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| There might be Giants; Ugandan Giant roleplay | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 10 2008, 06:52 PM (37 Views) | |
| Caveman Bob | Dec 10 2008, 06:52 PM Post #1 |
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“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Mike Hilton held back a chuckle, rocking back on his black leather office chair as he watched Darnel Jackson pump himself up for the big interview. The Ugandan Giant was one of the most intriguing stars on the ACW roster, but to date no one had been able to garner an interview with the enigmatic star. Jackson was certain that he could land the interview—but he wasn’t exactly getting a lot of support from the new General manager. Jackson I’m sure I can talk to her. You know I have people skills—a lot of the stars that just aren’t able to relate to most interviewers tend to fall into a comfort zone with me. I guess they don’t see me as threatening. The Hammer rolled his eyes, stuffling a chuckle as he did to maintain a straight face. Hammer Yeah. I don’t think she will find you threatening. Jackson I’ll just find a way to bump into her, then casually use my charm to getting her to open up about her match with Allessia Bartuzzini. Hilton nodded, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he pondered how badly Jackson’s plan was destined to backfire. Hilton Does she even speak English? Jackson smiled broadly, heading towards the door with a grin on his face and a plan on his mind. Jackson Trust me, Mike. I’m an old Pro at this sort of thing… Hilton watched in silence as Jackson strutted his way towards the Ugandan Giants dressing room. He was certain this was a disaster in the making. “Hey…hold the elevator!” Jackson tightened his grip on his microphone as he scurried down the main corridor leading to the ACW elevators. He spotted the 400 plus pound Giant ducking to enter the elevator. He recognized his opportunity when he saw it and hurried to make his move. He raced to the elevator and slid into the narrow cart…stepping between the Ugandan Giant and her shaply slave girl Pamella. Jackson Thanks for holding the cart…wouldn’t want to do the stairs today… Jackson flashed a million watt smile. The Ugandan, who had not bothered to even look at him, pressed the button for the ground floor. Jackson Yup. I’m going to ground…guess were both going to the same place. The Ugandan continued to ignore Jackson. Pamella turned and offered a polite smile. Jackson So…you got a big match with Allessia Bartuzzini…nervous? The 140 pound Italian beauty, making her pro wrestling debut against the 400 pound Ugandan, did not seem to send chills down her spine. Jackson I mean I’m sure you’re confident that you will win and all. Just wanted to know if your nervous or anything… The Ugandan sighed, continuing to ignore Jackson’s persistant questions. A moment passed, then Jackson turned his attention to Pamella, resting his hand on the young, ebony beauties shoulder as he leaned close to whisper in her ear. Jackson Not much of a talker is she? Pamella nervously gulped air, glancing at Jackson’s wandering hand as a look of concern filled her eyes. Pamella No touch…Ugandan get angry… Jackson chuckled in amusement, gently rubbing Pamella’s back as he inched even closer. Jackson It’s cool brown sista…I think big and glum isn’t paying a lot of attention to me… Pamella again swallowed deeply, studying the Ugandan Giant as she inched away from Jackson. Pamella I don’t think that…she watching you now… Jackson again flashed a bright smile, turning to face the Ugandan, but the smile instantly faded as he noticed the incensed glare burning from behind the Ugandan’s eyes. The Giant was now standing over him, and the look on her face said kill. Jackson instantly pulled back from Pamella…stammering as he stepped back in the elevator. Pamella Uh…I just wanted an interview…tell her I didn’t mean anything in that… Pamella shrugged indifferently, the look of grave concern now replaced by a look of sorrow. Pamella Oh she not speak English… Jackson Why is she so pissed? Pamella blushed, moving closer to the Ugandan as the Giant balled his hands into tight fists. Pamella Ugi not like it when strangers touch Pamella…she very protective… Jackson But I wasn’t doing anything…just trying to get an interview… Jackson quickly reached to his side to push Pamella between him and the furious Giant. He inadvertently ended up placing his hand on the Giants slave girls butt…which was the worst possible of fatal errors the broadcasting buffoon could have made. Pamella Oh no… The Giant grabbed hold of Jackson’s neck…hoisting the terrified broadcaster into the air like a grown man would pick up an infant… {10 minutes later} The elevator door slowly opened, Mike Hilton walking in on his way to lunch as he found Jackson sprawled out of the ground with his clothing ripped and numerous bumps and bruises obvious to the eye. Hilton chuckled under his breath, hitting the ground floor button as he waited for the door to close. Hilton So…how did that interview go? |
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