A meeting with the boss (Oh Mortis...)
Posted by: Bill Ding on 05/22/2003 at 12:48
“Bill, no do not go in there.”
We here the high-pitched voice of Luxurious Lynne as the camera pans in. She is chasing after Bill Ding, who is marching down a hallway toward the main office of GeniusIQ.
Lynne: Bill, for real, I am NOT kidding. This is going to cost me a lot of money.
Ding: I don’t care what it costs us. I need some answers. Here we are…
Outside the office of GeniusIQ, we see Miss Goldendollar, and she addresses the duo.
Mrs. Goldendollar: Excuse me, Mr. Ding. GeniusIQ is out for the day, may I help you.
Lynne: Uh, yes, we wanted to arr…
Ding: Shut up Lynne. And no, you may not help us.
Bill Ding tries the door, but it is locked.
Lynne: See? Nobody home. Lets go…
Bill Ding: The hell with this…
Bill Ding rears back, and charges the door.
Miss Goldendollar: You do know this will come out of your salary.
Lynne: NO!!!!
The door smashes open, and we see GeniusIQ lying back in his office chair. There is a look of shock on his face as if he’s seen a ghost. From under the desk, Jenna Jameson’s head pops up.
IQ: What the hell are you doing here?
Ding: I want some answers. You and I haven’t been talking like we used to, like when we drew up the contract. I think it’s time we had a heart to heart.
IQ: Ok, ok, we were just about done here…
Jenna: We were?
IQ: Jenna, honey, go down to the car. I’ll be down in a few. Business before pleasure you know. (Jenna leans in to kiss IQ) Uh, uh, uh, brush your teeth first. Now, Bill, what seems to be YOUR problem?
Ding: I want to know why did you hire me if you were only going to put me down in jobberville? I won my debut, what gives?
IQ: Well Bill, frankly, just like I told you when I hired you, I would be surprised if there were 100 Bill Ding fans out there. There aren't. I sent you back to the developmental territory to work on your skills and so that you could get a bit of a cult fan base around you.
Ding: No, don’t give me that. You of all people know that just be being around you, The Dudley Boyz, Booker T, Steiner and the rest of the family I would get heat. You are hiding something. What is it?
IQ: Are you accusing me of something Mr. Ding? I'm really not liking the tone of your voice. If you have something to say, I think you better say just come out and say it, but let me warn you, think VERY carefully about the next words to come out of your mouth, you had best realize who you are speaking with.
Ding: Ok, let me try it like this. You do not seem to want to put the same amount of time into my career as you would with an established star. Steiner doesn’t need you. The Dudleyz and Booker T can all stand on their own. Candido, you know he can handle himself. You even hired John Cena and Ron Killings AFTER you sent me down. I guess what my question is, what is your problem with me!
IQ: My problem with you? You want to know what my problem with you is? FINE! I'll tell you what my problem with you is! I'm running TWO multi-trillion dollar companies, I've got two of my top employees on the verge of ripping each other's heads off, I've got a locker room full of egos that are all starting to bash against each other, and now some mystery man is trying to buy up parts of the company, which fortunately enough, aren't for sale. Then, to top it all off, I've got some rookie coming in here bitching and moaning because I sent his ass down to the developmental territory in an attempt to help him out since I didn't have the time to dedicate to him myself. Cena and Killings, Juicy hired them, and Juicy's the one guiding them. You? Who do you have guiding you? This red haired airhead standing next to you? When you joined, you said you needed managerial assistance, I offered myself, Jenna, Bloodsport, Juicy, Midajah, Stephanie or Sunny, and what did you do? You said no, you wanted this floozy! Well let me give you a little free advice...you need someone with managerial skills, not someone to walk around at ringside and have the entire crowd looking at them instead of looking in the ring, although in your case, maybe you don't want them watching you in the ring. That spell it out for you? Now get the hell out of my office before I stick you in the ring with Bloodsport one on one, no holds barred!
Lynne: HEY! Wait, ummm, Mr. IQ. I realize you are under stress, so I don’t take offence at anything you just said. We’ll show you. We’ll show you we are ready.
Ding: SHUT THE HELL UP LYNNE! You want to see ready? I’ll show you ready. You remember that goddamned award? I’m cashing it in against Mortis. You want to see what this rookie can do? DO YOU WANT TO SEE IT IQ? In fact, I want you in the commentator’s booth for the match. I’m going to show you just what I can do. I am the Industrial Monster, and I will earn your respect, no matter who I have to go through to do it.
Bill Ding turn and walks out of the office. Lynne follows him.
Lynne: Have a nice day IQ!
The camera cuts to IQ all alone at his desk.
IQ: It's about time that kid decided to grow some balls. This is one time, I'll be happy to be wrong.
