A lone interviewer and a cameraman roamed the Climax Control parking lot. The interviewer paced in and out of shot, the microphone clenched within his balled fist.
«: INTERVIEWER :»
"Jesus Christ! Not one interview. The show is literally about to air, and we’ve not had a single superstar share five minutes with us. I’m getting shitcanned if we don’t think of something fast."
Gabriel Asar was spotted walking in their direction. The interviewer forced out a cough and motioned for the cameraman to film the SCW superstar.
«: INTERVIEWER :»
"Uh, Gabriel. Can we quickly get a word regarding your match tonight. It’s your return match, how seriously will you be taking it?"
Midstep, Gabriel paused and turned toward the two men standing to his side.
«: GABRIEL ASAR :»
"You’re kidding me, right? It’s against Johnny Ajax. Apart from appearing in Pacific Pro, he’s done nothing special enough for me to take him seriously. Look at me, I’m not even in my ring gear yet, just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Surely that tells everyone how easily I think I’ll win tonight."
«: INTERVIEWER :»
"Aren’t you even a little bit frightened stepping into the ring against someone you know very little about?"
«: GABRIEL ASAR :»
"Frightened? Am I fu--"
«: INTERVIEWER :»
"Cut!"
The uninterested and smirking Gabriel turned and carried on walking.
«: INTERVIEWER :»
"This is an absolute joke. We’ve got no footage at all."
The interviewer aspirated his words and flailed his arms in a mixture of frustration and exhaustion.
«: INTERVIEWER :»
"Turn it off. Let’s go home."
The cameraman switched off the camera.
