Hello, its me again, Ricky Lee, head writer for the WWF. You might remember me from my account of "Stephy's Big Break" a little while back. I've been meaning to pass along some more juicy stories from behind the scenes in the WWF, but things have been pretty busy lately. What with the whole Invasion angle being--well, let's admit it--a suck-ass failure for the most part, the writers have been working our butts off to keep up. We've more or less got our heads above water now, though, and with the recent break over the holidays, I've had time to write another account of sin and sex in the locker rooms. Today, I'm going to tell you how a couple of former WCW vixens got "invaded" on their way to becoming WWF employees.
As everyone knows, Vince McMahon bought his only real rival, the WCW not long ago. Funny how WCW's demise started when Russo left and I stepped up to the head-writer position in the WWF, ain't it? Well, enough about my ego. When the deal went down, the WWF officials and creative team met with pretty much every WCW star to assess their worth to the company. While there were a lot of young guys that I was looking forward to incorporating into WWF story lines, I didn't see much hope for the ladies of WCW. I've always thought our WWF Divas were more attractive, and certainly more talented in the ring, and I made it known to Vince right off the bat that I thought as much. But, we still had to do the meetings, on the off chance that we saw some glimmer of hope in the girls.
It was left up to each department how to conduct the interviews, and since I wasn't very thrilled with the whole idea in the first place, I decided to get them over with as quick as possible by seeing two girls at a time. First on the list: Stacy Kiebler and Torrie Wilson. So, early one morning at Titan Towers, my secretary buzzed me to let me know the girls had arrived. I stood as they walked into my office, shaking hands with each girl in turn.
Now, don't get the wrong idea here. I'm a red-blooded American male with an above average tendency for horniness, so just because I said I don't particularly care for most of the WCW girls doesn't mean I'm dead. Stacy and Torrie are definitely the two hottest of the WCW girls, and there was no stopping my prick from doing a little jump when I saw them up close for the first time. Torrie was dressed pretty normally in jeans and a red T-shirt that just exposed her mid-drift (meetings with talent are almost always conducted informally, just because it's more relaxing for everyone). Normal didn't really mean conservative for Torrie, though, as her tight jeans seemed painted on and the red top strained to contain those massive breasts of hers.
Stacy, on the other hand. . .well, there was no mistaking her look for conservative. Dressed in business suit with white blouse and a coat to match her super-short mini skirt, Stacy seemed to be stuck in her Ms. Hancock character (a name that made me grin, even if it was Russo's idea). For those of you who may be wondering, yes, her legs really are THAT long. I'm sure I couldn't have been a little more tactful in looking the girls up and down, but I couldn't help it. Shaking myself back to the business at hand, I offered them a seat in front of my desk and sat down across from them.
"Good morning, ladies," I said, smiling broadly. "How are you doing?"
"Fine," "Good," they said alternately. We went through the prerequisite song and dance of "can I get you anything to drink," "how was your trip," blah-blah. . .basic ice-breaking stuff. Then we got down to business.
"Okay, obviously I've seen your work before since every WCW show was required viewing for our creative team. The basic purpose of this interview is to see how you would feel about working for us, any limitations you might have, and so forth. So, let's just start with the obvious: Would you girls like to work for the WWF?"
"Oh, god, of course!" said Torrie. "I mean, the Federation has been THE place to be for years now."
"Yeah, we've wanted to work here for a long time," chimed in Stacy. "But, you know, contracts and everything. We signed for WCW with big promises and everything, but it just sucked, you know?"
"We were planning to jump ship as soon as our contracts ran out," added Torrie. I couldn't help but grin. They were certainly laying it on thick. I'm sure there was at least some truth to what they were saying, but being the only game in town has a funny effect on people. Suddenly, everyone just LOVED the WWF.
"Okay," I continued, "As you know the WWF emphasizes a lot of physicality from its women, and we put a lot of stock in mic skills as a way to tell a story. Um, I know that WCW didn't quite place those same demands on you. . ." I was trying to think of a polite way to say they couldn't wrestle or talk for shit. "Would you be willing to undergo some more rigorous training--both acting and physically?"
