Cyrene sighed. She had been called to do an interview with a promising new writer for the LAW Magazine. As a rule of thumb, Cyrene wasn’t fond of interviews. She thought they were staged and to find she hadn’t been given a script was a downer and had put her in an already foul mood, like the day she discovered Santa Claus did NOT exist and he did NOT run a meth empire..
She sighed again, a long and dreary one, that bode little well for people. Well, she supposed.. it was best to get it over with. She was standing outside of the predetermined location in street wear. She was supposed to be in a more formal outfit, but Cyrene could really not care less and had every intention of hitting the arcade next to bully kids in video games.
Now lets see, who did she have as her interviewer..? Spoiler
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.. oh, yes. She knocked on the door, plastering a neutral smile on her face..
“Hello! Miss Arma-Gil-O? Cyrene here, for the interview!”
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Gil opened the door into her small space she called an office! It was decorated in a way that anyone who knew Gil thought it might be, plushies on shelves, a fuzzy pink rug, scattered around with many knick-knacks in a kind of organized clutter of cuteness! There was a corner used for video segments and pictures, and another side of the room where Gil setup shop at a desk, working away on her articles!
Gil wore a rather casual attire, a white skirt that came a little more than halfway up her thighs, and a white and pink hoodie that looked a size too large for her. Spoiler
"...That's me...! Please, come in...!" Gil welcomed her guest. "...It's nice to have you, please, have a seat...!" Gil motioned to a rather comfy looking chair on the opposite side of her desk as she walked around, plopping back down into her own!
"...Please excuse the smell, I accidently tipped over a candle onto the rug and now it's a little burnt and I can't get all the wax out...!" Gil nervously chuckled, noting the faint smell of charred strawberries. "...Ahem, now, is there anything I can get you? Or are you ready to start the interview?"
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When Cyrene entered the room, she thought she might just throw up. So much.. pink, glittery stuff. Plushies, fur rugs. Not that she minded them in general, but these were exceedingly cute. She wrinkled her face, looking at the biggest stuffed plushie there.. and actually smiled a bit.
What Gil could mistake as a happy expression was just Cyrene blissfully dreaming about smothering Gil under the plushie. Shaking her head when she was addressed by LAW’s resident small and bootyful.. or so she claimed, superstar. She’d keep the smile on, although.. it was a little strained.
“Oh, I will.”
She said, a little ominously. Cyrene sat down, crossing her legs. She didn’t mind the smell, she actually quite found it lovely. It was the smell of a mishap, of a small hint of chaos in the perfectly plush and cute room she was in after all, and boy did she love it. The redhead did look at Gil’s outfit though..
[.. I’m in a fancy dress.. and she shows up in a hoodie? With nothing underneath?..
.. I never dress up. She better be one hell of an interviewer..]
“You can give me.. your SOUL!”
She said, glaring at her quite ominously, her voice dropping a few octaves in an attempt to scare Gil. But.. she’d soon snicker, shaking her head and waving her hand.
Gil welcomed the redhead into her room, rounding the desk to take a seat herself! The woman stuck out like a sore thumb in a room full of pastel colors and cute décor, but unless someone was matching Gil's aesthetic they were going to clash with her room rather strongly...!
Gil felt Cyrene's eye's scan her up and down briefly, she wondered if she made a good impression... She looked to her laptop, likely where she had written down some questions. before Cyrene's answered...! "...M-my soul...?" Gil was taken off guard, the woman's voice dropped rather low, almost to a growl, but she quickly realized it was a joke...!
"...R-right!" Mini-butt? She had never been called that before, she glanced down at herself in her chair, she filled it out nicely...! "...Well, first I have to say, it's great for you to take some time to sit with me, but I can dive right into the questions!" Gil cleared her throat. "...Ahem, what made you want to join L.A.W, or wrestling in the first place? Was there a calling?"
For a little punk, she did have a good opening question, Cyrene would give her that. While she adored the little stammering Gil was doing- and would have liked to do more of that.. she simply gave her a wink and proceeded to answer the question how she liked.
