The Era of Strength.

What the hell did he just say?

I gaped at Vince, sitting, dumbstruck, in his office.

"Come again?"

"Basically, Eli. Vince is saying, we want you to work for TNA for a little bit, win their title and leave. I'm sure Punk has showed you how to leave a company, right?"

There was a hint of disdain in his humorous tone.

"And how the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"We've drafted a preliminary contract for you to present to TNA officials. It's worded a specific way, so you can leave any time. We've been considering this for a while now Eli. We've just been waiting for the right time." Vince stated, pulling out a stapled bunch of papers and handing them to me.

I absentmindedly flipped through them.

I had lawyers for this shit.

I had no idea what it said.

"Why me?" I asked, looking back at Vince.

He seemed puzzled, and glanced at Hunter.

"Eli. We've invested a lot of money in you. We're not going to give you up without a fight. Don't worry about that. You're one of the fastest rising Diva's in this company's history. And if you can blaze through our talent roster, you sure as hell can over there."

"All that's needed on that contract, is you and your lawyer's signature. And you can bring it to TNA headquarters."

"Why can't you just bring back a title? It can't be that hard."

Hunter sighed at my words.

"We don't want to bring one back, we want to make a new one."

"One that, in another contract to be sighed at a later date, gives you the ability to design. You could be responsible for a whole new era of championship title reigns."

Oh that was just low.

Appealing to my obese pride to get my vote.

I couldn't lie, it was working.

"Do I get time to think?"

"No. We need an answer now."

I looked Vince square in the eye.

He was serious.

"Once you leave this room, the offer is off the table."

"Eli, it's ok to say no. We can just start negotiations for your next contract. But if you were to come back with a title around your waist, you'd be in the spot light. Maybe even get another shot at that mixed tag team nonsense you've been nagging us about."

Damn.

It wasn't just Vince delivering the low blows, it was Hunter too.

"How long would I be gone?"

They seemed hopeful at my question.

"Only six months. That's how long that contract is for."

It's not for that long.

Plus, they said once I get the title I could leave when ever I wanted.

And that'd be a walk in the park.

I sighed.

I couldn't believe I was doing this.

"I have some conditions."

I saw both Vince and Hunter visibly relax.

"I get to tell Punk and Kelly about it."

Vince furrowed his brows.

"Or no dice."

I crossed my arms stubbornly, leaning back in the chair.

The two of us had a sort of staring contest for a few moments.

Little did boss man know, I always won staring contests.

And this time was no exception.

He sighed.

"Fine. What else?"

"I want to stay on Raw until I leave."

Vince cocked a brow at my request, glancing at Hunter.

He ran a hand through his hair.

"I guess we could move the schedule around a bit." Hunter muttered.

I smirked, wondering just how much I could get from them.