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Crest Fall · 06-21-2009, 05:09 PM

QUOTE THE RAVEN

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A BE THE BOOKER DIARY BY CREST FALL

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In late 2009, the Total Nonstop Action wrestling product began to drastically change. Pay Per View buys were slowly rising, but their weekly television show iMPACT was getting better and better, even with its biggest of critics praising the quality of shows they were putting out. They had finally stopped jumping at every wrestler Vince McMahon and the WWE were releasing and stuck to their own guns, refocusing the brand on the superstars they've developed while trying to create even more. Some were so baffled by the high-quality product that people had no choice but to wonder if something big went down when it came to TNA Management.

Something big did go down. The landscape backstage had changed entirely, with fresh faces and bright ideas with an uplifting mood throughout. One man had come to Total Nonstop Action wrestling to take control of what in his mind, was rightfully his.

And the wrestling world knows him only by one name:

Raven.

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<style type="text/css">  </style> "Come in, damn it!"

Raven smirked as he turned the cold knob already gripped tightly in his hand and opened the door. Funny how everything was so damned hot except for that door knob. A foreboding omen or just an anomaly? He didn't give a shit either way. He was used to the heat. He had made a name for himself wrestling in bingo halls that were usually eighty degrees on the best of nights. Even so, he loosened his jacket, wiped his brow, and had to masque his dog-like panting as he entered the room.

The place was scarcely lit with a single lamp on the large oak desk in the middle with the black curtains drawn tightly closed. Around the room hung several pictures of "classic TNA moments", almost all of them accompanied by a plaque or award of self-satisfaction bullshit. I notice I'm not in a single one of the pictures. Interesting.

"Can't even afford to turn on the air conditioning, eh, Jarrett?" asked Raven as he strode across the room and turned off the box fan that was in one of the few open windows since it wasn't helping with the heat at all.

"Please, sit down," said the owner of TNA, Jeff Jarrett, though Raven had already plopped down into one of the chairs which he noticed were mightily uncomfortable. Well, everything was uncomfortable in his life, there was no comfort. Minor discomfort was the most he could ask for these days. But this creaky, wooden chair was noteworthy. Ah, I get it. A little psychological warfare to add to the atmosphere when you're yelling their head off. No doubt the curtains and the lack of light, the unbearable heat, and the two body guards "hiding" behind me also add to your little concoction of fear. I've always known you were dark, Jarrett.

Jeff was dressed with a simple black t-shirt and jeans, sweating up a storm himself. Though, I honestly wouldn't be surprised if the heat wasn't apart of the atmosphere, you fucking cheapstake.

Jarrett was striding back and forth, his hand on his chin and a look of worry on his face.

"How are you doing?" Jeff asked, looking up at Raven as though he were surprised.

Is he so deep in thought that he forgot I was here? I think I'm beginning to remember why I liked you, Jarrett. Dark and loony. You're just like me! You ask me how I'm doing? Miserable and depressed.

"Good," muttered Raven.

"Let's cut to the chase, shall we?"

Raven shrugged. Oh, no, Jarrett! I flew a plane all the way down to this Hell hole just to make small talk with you.

"We're fucked, Raven. Foley has gone off the deep end and now he's spouting off our secrets everywhere. Now he has a ton of new material for his stupid book and no doubt he's going to crap all over us when it hits the bookstores. I've just got done firing him."

Raven shrugged. Another book for Foley to make the New York Times Best Seller list, I suppose.

"That piss ant, Kennedy has gone and injured himself again. He wasn't even in a match, Raven! That's the thing! He was cutting a promo and he pulled his groin steppig through the ropes! He injured himself getting into the ring! And he has the nerve to blame me and the ring crew? He's gone, too!"

Raven shrugged. He wasn't exactly worthwhile, anyway, at least in my eyes.

"WWE has AJ. Damn them! Vince has AJ!"

Raven shrugged. Even the Phenomenal One is replaceable, especially with how big of a joke you and your boys made him, Jarrett.

"We've spent a huge chunk of cash on new guys and they haven't even done anything!"

At this, Raven did not shrug.

"It's hard for them to do anything if Russo won't book them, Jarrett," said Raven with a sneer.

Jeff glared at Raven, his lip curling. Raven had to bite back his laughter. What were they? Boyfriends? Could no one insult Russo around here without getting that steely look? When he said the same thing to Dutch Mantell on his way to Jeff's office he was nearly slapped for it.

"And how do you suggest we book them, Raven?"

"I have some ideas," said Raven with another shrug. "But first, all it takes is just a little fucking effort, yeah?"

Jarrett got up from his chair, making the back of it crash into his oak desk, he had pushed off of it so hard. He ignored the crash and crossed the room, turning towards the window and glaring down at the lively Universal Studios below, probably cursing all of the people down below and whatever God they prayed to, to boot. I've had that feeling before. Did I mention that I like you, Jarrett? Jeff turned to Raven, his hand on his chin again in deep thought, then back to the window, his blond curls bouncing up and down and twirling through the air.

