The video begins, and we find a dark room with very little lighting. There’s so little lighting in fact that it’s hard to make out much detail from within the room at all, bar a bed in the middle on which we see a curled-up figure and from which we hear the sound of sobbing. As the camera focuses in more we see that figure is now former SCW World Champion Syren and she’s lying on the bed in the foetal position sobbing and muttering under her breath. We continue watching this for a moment longer before the video pauses and we hear a voice, again that of the aforementioned former World Champion, laughing. “Is this what you expected to see?” she asks before the video literally shatters, revealing an entirely different scene. In the new scene we see our blonde starlet standing far more confidently in front of the camera, her hair hanging loose and wearing a t-shirt that reads ‘Best In The Business’. She smiles at the camera, responding to her own question. “Well, then I’ve got some bad news for you. See, what you’re going to see right now isn’t a woman devastated. It isn’t a woman crying herself to sleep. It isn’t a woman whose life was utterly ruined by one night in the ring. What you’re going to see right now is the face of Supreme Championship Wrestling, whether I’m holding the belt or not. What you’re going to see right now is THE TOP COMPETITOR in the world today and losing one match on one show doesn’t change that. Now, maybe once upon a time there was a version of me who thought that it did. Unfortunately, I’ve got some bad news: that version of me is dead. She died on January 21st in Nashville, Tennessee.”

She smirks. “What you see before you now is the new me. The better me. The me who realises without doubt that one loss doesn’t define me, no matter who it was to, what it was for, or what bullshit the person who beat me was pedalling before and after it. That said, however, I’m not here today to make any excuses. I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to tell you it was ‘unfair’. I’m not going to tell you that the world was against me. I’m not going to tell you that the lights were too bright, that my shoes weren’t tied up right, that the fans were too rowdy or that the referees were corrupt. I’m not going to make any excuses for what happened on April 15th. What happened is I got beat. It happens. As much as I’d love to tell you otherwise I’m not invincible. I’m not unbeatable. Every dog has their day, as they say, and April 15th one particular bitch got her best moment. Congratulations to her. But see here’s the problem with all the celebrations, all the pats on the back she’s given herself and so many others have given her since, and it’s simply this: that was on April 15th. That was on one night. And as much as you ALL want to believe otherwise, one night doesn’t change a thing,” she says with a confident simple. “The same thing is true today that has been true every day for past five and a half years, since my ‘coming out party’ the week after Rise to Greatness ALLLL the way back in 2012 and that’s that I was then and am still now the BEST IN THE BUSINESS, and very, very soon I’m going to prove that to you all once again.”

She laughs. “Yah, that’s right. No tears. No crying. No complaints. Just waiting. But unfortunately for SCW management, there was someone else who died on that night in January, and that was the version of me that was patient. I’m not patient anymore. So, hear me and hear me well. I’m not waiting in line. I’m not sitting on the side-lines. I’m not going to be a good little girl and just tap my fingers and wait patiently for the day that someone somewhere decides that it’s Syren’s turn again, because I’ve been there, I’ve done that, and I know damn well that THAT DAY NEVER COMES. I made the mistake in the past of waiting for it. I made the mistake in the past of thinking that if I was patient enough that Oleksa Drachewych would give me what I wanted. I made the mistake in the past of thinking that the WORD of those in charge of this company actually MEANT something. I’m not doing that again. So, I’m going to make this very, very simple. There’s a fan vote going on right now to pick the next contender to the SCW World Championship. It’s between three individuals. My name should have been on there FROM THE BEGINNING but we’ll get to that in a moment. This fan vote is between a jumped-up Instagram model who Ravyn spent most of last year making her bitch, an egotistical rich girl I’ve already beaten TWICE, and the face of this company and best thing going in professional wrestling today. Now to me that’s not a hard choice,” she says before laughing, “but why do I have the feeling that leaving it in the hands of ‘the people’ is a bad idea?”

She takes a deep breath. “So, David – I know you’re listening right now – I’m going to make this very, very simple. I am going to get my rematch. No ifs. No ands. No buts. I am going to get my rematch, and when I do I’m going to take my title back. When I do I’m going to show the entire world that Kennedy Street might have been the better of the two of us on April 15th, but it’s not April 15th anymore. And we can do this one of two ways. I hate to use this old, tired cliché but unfortunately you’re the one who’s forced me into this, so here we go. We can do this one of two ways: the easy way, which is the way I would prefer, or the much, much harder way,” she states coldly. “Now trust me on this, you want to do this the easy way as well. You really, really do. And the easy way is that regardless of what those sycophantic assholes vote for Wednesday night in Japan you give me what I deserve. I don’t care if I win the fan vote. I don’t give a FUCK about their opinion of me anymore. They had FOUR YEARS of me doing everything I could to pander to them. They had FOUR YEARS of me saying the right things, doing the right things, and being everything they wanted me to be. What did that get me? Cheers? Chants in my honour? T-shirt sales? Well, I appreciated the money I got from that last one, but honestly other than that the answer is ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING. Me bending over backwards to give them what they wanted did nothing but give me a sore neck, and I’m not expecting jack shit from them right now, nor do I even want it.”

