The snug room had been vacated by
Stacey Madison and the recording crew for a few minutes, taking a quick coffee break in the catering area.
Eve Taylor remained behind with Senshuken, all alone; the Elite Openweight championship sat upon her, like royalty ruling on the throne, with Eve Taylor its protector, yet nobody around to declare their challenge. Whilst it was nice for Eve to feel slightly relaxed in this environment, the anxiety of not knowing anyone willing to stand against her reign was beginning to seep inside Eve's mind. The obvious comes to mind: a mysterious opponent could be anyone, and Eve had to prepare for anything. If she failed to do so in every conceivable fashion, Eve Taylor had lost. The worst aspect of the mystery is that the only person who could take on Eve - Noah Ryder - held the contract to officially change any match, at any event, into a title match, involving himself. No challengers with no date; one opponent at any time. Indeed, these were scary times for Eve, despite the tough persona she kept when the camera was rolling. As the longest reigning champion in history, Eve was forced to become strong. She had to adopt a face of stone and an unbreakable Titantic body, showing no signs of weakness; however, enough damage dealt to stone will reveal cracks and the iceberg will soon approach, looking to sink Eve Taylor as champion. She knew her time with Senshuken was coming to an end, and whilst she had already accepted her feat, Eve was not going to let the thought of one piece of ice floating in the waters cause her to drown just yet; she was going to remain at full speed... so why was Eve worried?
The time by herself allowed Eve to reflect on such a question, but it wasn't until she remembered what she said - in the first half of the interview with Stacey Madison - that she truly understood the answer. Once more, Eve Taylor found herself without a soul in any direction. The manifestations of Eve's mind, whether they be memories or projections onto inanimate objects like Senshuken, were the only souls surrounding her. Yes, this has been a recurring issue for Eve, and yes, she isn't any stranger to this situation (although, Eve had started with opening up to people like Abigail), but this feeling was different. Instead of being alone without anyone willing to be her friend, she stood proudly on top of the Elite mountain without anyone willing to be her enemy. Eve's hunger for success consumed friendships: it made acquaintances out of friends, and enemies out of acquaintances. This was the life cycle Eve knew and grew accustomed, but there were no enemies this time. There was just nobody. Whilst Eve tried taking this in stride, telling herself that a clear radar was because of her success as champion, she couldn't shake the notion in her head that fate had once more laughed at her, showing her that nobody what she achieved, she would be an outcast for the rest of eternity. It sickened Eve to think she could feel like this, and she imagined others laughing at her she should revealed this information.
'Eve was a successful, dominate champion, and she was feeling sorry for herself? Wow, what an attention ****e!' Said the voices Eve imagined in her head. 'Can't she think of somebody else for once?'
"But who is there to think about?" Eve replied in a whisper.
"Pardon me?"
Shocked, Eve looked up to see Stacey Madison walk back into the room, followed by the recording team. She stood directly in front of Eve with a coffee cup in hand, looking at her with body posture suggesting she was waiting for an answer.
"Oh, nothing." Eve hesitated, letting off a quick nervous laugh.
She cleared her throat and adjusted herself, looking around the room to see if anyone else noticed, or cared. Luckily for her embarrassment, everyone was working on getting the set-up working again, and Stacey Madison went over to the garbage can to dispense her finished beverage. Madison returned to her seat, and fixed herself up.
"Were you okay in here by yourself?" Stacey questioned.
Eve took a second to answer. "Yeah, fine. Just thinking."
"Good. I thought you were muttering to your championship. I know you've named the title because you care so much about it, which is a nice touch, but when you start talking to it, you might want to consider a shrink."
Eve laughed at the response, doing her best to shrug it off as the recording crew began counting down to start. Stacey Madison straightened herself up and got ready for the camera. Eve took a second before she supermodel-ed up, putting on a smile and creating a happy glow on her face.
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"Alright everyone, welcome back to my exclusive interview with Eve Taylor and thank you for tuning in. This is the second half of the two-part interview, and if you're here on Eve's channel without seeing the first half, we'll leave a link in the description, as well as an annotation on screen somewhere here:"
"The first half was a very formal interview with some hard questions and strong answers, but this second half will be a more informal and chatting more about Eve herself than anything else; less of an interview and more of a quick podcast. Hopefully, it'll be refreshing."
