True story:
I owned a pro shop / tanning salon inside a large gym in the mid-late 90s. TheJim Crockett wrestling shows came through about every 4 months, and when they were in town, a lot of the 'stars' would train at the gym and tan in my place. While most all the regular gym members would fall out over these guys, I liked to have fun with them by feigning I didn't know who they were. [ Lex Luger got seriously pissed, but that's another story.]
So on this day, a group of about 6 of them came in, and of course, they always acted like they owned the place. So these two guys hollered from the doorway that they wanted to tan after they trained, and I told them they had to book a time that was open [ it was a slow Saturday afternoon - we were wide open ]. So they finally decided to pick time slots, I think it was 3 o'clock, and started to walk off, and I said "HEY". They look back in, and I said " I need your names to book the appointments." [ I knew who they were ]. They look at each other like "WTF?" Finally the one guy says "Ricky", and I write Ricky in the book, then say "Last name?". He looks at me like he wants to kill me, but says kinda sheepish-like and subdued "Steamboat". I shoot him a quick look like "Seriously, dude?", but then write it down, then looked at the other guy: "Your name?" He says [ knowing I was fkkking with them ] "Sting." I slightly shook my head, and said " OK...whatever...just be here by 3:00".
It was months later, and Steamboat was in the gym again with another group [one was Diamond Dallas Page, by far the coolest cat of all of them]. He comes in the salon, and was real cool; says "I'm Rick Blood - you got any tan spots open in an hour?" And I said, "Man, you look just like this steamboat guy that was here a few months ago." He laughed pretty hard and said he knew I was messing with him and Sting the last time. He says, "I thought it was pretty ballsy, but Steve [Sting] talked for days about driving back here and seriously fkkking you up."
