The video begins, and we see what seems like an almost demonic graveyard. Part of it has an appearance of being a movie set or something else not quite real, and the gravestones we see in the background don’t quite look right but it would be hard to say exactly what’s wrong with them. There’s a light fog in the air and a creepy, almost demonic lighting spreads across the scene, adding to the surreal feel of it. Then we see Syren step into the frame. She’s wearing a shirt that reads ‘FALLEN’. She smirks. “This is an appropriate place for me right now, isn’t it? I mean, it’s the kind of place that so many of you have WANTED me to go for a long time. Maybe it’s ‘hell’. Maybe it’s not. But it’s certainly where you all think I belong. It’s where you want to see my career headed. It’s where you want to see Dark Fantasy go. And it’s where you think we’re off to, given the last month hasn’t been the easiest for us. That was personified by what happened two weeks ago when seven of you – seven of you – teamed up against me to eliminate me from the Gauntlet For The Gold, and probably thought of yourselves as really smart for doing it, didn’t you?” she asks before laughing and shaking her head. “You imagined that you’d knock me down. You imagined that I’d end up spiralling out of control. But if you thought denying me what is rightfully mine, again, would be the end of me then you’re wrong. You motivated me. Previously I was angry at Drachewych, and how can I lash out at him? But two weeks ago, you seven put targets on your backs…”

She grins before letting out a sigh. “You know, I was like most of you once. I believed in competition. I believed in proving myself. I believed that I’d need to go out there against the odds and find ways to win. And, like many of you, I used to think those odds were stacked against me. Maybe I was paranoid before though. Maybe, like many of you, I just didn’t see what was in front of me. But now… now the odds really ARE stacked against me, aren’t they? We have a chairman who’s trying to sabotage my career, trying to get rid of those closest to me, and when he can’t get what he wants decides to send those around me away. Yes, Alexander Crowe was the man in the mask, but good god you fucking idiots, how long did it take you to work that out?” she asks before rolling her eyes. “Like, seriously, who else do you think I’d trust to have my back? ‘So why put him in a mask?’ ‘Why go through the charade?’ Well, it’s simple. Because Drachewych wouldn’t ALLOW him to come to ringside legally. He proved that last week when he forced Alexander to unmask and then sent him home, rather than allowing him to stay where he belonged. And it’s not like that’s a standard rule, is it? I mean, anyone else wants someone at ringside and they just show up. How many people have multiple people at ringside before? And Drachewych didn’t bat an eye. A fucking ARMY of minions following them around and Drachewych didn’t do a thing. But Alexander shows up and Drachewych sends him home, just as I knew he would… because that’s totally fair, isn’t it?”

She rolls her eyes again. “And then all seven of you teaming up against me, also a completely fair thing to have happen, right? Oh, I’m not going to deny it wasn’t smart. It was. If I’d been allowed in that ring I’d have taken you ALL out and gotten what I DESERVE, what is RIGHTFULLY MINE… but no, you all teamed up against me and eliminated me because you all knew that was the ONLY way you could do it. And yet you want to talk to me about ‘fair’? Was seven on one ‘fair’? Was denying me a rematch ‘fair’? Was putting my last title shot up to a PUBLIC VOTE ‘fair’? No. Nothing about these past few months has been fair… and now you seven have given me the motivation I need to do something besides allow frustration to get the best of me. So, all of you, watch your backs this week. You denied me something that I deserve. You robbed me of something that I want more than anything. And if you boys and girls don’t want to play ‘fair’, then neither do I. You’ve been warned. So, don’t go bitching at me next week, ok? You did this to yourselves,” she reminds them coldly before shaking her head. “And if you want to blame anyone for it then blame Drachewych, because he can solve this problem today, tomorrow or Wednesday. He can name me the number one contender for after Under Attack. He can admit that what happened two weeks ago was bullshit and do something about it… but he won’t. So, this week don’t look at me expecting that I’ll have blood on my hands because my hands are clean… this is on all of you, and on him.”