“I joined LAW.. because I could. There was a calling alright.. it let me do whatever i want, in front of a crowd to an unwilling opponent..
And i get paid for it. And the best part? The more extreme I go.. the more i stretch the elastic band of rules..
The more I’m liked. I don’t give a shit about being liked usually, but.. its pre-tty amusing to know there are still sickos like me in the world!”
Gil just then realized that Cyrene fit the mold pf L.A.W rather well, there were plenty of more twisted minds in this company, as a matter of fact, the seemed to outnumber more morally aligned ones, and the definitely outnumbered the seemingly endangered pure minded wrestlers...!
"...Well, I'll say you're right on the money there..." Gil couldn't help but agree. "...So I take that you enjoy... Dominating your opponents then...?" Gil blushed a bit asking this, but she was sure that had to be the case, just from her answer alone...!
"...But umm... Beyond that..." Gil cleared her throat again. "...You've made some waves as a young new talent, people really take notice of that, what would you say it's been like to have the spotlight on you?"
“Why, I love beating them senseless and bloody! And if you mean in the lewd way.. if they wanna fuck after or during.. I’m not really opposed!”
Cyrene said, smiling a little. She’d place a finger on her lip as she was asked the second question, tilting her head. She supposed she had, her debut being a victory in a handicap match and an interesting apartment match after.
[Young..? This little.. shrimp is probably a decade younger than me and she calls me young? Why I oughta..]
She’d keep her smile, before simply tilting her head.
“It’s been as it’s always been- as it should be. There’s none better to take the spotlight than moi.”
Gil was a little flustered by the answers she was given. Cyrene certainly wasn't she about her intention and desires, and in some regard the commanded respect, but Gil thought she may have been a bit too harsh...!
"...I suppose that's true, especially in a jungle like L.A.W, it's kind of a eat and be eaten league...!" Gil commented with a smile, she was able to move on rather quickly past that...!
"...Well, it's not entirely uncommon for young talent to take the spotlight, people love seeing a rookie step up and command the ring, especially better when they are able to dominate and humiliate a veteran...!" Gil giggled, then asking another question...! "...Are there any dream match-ups you have, someone you'd really like to face?"
Cyrene wrinkled her face up when she heard her being referred to as a young and up coming wrestler.. but a rookie? She’d exhale lightly.. she was older than this.. this little brat. How dare she call Cyrene a rookie of all things?
But again, Gil surprised her with a good question to put her mind on hold from mangling her.
“Oh, dream match ups.
Dunno. Anyone who isn’t a pussy I guess. I would say.. if it had to be anyone in particular.. one of those big, heavyweight blonde.. goody goody fucks that litter that tier. And I don’t mean the milfs. Cy Cy don’t usually do milfs. I’d rather pick someone like Kat Hart, Astrid Arvidson, Astrid.. whatever her name is- i always forget. Astrid two. Heavyweight champion, and the lot. It would be amazing to break them beneath my fingers, crush them like a mouldy apple..
.. otherwise.. someone I that REALLY digs me, I guess.”
Cyrene was always so harsh with her wording, something that made Gil shuffle a bit in her seat. She knew what she wanted, and seemed willing to do whatever it took to get it, but above all else the woman purely seemed like a sadist...!
"...All great wrestlers, made great waves in L.A.W and have become faces of the league!" Gil praised all the women her guest mentioned wanting to crush beneath her boot. "...So... You'd like to fight any of those girls, or someone who has a crush on you?" Gil interpreted her question as meaning she wanted to smack someone who had the hots for her, but she wasn't here to judge, that might be one of the least weird things she had witnesses in this league...!
"...Yeah, I saw that...!" Gil smiled at her. "...It was interesting to see! You're not very shy about your opinions, or really anything really...!" She chuckled, crossing her legs and leaning back into her comfy chair. "...Thinking about it, I think it's the first thing of it's kind of seen in L.A.W...!" Gil knew smash or pass lists existed, they were far too raunchy for her, she would blush just at hearing the title alone...!
"...I do wonder though, what inspired that? Was it on a whim, or was it more of a list of people for you to target?" Gil titled her head to the side like a curious dog!