"Well, we haven't had a good WZCW podcast in a while. The latest one was such a killjoy. The guy likes to let loose on his misogynistic language from time-to-time."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, apparently when he's not following the script, he just doesn't give a damn. I find it weird since I've spoken to him, and even worked with him as well on a few WZCW projects, and I've never noticed that. I guess that's what happens when you stop doing extra curricular stuff and focus on being a strong competitor. But, I digress, since I'm being a typical girl and complaining."
Eve let out a belly laugh, winking at the camera. All those worries she had before were gone by having a little fun. Maybe Eve needed to let loose herself from time-to-time too, minus the sexism.
"I'm only having a bit of a ramble, don't worry. I won't be spending the entire time ragging on other people again. There's much more to me than my bitchy traits." Eve laughed.
"Well, why don't we get to know a little more about the real 'Eve Taylor', then?"
"What is to say that hasn't already been said?" Eve immediately responded. "I've told the rags to riches story main times: I grew up on a farm outside of Milan, Italy with a poor family..."
"Is that the real Eve Taylor, though?" Stacey interrupted. "I'm not trying to downplay the life you've lived and how it's negatively affected you, but that story is the essence of your character, right? It's the life blood of Eve Taylor and every decision you've made relates back to that person. Yes, it's true, but it's not really you. What I'm asking is if we strip back the performer; take away everything that makes you Eve Taylor and ask, if I may, Eva Pellegrini some questions about her life."
Eve was stunned. She hadn't an answer for a few seconds. The real Eve Taylor? The person behind Eve? Asking Eva Pellegrini? Eve wondered what Stacey was looking to achieve here.
"Um, sure, I guess." Eve answered to her best of her abilities. "I'm not sure how well I'll do though, nor do I understand the compromise. I am Eve Taylor. How can I not be Eve Taylor?"
"Yeah, it is a hard ask to someone in this profession. You spend your entire life learning to be someone else when you step out that curtain, and return to the person when it the show is over. For some like you, you've had to do it twice. Once as a supermodel, and another as a professional wrestler; much like Theron Daggershield, your opponent on Ascension coming up. He's a man you've had history with, but he's much more like you than you care to admit. He's much the same: a character in the ring, and on the board... but is his name really Theron Daggershield? That's almost as absurd, or the very least coincidental, considering he plays D&D and his last name consists of two items one character requires, whilst you were a model and your last name is a profession of a person who makes dresses for them. Little weird, don't you think?"
"So you want me to talk about my name choice?"
"If that's where you feel comfortable. Am I right?"
Eve let out a big sigh, taking a moment to answer.
"As important as my childhood is to my Eve character, Eva Pellegrini doesn't exist any more." Eve admitted. "For a majority of my life, I've played the role of Eve Taylor. This charade you believe you see is the same person you see outside, because I've been doing this since I was a child. Even before I became a supermodel, I was always pretending to be someone else. That's what you do as a kid sometimes, you venture off into dreams and become a princess, but with how bad my childhood was like, a lot worse than I've described when I was playing the Eve Taylor character, becoming someone else was my only reprieve. My father didn't love me, and my mother pretended to care; both of them were on autopilot when it came to raising me among my other siblings. They didn't want another child, and for a couple of years, they were happy with their choice, until one day they had an accident. That accident was me, Stacey. They've told me this story several times. You know how much that hurts?"
Stacey couldn't answer.
"My parents didn't want me, my siblings viewed me as the young girl who always made mistakes. Only my grandmother really cared for me, because I was named after her and took a liking to her... and even then, I didn't get to spend much time with her. So you can't blame me for taking the first opportunity I had to get out of there, right? My family can, apparently. They haven't talked to me since. Funny how they care so little about me when I'm there, but yet they disowned me for abandoning them?"
Eve looked away for a second.
"If you want to ask Eva Pellegrini any questions, go find her invisible tombstone. All you get is childish answers and a plea for help. Maybe she'll even ask you for a good hiding spot to stow away whilst father came at her with the belt, all because she wanted to dream. All that's here Stacey is Eve Taylor, the character who is now the person, carrying the burdens of a dead child. So if you want to ask anything to the person behind the character, go talk to Theron, but even he, the mightiest of warriors, has difficulty finding the distinction between the two people sometimes. If you have anything personal up your sleeve, you can try to ask me, I guess... but you'll probably get the same thing I would say with a microphone in my hand. This person you see here is the same as the Eve Taylor that goes out and defends the Elite Openweight championship with pride, and is also the same person that spends time with you or falling in love with someone like Aubrey Sloan. A character I haven't figured out is the best I've got; a shattered fragment of a person yet the perfect character in a story. For that, I'm sorry."
