Post by "Action" Jack Jackson on Sept 7, 2019 7:14:10 GMT -5
Click! We're here live on about an hour prior to Trinity's biggest ever show; The Big Time kicking off at eight o'clock in the evening -- also live -- from Staples Center in Los Angeles, California Our segment opens up with the image of the viewers were presented with the mouthwatering (for the straight males watching at the very least) sight of the lovely interviewer. Standing behind the Trinity emblem briefly as across the bottom of your screen would be a ticker-tape with updates and Tweets and the like and a rather large TV monitor, showing highlights of past weeks of Sin! Jerika Mason stands there, mic in hand and sporting a tight red dress with no straps, a small upside-down triangle directly in the middle of the top, with a black slip of fabric beneath it. Her lipstick would match the shade of her dress, and her hair would be styled in her usual fashion. She would, too, wear a happy smile -- she clearly loves her job.
Jerika Manson "Ladies and gentleman, welcome back to the preshow, we're but mere moments away from the big opening contest; a proving grounds match between two of the Trinity's newest acquisitions; The younger brother of Solomon Graham, Noah Graham and of course, none other than the man I have here with me, "Action" Jack Jackson.
The camera zooms out enough to give the fans a sight of not only Jerika Manson but the man at her side… or at least the man supposed to be at her side. Jerika seems to be too engrossed with the camera to even notice that her interviewee isn't present. Her eyes wander over the camera, and she finally gets the message that "Action" Jack Jackson isn't there, until she looks downwards, the lens following her eyesight. The man of the hour finally gifts the fans with his appearance finishing off one-handed push-ups, already in his star-spangled wrestling spandex and counting rather loudly at that. Once he reaches the quad figures, he gets back up to a vertical base, wiping the sweat off his hands and jogging on the spot for but a few seconds.
Jerika Manson "Jack, in just a few minutes you'll be making your official deb-"
Jackson dashes a single thick finger in front of Manson's lips, practically shoving the microphone out of the way in the process. A deep stare happens between them, one that should be classified as creepy over love at first sight. Jackson's mighty hand moves slowly towards Manson's microphone wielding handing, bringing it towards his mouth, his attention, however, still focused solely on Manson.
"Action" Jack Jackson: "You mind…"
He pauses, allowing Jerika to quizzically reply:
Jerika Manson: "Mind what?"
Jackson's other hand slowly rises up with a bottle in his hand, the scripture on the tag unreadable from a distance, but the interviewee does not take too long to inform us about its contents.
"Action" Jack Jackson:"Oilin' me up!"
The absurdity of the statement combined with the seriousness of Jackson's tone amount to a few seconds of awkward silence before the crowd find themselves humoured by the newly signed superstar. Manson's mouth finds itself gaped open, at a loss for words.
Jerika Manson: "W-what?"
The all America doesn't bother waiting for an affirmation of his request. He simply grabs the microphone, interchanging it with the bottle of oil and taking down his straps to let the interviewer do the work.
"Action" Jack Jackson: "Oil me up! It adds definition, makes me more slippery too. A real American not only needs to look good, but he needs to wrestle good, that's when the oil comes in!"
As if that should satisfy her question, Jackson closes his eyes and outstretches his arm, patiently waiting for Manson to fulfil the favour. It's not as if she has many choices but to refuse, after all, it doesn't seem like the interview will progress if she doesn't. She musters the courage to put a little oil in her hands and begins rubbing the man's prize-worthy chest. Jackson begins jiggily them, as easily as he could move his very fingers, only emphasizing furthermore how physically jacked he truly was, while also earning a giggle from Manson. It isn't too long before Jackson deems the action to be enough and returns the microphone to the interviewer.
Jerika Manson "As I was saying, in just a few minutes you'll be making your official debut in the Trinity ring, how does it feel to make your arrival on such a big stage."
She leans the microphone towards Action Jackson who breathes heavily, obviously investing thought into the question. A smile, measuring from ear to ear, breaks out on the face of Jack Jackson who leans forward to show Jerika his tree trunk size arms.
"Action" Jack Jackson "You see that Jerika? They're goose-bumps. There are two reasons for the goosebumps on my arm Jerika, and neither of them is because I'm nervous, trust me on that! The reasons for these two goose bumps are very simple, firstly… because a couple minutes ago, one of the finest women in the world was rubbing oil on my chest. Be jealous gentlemen."
He grins towards the camera, earning another giggle from the buxom interviewer next to him. He's so smooth.