"Why don't you tell me why you brought me here, Jarrett?"

Jeff turned to Raven, his mouth slightly open. He turned back to the window, then back to Raven with the same expression. He paced across the room then threw himself down into his chair, with enough force to nearly tip it back. His fingers clamped down onto the top of his head and dug into the roots of his hair.

"Damn it! I don't want to, but I don't have a choice. Raven, you're in charge now!"

Raven raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips, trying to register what he had heard. I'm in charge? Hmm, let's see. Power and authority, or rather, the lack thereof. Not only would I have to deal with those pompous children in the X Division, but I'd have to have insufferable idiots like Kurt Angle in my ear to boot. No deal.

"Deal."

"Really?" blurted Jarrett, looking up in surprise which he quickly covered up with a cough and a frown.

"Might be a little fun." Yes, about as fun as High School since that's what this place is. I just need money for rent, only reason why I'm accepting.

"You know what you're talking about, Raven, and people like you. People listen to you and people care about what you have to say," said Jeff. Since fucking when? "You command respect and you're perfectly suited for the job." You mean people won't care when I inevitably disappear? "And finally, you have good ideas." I don't know if I have good ideas, Jarrett, I just know that I don't have mindbogglingly stupid ones.

Raven shrugged.

"I'll have my secretary get the papers. All we need is your signature. You answer to me and no one else. Everyone else answers to you."

TNA: We are tyranny.

"Don't make me question my decision," said Jeff with finality.

"What do you mean by that? You already are questioning your decision," said Raven with another shrug as his secretary stepped into the room with the contract. She was a cute one, for sure, and he gave her a wink that made her drop the papers on Jeff's desk and leave the room as quickly as possible. The old charm is still there.

Jeff held out the contract and a pen. He flicked the pen out of Jeff's hand and it tumbled to the floor. He yanked the contract from Jeff's hand and leaned back in the chair as he raised the contract to his face.

"What are you doing?"

Raven peered over the contract with a raised eyebrow. "Reading my contract," said Raven with a note of coldness in his voice. "Doesn't everybody?"

Raven finished with it and with a sigh, grabbed the pen that Jeff was holding out for him again.

"Just so you know, I really like the fifth clause," said Raven with a smirk over the contract as he held it against his knees and signed it.

"What's that?" asked Jeff with a smile on his face as he took the contract and filed it away into a cabinet before leaning forward with his hand outstretched.

"Well, umm, I'm afraid I'm rather forgetful these days," said Raven, taking Jeff's hand and shaking it lightly. "That's what chairshots and drugs do to you, after all," he continued with a cheeky grin to which Jeff gave a shrug, even though he was starting to look rather uncomfortable. "Though I'm pretty certain it said that as commissioner, not only am I the head of the booking committee, but I've also replaced you and Dixie on Talent Relations. Meaning I can hire---and fire---whoever and whomever I want. But don't quote me on that."

Jeff gaped at Raven and scrambled back into his chair, withdrawing his hand and wrenching open his cabinet as Raven watched on in amusement. Oh, now who put that little clause in the contract? I'll have to give them a promotion. Jeff yanked the contract out and read over it, completely horror struck when he made his way to Clause #5.

"No..." he whispered.

Yes...

"Well, surely we can rework the---" Jeff began, but Raven cut him off. Jeff was sputtering and even holding clutching his chest as it rose faster and faster the more he reread it.

"No, an agreement is an agreement, and you have to live up to it."

"THAT DAMN CORNETTE!"

Ah, so it was Cornette, then. Hmm, to what position could I promote him to? He despises his job.

"Well I guess I should tell you first, since you're the owner and all, that my first act as TNA Commissioner is that I'm firing Dutch Mantell. Oh, you thought I was going to do away with good 'ol Russo? Nah. I'll keep him around. At least me and the new Vice President of the Booking Committee, James E. Cornette will have something to laugh about at the booking meetings. If he's interested, I'll have to give Heyman a call and see if he'd like in on this."

"In on this? Raven, this is my company! This is my life! The only thing that means more to me is my family!"

"Then you should be happy with what I have planned then, Jarrett. I'd give some witty, inspirational quote, but yeah, the chairshots and the drugs and all that. I'm just letting you know that TNA is in good hands," and Raven rose from the chair. In better hands. "You can keep your office. My office is up here," and Raven pointed to his head. "Erm, that and maybe the collect phone outside near the strip club. But that's it."

Raven crossed the room to the door.

"Oh, and my next act as TNA Commissioner is that the air conditioning goes on! Smell 'ya later, Jeffery."

And Raven left, leaving the owner of TNA at his desk wondering what in the Hell he had just done.

