You were in the back, getting ready for your next match. The bandages on your knuckles soothed the pain from your last match. You were quiet until someone disturbed the peace.

A blonde, blue-eyed woman came into the room and began to set up cameras.

“Who are you?” you said sternly as you began to walk towards her.

“I’m here for your interview. Did your manager not tell you about me? Call me Miss Claire,” she said as she held out her hand for you to shake.