Supreme Championship Wrestling

2 RP Limit for singles

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Tuesday, November 17, 2020

While many in SCW probably enjoyed the international tours of the last few weeks, the trip to Germany proved to be a rough one for Ricky James. Two weeks ago marked another low point in the rollercoaster that has been Ricky James’ short time in SCW thus far, when Ricky failed to capture his coveted TV Title, or “Championship of Television”, from Asher Hayes. Ricky has enjoyed some success, but when facing moderate competition, he has failed time and time again.



Ricky has some explanations for this lack of success, of course. The matches are “rigged”. There is a conspiracy against him and Lucy Huckabee Sanders. “Shady Sasha” is out to get The Silent Majority. The truth can be stretched and twisted up like a pretzel to fit Ricky’s narrative. 


A narrative is exactly what it is, but Ricky chooses to believe it. A person can be in denial for a very long time, despite overwhelming contradictory evidence. Furthering this denial is the “support” of others, particularly those in Ricky’s inner circle. Lucy Huckabee Sanders, as people in SCW know her, is Ricky’s biggest “support system”. She keeps Ricky focused and driven, but with the good comes the bad. A supportive friend, or perhaps more than a friend (at least in Ricky’s eyes), can be extremely beneficial. Lucy certainly has done a lot of good for Ricky since the two have met. However, Lucy also continues to push this narrative on Ricky, continuing to remind him that he is not at fault for his losses. In fact, they are not even losses. They are “no contests” and “conspiracies”. 


Ricky truly believes in these conspiracies. Lucy is not planting these ideas in Ricky’s head per se, but she is definitely pouring gasoline on the fire. Ricky’s neighbor Joe also adds fuel to the fire with his outspoken views on political issues. It is easy for Ricky to take these views and apply them to SCW. He sees parallels, and the “encouragement” from those with whom he is close only makes the parallels seem that much more clear.


The fact of the matter is, Lucy and Joe have been in Ricky’s life since he moved to the United States. He trusts them more than anyone. He values what they say to him. From Ricky’s standpoint, Lucy completely changed his life for the better by bringing him into the United States. Joe, Ricky’s neighbor, was incredibly welcoming and supportive of Ricky, though Joe is clearly unaware of Ricky’s actual background. Ricky sees people like Lucy and Joe as saviors for him, so he will value what they say over anyone else.


When you take Lucy and Joe, add in some biased news sources, and Ricky’s preconceived notions about the United States political landscape, you can create the picture of society that Ricky James sees in his head. Ricky can and will relate anything he sees in SCW to his viewpoint of society. Is it biased? Yes. Factual? Sometimes, but often not. That is what Ricky sees, however. 


Now, even if Ricky has some strong and controversial viewpoints that have been influenced by unreliable sources - even if he were the biggest conspiracy theorist ever (and he may be the biggest conspiracy theorist in SCW) - that alone might not explain his lack of success in important matches thus far. As we have seen over the past few weeks, Ricky is dealing with an internal struggle. He is pretending to be someone he is not and has struggled to keep his composure because of it. Ricky hates who he used to be. The influencers in his life further contribute to that hate, assuring Ricky that his life is better now. And as we now know, Ricky had long wondered what he could make of his life if he left behind the life he knew in Mexico. Ricky’s desire to change his situation perhaps left him a bit vulnerable to be taken advantage of. It allowed him to be manipulated a bit.


Ricky was certainly willing. He was sick of being a masked nobody in Mexico. He wanted out. He wanted an opportunity to be himself and not just a character. This desire eventually consumed Ricky, and he sought out help while touring in the United States. Ricky managed to find Lucy, who would go on to help him achieve this goal….sort of (more on that in the future). 


Ironically enough, Ricky has become a new character. Sure, he is now wrestling under a name closer to his real name, though still a stage name. He feels as if he is able to speak freely. He does not abide by a set of written and unwritten wrestling rules. Ricky will say and do things in SCW he never would have done in Mexico. 


Yes, Ricky finally feels liberated. He feels like he is finally allowed to be himself. We can all see Ricky is still manipulated, though. We know, or at least want to believe, that Ricky doesn’t actually believe everything he says. At the very least, we know Ricky has several influences in his life that shape how he speaks publicly about SCW. 


Ricky is often angry when he speaks. We know some of that anger comes from his influencers. We can assume more of the anger comes from the frustration of losing. We have also seen Ricky express the frustration of his own personal struggles with his identities, past and present. Ricky hates who he used to be and can barely control his anger whenever he is reminded of his past.


This struggle has proven to be costly on several occasions, both in and out of the ring. Ricky has let his anger get the best of him, resulting in a suspension. He also could not keep himself from being fixated on his old lucha mask, costing him a match against Jay Gold, and causing The Silent Majority to lose their “Emergency Press Conference privileges”. Yes, Ricky has certainly been haunted by his past, or at least his internal struggle with his past, since joining SCW.


It appeared two weeks ago that Ricky had finally come to terms with his past. Through a flashback in a dream, Ricky was able to focus his energy on a positive aspect of his past. He went back to his first championship win and his dreams of one day being known as his true self, not a wrestling character. While he was masked as a champion, Ricky focused on the visual from his locker room: Ricky the Champion. Rather than dwelling on the masked persona that “held him back”, Ricky used that visual in the locker room as motivation to win his first championship as Ricky James, an unmasked American wrestler, not a “character”. 


