Britannia

You'll be interviewing Britannia, and already know that some danger could be involved there if she perceives a lack of respect. Given your personality, you could easily slip and say something to offend her. On the other hand, you've done well by simply saying what you think and having a "take it or leave it" attitude in that way. You figure you'll just wing it, not go out of your way to offend, but not pull any punches, either.

You knock at her locker room door, a bold move to begin with. Britannia has managed to pull out a hard victory and may have suffered a minor injury. Still, after a moment, the door opens and she looks you over with imperious curiosity. She actually towers over your 5'10" standing at 6'4", so you're about head level with her very large and firm boobs. Still, you look straight up into her eyes and give her your cheeky grin.

"You'd be that Johnson fellow they warned me about," says Britannia, getting straight to the point, "They told me you'd stoop to any level to get all of my private personal secrets."

"That's me," you answer, "so to save a bit of time, how low would you like me to stoop?"

"I do like my men at my feet," says Britannia, amused by your ballsy attitude, "but we'll see about that later. Meantime, provide me with one good reason why I should speak with you at all."

"Because you happen to be, not only the most powerful, but the most beautiful and daring lady wrestler in the league," you say, deciding a bit of exaggerated flattery isn't out of order, "and the world should know from you what you think instead of simply speculating as they will do anyway."

"Well, you're at least observant," says Britannia, smirking, "come in, then."

You enter the room with Britannia.