She laughs again. “Yah, you heard me. I don’t want their votes. I’m not on Twitter right now posting clips of how ‘amazing’ I am trying to get their votes. I don’t want anything from them because THEY’RE not the ones who owe me something, but YOU are David. You and everything you’ve now chosen to represent. So, regardless of who wins this stupid vote on Wednesday, you’re going to do the right thing in Japan and you’re going to give me my rematch. Then we’ll all get what we want. I’ll take on Kennedy Street. I’ll beat Kennedy Street. I’ll come back to California as the new SCW World Champion and I’ll pick up where I left off. I’ll go to Taking Hold of the Flame and answer the challenge of he who has so much to say about me, I’ll drop him on his face and I’ll head to Rise to Greatness to defend my title. That is what I want. That’s the easy way. And believe me David, that’s what you want as well, because you do not want to find out what the hard way entails. I mean you were watching in January, right? You were watching how easily Ravyn and Alex manipulated Oleksa into getting me what he SHOULD have given me a year earlier, before he gave my opportunity to your goddamn wife. Then you saw what happened during the Triple Threat. You saw what happened to your old buddy Jakey. Well, that was them being nice,” she warns coldly again. “That was them NOT involving me. You don’t want to find out how far we’ll go to get what I am ENTITLED to, David. Trust me, you don’t want your reign as commissioner of SCW to be remembered only for what happens when you deny me what everyone else around here gets given so easily…”

She pauses for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Unfortunately, however, I know you a little too well. I know that you think these are just words. You think they’re empty threats. You don’t take me seriously because you think I’m still that girl who used to let you fuck her. Well I’m not. Of all people you should know what happens when I don’t get my way, after all that ‘perfect record’ at Rise to Greatness is somewhat less perfect because of me, isn’t it? But I know you too well. You still think that this ‘WTF Wednesday’ fan vote bullshit is the right thing to do. I mean you COULD have done the right thing here. You COULD have made this match my rematch and just given the fans a chance to vote on the stipulations. ‘Ravyn Taylor in a cage’ match. Actually wait, that’s been done. Ok, steel cage match. Keeps everyone out, right? Thunderdome match, if you’re feeling particularly bloodthirsty. You could have done the RIGHT THING and still given them a choice, but you chose not to do that. And look at who you thought was ‘worthier’ than me. Sienna Swann, the so-called ‘Heavenly Angel’, or whatever the fuck she’s calling herself now, a woman who’s only reason for challenging for this belt is the simple fact that she’s whined about it for months on end despite losing every chance she’s gotten. Or Bree Mason, for attempt number THREE to capture something she’s been unable to capture so far,” she says before laughing again. “Yah, that’s right, attempt number three. And I’ve already beaten her twice. So, what’s the thinking there, without Syren in the match she might finally get the job done, because this company deserves someone like her as champion?”

She laughs again before shaking her head slowly and in disgust. “No. There should only ever have been one choice in this match. There should have been no hoops. There should have been no bullshit. There should just have been you handing me a contract to sign to fight Kennedy in Japan. So why wasn’t there? Because the other two have ‘earned’ it? The same way Kennedy ‘earned’ it, you mean?” she asks before rolling her eyes. “See, that’s one thing I will not let ANYONE tell me about this match. There is not a single person alive today who can tell me that I need to EARN another shot at that belt considering who is currently the champion, and how many chances she needed to take that belt from me. She needed two. She needed a second chance. She needed it under the guise of ‘revenge’. And the funny part about that whole thing is just how much people ate it up. They wanted to see her getting her ‘revenge’. They wanted to see her ‘teach me a lesson’. They wanted to see me ‘put in my place’, because I ‘didn’t deserve it’ and she did. That was the story of Unflawed, right? ‘Kennedy Street’s Revenge’. And oh how she crowed about it come Breakdown. She thinks beating me ONE TIME proved something. She thinks getting chance after chance to beat me proved she’s BETTER than me. You know, it would actually be funny if she was nine years old, missing a few baby teeth, standing in her mommy’s lounge saying how awesome she was for doing something ONE TIME after getting all the chances she needed to do it, like celebrating that one time you get the touchdown after spending all day failing to catch the ball. But she’s not nine years old, and it’s not funny. It’s just pathetic.”

