On Camera
The camera captures the busy streets of New York City, the towering skyscrapers bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. Song stands in front of a rooftop terrace, overlooking the city with a drink in hand—Coke Zero, naturally. She’s dressed casually, ripped jeans and a sleeveless hoodie, the wind teasing strands of her dark hair. She looks relaxed, unbothered, enjoying her time in the city, the match against Necra nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
Song lets out a small chuckle before speaking, her voice smooth yet laced with bite.
Song: "Would you look at this… New York. My home away from home. This city never stops, never lets anyone fall behind, and doesn’t give handouts to people who come crawling back after vanishing for years. It’s real, it’s raw, and it doesn't pat people on the back just because they showed up again."
She turns slightly, the skyline reflecting in her sunglasses.
Song: "But SCW? SCW loves nostalgia, doesn’t it? Loves throwing flowers at anyone who used to be somebody here. Look at Necra Octavian Kane—gone for years, doing who knows what, and suddenly she’s back, ready for round two. SCW reaches out to her to hand her a Hall Of Fame award since they ran out of real creditable wrestlers to give the award to. And now she uses that as an open door to return as if the fans care. In SCW fashion, they roll out the red carpet. She got a Hall of Fame induction. Claps and cheers. Respect. As if that actually means anything anymore."
She shakes her head, taking a sip of her drink before smirking.
Song: "Let’s be real. Hall of Fame? Please. That ‘achievement’ has been watered down so badly it’s laughable. It’s just a trophy for people SCW wants to keep happy. And Necra? She took it like it actually means something. Like it gives her credibility. Like it’s supposed to make me flinch when I see her name next to mine in our upcoming match in Reykjavík."
Song laughs—mocking, sharp, a complete dismissal of Necra’s relevance.
Song: "Let’s remind everyone of something, Necra. You were one of my first opponents. SEVEN years ago. When I was barely getting started. And I still remember you, because back then, I looked up at people like you. Thought you were big names, people worth paying attention to. Now? That illusion’s shattered. You left, disappeared, and now you’re back like time didn’t move forward without you. But guess what? It did, while you went to do what you did, I didn’t go anywhere. I built myself match after match. Then like you, yes I left but for a shorter period of time. When I returned I had no handouts, no legacy points, no hollow inductions. I came back and just did my job. I left after a year for a few months and you still were nowhere to be seen as for me. I was treated as if I wqasn;t wanted here but booked me only because the SCW owners respect Master Lilly and did it as a favor for her. I never got a welcoming like you. "
Song leans against the rooftop railing, looking down at the streets below.
Song: "And you know what’s funny? Even with your ‘big return,’ I’m not rushing to Reykjavík. Not in a hurry to step into that ring with you. I’ve been sitting here in New York, on purpose, delaying my flight, stretching out my time, because frankly? There’s no urgency. This match isn’t some epic clash—it’s just another day at work for me. You came back expecting the world to wait for you, but I make my own timeline. I’ll board my flight when I feel like it. And when I finally land in Iceland? I’ll remind you exactly why you should’ve stayed gone."
She finishes off her drink, setting the empty bottle down with finality.
Song: "Enjoy your second run while you can, Necra. Because once we’re done? You’ll realize I am not that Song you fought many years ago before Orchid and I sent your ass packing.
Off Camera
Orchid who has been holding the camera charms in.
Orchid: I don't think we made her leave per-say.
Song: Damn it Orchid, I know we didn’t but it was right around that time and no one is going to give a shit to search SCW history from seven years ago to see if I’m being honest or full of shit.
Orchid: Oh, I see, okay keep going then.
On Camera
Song: I’ll break every illusion you have left, and then you can take your Hall of Fame ring, your applause, and whatever scraps of nostalgia SCW wants to give you—because none of it will mean a damn thing when you’re looking up at the lights."
As the scene fades out the last shot lingers on Song, standing tall against the New York skyline, confident, dismissive, and completely in control.
