StarsOverStalingrad Posted September 3, 2017 Share Posted September 3, 2017 I'm inside in my home sitting on the end of my bed. I'm looking down at a replica of the AWA Southern Heavyweight championship. I was remembering a time when it was known as a USWA title. October 6, 1990 to be exact. I recalled the rush I got when I won it from Dick Slater. My father Jerry of course had been the booker but nonetheless it felt amazing winning my first championship of my wrestling career, but now dozens of champion wins large and small later, I began to cry. In the end, I thought the name Jeff Jarrett would be lost to the world, remembered only for creating TNA and GFW then merging the two and probably some time later having the tape library bought up by the WWE. That's not okay with me, not any more. My hands tightened on the title gripping it much harder. "No, I'm only 50 years old, that will not be my legacy." I stood up and set the replica championship aside. A few weeks later, the wrestling world was changed ever so slightly as I persuaded Anthem to sell me back TNA. To acquire the money to do so I had to put up every last thing I owned as collateral to get the loan but by the start of September, I controlled 100%. It didn't take me much surprisingly to buy out Dixie Carter's 5%. In a backstage meeting at the impact zone I made my big announcement, GFW is dissolved and TNA is back again and now with the goal of being at the very least, the equal of the WWE no matter the cost. I told my audience of assembled workers, looking them over so much potential that could be gone to waste if this company were to die. "It's time to Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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