Eve Taylor stood tall in front of the mirror. She wore her wrestling gear and was adorned with replicas of the championships she had won over the course of her WZCW career: the Eurasian championship on her waist; "Senshuken", the Elite Openweight championship just above the Eurasian; and the World Title draped over her shoulder. She kept looking at herself and everything she had accomplished, doing her best to sculpt her posture in a proud stance. Yet, a scowl formed on her face.
"Look at me." Eve Taylor said.
Eve looked at herself from head to toe, and then back up to her head.
"Look at all I have accomplished in WZCW. I am the most decorated female superstar to grace this industry. I am a superior athlete who has crushed and created records that will stand the test of time. I am a professional wrestler whose resume will be enough to enter me into the WZCW Hall of Fame."
Eve paused for a moment.
"I am a legend."
She turned her head away from the mirror.
"Everything I have worked towards has led up to this moment. Everything I sacrificed was to get to this end result of standing here, adorned in championship gold. This is exactly everything I wanted and yet, I cannot stand to look at myself. The feelings of loneliness and all my insecurities I have about myself I thought would go away have yet to leave. Looking at myself reminds me of how much I have lost to get here. I dream of an alternate reality where I didn't make these sacrifices and instead kept my relationship bonds in tact."
Eve sighed.
"I would love to look at the positives in my life and smile at everything I earned through my choices. I would love to be proud of the fame, money and glory that I gained over my time... but even then, I am not happy with this. I spent a lot of my money on the latest fashions, new ring gear and living the life of luxury when I could've saved it. The fame I have trying to make a name for myself has destroyed my credibility in both the professional wrestling and fashion worlds. And the glory?"
Eve looked back at the championships in the mirror.
"The only person here to celebrate, relish and relive the glory of what I've done in my career is me. All I can do is sit alone in a room, staring at myself and reminisce of a time when I was Queen. Nobody will be hearing my stories because nobody wants to listen. I turned every person away for the sake of making the name Eve Taylor mean something in the history books. Maybe I can take solace in the idea that one day in the future when wrestling historians comb through the annals of history they'll see my name and accomplishments, recognising me for all I have done. However, by that time, I will have long passed or be so old that I'd have to be reminded by these historians of what I did."
Eve's eyes focused on herself.
"Look at me, Callie." Eve said. "I am a sad, pathetic, lonely woman who is about to hit her thirties. I reached the peaks of my life before I was legal and I am on the decline whilst I am still young. The only thing I have left is what I am wearing to remind me of the better times."
Eve paused.
"Is this what you want, Callie? Is this what you strive to become in WZCW? Do you want to ruin everything in your life to make this moment happen? To be able to stare at yourself in the mirror on your worst day to remind yourself of your best?"
Eve shook her head.
"Look, Callie, I am not angry at you. In fact, I admire you. You have always reminded me, in some form or fashion, of a younger me. Beautiful, determined and hungry. Those are great qualities to have. But you also remind me of a time when I had it all and I could've been happy with my life. I could've stopped myself then and I dream that those days would be happier than this life I lead. Yet, you want to pursue the same path I am taking. You are willingly going down the road that will eventually turn you into me. I do not want that to happen. I refuse to let you become someone like me.
It is your decision that I am angry at because it is the decision that I have made. It is the reason why I am angry at myself. It is why I have trouble standing here and looking at myself in the mirror. I have become the very thing that I have hated for the majority of my career as a professional wrestler: legendary wrestlers who have become shells of their former selves. The Constantine's, the Tyrone Blades, the Matt Tastic's... all of them I hated. And now, I stand here, as one of them. And I stand here with a heart full of regret, wishing every morning I would wake up with a smile I didn't have to force."
Eve attempted to smile but she could not.
"Callie, for my final act in WZCW, I look to achieve my greatest accomplishment, one that I can be proud to say that I did for many years to come. It will be an accomplishment that will put the smile back on my face and the sunshine back in my heart. And it will be against you, in that very ring. You and I, Callie. The match that I've been hyping up for many years. You and I are going to have a memorable match that the fans are going to talk about for many years to come."
Eve tried to force the smile but instead, she switched her facial expressions to anger and vile.
"And it is not because we are going to tear the house down, Callie. No, I have no interest in having the best match of your career. You and I, Callie, are going to have not only my last match in WZCW. We are going to have your last match, too. If I see one glimpse of determination and hunger that I had when I was building my legacy in your eyes, then I have no choice but to put an end to your career before you reach the misery and suffering that I have to deal with. I will do everything in my power and I will bust out every trick I know to destroy and annihilate you. I will humiliate you so that you will no longer have a career to salvage. I am willing to break your body down, piece by piece, so that you cannot recover. I want to hurt you so bad Callie that I want to give you a career-ending injury just to teach you a lesson that you will be happier in your life suffering from a limp than being able to walk around with the former glory that I have. The pain shooting through your legs will only be a fraction of the pain that I am suffering in my heart and soul from everything I have done to get in this position."
A twisted smirk formed on Eve's face.
"But do not be mistaken, Callie. I am doing this because I like you. Anybody else on this roster would not receive this treatment because I do not care about them. If they end up experiencing the same thing I am experiencing now, then I would not give a damn. But you, Callie... I do not want you to end up like this. I would love, more than anything, to sit down and tell you not to do this yet, I know that hunger and determination you have to succeed: nobody is going to convince you to stop. So, as a courtesy to you, Callie, I am going to mangle your body so badly you will never wrestling again so you can be happy. I am doing this as a favour to you. I am doing this so I can be happy with myself. I am doing this so that when someone asks me in 20 years what my greatest accomplishment was, I can say to them - without question - it was ending Callie Clark's career to save that lovely girl from a lifetime of pain and misery."
Eve looked back at her World title on her shoulder.
"As much as I know you would love to hold this title and be the best, it is not worth the sacrifices, Callie. So please, as my parting gift to you and as my final wish for WZCW, do not fight me. Do not resist me. I am going to hurt you even more if you defend yourself. I do not want to do that. Just close your eyes and think of your happy place... and I will take you there."
Eve sat down on the floor and crossed her legs. She rocked back and forth, caressing her World title.
"Look at me, Callie." Eve said. "Please don't become like me."
