"Alright, brothers!" Hulk Hogan walked into the large room, throwing his sunglasses on the large wooden table that nearly a dozen other people were seated at. "It's thinkin' time!"
Yes, it was that time of the month, again. It was time for TNA to sort their mess out before they were cancelled.
"Should I tweet that?" The Southern accent of Dixie Carter asked.
"Yeah, yeah! Thinkin' time!" Vince Russo exclaimed. "That'll be Sting's line! Oh, my God! His-his talk show! Thinkin' Time! Perfect! "Hi, this is Sting, and it's thinkin' time!"," Russo impersonated Sting.
"Golly darn it!" Dixie Carter swore. "My Twitter account got terminated!" She slapped the table, giving her open laptop that sat in front of her an angry look.
"What? Why?" Eric Bischoff screamed.
"It says here that I'm impersonating a celebrity!" She explained.
"Dick-sea, ah tawld you nawt tawh trah an verify your account!" Jeff Jarrett said, shaking his head.
"I am a celebrity, Jeff! I own TNA! I own the best darn wrestling promotion on God's green Earth!" Dixie shot back, leaning over the table to glare at Double J.
"Enough!" Hogan declared. "We're knee deep in sewage, brother! The network..." The large man said, raising his hands and lowering them while he said his arch nemesis' name. "Wants us to hire some a new booker."
"What? I thought only fancy companies like Ring Of Honor had those!" Russo said, his jaw nearly dropping in disbelief.
"Does anyone know what the name of my email account is?" Dixie Carter asked, typing away on her laptop.
"Yeah, it's SpecialDitsyC at-" Mick Foley spoke for the first time during the meeting.
"?" Dixie interrupted the Hardcore Legend.
"Yahoo... ." Foley corrected.
"Anyway," Hogan went on. "There's this absolute genius that I've hand picked for the job."
"And Hogan knows best!" Bischoff said happily.
"You bet your sweet asses." said Hogan. "This kid's name is Erin Young. Erin, come on in here!"
Eric Young came waltzing through the door Hogan had only moments ago. Eric wore a glasses along with a suit and tie.
"Yes, hello! My name is Eric- I mean Erin! First thing's first, everyone! We have got to push Eric Young!"
"Woo!" A naked Ric Flair walked past Young. "I'm the Nait'cha Boy! Woo!"
Notes: Just for kicks. I mean no offense, so please, take none.