She sighs. “But if you think Alexander being sent away means you’re safe then you’re very, very mistaken. And if you thought this match this week against another man eliminated from the Gauntlet for the Gold, another man who I have a long, long history with, was going to be an opportunity for you to revel further as I fall further from where I was then you’re wrong again. This week won’t see Syren falling. This week will see The Fallen RISE,” she says with spite and anger in her tone before smiling. “I know that isn’t what Jake Starr has in mind for this week, but it’s unfortunate that I don’t give a fuck what Jake Starr wants, isn’t it? But we all know what Jake is thinking about right now. He’s like a dog who’s found his way into the bag with his treats in it. He’s overwhelmed right now, trying to decide what to wolf down his disgusting throat first. He thinks he’s hit the jackpot. This week he’s up against a woman he can’t stand, someone who took from him something that he loves – and didn’t deserve – and someone who he thinks is the antichrist herself. He, more than anyone, wishes that I’d find my way to the graveyard, that my career would be left six foot under, and he thinks that this week he has a hammer and a nail and the last few months have already put me in my coffin. He’s got a gleeful look on his face right now, so excited by the idea of driving that nail into my coffin, so excited by the idea of getting revenge on me for taking the title from him, so excited to finally show his insane idea of EVER being better than me is true…”

She laughs. “Sorry Jake, but much like every woman who’s ever been a part of your life, this week you’re going to be left bitterly disappointed. Because you’re right, Jake. I’ve been knocked down. I’ve been denied what I want. I’ve been denied what should be mine. And now I have to watch, again, as another chump who knows damn well he can’t beat me one on one gets an opportunity that should be mine. That’s frustrating, and that frustration is going to need an outlet. This week that outlet is going to be you, Jakey. This week I’m going to step into the ring with you and prove to you yet again that I am the better competitor between us. I’m not going to go over our history, we both know our history, the fans know our history, and they also know that time and time again I’ve come out on top. They know that earlier this year I took the title from you, and they know that YOU received a rematch and I denied you. Whatever frustrations you’ve got right now, whatever anger you’re feeling, and whatever opportunity you think this is to get back closer to where you THINK you belong, you’re wrong. This week isn’t your moment, Jake. This week isn’t your time. This week I drop you to the mat, I pin your shoulders down, and I make the statement that I may be ‘Fallen’ but I am NOT out,” she says with a snappish anger. “You think I’m wrong, of course. You think you know me better than anyone. You think you can take advantage of my frustration and find a way to win. But I’m the one who’s going to take advantage of that overconfidence, like I have so many times before.”

“Now it won’t be easy. It never is. I promised I won’t talk in depth about our past, and I won’t, but I will say that throughout the long, long time we’ve spent together in SCW we’ve gotten to know one another better than anyone else. We’ve both amassed legendary records. We’ve both put together legendary careers. And you’ve proven to the world that you can never be underestimated. Last year, when everyone thought you were down and out, in one night you became a double-champion. And I know people had their doubts about that, I know people have their criticisms, I know people still can’t believe you did it, but I can, Jake. I can believe it happened because I’ve been in that ring with you and time after time you prove how good you are. Time after time you show you’re tougher than anyone gives you credit for. Time after time you take the BEST that your opponents can give you and still you get that shoulder up, you keep going, you prove you’re one resilient asshole and it’s beyond infuriating when you’re the one trying to keep you down. For me that’s never been in doubt. Your achievements have never been in doubt. Your toughness and ability have never been in doubt. You’re one of the biggest names in wrestling and you deserve to be, Jake. Yet there’s one more thing that I’ve never doubted and that’s that I’m BETTER,” she says coldly. “That’s one thing you’ve always known as well, isn’t it? You don’t want it to be true. You’re desperate to convince others that it’s not. You’ve ALWAYS got your excuses, from getting yourself distracted to not being focused enough to blaming everyone else but yourself for those times you failed. But it was you who failed, Jake.”

She laughs. “In January you blamed Alex for superkicking Tommy and distracting you. You blamed Ravyn for the chair shot heard around the world. But it was YOU who failed. What they did was morally questionable, it was unexpected – especially from people associated with me, the perfect, naïve little angel who won’t ever do wrong – but it wasn’t illegal. It happened right in front of everyone and nobody could do a damn thing about it, and I know there’s a part of you that RESPECTED that, Jake. Sure, you condemned it, you used it as an excuse, you told the world how unfair it was and of course you got your rematch on those grounds, but there was a part of you that respected it and a part of you that WISHED you could have done the same thing. No matter what you say to the rest of the world I know you and I know that deep inside somewhere there’s a part of you that acknowledged what happened took everyone by surprise and was a goddamn work of geniusness, and you’re only upset because you were the one on the end of it. We outthought you, we outmanoeuvred you, and we took the title from you… and you failed that night, Jake. You failed then by underestimating what I’d do to get what I want. If you do that again this week you’ll fail again this week,” she warns with a smirk. “But you already are, aren’t you? You’re already underestimating me. You’re already looking past me. You’re already thinking that I’m on a downward spiral, that Alexander is gone, and that there’s nothing I have left up my sleeve…”

