Kimberly looked up from her notes long enough to give her cameraman two thumbs up after she checked to make sure the cameras were both in the right place: one focused on her and one focused on where her tall guest would sit. She had perched up on her knees in the chair just to be sure said guest's head would line up with the lens. Over her years of interviews, the intrepid reporter had learned she could get a lot more out of her interviewees without a loaded crew around, and more often than not, it was best if Kimberly herself was the only other person in the room. Add in the comfort of one of the training rooms, workout equipment, mats, and a ground-level ring hovering in the background, and she had an environment ripe for learning all about Ms. Mary Bloom - and perhaps talking her into some holds demonstrations.
The brunette was determined to make this demonstration idea work. It was like 3D printing a sports journalism award. The League's fans loved watching beautiful women in action, they loved watching behind-the-scenes action, they loved following Kimberly's socials. What better way to prove herself the world's best journalist on the technical aspects of wrestling than starting a series of interviews where she had to face popular wrestlers' holds? It was a foolproof plan, and Kimberly was utterly determined to prove that to the marketing execs. She may or may not have snuck on some suitable wrestling gear beneath her formal attire, just in case.
She took out a small pocket mirror to check her hair and makeup one last time before Mary's arrival which, a quick check of her phone told her, was due anytime. "You're free to go, Charlie. She'll be here in a sec. And when you get a chance later, send me the reel from the Izara-Timmons do-over, yeah?" Without a word, as per usual, the man nodded and slipped out of the room. She had worked with him for years, and she had never once heard him say more than a bunch of grunts. Strange guy. Reliable guy, though.
She picked a few bits of lint off of her skirt, checked her shirt buttons which were wont to pop off, and decided she was ready. Figuring Mary could let herself in since Charlie had left the door ajar, the journalist sat down to review her notes one last time and rhythmically tap her heel on the floor.