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His fist smacked into AJ Styles jaw, sending Styles falling backwards into the ropes, prompting him to clothesline AJ over the ropes. Styles, if he may think so, fell beautifully, his head cracking into the mat. And the man in the ring, the anarchist freak known only to his friends and enemies as Raven, smiled. This carnage, this brutality, was what he lived for. This was obviously why he was put on God's green Earth. To make insolent bastards like AJ Styles know their true positions on the chain of life, and that close to bottom. Raven, on the other hand, felt he was superior, above men, because he thought.........differently. He always had. Whilst children were out playing and wasting the precious commodity of time, Raven spent his time in a dark corner, thinking. Now, Raven knew almost everything he needed to know, and he wasn't even 35.
Raven leapt over the top rope, catching Styles in the gut with an elbow. He could actually hear Styles's ribcage breaking, giving out. What followed was a testament to this, as Styles screamed. Oh, how delightful a sound that was. Raven picked up Styles and rolled him under the bottom rope, still smiling. He threw Styles into the ropes, and caught him with his infamous EvenFlow DDT, or Raven Effect. Styles's nervous system shut down, leaving him limp. Raven easily got the pin. But the victory seemed.........tasteless, bland. Raven didn't like this at all. His smile disappeared as he headed backstage, his mind already working, the gears already shifting. He wanted a victory that felt.........good. Fruitful, life bursting, whatever you may want to call it. Yet, unbeknownst to Raven, that would come sooner then even he thought.
The locker room stunk. And as Raven pulled on a tight black tee, he was already aware of a person behind him. It was either his superior knowledge of his surroundings, or the tickling in the back of his head. Either way, he decided to speak. "If I asked what you want, would you tell me?" "Of course." The voice was instantly recognizable. Vince Russo, the owner of NWA-TNA. And, in Raven's opinion, a meal ticket and an asshole. "Whatever you want, Russo, it can wait until tomorrow."
"Raven, it can't wait", said Russo, "This is something big, particularly involving you." "If it's about Styles's ribs, he had it coming. The little bastard is-" "No no, although he did have it coming. And frankly, you gave him what he deserved. But this is deeper then that. This goes all the way to your old running grounds."
The fire inside of Raven started up again. "I don't care what happened on RAW. The WWE is nothing but a discrimi-" "Let me finish my statement, damnit! They want you back." Raven's body froze, and his brow furrowed. "B...back?" "Yes. They've made me a tempting offer, and I couldn't refuse. Your theirs again." The fire grew even bigger. "Forget it. I work for no one but myself. Good-bye."
As Raven turned to leave, Russo spoke up. "Remember your 'masterpiece'?" Raven stopped, smiling once again. "How could I forget?" "They said they'd allow it. As long as you agree to wrestle again, full time." The gears were shifting once again. After a considerable amount of time, he finally said "Alright, Vince. I agree. I guess I'll never see you again. And, personally, I wouldn't have it any other way". And with that, Raven's short- lived NWA-TNA career was over.