She shakes her head again. “Still, you probably think that these are just the words of the bitter former champion. You’re probably sat there right now crowing about her success right alongside her, telling everyone how much she ‘proved’ when she beat me, how much she ‘achieved’, how it made ‘all those years of suffering’ worth it and how it meant that she’d completed some epic journey to finally get where she wanted to be. Oh, it’s such a wonderful tale. It brings a tear to the eye,” she says insincerely, pretending to wipe away a tear from her own eye, before beginning to smile. “But there’s a problem with this story. There’s a problem with this ‘lesson’ that she’s taught me. There’s a problem with this fantastical fairy tale where Kennedy Street has finally proven herself. That problem occurs after I beat her. Yah, what happens then? The story of Unflawed is still a fantastical one. I’ll give her that. I won’t even try to take that from her. She wanted it. She pushed me hard. She proved that she’s good. She proved that she belongs in the conversation. But after I beat her I prove that I AM the conversation. And she gave that little speech about wanting to thank me for giving her the motivation to prove herself and blah, blah, blah… well here’s a funny fact, and that’s that in a few day’s time I may just write a similar speech of my own, ‘thanking’ Kennedy for fulfilling that dream of hers, ‘thanking’ Kennedy for never giving up on that ‘revenge’ she so wanted, and ‘thanking’ Kennedy for being the one who thought she’d accomplished so much and destroyed everything she thought about me… and actually only helped me MAKE HISTORY when I beat her.”

She pauses for a moment and considers something. “Make history? Equal history? Make history by equalling history? Whatever. You know what I’m trying to say. What I’m trying to say is that for all the ‘yay Kennedy’ bullshit, for all those who crowed about her at the top of their lungs, the ONLY impact that Kennedy Street’s victory over me is going to have on my legacy is that she’s going to be the bitch I beat to become a SEVEN TIME SCW World Champion and equal the record set by Jason Wheeler all those years ago,” she says before smirking again. “See, sweetie, that’s the problem with this whole grandiose over-celebration bullshit you and all your fans have been doing since you took my title from me. You’re acting like you slayed a beast, when all you really did is knock me down. And here’s the thing about me that you’ve forgotten: there is NOBODY in the HISTORY of this company that comes back like I come back. I’m wearing this t-shirt right now NOT because I’m invincible, NOT because I’m unbeatable, NOT because I’m ‘perfect’ but because I AM UNSTOPPABLE. I am the face of a generation of wrestlers because I never lose, but because when I do I come back better and I take back what I deserve. And like I said before sweetie you’re good. You’re really good. On April 15th you were the better woman. But when I get my rematch I’ll take back my title and the only thing you’ll have left for all the bravado and the claims of ‘redemption’ and ‘revenge’ will be the memories. Do you think they’ll be worth it? I really hope so.”

“For me though, once this is over and I have my title back, these won’t be memories I’ll be struggling to hold on to. Why would they be? They’re memories of a girl I’ve seen the WORST of preaching at me like she’s a saint, trying to tell ME of all people what it means to earn something, trying to tell ME of all people what it feels like to be at the bottom, and trying to act like she’s teaching ME a lesson about life? I mean it’s actually funny just how far Kennedy Street’s head is up her own ass if she believes just ONE WORD of the shit she’s spewing. It’s like she doesn’t even know who she’s talking to. Every time she says bullshit like ‘it’s time for a change’ I actually can’t help but laugh because it’s like listening to someone else saying the same things from before. Hmm, who was that someone? Who was that someone who fought for change at the top of this company? Who was that someone who spent years fighting for respect? Who was that someone who jumped every hurdle to get to where she wanted to be because the world didn’t give her ANYTHING? Oh, right, IT WAS ME,” she says before rolling her eyes. “And honestly it just makes me sad. Is that what I sounded like? Please tell me it isn’t. Please tell me I was never delusional enough to believe the things Kennedy believes. I wasn’t, right? Except… I think I might have been. Kind of explains why I got so frustrated all the time though, given how fucking stupid I sounded saying that shit. And it’s made all the worse by this delusional bitch telling THE FACE OF SCW what it means to EARN something in this industry…”

