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| Office Space; Joint Frisco and Caveman Bob | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 8 2008, 02:01 AM (29 Views) | |
| frisco | Dec 8 2008, 02:01 AM Post #1 |
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Note: Thanks to Caveman Bob for working with me on this rp. Iman sorted the mail with a smile on her face. It was the simplest of jobs in the ACW offices, and the first one Candace always asked Iman if she wanted to do. The Samoan powerhouse had truly struck gold when she ran into Candace. Candace was not only smart enough to know that Iman had no business working in an office environment under any circumstances, but was kind enough to cover for her while she taught her what to do and how to do it. Iman was still far from secretary material, but after a month of training she was competent enough to do most of the things that were expected from her. Just as long as no one asked her to change the toner on the copy machine or go anywhere near Excel or Powerpoint. Iman So who this McKenzie girl? Candace shrugged, smiling as she handed her friend a fresh stack of papers. Candace I not know her. She new to ACW. Iman Ever see her in another federation? Candace again smiles, shaking her head as she took a seat on the corner of her desk. It was already noon and lunch was beckoning. The Asian beauty was a tad concerned because she took Iman to a nice Japanese restaurant yesterday and today it was the Island beauties day to pick the place to eat. She silently prayed that there were McDonalds in Samoa. Candace Nervous about the match? Iman A little. Iman not sure how my style wrestling will work in ACW. Candace nodded in agreement. She was very intimidated herself where she first arrived in the old IWA. Candace had trained to wrestle in Japan, so the culture gap was considerable. Candace You do fine. Just wrestle the way you feel comfortable. Iman But maybe I should train with you…maybe I be better off jumping off ropes and doing that instead of just stupid chop chop kick kick headbut… Candace chuckled, shaking her head as she gentle ran her hand over Iman’s shoulder to comfort her. She didn’t want to let her in on that minor detail that her style of wrestling was a tad more complex that just jumping off the ropes. A corkscrew moonsault always looked easier to do than it actually was. Candace I think you have your own style of wrestling and as long as you stay true to that than you do fine. Iman smiled nervously, slowly dropping her eyes to her unique animal print leotard—her trademarked “leopard skins.” The Island girl had sported the same colorful fashion garb since her arrival in the IWA several years earlier. The leotard was hand made in Samoa and had been a favorite everyday wear item for her since her childhood. The garment was made out of faux leotard fir—and while not the genuine article it was ridiculously comfortable and seemed perfect ring wear for her. But of course by now she was thinking the brightly colored leopard pattern might look a bit too Tarzan-ish in the new ACW federation. It was one thing to feel at home and be comfortable, but if embracing her heritage was going to be a cause of embarrassment for the promotion perhaps a change was in order. Iman Maybe I need new outfit…look more like the other wrestlers… Candace again smiled. The last thing she wanted was for Iman to change a thing. She thought Iman looked terrific in that cute little animal print outfit so any suggestion for a change was certainly not going to be coming from her. Candace I think you just worry about the match itself. What you wear…how you talk…that who you are and you should never change that. Candace nervously bit at her lower lip, not wanting to give to much information in her words but still wanting to get the message across as simply as possible for Iman to understand. Candace I really like Iman just the way she is. I’d hate to see you change anything… Iman smiled warmly, nodding in agreement as she gave the Asian beauty a warm hug. Candace beamed brightly as she embraced her friend. The Island beauty did not have to know that Candace was bisexual or that she really enjoyed seeing Iman wearing skimpy leopard skins all day; just as long as she knew that Candace liked her for who she was and didn’t want her to change a thing. Candace So what’s for lunch today? Iman smiled, glancing at the clock at showed 12:15. Iman Pizza hut? Candace Sounds like a plan. |
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