Crest Fall

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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.

Crest Fall

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Jay M. Punkster

The story seems great, the roster seems great, lets hope the show will also be great... looking forward to this.

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Internet God

I second what Punkster said. Let's hope you stick with this one this time and do a good job on it like you did with your last one which I'm sure you will.

Looking forward to your first show!

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iamthedestroyer

You always put a ton of effort into your story!

As for the roster, I'm 50/50 on some of the additions that have been made. I like how most of the older guys are gone, I also am in support of getting rid of Styles as it adds a must fill void for a new home grown talent. One thing I really don't like is having Hardy on the roster. It's logical, his contract is ending soon IRL and he is also one wellness strike away from being fired from the WWE. Maybe it's just that I'm not much of a Hardy fan, it just doesn't intrigue me.

Among others, I'd really like to see both James Storm and Austin Aeries get pushed.

Looks good thus far, let's see where you go with this.

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fanofwrestling

I will definatly be reading this as it is from an interesting point of view. Good Luck to you with this

Crest Fall

I'm not fond of him either, but I think I can fit him into some places.

Didn't expect to get this much feedback so soon, so thanks guys! I'll get back to you as soon as possible, especially Internet God and iamthedestroyer since they have been waiting on some feedback from me on some of their recent shows.

Couple notes:
First, the roster page (the text-based layout) is set up with the faces, then the "tweeners", and then the heels separated by little dividers. Second, I'm only calling Team 3D the Dudleyz for my own sake, because I'd end up hitting the backspace key every time I type in one of their names. I'm just too used to Bubba Ray and D-Von, not Brother Ray and Brother Devon and prefer their old names. Third, the roster is not final, but for the most part you shouldn't see any major change (with possibly the exception of Hardy, but I think I'll keep hima round). The only real additions before the whole diary gets under way will most likely be guys to fill the roster. I'll keep you updated with that.

Thanks! Card might be up tomorrow.

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Crest Fall

"...so I was thinking, if he truly is available, we should try to bring in---"

Jeremy Borash was cut off by a loud slamming of the door. Every head of the TNA Booking Committee turned to look at Raven, some with great surprise on their faces. Dear me, has Jarrett not informed you all that you are all now my little pets? No, even Jarrett looks surprised. Interesting.

"Why so surprised?" snapped Raven as he limped across the room, shooting a glaring glance in Jeff Jarrett's direction as he pulled out one of the chairs and eased into it, heaving a sigh even though he was anything but comfortable. "Hoped that I would have passed out and forgot all about last night, eh, Jeffery?"

"Erm---" began Jeff, but Raven cut him off.

"Nah, even if I did, I would have wondered where all the paychecks were coming from. I know I mean I know I've put my name on all sorts of things and even wrestled in some backyards for a bottle of Mountain Dew, but I'm not that big of a whore. Anyway, what are we discussing today?"

Raven pulled over a chair occupied by a scrawny man, barely out of his teens, and booted him out. He pulled it closer and placed his feet up on the newly-vacated chair. Almost comfortable.

"Please, spare me all this enthusiastic discussion, it's too much for my puny brain," growled Raven, glancing around at the group. Jim Cornette had previously had his head buried in his arms until Raven arrived, and now he had a rather cocky grin on his face, occasionally glancing over at Vince Russo. Mike Tenay was glancing back and forth between Raven and Jeff, and whenever one of them would look over at him he would nearly spill his coffee in an attempt to busy himself. Jeremy Borash had been fingering several different types of charts and graphs, but when raven arrived, his mouth dropped and his eyes beamed. Kurt Angle was there too, looking over at Raven with disgust. Don West was drunk, asleep, and smelled like piss. The sound of Jeff Jarrett clearing his throat took everyone's attention from Raven and back to the owner of TNA.

"Everyone, allow me to introduce to you the new Commissioner of TNA," murmured Jarrett, as though ashamed to admit it. Because he is ashamed. "Raven."

There was a light clapping but Raven put a stop to it by waving his hand.

"Oh, get fucked all of you," said Raven with a grin.

There were a few uncomfortable laughs and then Don West snapped awake, muttering something about salt water taffy before slipping back to sleep. Raven rolled his eyes over at him.

"Jeremy, would you be so kind as to roll Don West out of here? We have important things to discuss."

Jeremy hurried over and literally rolled Don West out of the office in his chair, closing the door behind him with a snap. He returned over to his charts and graphs, but one glare in his direction told him that Raven did not intent for Jeremy to return. So Borash scampered off, looking somewhat relieved actually. Raven yawned and turned his attention to Cornette.

"What was he about to say when I came in here?" asked Raven.

"Everyone's thinking of bringing in---" began Cornette, but Russo cut across him, leaning half way across the table with a finger outstretched. Cornette glared over at Russo as Russo smiled up at Raven. Cornette probably wants to snap that hairy little finger. Who am I kidding? So do I.

"It's nothing, Raven. Besides, Talent Relations aren't really of any interest to a TNA Commissioner."

Raven raised an eyebrow and Russo raised one of his own in response, sinking back into his chair as Raven sat up and began to speak.

"As a matter of fact, it is," said Raven sternly. Raven looked over at Jarrett, whose face was so scrunched up it made it look like he was trying to disappear. "Jeff, Jeff, Jeff... I admit that I am disappointed. This is not how you conduct business, let alone run a professional wrestling company. As for what you just said, Vince, as the lead TNA booker, it is of great importance who and who isn't in that locker room. Secondly, as the head of Talent Relations, it's of great interest to me."

