"That fucking politician!"
Eve Taylor slams her hands down on the bathroom sink with authority, causing a whiplash effect in her hands. She flinches slightly, looking at her hand.
"All that I asked was a simple favour; an easy favour for another of his choosing. We calmly discussed the proposal. We came to an agreement. We shook hands. I did my part but what does he do? He throws everything to the wayside!"
Eve Taylor sweeps the basin with her hand, knocking over all the cosmetic products onto the bathroom floor. She is infuriated, unable to don the ever-beautiful face with her make-up due to the recent events consistently replaying in her head.
"Whatever happened to chivalry, manners and etiquette? Where did those ethics go? Did society throw them out the window too when they let the western world brainwash people that its okay to be overweight and ugly? How do they not see the error of their ways? "
She leans on the basin, staring into the mirror with anger in her eyes.
"How can one honestly stare through the looking glass and lie to their own face, convincing themselves that what they do or look like isn't wrong? And yet, they have the hide to point the fingers at me and tell me I'm the one who has lost grip on reality."
She grabs the last of her facial wipes, scraping away at her skin until only her natural self remains.
"I see myself staring back at me and all I see, deep down inside, is an innocent woman who is simply misunderstood. The only difference between myself and most other people is that I'm willing to sacrifice myself to help everyone else. The actions I take and words I preach are all small steps to achieve the long-term goals I have planned for society. Just because the form in which I present myself and the people I align myself alongside seem to not fit into their standards doesn't make me a bad person. On the outside, I might look just as corrupt as the politician Constantine does but at least I let everyone know my motives and the truth without dancing around a dictionary."
Eve looks towards the ground, scanning through the scattered assortment of beauty products before picking a couple of important items from off the floor.
"However, I cannot let a failed plan stop me now. The loss of the WZCW World Tag Team championships haven't stopped my Cerberus brethren, why should some measly little roadblocks stand in my way? I have to reset myself. Pick myself back up off the ground and put a new plan into action."
She takes a deep breath, trying to relieve all her anger. Any that still remains inside her Eve channels into fingers as they slowly peel back the eyelids, looking to apply the mascara accurately and professionally.
"Constantine was a dead-end. I shall let him dwell in the aftermath he created for himself, allowing karma to settle the work for me until I once again get the opportunity to deal with him. For now, I need to start with something simple, build everything back up and get on track."
Eve switches out the mascara for the eye-shadowing to compliment her work.
"I need to re-teach the world how to look as beautiful as the Fabulous One, the world-renowned Evelyn Taylor. A model to both the people and to the fashion scene! I need to get myself back in the spotlight and what better way is there than to square off against the guy who is stealing it all, the World Champion Matt Tastic."
She lets out a shudder. Muttering the name of the competitor sends chills down her spine, mostly out of disgust and resentment.
"There is nobody on this Earth that can endorse the greasy, disgusting, Mexican vomit Taco Bell injects into the fatty arteries of society and be a role model simultaneously. The person who is in THE spotlight has to be respectful, presentable and above all else, beautiful. Matt Tastic, the luckiest World Heavyweight Champion in history, cannot be the person the world looks up to and follow his example. If his tyranny of an unhealthy lifestyle continues to be exposed to the world, then I fear my dream of a beautiful world will cease to exist."
Eve stops everything she is doing momentarily, realising that it is definitely a possibility of Tastic succeeding in his plan. She shakes her head and snaps herself back to reality in an attempt to remove those depressing thoughts from her head. She grabs the foundation and begins rubbing her cheeks.
"This may only be an exhibition encounter with no potential World title opportunities in the future should I manage to come out victorious, I must use this time wisely to showcase to the people that I am still someone they can support and someone they can trust. A chance to become the most beautiful World champion of all time right now is too early in my plans on the drawing board. Too many obstacles and goals to achieve in a short period of time has been my undoing before, I must take it slowly... plus, I doubt the world isn't ready for this amount of gorgeousness reigning supreme about it all."
She lets out a smirk as she admires herself in the mirror. Eve puts down the foundation and goes to the lipstick, adding the final touches.
"But I wouldn't kiss any title opportunities goodbye at this stage. I'm sure there is still room in my fashion library for a shiny gold belt around my waist. I mean, gold does go with everything... especially one that represents some of the greatest fashion cities on Earth such as Paris, Milan and, dare I say it, the kawaii fantasies of Tokyo!"
Eve chuckles to herself, taking a break from her lipstick to pose for herself in the mirror and imagine a championship around her waist.
"As I promised to myself though, that is for another day. My number one priority is to use Matt Tastic's status as World Champion to encourage everyone to follow my lead to making this world a more modern, more beautiful place. Should I win, all eyes are on me. Should I lose, I become a martyr for my cause... so there really isn't a loss at all to be had!"
Eve finishes up with the lipstick and presses her lips together, satisfied with her look.
"Wow. I feel better already. Who said a quick makeover sesh was bad for people? I think Matty would love to have his own private one as well. I know he was born ugly but that's okay, the Fabulous One doesn't minding beating the ugly out of him... even if I have to break a few fingernails to do it."
She smirks and chuckles again before kissing the mirror, leaving her lip prints on the glass behind as she walks off.
"Let's go start a new revolution darlings. Ciao!"