"Action" Jack Jackson "But the other reason for the goosebumps is because I'm excited Jerika. There's electricity running through the air, you get the feeling that… a new era is coming to the Trinity wrestling world. Something never seen before has arrived. It comes in the form of six foot and six inches… two hundred and ninety pounds of pure muscle! They refer to him by the name of "Action" Jack Jackson, and the fact is that… as sure as I'm strong… I'm also fast… I'm intimidating!, back there backstage, wandering around the hallways like a chicken waiting in a tiny little cage to get their heads chopped up… is my opponent… Noah Graham Just as I've done my research, that fine young gentleman have done his research, he now knows what he's facing, and he's quivering in their boots. He's shaking. He's got goosebumps bigger than my chests, and you've felt my chest Jerika, you know how big they can be."
He pauses for a second, and once more to emphasize his point of view, his chest move up and down in a rhythmic drum roll like fashion, his eyebrows moving to the exact same beat.
"Action" Jack Jackson" The man backstage getting ready to step into the ring with "Action" Jack Jackson is afraid. Look up my Wikipedia page Jerika, I know you've got high enough a salary for that data plan on your phone. Look up "Action" Jack Jackson. Scroll down, read that history! Read what it says! I paid someone to edit it myself! 2005, I was climbing Mount Everest. 2006, I was training Zidane some self-defence! In 2012, I saved the world from the Mayan Prophecy. You're welcome! What has Noah Graham done to get this far Jerika? Look his name up! Check if they got that Wikipedia page?"
He pauses, and Jerika who had never actually even verified if Jack Jackson was speaking the truth or not just looked absently around as Jackson awaited an answer, one he never actually expected to get in the first place.
"Action" Jack Jackson" That's right Jerika, he ain't got no Wikipedia page, the closest thing he's got worth publishing is that he has a big boy brother, and he's got a big boy daddy, and he's getting to face "Action" Jack Jackson on his debut night. I still dug up some information, the Alpha Male had to get ready, and he got his secret service to get some details down on his scrawny ass! He's a graham, he's the latest in a long line of hardcore wrestlers. Canadian, hardcore wrestling. Chairs. Chains and weapons Weapons? Bitch, please! As far as I recall, the only weapon you'll have to use are your arms… and your legs… and look at me… that ain't gonna' help you much. Lemme' clarify something little bitty baby Graham…. even if you had in your hands, at this very moment, a sniper and a clean shot at my chest, and you pulled that trigger with those sweaty hot dog fingers, the bullet would break upon hitting my chest! That's right, Noah Strike as hard as you can, get me in perfect sight, line me up nice and slow, it won't make a difference baby Graham. Because when the going gets tough, "Action Jack Jackson" s gets tougher. Shit, how do you think Obama got through his first day as President, Lee Oswald Jr. went running when he saw "Action" Jack Jackson was in charge of that security. He ain't want NONE of this!"
He proudly stated brushing the mounting sweat on his nose and happily reminiscing the memories of his 2008 position as head of Obama's personal security, either delusional or a modern-day Hercules.
"Action" Jack Jackson: "This is the big time, baby! This is our debut! On the biggest show in trinity. The lights are on bright, and they're shining down on us! The pressure's on! It's gonna get HOT! Tonight baby! And I don't think baby Graham can take the heat when we step into the ring, and we both square off, you'll figure out very quickly… that you can't stand the heat, I bring to the ring. It'll only be a matter of minutes before you're sent squirming your way out of that kitchen because it got just a little bit too hot for you to handle."
Jackson smiles self assured as he continues
"Action" Jack Jackson: The fact of the matter altogether remains, however, that "Action" Jack Jackson has arrived, and no man, I DON'T CARE WHO HIS DADDY IS! … is gonna stand in his way. I'm gonna come in, much like Muhammad Ali… a big bad monster taking out everybody. Three seconds? Give me ten seconds Jerika. Ten seconds. Count it with me… nice and slow… One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten! Give me all the ten counts, multiply that by ten once more too… you still following me? Yeah? Well, put that number to the power of the tenth. Whatever that equals, that's how long Noah Graham is going to remain on the mat, and on the stretcher, and on the hospital beds after that second bell rings and Alara calls my name out loud and proudly! Frankly Jerika, today is just the beginning, it's a big and bright beginning, but it's just the beginning, what we should be talking about… is weeks, maybe months if we're being generous, from now, when Jack comes down to run through the entire roster. LEX IS GONNA FEEL THE POWER OF MY AMERICAN OILY PECS! DUNCAN IS GONNA GET DUNKED ON! Par-
Jackson stops abruptly as he breathes out suddenly and stares off into the distance her eyes narrowing
"Action" Jack Jackson: "Parsha. Communist"
He spits that out with such venom and hatred that Jerika shifts uncomfortably before Jackson snaps out of his daydream and back into reality.
"Action" Jack Jackson: Until one-day fans watching worldwide, will see a red white and blue cyclone comes-a striking, down on that snowstorm straight down to the mat, and it'll be a mere seconds later before "Action" Jack Jackson is world champion! With Old Glory and a newly liberated world title lying over my big ol' American titties! That day's coming yall' but for tonight. "Action" Jack Jackson" has to mark his yard and clean some Canucks outta there!!"
