable to help as the woman I love was mercilessly beaten down by a woman I genuinely wanted to murder. And I don’t like feeling that way. I don’t like getting so angry I can’t think straight and all I want to do is break a bitch. But two weeks ago, on Breakdown, that is exactly how I felt as Regan and every crony asshole she’s ‘friends’ with came after me and the people I care about one by one until I was the last one standing… and then rather than come out and deal with me on her own, she sent another of her cronies after me to do what she’s incapable of doing. Well, guess what bitch? This Sunday that won’t be an option. This Sunday you won’t have you and four of your friends ready to beat me, Ravyn and Alex down. This Sunday it’ll be you and me in the middle of that ring and I cannot wait to get my hands on you,” she says with commitment, rubbing her hands together at the thought of it. “But when I do, when we get in that ring, it’ll be a CATastrophe for me, right?”

She laughs and shakes her head slowly. “No bitch. It really, really won’t. The only thing that’s going to happen this Sunday is that I’m going to actually deliver on those PSAs and spay a Hellcat in the middle of the SCW ring. And if Josh Hudson wants to interfere and mess with me some more I’ll be sure to neuter him at the same time, that is if Alex doesn’t take care of him for me. And why wouldn’t I want to, considering for MONTHS now Josh Hudson has gotten involved in my business time and again, he’s done everything he could to END my business once and for all, and I’ve beaten him with a chair, I’ve made him tap out in the middle of the ring on the biggest stage in wrestling, and STILL he’s kept coming after me, STILL he’s kept coming for the people I care about, and why? Because he’s on a righteous quest to rid wrestling of me? No, because his bestie can’t handle the fact that she’s not the centre of the universe like she so desperately wants to be,” she says before laughing. “I love that you’re getting Josh to do your dirty work for you, Regan. Fucking LOVE it. I love even more that we’ve finally dropped the pretence as well. No more long-winded stories about how I’m toxic and bad for the company and blah, blah, blah, now we’ve got all our cards on the table at long last. Josh Hudson doesn’t like me because I’m better than you. Therefore it’s going to REALLY suck for him this Sunday when he gets to stand at ringside and watch me beat you in the middle of the ring, watch me raise the US title over my head, and watch that oh-so-fun look in your eyes as your mind snaps all over again at the fact that you just lost to me.”

She starts laughing and nodding her head. “Oh yeah bitch, I love that look. I mean all the shit you’ve done to me over the years, all the times you’ve jumped me, all the times you’ve tried to break me, the boyfriend you stole from me and parade around like a trophy, the desperate notion you had of replacing me at the top of SCW, every other act of bullshit you’ve committed against me to try and take me down so you could act like the biggest and best for the shortest time, should all make me want to actually eviscerate you, and then when you go after my wife I get damn close to wanting to do exactly that, and then I remember that look and I smile. See I could do so many things to you, Regan. I could rally my friends and come after you like a lynch mob like you and yours came after me. I could convince other friends to go after you and try to put you out for the ‘crime’ of not kissing my ass like so many others have, but I don’t. I don’t need to sink to your level to get even with you. I don’t need to try to physically injure you to get one over on you. Do you know why? Because all I need to do is BEAT you, and then look in your eyes as your mind snaps and your ego crumbles and you go on a tirade on Twitter about it, and I know that there is NOTHING you could ever do to me that would stop that from being the best revenge I can have against you,” she says before grinning and raising her eyebrows teasingly. “And not only is that what’s happening this Sunday, live on pay per view, but in the process I’m going to take from you the US title – take from you something that you worked so hard for – so you can remember every time I raise it over my head that I beat you.”

She laughs again. “That’s my revenge, Regan. That’s all I have to do to get even with you, because there is NOTHING in this world you care about more than winning, is there?” she asks before shaking her head knowingly. “We’ve known each other a long time. We’ve tried travelling the road together – didn’t really work out well for me, did it? – and we’ve stood across from each other so many damn times now, and each and every time I’ve gotten to know you a little bit better. I know what drives you. It’s not the love of your trophy-husband. You could BARELY even suck up enough humility to admit what a bitch you are so he could take the place he deserves in the Hall of Fame. It’s not your family either, including that cute adopted stepson of yours who’s working his little ass off to try and achieve greatness this Sunday, unaware that his own stepmother would stab him in the back before he’s even had time to celebrate his success if he wins because she can’t stand the idea of even those closest to her having the SLIGHTEST moment of glory that she doesn’t have.  No, it’s not love, it’s not family, it’s not even friends you care about. That makes me feel genuinely sorry for the likes of Sienna Swann, who actually thinks she can go down as one of the all-time greats and is making the mistake of associating with you, thinking you’ll help her out and not knowing you’d sever her spinal cord with the knife you’d stab her in the back with if she ever actually outshone you for even a moment. The ONLY thing you care about is winning, and this Sunday I’m taking that from you.”