She looks at her arm and smirks. “Well, I don’t have sleeves. My ring attire doesn’t have sleeves. Hell, my ring attire doesn’t leave much to the imagination but that just makes it even MORE impressive when I pull a rabbit out of your ass! You underestimated me in January and it cost you. This Wednesday I want you to take a moment and think. I want you to take a moment and ask yourself what I’m willing to do. What am I willing to do to beat you this week, Jake? What am I willing to do to drop you to that mat and beat you for the third time this year? What am I willing to do to put the last few months behind me and focus on those seven names of those seven people who denied me what I deserved? What am I willing to do to overcome one of my greatest rivals? Because you are one of my greatest rivals, Jake. You and Shilo Valiant. If you look through the history of this company it’s you, me and him who helped define where we are today. It’s you, me and him that helped revitalise the company when the ‘big names’ of the past stepped away. It was you, me and him who helped redefine what SCW meant for a new generation, and then he took his ball and fucked off after failing one too many times, but you haven’t. I respect that. I love that about you. You’re too stubborn to learn. You’re too stubborn to change. You’re too stubborn to ever learn to respect my abilities, and what I’m willing and able to do. And maybe you’ve changed. Maybe you’ve wised up. Maybe, at long last, you’ve realised why you fail time after time and you’ve approached this match like the PAY PER VIEW QUALITY match it is, for free on Breakdown, as two great rivals go at it again… but probably not.”

She laughs. “That’s been part of your problem. You only take it fully seriously when it’s on your terms. When the belt is on the line you’re willing to go to any lengths. But without it? Without it you never are. And that’s the difference between us, because belt or not, beating you matters to me. Putting you down matters to me. You’re one of the best who EVER did it… and this week I prove again that I’m better. This week I step into that ring and I hit you with moves you don’t expect. I have you looking left, expecting the shot to come from there, having been hit from there so many times before, and instead I nail you from the right. I adapt, and I overcome. I keep you guessing. And I put you down. Are you in the same position to say that, or are you already imagining yourself stood on that top turnbuckle, looking down at me, ready to spin and twist through the air? How’d that work out for you last time, Jake? Shall I answer for you? Because it was predictable. Because YOU’RE predictable. And even in spite of that you’re the only one taking anything for granted this week,” she says before laughing again. “I already know how this week is going to go, and I already know what beating you is going to accomplish. Nothing. But beating you is just an added bonus for this week, because this week my true focus is on sending a message. In a weird way you’re going to help me with that, Jake. In a weird way you’re going to help me a lot this week, even though you don’t even know it yet…”

She looks away and then looks back at the camera. “It’s not long until we leave for the show now. It’s not long after that until I stand in the middle of the ring with you yet again, that we write another chapter in our unending history, and… well, I actually don’t know what to suggest for after that. What’s the takeaway from this match, Jake? That you’re going to give everything you have, and I’m going to give more? That you’re going to make the world promises and fail to deliver again? That you’re going to vow that this week will be your week and then find that excuse you need for why it wasn’t? What do I even say to that? Do I tell you that it’s because I am everything I say I am and more? Do I tell you it’s because I am the face of this generation, the greatest in this generation and the Best Female Wrestler in the World? Do I tell you it’s because I’ve planned better, that I respect everything about you that you dismiss in me, or that I have plans in place? Yah, that’s right sweetie, I have plans in place. You should probably watch out for them. Just don’t take your eyes off me this time, ok? Because you know what happens if you do. What do I tell you, Jake? That I’m unstoppable? That’s a nice go-to line, but right now it just feels wrong,” she says, looking around her before smirking. “No. Here’s what I tell you. I tell you that I am the best competitor you’ve EVER faced, whether you want to acknowledge that or not. I tell you that I don’t give a fuck about your opinion of me, how much you talk down to me or how many times you try to rewrite history to make yourself feel better. And I tell you that I’m leaving that ring with my arm raised this week and that you, Jake… for old times’ sake… can BE TOTALLY JEALOUS!”

She laughs. “You think I’m down. I think I’m ‘fallen’. The difference is in what happens next.”

She walks off the set as the video comes to an end, slowly fading out and to black before the replay button flashes up on the screen.