Trinity s self-proclaimed Alpha Male returns the microphone, showering Jerika with another smirk before departing from the set and seemingly making his way towards the wrestling ring, drawing an even mixture of cheers from a still unsure crowd, screaming out "WOOO!"
Jerika Manson: "That's all for now, back to you guys, at ringside.
Jerika Manson "Ladies and gentleman, welcome back to the preshow, we're but mere moments away from the big opening contest; a proving grounds match between two of the Trinity's newest acquisitions; The younger brother of Solomon Graham, Noah Graham and of course, none other than the man I have here with me, "Action" Jack Jackson.
The camera zooms out enough to give the fans a sight of not only Jerika Manson but the man at her side… or at least the man supposed to be at her side. Jerika seems to be too engrossed with the camera to even notice that her interviewee isn't present. Her eyes wander over the camera, and she finally gets the message that "Action" Jack Jackson isn't there, until she looks downwards, the lens following her eyesight. The man of the hour finally gifts the fans with his appearance finishing off one-handed push-ups, already in his star-spangled wrestling spandex and counting rather loudly at that. Once he reaches the quad figures, he gets back up to a vertical base, wiping the sweat off his hands and jogging on the spot for but a few seconds.
Jerika Manson "Jack, in just a few minutes you'll be making your official deb-"
Jackson dashes a single thick finger in front of Manson's lips, practically shoving the microphone out of the way in the process. A deep stare happens between them, one that should be classified as creepy over love at first sight. Jackson's mighty hand moves slowly towards Manson's microphone wielding handing, bringing it towards his mouth, his attention, however, still focused solely on Manson.
"Action" Jack Jackson: "You mind…"
He pauses, allowing Jerika to quizzically reply:
Jerika Manson: "Mind what?"
Jackson's other hand slowly rises up with a bottle in his hand, the scripture on the tag unreadable from a distance, but the interviewee does not take too long to inform us about its contents.
"Action" Jack Jackson:"Oilin' me up!"
The absurdity of the statement combined with the seriousness of Jackson's tone amount to a few seconds of awkward silence before the crowd find themselves humoured by the newly signed superstar. Manson's mouth finds itself gaped open, at a loss for words.
Jerika Manson: "W-what?"
The all America doesn't bother waiting for an affirmation of his request. He simply grabs the microphone, interchanging it with the bottle of oil and taking down his straps to let the interviewer do the work.
"Action" Jack Jackson: "Oil me up! It adds definition, makes me more slippery too. A real American not only needs to look good, but he needs to wrestle good, that's when the oil comes in!"
As if that should satisfy her question, Jackson closes his eyes and outstretches his arm, patiently waiting for Manson to fulfil the favour. It's not as if she has many choices but to refuse, after all, it doesn't seem like the interview will progress if she doesn't. She musters the courage to put a little oil in her hands and begins rubbing the man's prize-worthy chest. Jackson begins jiggily them, as easily as he could move his very fingers, only emphasizing furthermore how physically jacked he truly was, while also earning a giggle from Manson. It isn't too long before Jackson deems the action to be enough and returns the microphone to the interviewer.
Jerika Manson "As I was saying, in just a few minutes you'll be making your official debut in the Trinity ring, how does it feel to make your arrival on such a big stage."
She leans the microphone towards Action Jackson who breathes heavily, obviously investing thought into the question. A smile, measuring from ear to ear, breaks out on the face of Jack Jackson who leans forward to show Jerika his tree trunk size arms.
"Action" Jack Jackson "You see that Jerika? They're goose-bumps. There are two reasons for the goosebumps on my arm Jerika, and neither of them is because I'm nervous, trust me on that! The reasons for these two goose bumps are very simple, firstly… because a couple minutes ago, one of the finest women in the world was rubbing oil on my chest. Be jealous gentlemen."
He grins towards the camera, earning another giggle from the buxom interviewer next to him. He's so smooth.
"Action" Jack Jackson "But the other reason for the goosebumps is because I'm excited Jerika. There's electricity running through the air, you get the feeling that… a new era is coming to the Trinity wrestling world. Something never seen before has arrived. It comes in the form of six foot and six inches… two hundred and ninety pounds of pure muscle! They refer to him by the name of "Action" Jack Jackson, and the fact is that… as sure as I'm strong… I'm also fast… I'm intimidating!, back there backstage, wandering around the hallways like a chicken waiting in a tiny little cage to get their heads chopped up… is my opponent… Noah Graham Just as I've done my research, that fine young gentleman have done his research, he now knows what he's facing, and he's quivering in their boots. He's shaking. He's got goosebumps bigger than my chests, and you've felt my chest Jerika, you know how big they can be."