She bursts out laughing. “You think you’ve earned something, Kennedy? Is that what you think this is? Is that what you think happened? You think you’ve proven you’re ‘Flawless’ once again? You think you’ve shown that the world has changed? You think you’ve shown that ‘good’ beats ‘evil’ or that you actually DESERVE that title? No. Like, ‘no’ isn’t even a strong enough word. What’s a stronger word than ‘no’? Where’s Ravyn when I need her?” she asks before rolling her eyes again. “But, since I can’t think of a better word, I’ll have to stick with ‘no’. No, Kennedy. You DON’T know what it means to earn something. You try to tell this sob story about how you’ve ‘struggled for three years’, conveniently excluding all the time you spent in all that time skipping matches, refusing to show up to work, having Ethan at your side, and then as Television Champion, or World Tag Team Champion. You act like you’ve spent three years at the bottom of the barrel fighting dark matches just to prove you belong. The fact is you don’t know what the word EARN even means, because you’ve never had to work a day in your life. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. You’ve had power and influence your entire life. You’ve NEVER struggled for ANYTHING. You want to talk desperate, Kennedy? You don’t know what it feels like to have to fight eight other people for a chance at a title. You don’t know what it feels like to NEED to win three times in one night just for an opportunity. You don’t know what it’s like to get missed off of shows or BANNED from divisions simply for the crime of being TOO GODDAMN UNBEATABLE.”

She laughs again before shaking her head slowly, all amusement disappearing as she glares into the camera. “You, a goddamn BILLIONAIRE, preach to ME about what it means to EARN something? No. You have absolutely no fucking idea. And that ‘dream’ you’re ready for, that ‘dream’ that’s come true, is going to end VERY soon. I don’t give a FUCK about the fans. I don’t give a FUCK about their votes. I don’t give a FUCK who they want in this match. This match is MINE. This opportunity is MINE. And I am not waiting for my chance anymore. This Wednesday night I am coming to Japan to take back my World Heavyweight Championship and I don’t give a fuck WHAT Kennedy Street wants to believe in, because this Wednesday night there is only one reality. The BEST IN THE BUSINESS takes back her spot. The BEST FEMALE WRESTLER IN THE WORLD reclaims her title,” she says angrily before taking in a deep breath. “Don’t make me do this the hard way, David. Don’t listen to what those ungrateful parasites want you to do. I am OWED this rematch and after everything I have been through you know damn well that I DESERVE this rematch, so make it happen. It could happen for Jake Starr, right? No problem there. Random episode of Breakdown and he gets his chance. It could happen for Bree Mason, right? Lost the first time but what the hell, let’s give her another go. And it could happen for Kennedy Street, couldn’t it? Because ‘revenge’ and ‘retribution’ and ‘flawlessness’ and every other hashtag I’ve spent months having to put up with. So make it happen for me. You get one chance to do this the easy way. You get ONE CHANCE to give me what I have earned ten times over. Do the right thing, David. Put me in the ring with her. Let me win my title back. You know I deserve it. You know I have earned it. And you don’t want to know what happens next otherwise.”

She takes in a deep breath and lets it out as a long sigh. “As for everybody else, everybody else who’s voting for their favourites, everybody else who’s picturing their dream matches, everybody else who’s just super hoping against hope for ‘Heavenly’ versus ‘Flawless’ or ‘Billionaire’ versus ‘Billionaire’s More Successful Wife’, forget your voting. There is ONE choice this week. ONE option. And it’s me. I don’t need excuses for three weeks ago. I don’t need sob stories. As much as you’d love it you’re NOT going to see me curled up in a ball and crying my eyes out over what happened. There is one truth that you all need to accept and that is that with or without the SCW World Championship I am THE BEST IN THIS BUSINESS. With or without the SCW World Championship I am THE FACE OF THIS GENERATION. One loss doesn’t change history. One loss doesn’t take away all I’ve accomplished. But one more win ties me as a true all-time great, and like it or not you WILL respect that,” she warns coldly before flicking her hair out of her face and stepping closer to the camera to glare intently into it. “You want to tell me I can’t do it on my own? Please do. Please tell me how impossible it’ll be. Please tell me how worthless I am without my friends. Please tell me how great all others are in comparison to me. Please tell me all these things and more. Tell me how much you love Kennedy. Tell me how everything has changed now she’s at the top. Tell me how much better everything is now so I can laugh a little more, and then when I win my belt back I can hold it in the air and remind every last one of you who’ve doubted me just who I am.”

She laughs again before shaking her head in disgust one last time. “Be jealous.”

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