Post by 3rdkind on Sept 24, 2015 21:22:21 GMT -5
A cell phone camera turns on facing a mirror, it is held by UWR interviewer Kyra Clark. With her other hand she absent-mindedly smoothes out the wrinkles in her dress, and straightens her jacket. "Once moment, just wait in the chair" she calls out to whoever is inside her hotel room. " I come back from dinner and you have one of them just in my room," she whispers to the camera, " if this some kind of test Bishop, its very unprofessional. But I will get you your interview because I am a journalist, and that means speaking to masked men alone in your hotel room."
Kyra Clark turns and exits the bathroom into her modest hotel room, outside the window Pratt St. glows with the brake lights of traffic while orange and black garbed people meander about. In the the plastic office chair by the window, 3rd Kind spins in circles, knees to his chest and scribbling intently on the Marriot notepad. He is already wearing his ring gear, and his shoulder is already painted. He he stops facing the wall then, crosses his legs, and smoothly spins to face Kyra with all the gusto of a practiced Bond villain. " So now is a good time for an interview?"
Kyra- "Yes, I suppose it's as good as any."
Kyra props up some pillows and positions her phone so it can see both her and 3rd Kind. She sits down on the luggage stool and clears her throat.
Kyra- "Hello, I am Kyra Clark and I am here with... "
3rd Kind holds up the Marriot notepad for Kyra to see.
Kyra- "I am here with the Masked Man from Mars, 3rd Kind."
3rd Kind- " Hello Kyra, it is, a pleasure to finally meet you, you look sexually attractive."
Kyra-" Ahem okay, Thanks? Um, First lets ask the simple questions, tell us what brings you to UWR?"
3rd Kind- " Sorry, I still haven't acclimated my vernacular. I have come a long way from home to achieve my dream of being a champion, to follow in the foot steps of my heroes, and most of all first hand hear the cheers of Earth."
Kyra-" And where is home exactly?"
3rd Kind- Points skyward at a 45 degree angle while maintaining mask-to-eye contact "The red one, that way, I thought I made that clear in my tagline. It would benefit your interview if you payed attention to such things."
Kyra- " Okay, sticking with the Kaythingy got it, Mars. Are there many luchadores on Mars?
3rd Kind-" Not anymore, I left. Martial Combat on mars is strictly prohibited and their is nothing on that duthty rock, daddeh, like the spectacle of Professioanal Wrestling, so again, thats why I crashed in a field of your corns, speaking of which have you had lettuce yet, it is Amazing! It's like water.."
Kyra- " Yes, yes, I've had lettuce it's great, I guess. What are your plans going into the Battle Royal at The Christening this Friday?
3rd Kind-" Well I have planned, and studied and calculated all possible outcomes. Each successful outcome ending with me as the first UWR champion stems from the variable where I do not go over the top rope, but all my competitors do, nor do my feet touch the ground. So, in conclusion since anti- gravity has been outlawed by Mr. Bishop, I know I asked, i intend to jettison my rivals and remain the last in the ring."
Kyra- " Sounds like a great plan, and what do you think of the contenders?"
3rd Kind- "Gates, threat level low, life of luxury and lack of adversity will make one soft, will not have the required drive, Rastasson, interesting, of two worlds like myself, Pimps, unsure how the facilitation of paid sex transactions effects the squared circle, Buddy Love, looking forward to testing myself against him, the short one unnerves me, Mustang, he is wrong, he is an anomaly, I will correct that. Your recording device is low on its power stores."
Kyra- " I thought I just charge..."
The phone beeps a demanding beep informing Kyra of its low battery.
Kyra-" Okay, well, 3rd Kind, thank you for the interview and best of luck Friday."
3rd Kind-" Thank you Kyra, it was a pleasure. I look forward to doing this again." 3rd Kind stands up and adjusts his mask, pausing for an awkward moment. "Prodigious, wonderful, tune in next time."
3rd Kind shuffles past her bed and makes for the door. Kyra picks up the notepad and begins to flip through it as the camera shuts off.
Kyra Clark turns and exits the bathroom into her modest hotel room, outside the window Pratt St. glows with the brake lights of traffic while orange and black garbed people meander about. In the the plastic office chair by the window, 3rd Kind spins in circles, knees to his chest and scribbling intently on the Marriot notepad. He is already wearing his ring gear, and his shoulder is already painted. He he stops facing the wall then, crosses his legs, and smoothly spins to face Kyra with all the gusto of a practiced Bond villain. " So now is a good time for an interview?"
Kyra- "Yes, I suppose it's as good as any."
Kyra props up some pillows and positions her phone so it can see both her and 3rd Kind. She sits down on the luggage stool and clears her throat.
Kyra- "Hello, I am Kyra Clark and I am here with... "
3rd Kind holds up the Marriot notepad for Kyra to see.
Kyra- "I am here with the Masked Man from Mars, 3rd Kind."
3rd Kind- " Hello Kyra, it is, a pleasure to finally meet you, you look sexually attractive."
Kyra-" Ahem okay, Thanks? Um, First lets ask the simple questions, tell us what brings you to UWR?"
3rd Kind- " Sorry, I still haven't acclimated my vernacular. I have come a long way from home to achieve my dream of being a champion, to follow in the foot steps of my heroes, and most of all first hand hear the cheers of Earth."
Kyra-" And where is home exactly?"
3rd Kind- Points skyward at a 45 degree angle while maintaining mask-to-eye contact "The red one, that way, I thought I made that clear in my tagline. It would benefit your interview if you payed attention to such things."
Kyra- " Okay, sticking with the Kaythingy got it, Mars. Are there many luchadores on Mars?
3rd Kind-" Not anymore, I left. Martial Combat on mars is strictly prohibited and their is nothing on that duthty rock, daddeh, like the spectacle of Professioanal Wrestling, so again, thats why I crashed in a field of your corns, speaking of which have you had lettuce yet, it is Amazing! It's like water.."
Kyra- " Yes, yes, I've had lettuce it's great, I guess. What are your plans going into the Battle Royal at The Christening this Friday?
3rd Kind-" Well I have planned, and studied and calculated all possible outcomes. Each successful outcome ending with me as the first UWR champion stems from the variable where I do not go over the top rope, but all my competitors do, nor do my feet touch the ground. So, in conclusion since anti- gravity has been outlawed by Mr. Bishop, I know I asked, i intend to jettison my rivals and remain the last in the ring."
Kyra- " Sounds like a great plan, and what do you think of the contenders?"
3rd Kind- "Gates, threat level low, life of luxury and lack of adversity will make one soft, will not have the required drive, Rastasson, interesting, of two worlds like myself, Pimps, unsure how the facilitation of paid sex transactions effects the squared circle, Buddy Love, looking forward to testing myself against him, the short one unnerves me, Mustang, he is wrong, he is an anomaly, I will correct that. Your recording device is low on its power stores."
Kyra- " I thought I just charge..."
The phone beeps a demanding beep informing Kyra of its low battery.
Kyra-" Okay, well, 3rd Kind, thank you for the interview and best of luck Friday."
3rd Kind-" Thank you Kyra, it was a pleasure. I look forward to doing this again." 3rd Kind stands up and adjusts his mask, pausing for an awkward moment. "Prodigious, wonderful, tune in next time."
3rd Kind shuffles past her bed and makes for the door. Kyra picks up the notepad and begins to flip through it as the camera shuts off.