There is a moment of silence between the two.
"So you want to know why I chose Eve Taylor? Eve was the closest name I could pick that reminds me of my grandmother, and Taylor was because my 14 year old brain couldn't think of anything better than the person who makes dresses for models. In a sense, you were correct. Sometimes I wish I could've changed the name, but it's all I've got. The life I've lived as someone else is all this girl has, and I'm not letting go of it. If anything, I'm clutching it tighter than I clutch Senshuken, and I want to make it mean something. That's why I'm always after success, because all I want is to make this name mean anything to someone, including myself. Other people like Theron feel the same about these names, but once the game is over, so too is that name. For me, the game only ends when I die, and even then, my name will live on for however long people are willing to remember me."
Eve looks down at the floor, as Stacey leans back in her chair.
"I'm sorry I pressured you into that question. That's some heavy stuff."
Eve smiled. "You're right, I didn't think I'd go deep neither, but when you asked, and I started, I couldn't stop. That's how I've lived me life, though. I never wanted to go deep with the Eve Taylor name, as I only wanted to keep it as a stage name. However, with the memories of my family and how they treated me as I grew older as a model, the more I insisted on people referring to Eve Taylor. Hell, I even demanded people call me 'fabulous' as a prefix as personal revenge for the names my father called me. It was vicious hate-filled cycle and I went too deep at times, losing people I truly cared about like Aubrey Sloan... but I'm making steps to correct that. I don't want to be making those mistakes any more, because these are the sorts of mistakes people cannot be making when they are at the top of the mountain. Physically, I am at peak conditioning. I can handle any challenge that comes my way, but in the mental department, I'm only strong in ring awareness and match psychology, not personally stable. Although Theron Daggershield will never resort to such tactics, there are tough competitors like him who will utilise that to their advantage, and I don't think I can survive any more in this pit of hate. John Doe was enough. Can you imagine if it was someone like Dr. Zeus?"
"Then what of your comments in the first half of this interview, when you mentioned you didn't like Vis Imperium?"
Eve laughed this time. "Sometimes, when you're looking for a challenge, you've got to go out there and look for it yourself. I know it's a shit excuse, but how do I get better unless I face off against someone who causes such problems for me? Whilst Theron Daggershield is a humble soul with good intentions, I hated him at one stage in my life. He took the Eurasian championship from me at Gold Rush, and I became enraged at him for doing so. The one thing I cared about was ripped away from me, I felt. I convinced myself that he stole it from me, and he didn't deserve the title. All I could do was make excuses and fill myself with even more hate, and I suffered a mental breakdown, running through the streets naked at one point crying out for my title. I don't want to get back there again.
Luckily for me, 2016 has blessed me with a chance at redeeming myself. At Kingdom Come, the place where I decimated Aubrey Sloan the year prior, I escaped the group that caused me to destroy her, and I saw her for the first time in a long time. I made peace with her, and I promised her to carry the championship I hold right now with pride. When I'm done with my journey, I have an opportunity to join her in the mountains and live the rest of my days with her. I've taken on men like Constantine and Mikey Stormrage, looking to right the wrongs of my hate, and this week, I've got another in Theron Daggershield. It's a slow process, but I'm thankful for the opportunities."
"So you want to repent for your sins, is that it?"
"Not as religious as that, but on the same sort of wavelength. I just don't want to fall into another pit of hate again. I've been in it for too long, and it is time for me to start being genuine to people. Then, and only then, may I have a chance to combating my perpetual loneliness that plagues me."
"Well, the foundations for Selena and I are still ready to be build upon, if you think you're ready to tackle us again. I know it can be hard with Selena incessantly bickering and my constant dismissal of her comments like we're a married couple, but nothing's perfect." Stacey laughs.
"Yeah, I'd like that." Eve smiled. "Not today though, I don't think I can do anything else after this. I feel drained!"
"It was some heavy stuff, Eve... but you've dealt with worse and you have many challenges in the future, including your upcoming match with Theron Daggershield, which I shall wish you luck for... but for now, that's it from us here in the studio. I hope you enjoyed the content, and maybe next time, we'll ask some easier questions."
The two laughed. It was good to laugh after having such a tough conversation in front of the camera.
"See you next time."