He pauses for a second, and once more to emphasize his point of view, his chest move up and down in a rhythmic drum roll like fashion, his eyebrows moving to the exact same beat.
"Action" Jack Jackson" The man backstage getting ready to step into the ring with "Action" Jack Jackson is afraid. Look up my Wikipedia page Jerika, I know you've got high enough a salary for that data plan on your phone. Look up "Action" Jack Jackson. Scroll down, read that history! Read what it says! I paid someone to edit it myself! 2005, I was climbing Mount Everest. 2006, I was training Zidane some self-defence! In 2012, I saved the world from the Mayan Prophecy. You're welcome! What has Noah Graham done to get this far Jerika? Look his name up! Check if they got that Wikipedia page?"
He pauses, and Jerika who had never actually even verified if Jack Jackson was speaking the truth or not just looked absently around as Jackson awaited an answer, one he never actually expected to get in the first place.
"Action" Jack Jackson" That's right Jerika, he ain't got no Wikipedia page, the closest thing he's got worth publishing is that he has a big boy brother, and he's got a big boy daddy, and he's getting to face "Action" Jack Jackson on his debut night. I still dug up some information, the Alpha Male had to get ready, and he got his secret service to get some details down on his scrawny ass! He's a graham, he's the latest in a long line of hardcore wrestlers. Canadian, hardcore wrestling. Chairs. Chains and weapons Weapons? Bitch, please! As far as I recall, the only weapon you'll have to use are your arms… and your legs… and look at me… that ain't gonna' help you much. Lemme' clarify something little bitty baby Graham…. even if you had in your hands, at this very moment, a sniper and a clean shot at my chest, and you pulled that trigger with those sweaty hot dog fingers, the bullet would break upon hitting my chest! That's right, Noah Strike as hard as you can, get me in perfect sight, line me up nice and slow, it won't make a difference baby Graham. Because when the going gets tough, "Action Jack Jackson" s gets tougher. Shit, how do you think Obama got through his first day as President, Lee Oswald Jr. went running when he saw "Action" Jack Jackson was in charge of that security. He ain't want NONE of this!"
He proudly stated brushing the mounting sweat on his nose and happily reminiscing the memories of his 2008 position as head of Obama's personal security, either delusional or a modern-day Hercules.
"Action" Jack Jackson: "This is the big time, baby! This is our debut! On the biggest show in trinity. The lights are on bright, and they're shining down on us! The pressure's on! It's gonna get HOT! Tonight baby! And I don't think baby Graham can take the heat when we step into the ring, and we both square off, you'll figure out very quickly… that you can't stand the heat, I bring to the ring. It'll only be a matter of minutes before you're sent squirming your way out of that kitchen because it got just a little bit too hot for you to handle."
Jackson smiles self assured as he continues
"Action" Jack Jackson: The fact of the matter altogether remains, however, that "Action" Jack Jackson has arrived, and no man, I DON'T CARE WHO HIS DADDY IS! … is gonna stand in his way. I'm gonna come in, much like Muhammad Ali… a big bad monster taking out everybody. Three seconds? Give me ten seconds Jerika. Ten seconds. Count it with me… nice and slow… One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten! Give me all the ten counts, multiply that by ten once more too… you still following me? Yeah? Well, put that number to the power of the tenth. Whatever that equals, that's how long Noah Graham is going to remain on the mat, and on the stretcher, and on the hospital beds after that second bell rings and Alara calls my name out loud and proudly! Frankly Jerika, today is just the beginning, it's a big and bright beginning, but it's just the beginning, what we should be talking about… is weeks, maybe months if we're being generous, from now, when Jack comes down to run through the entire roster. LEX IS GONNA FEEL THE POWER OF MY AMERICAN OILY PECS! DUNCAN IS GONNA GET DUNKED ON! Par-
Jackson stops abruptly as he breathes out suddenly and stares off into the distance her eyes narrowing
"Action" Jack Jackson: "Parsha. Communist"
He spits that out with such venom and hatred that Jerika shifts uncomfortably before Jackson snaps out of his daydream and back into reality.
"Action" Jack Jackson: Until one-day fans watching worldwide, will see a red white and blue cyclone comes-a striking, down on that snowstorm straight down to the mat, and it'll be a mere seconds later before "Action" Jack Jackson is world champion! With Old Glory and a newly liberated world title lying over my big ol' American titties! That day's coming yall' but for tonight. "Action" Jack Jackson" has to mark his yard and clean some Canucks outta there!!"
Trinity s self-proclaimed Alpha Male returns the microphone, showering Jerika with another smirk before departing from the set and seemingly making his way towards the wrestling ring, drawing an even mixture of cheers from a still unsure crowd, screaming out "WOOO!"
Jerika Manson: "That's all for now, back to you guys, at ringside.