Russo gaped at Raven, then glanced at Jeff as Mike Tennay pretended to drink some coffee from his empty cup, trying to cover his face as much as possible as he looked back and forth between them.

"Head of Talent Relations? You're kidding! Right?"

Russo shot a look in Jarrett's direction, almost a pleading look. I knew having you around would be amusing, Russo. Jeff shook his head and Russo nearly fell out of his chair.

"So what were you about to say, Jim? I value your opinion."

"Thank you, Raven. We were talking about the recent release of that Hardy kid and were wondering if he would be of any use to us."

"Hardy kid? You mean Jeff?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, he'd be of use to us," said Raven with a smirk.

At that, it was the first time Raven had seen Cornette faulter in this meeting. Cornette quickly gathered himself, looking at Raven and trying to control his voice.

"But you know why he was released, right?" asked Cornette. Failing to control his voice. "He failed another drug test. That's the rumor going around, but his contract was up anyway and Jeff didn't have any intentions to re-sign. So they just let him go, not announcing that he had tested positive. Wouldn't it be a bit---" and Cornette trailed off, trying to choose his words carefully. "Controversial, if we were to sign him?"

Oh, it'd be controversial, and that's exactly why I'd want to sign him. Well, other than the fact that girls orgasm at the mere sight of him and rush to the concession stands to buy his new t-shirt. Controversy does create cash, right? Whoa... Eric Bischoff was of some use to my career, after all.

"Sure, but he's not too bad. The fans love him. Surely we can find a place for him on the TNA roster."

"But his failed drug test---" began Cornette, murmuring.

"I'll just have to have a talk with him, won't I? Anyway, Mike Tenay, you haven't said much," said Raven, casting an eye in his direction which made Tenay drop the cup from his mouth. "So say something."

"Erm," began Tenay, picking up the cup and setting it upright. "I thought of an idea for one of our new guys. I think Cornette hired him, but well, he hasn't been used much..." Raven glared at Russo. "His name is Eddie Kingston. And I thought of some things we could do with him."

Raven shrugged. He'd never heard of Eddie Kingston, but Tenay looked excited beneath all the nervousness. "Alright, you can tell me about it later, Mike. Kurt, you haven't said much either. Care to give your two cents?"

"As a matter of fact, I would," snapped Kurt, glaring at Raven and then the room as a whole before his mean slitted eyes settled on Cornette. "I don't know if Jim is spiking Jeff's coffee or if Jeff has no control whatsoever anymore, but the new guys he's brought in make me sick. All these young kids. And then there's this British punk named McGuinness. None of these guys are deserving of lacing my boots, let alone wrestling in the same ring as me! We need to bring in---"

Raven cut across him.

"Kurt... shut up. We don't need to bring in anyone, especially with the job you've all done recently with bringing in talent. Bringing in talent? Check. Making talent?" Raven smirked at the gathering at first, then decided it wasn't appropriate and decided on a look of utter disappointment. "Let's not even talk about that. Anyway, that's why I'm here. Of course, there were some pieces guys like Cornette simply could not touch, but I on the otherhand, can. Kurt, you fucking bore me. The Main Event fucking bores me. You all need a change. When I told Booker that I was planning on releasing him, he nearly kissed me. Scott Steiner, well, who cares about his opinion anyway? Sting, we can keep around. Nash, we can keep around at least as an announcer anyway. I mean he can't even get to the ring, it's pathetic. But you, Kurt, you're as stale as month-old bread. As stale as Triple H, actually. So I know you're naturally a dickhead, but try to cope with being a face for once."

Kurt looked like he was about to explode. Maybe Kurt will be the source of comedy at these meetings, not Vince Russo.

"As for this McGuinness... eh I've seen him before, and I've liked what I've seen. Congratulations, Kurt, you're in a program with him. As for guys we need to bring in, there are few that come to mind, but let me list some: The Human Tornado, The Young Bucks, Chuck Taylor---though I think he just lost his hair in a match a while ago. Nah, we'll wait for him to regrow all that hair before we think about bringing him---"

"Or we can make give him a Neo-Nazi gimmick!" puffed up Russo. Everyone turned to Vince, who had a huge look of satisfaction and excitement on his face until he caught all of their looks.

"Vince Russo, you're fired," snapped Raven, making Vince and Jarrett look up in horror. Vince remained seated, but when one of Raven's eyes twitched, he nearly crashed through the door in his attempt to leave. Wait a minute. Chuck Taylor, a Neo Nazi? That's a fucking brilliant idea! Get him back in here! Meh, perhaps not. I guess that's just my dark side. "Oh, there was one other and his name escapes me at the moment, but it doesn't matter. We have to work with the tools we have, and we have to commend Jim Cornette for giving me a tool shed with some fancy new toys."

And Raven gave him a wink. Dear me, I almost made the old bastard blush. Raven looked around the room, everyone extremely comfortable, most especially Jeff Jarrett. Raven got to his feet, looking at the graphs and charts on the large paper pad Jeremy Borash had drawn. He looked at it for a moment, shaking his head at the low ratings that the graphs represented, then tore the pages away and found a blank one that he could write on.

"I like to work my way from top to bottom" muttered Raven, looking around at the committee. "It's just that I find the Pay Per Views to me the most important. Sorry if it feels different to any of you, try to keep up. So for the first Pay Per View..."

Millar13

I will read this, although slight disappointment about HWS being stopped

neXus

Not what I was expecting from such a title. When I saw "Crest Does" I was expecting some chubby luv!
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Good luck witcho btb, I'll try to read it. I cant promise anything thought.

btw.... Colin Delaney needs and underdog main event push!!!
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