The rookie (Top names and Corino, read)
Posted by: Bill Ding on 01/21/2003 at 18:18
In a small corner of the main corridor of IQ Industries building in Detroit, MI, FTR newcomer Luxurious Lynne sits on a bench waiting for her client Bill Ding to come out of a meeting with GeniusIQ’s legal staff. She notices the camera, fixes her hair, and rushes up to it.
Lynne: Oh, oh, oh! I love cameras, especially when they are focused on me! Now, I know you boys would just love to see me just standing here looking cute, but I have something important to say. Well, everything I say should be important to you. When I wake up and decide what cereal I want to eat, you should want to know about it. When I get my cat a new squeaky toy, YOU ALL should want to know about it. But enough about me, as if there really was such a thing. Can you imagine someone saying, “Hey that’s just way too much Luxurious Lynne?” (pauses) Neither can I! In fact, I think there should be the Lynne All-Day Network. We could call it LAN. It would just be me, me , me all day long and it would make me millions. Oh yeah, IQ and Bill Ding could be on there too but they would be in suits bringing me iced teas by the pool. Oh, right, Bill Ding. I had something to say about him, but what was it.
Lynne stands there racking her brain with a puzzled look on her face.
Lynne: You know if I had a helper monkey this wouldn’t happen. I should get one. I would put bows in her fur and make her wear dresses and name her Mittens. Yeah, after she held up the reminder signs I would make her so I don’t forget, Mittens and I could go to the park and she could help me by getting my hot pretzels and lemonades. I love my helper monkey.
Just then Bill Ding walks out.
Ding: These damn cameras are everywhere. Lynne, did you tell them?
Lynne: I started to, but they made me go on and on about myself. I tried to tell them but after the helper monkey I forgot…
Ding: What… helper monkey? What are you… you know what, never mind. I’ll do it. You see, I’ve been here a few days, and I’m beginning to wonder if it was the right choice. I thought that once I walked through those doors that everyone would be on the new guy, but no. Nobody wants to get in the ring with me. The Stone Colds, The Rocks, The Undertakers all looked past me. I guess that I’m not in their league. I guess I’m not big name enough. You guys think I’m not a draw yet? Then I’ll make myself a draw.
Lynne: Those are all big names, Bill. You might want to start a little lower on the food chain.
Ding: At this point, I don’t care. I AM going to beat the hell out of someone on Rampage, and if it isn’t in the ring it will be out of it. I did not come here to sit on the sidelines while my stable mates all go on to gold and glory.
Lynne: Ok, ok, but don’t go after the lions until all the easy meals are gone. What about Steve Corino? He’s a former ECW champion, but really hasn’t done a whole lot here either. Fighting him might be a good start!
Ding: Fine, Lynne. Get him to sign it. Straight up old school wrestling match. This Rampage, I will make my mark, and I will begin my climb to the top of the FTR. Lets go Lynne.