She nods slowly. “Yep, it’s true. And I could talk about our history, I could talk about all the times we’ve fought and all the classics we’ve been through together, but I don’t need to. They’re all fresh in your mind, aren’t they? They were fresh in your mind when you sent Josh Hudson after me. They were fresh in your mind when you had a nervous breakdown over the thought that someone like Alex could actually see something in Ravyn or me and you couldn’t believe that his head wasn’t firmly rammed up Mikaela’s ass like Josh’s is up yours. They were fresh in your mind two weeks ago when the rumours were swirling about this match, before it even became official, when you systematically took down everyone I care about in one night thinking you were giving yourself the upper hand. But you didn’t. All you did was remind me how much I loathe you. And all you did was motivate me from being somewhat apathetic when it comes to the chance to compete for the US title – sorry guys, not trying to insult the US title, just being honest that I’d much rather have been inside the Elimination Chamber than competing for the United States Championship – to wanting nothing more in the world than to take that title from you and represent it with more pride and HONOUR than you could even IMAGINE,” she says before beginning to laugh at something she clearly finds funny. “Then again, IMAGINING honour is all you’ve got, considering you’ve proven countless times that you’re unaware of it even as a CONCEPT.”

She keeps laughing before shaking her head slowly. “And yet here we are. The least honourable bitch I have ever met against the most honourable former champion this company has ever had, and that alone could be a selling point for this match on Sunday, but it’s not alone. Former World Champions clashing over the United States Championship could be a hook to sell this match, but this match is way bigger than even that. Hell, Syren’s FIRST EVER chance at the United States Championship would make a hell of a story as well, would it not? And you have no idea how much I wanted that title. But I never got a chance at it. I wanted to fight for it so badly when I was ejected from the Women’s division. I dreamt about that title. I longed for the slightest sniff of an opportunity at it. Then Lucas Knight – another man who you’ve used and discarded for your own gain over the years – promised me that were he to have won it he’d give me a chance, and he’s the ONLY person to have ever made a promise like that to me. It meant a lot to me. But he couldn’t win it, and I never got my chance. The United States Championship is my unfinished business. Not becoming US Champion is the ONLY thing I regret in my list of accomplishments. And this Sunday I get my chance, and this match could have been about that and that alone, but no… it’s bigger than that to me as well,” she says, her face sober and truthful. “Beating you, and taking that belt from you, is my revenge this Sunday, Regan. It’s my revenge, while facing me for that belt has got to be amongst your worst nightmares!”

She takes a long, deep and calming breath before nodding at the camera. “Tell me, Rege… are you ready for another round? I am. And as much as I’ve talked about beating you so far, I’m going to outright admit that it won’t be easy. It never is. It never has been. You’re one of the best competitors in the world, and I would respect the hell out of that if you weren’t also one of the most conceited, evil people in it as well. You bring out the best in every opponent you face, and you ALWAYS bring out the best in me. Whether I’ve beaten you or lost to you, every single time we’ve been in that ring together you always get my very, very best, I always work that little bit harder in the build-up and I always push myself that little bit further when we’re in the ring with each other. You’re one of the most talented women I have ever known and you make this shit look easy, and I used to be jealous of you for that. I used to be envious of you for so many different reasons, but not anymore. Now I look at you and I don’t wish I had what you have, I wish you’d lose it all, piece by piece, so that maybe – JUST MAYBE – you’d be humble enough for once in your life to appreciate even the smallest fraction of it,” she says before letting out a sigh. “But ‘humility’ is another concept that you’ve never understood, isn’t it? That’s to be expected with you. Yet while I may no longer be jealous of you, this Sunday night Regan I promise you will be of me. This Sunday night, one on one in that ring, this small, blonde, female, bisexual dreamer is going to fight for a title representative of a nation she loves, representative of a DREAM that she lives and IDEALS that she aspires to, and she’s going to beat a BITCH who may just be the biggest asshole in the world. And this Sunday, when this match is done, I’ll be the new United States Champion for the first time in my career, and you, Regan? Well, that’s simple, isn’t it? You’ll BE. TOTALLY. JEALOUS!”

She laughs before letting out a contented sigh. “Oh man, I don’t get to say that nearly enough anymore. See you Sunday, Regan.”

She kisses her hand and blows the kiss at the camera before waving goodbye teasingly and spinning around, walking back out of view of the camera as the flag continues waving in the background and the scene slowly fades out to black, with the replay button flashing up on the screen.