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Crest Fall Viewer discretion advised Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: Alpha Centauri Posts: 1,584 vCash: 500 Rep Power: 110 Awards Showcase Total Awards: 1	Crest Does TNA QUOTE THE RAVEN To view links or images in this forum your post count must be 20 or greater. You currently have 0 posts. A BE THE BOOKER DIARY BY CREST FALL <hr> In late 2009, the Total Nonstop Action wrestling product began to drastically change. Pay Per View buys were slowly rising, but their weekly television show iMPACT was getting better and better, even with its biggest of critics praising the quality of shows they were putting out. They had finally stopped jumping at every wrestler Vince McMahon and the WWE were releasing and stuck to their own guns, refocusing the brand on the superstars they've developed while trying to create even more. Some were so baffled by the high-quality product that people had no choice but to wonder if something big went down when it came to TNA Management. Something big did go down. The landscape backstage had changed entirely, with fresh faces and bright ideas with an uplifting mood throughout. One man had come to Total Nonstop Action wrestling to take control of what in his mind, was rightfully his. And the wrestling world knows him only by one name: Raven. <hr> <style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style> "Come in, damn it!" Raven smirked as he turned the cold knob already gripped tightly in his hand and opened the door. Funny how everything was so damned hot except for that door knob. A foreboding omen or just an anomaly? He didn't give a shit either way. He was used to the heat. He had made a name for himself wrestling in bingo halls that were usually eighty degrees on the best of nights. Even so, he loosened his jacket, wiped his brow, and had to masque his dog-like panting as he entered the room. The place was scarcely lit with a single lamp on the large oak desk in the middle with the black curtains drawn tightly closed. Around the room hung several pictures of "classic TNA moments", almost all of them accompanied by a plaque or award of self-satisfaction bullshit. I notice I'm not in a single one of the pictures. Interesting. "Can't even afford to turn on the air conditioning, eh, Jarrett?" asked Raven as he strode across the room and turned off the box fan that was in one of the few open windows since it wasn't helping with the heat at all. "Please, sit down," said the owner of TNA, Jeff Jarrett, though Raven had already plopped down into one of the chairs which he noticed were mightily uncomfortable. Well, everything was uncomfortable in his life, there was no comfort. Minor discomfort was the most he could ask for these days. But this creaky, wooden chair was noteworthy. Ah, I get it. A little psychological warfare to add to the atmosphere when you're yelling their head off. No doubt the curtains and the lack of light, the unbearable heat, and the two body guards "hiding" behind me also add to your little concoction of fear. I've always known you were dark, Jarrett. Jeff was dressed with a simple black t-shirt and jeans, sweating up a storm himself. Though, I honestly wouldn't be surprised if the heat wasn't apart of the atmosphere, you fucking cheapstake. Jarrett was striding back and forth, his hand on his chin and a look of worry on his face. "How are you doing?" Jeff asked, looking up at Raven as though he were surprised. Is he so deep in thought that he forgot I was here? I think I'm beginning to remember why I liked you, Jarrett. Dark and loony. You're just like me! You ask me how I'm doing? Miserable and depressed. "Good," muttered Raven. "Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" Raven shrugged. Oh, no, Jarrett! I flew a plane all the way down to this Hell hole just to make small talk with you. "We're fucked, Raven. Foley has gone off the deep end and now he's spouting off our secrets everywhere. Now he has a ton of new material for his stupid book and no doubt he's going to crap all over us when it hits the bookstores. I've just got done firing him." Raven shrugged. Another book for Foley to make the New York Times Best Seller list, I suppose. "That piss ant, Kennedy has gone and injured himself again. He wasn't even in a match, Raven! That's the thing! He was cutting a promo and he pulled his groin steppig through the ropes! He injured himself getting into the ring! And he has the nerve to blame me and the ring crew? He's gone, too!" Raven shrugged. He wasn't exactly worthwhile, anyway, at least in my eyes. "WWE has AJ. Damn them! Vince has AJ!" Raven shrugged. Even the Phenomenal One is replaceable, especially with how big of a joke you and your boys made him, Jarrett. "We've spent a huge chunk of cash on new guys and they haven't even done anything!" At this, Raven did not shrug. "It's hard for them to do anything if Russo won't book them, Jarrett," said Raven with a sneer. Jeff glared at Raven, his lip curling. Raven had to bite back his laughter. What were they? Boyfriends? Could no one insult Russo around here without getting that steely look? When he said the same thing to Dutch Mantell on his way to Jeff's office he was nearly slapped for it. "And how do you suggest we book them, Raven?" "I have some ideas," said Raven with another shrug. "But first, all it takes is just a little fucking effort, yeah?" Jarrett got up from his chair, making the back of it crash into his oak desk, he had pushed off of it so hard. He ignored the crash and crossed the room, turning towards the window and glaring down at the lively Universal Studios below, probably cursing all of the people down below and whatever God they prayed to, to boot. I've had that feeling before. Did I mention that I like you, Jarrett? Jeff turned to Raven, his hand on his chin again in deep thought, then back to the window, his blond curls bouncing up and down and twirling through the air. "Why don't you tell me why you brought me here, Jarrett?" Jeff turned to Raven, his mouth slightly open. He turned back to the window, then back to Raven with the same expression. He paced across the room then threw himself down into his chair, with enough force to nearly tip it back. His fingers clamped down onto the top of his head and dug into the roots of his hair. "Damn it! I don't want to, but I don't have a choice. Raven, you're in charge now!" Raven raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips, trying to register what he had heard. I'm in charge? Hmm, let's see. Power and authority, or rather, the lack thereof. Not only would I have to deal with those pompous children in the X Division, but I'd have to have insufferable idiots like Kurt Angle in my ear to boot. No deal. "Deal." "Really?" blurted Jarrett, looking up in surprise which he quickly covered up with a cough and a frown. "Might be a little fun." Yes, about as fun as High School since that's what this place is. I just need money for rent, only reason why I'm accepting. "You know what you're talking about, Raven, and people like you. People listen to you and people care about what you have to say," said Jeff. Since fucking when? "You command respect and you're perfectly suited for the job." You mean people won't care when I inevitably disappear? "And finally, you have good ideas." I don't know if I have good ideas, Jarrett, I just know that I don't have mindbogglingly stupid ones. Raven shrugged. "I'll have my secretary get the papers. All we need is your signature. You answer to me and no one else. Everyone else answers to you." TNA: We are tyranny. "Don't make me question my decision," said Jeff with finality. "What do you mean by that? You already are questioning your decision," said Raven with another shrug as his secretary stepped into the room with the contract. She was a cute one, for sure, and he gave her a wink that made her drop the papers on Jeff's desk and leave the room as quickly as possible. The old charm is still there. Jeff held out the contract and a pen. He flicked the pen out of Jeff's hand and it tumbled to the floor. He yanked the contract from Jeff's hand and leaned back in the chair as he raised the contract to his face. "What are you doing?" Raven peered over the contract with a raised eyebrow. "Reading my contract," said Raven with a note of coldness in his voice. "Doesn't everybody?" Raven finished with it and with a sigh, grabbed the pen that Jeff was holding out for him again. "Just so you know, I really like the fifth clause," said Raven with a smirk over the contract as he held it against his knees and signed it. "What's that?" asked Jeff with a smile on his face as he took the contract and filed it away into a cabinet before leaning forward with his hand outstretched. "Well, umm, I'm afraid I'm rather forgetful these days," said Raven, taking Jeff's hand and shaking it lightly. "That's what chairshots and drugs do to you, after all," he continued with a cheeky grin to which Jeff gave a shrug, even though he was starting to look rather uncomfortable. "Though I'm pretty certain it said that as commissioner, not only am I the head of the booking committee, but I've also replaced you and Dixie on Talent Relations. Meaning I can hire---and fire---whoever and whomever I want. But don't quote me on that." Jeff gaped at Raven and scrambled back into his chair, withdrawing his hand and wrenching open his cabinet as Raven watched on in amusement. Oh, now who put that little clause in the contract? I'll have to give them a promotion. Jeff yanked the contract out and read over it, completely horror struck when he made his way to Clause #5. "No..." he whispered. Yes... "Well, surely we can rework the---" Jeff began, but Raven cut him off. Jeff was sputtering and even holding clutching his chest as it rose faster and faster the more he reread it. "No, an agreement is an agreement, and you have to live up to it." "THAT DAMN CORNETTE!" Ah, so it was Cornette, then. Hmm, to what position could I promote him to? He despises his job. "Well I guess I should tell you first, since you're the owner and all, that my first act as TNA Commissioner is that I'm firing Dutch Mantell. Oh, you thought I was going to do away with good 'ol Russo? Nah. I'll keep him around. At least me and the new Vice President of the Booking Committee, James E. Cornette will have something to laugh about at the booking meetings. If he's interested, I'll have to give Heyman a call and see if he'd like in on this." "In on this? Raven, this is my company! This is my life! The only thing that means more to me is my family!" "Then you should be happy with what I have planned then, Jarrett. I'd give some witty, inspirational quote, but yeah, the chairshots and the drugs and all that. I'm just letting you know that TNA is in good hands," and Raven rose from the chair. In better hands. "You can keep your office. My office is up here," and Raven pointed to his head. "Erm, that and maybe the collect phone outside near the strip club. But that's it." Raven crossed the room to the door. "Oh, and my next act as TNA Commissioner is that the air conditioning goes on! Smell 'ya later, Jeffery." And Raven left, leaving the owner of TNA at his desk wondering what in the Hell he had just done.