It seemed as though Ricky finally found a way to use these flashbacks for good, as motivation rather than a deterrent. That clearly was not the case in Germany, however. Ricky James once again was defeated by another SCW veteran, Asher Hayes. Losing to a decorated veteran like Asher Hayes would be perfectly understandable for most SCW newcomers, but not for Ricky. For Ricky it is yet another demoralizing loss. It adds more fuel to The Silent Majority conspiracy fire. Ricky and Lucy will certainly be up in arms about the loss, blaming anything and anyone - the referee, Sasha, the fans, the arena - just as Ricky did prior to the match. Certainly Ricky, with the “assurance” of Lucy, will have a very far fetched excuse for the match being “stolen” from him.


While Ricky does believe in these conspiracies, the loss likely planted another seed of doubt as well. Ricky has internal struggles which have cost him before, whether he will admit it or not. Eventually he will have to come to terms with the fact that his head is not in the matches. Eventually Ricky will have to admit that he did lose, fair and square. There is only so much denial one can be in before reality sets in. Eventually Ricky will make his way through the remaining stages of grief and find his way to acceptance….


But not today.


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Ricky James and Lucy Huckabee Sanders sit in the back seat of an Uber traveling south down I-95 towards the American Airlines Center in Miami, a mere 45 minutes from Ricky’s hometown. Ricky and Lucy appear to be in great spirits despite what happened two weeks ago in Germany. Lucy is wearing an extravagant red dress with matching red lipstick and a gold necklace. Ricky is wearing a white suit with matching white shoes and a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top. He sits back looking out the window at the Florida highway through his Cartier aviator sunglasses with a huge smile on his face.


Ricky: You know, it’s great to be back home, Luce.


Lucy, hardly ever one to express genuine positive emotions, looks over to Ricky and smiles.


LHS: You’re telling me - I couldn’t stand to be over there for another second. The people over there are just…


Ricky: Not like they are around here?


LHS: ….exactly. Things are just so much better here. The weather, the beaches, the people. It just...puts me at ease.


Ricky: It really is paradise, Luce. It’s a shame the rest of the country can’t be like Florida. I love everything about it. Hell, I even like the government! They really know how to run a state.


LHS: That’s because they want people to succeed here, Ric. They encourage beautiful, successful people and they fight for freedom. It’s the greatest state in the country by far.


Ricky: I can’t thank you enough for bringing me here…


Ricky looks over to Lucy, who is looking out her window with a smile. He puts his hand on hers and she initially accepts it before quickly pulling away and glaring at Ricky.


LHS: Easy, Ric.


Ricky briefly drops his head in shame and the two have an awkward moment of silence as they look out of their windows. Ricky eventually breaks the silence.


Ricky: Sorry, I know. I’m just in such a good mood being here. I guess I got a little...excited…


LHS: Well chill out with your “excitement”. I know it’s wonderful here and all, but you have to stay focused. We have everything on our side for once. We can’t blow it again this week. 


Ricky shakes his head in disgust.


Ricky: I had him, Luce....I was so close…


LHS: Yeah well you didn’t get the job done. But don’t worry, I’m working on it per usual.


Ricky: What do you mean?


LHS: I have my lawyers on it, Ric. We’re getting the match thrown out. It was never a fair match and we all know it. But you let me take care of that and you focus on this week. Sasha is throwing another foreigner at you. 


Ricky’s face starts to turn red, a familiar sight when he begins to get angry.


Ricky: What is with that woman? Could she be any more blatantly obvious?


LHS: It’s sickening, Ric. I’ve been telling you that. But we have to keep going. We have to keep fighting. We can’t let her win. I need you to stay focused, though. I can’t keep cleaning up your messes. We have everything going for us this time. Kellyanne has everything set up on the media side. No bad reporters, no rude fans..


Ricky: Well of course. We’re talking about Floridians here. The best people in the world.


LHS: And she picked the best of the best, Ric. This is Miami. All these SCW fans will finally see the best America has to offer and we won’t let Sasha’s little crew control the narrative. Once they see what they could be, if they just got off their lazy asses and put in some work, I think these people will get behind us.


Ricky nods, now much more calm.


Ricky: And the match itself?


LHS: The lawyers are making sure we get an impartial referee. All you have to worry about is that filthy German.


Ricky: I thought he was Russian. Isn’t his name Comrade?


LHS: I think it’s...you know what let’s just go with that. He’s German but that doesn’t matter. They’re all part of the same movement. He’s another one of Sasha’s Comrades.


Ricky: Shouldn’t be too hard to deal with then…


LHS: Yeah…


Lucy turns away and Ricky, feeling less reassured, starts to get anxious.


Ricky: What?


LHS: I just….


Lucy turns back to Ricky and looks him in the eye.


LHS: Ricky, I need you to stay focused. After seeing you the last few weeks….are you going to be able to deal with this….mask business?


Ricky starts to turn away but Lucy grabs his face and makes sure Ricky keeps eye contact with her.


LHS: Ric….I need...you...to stay...focused. Forget about the damn mask. Forget about Mexico. It doesn’t mean anything. It just means Comrade is trying to hide is ugly German face from the rest of the world. I mean, can you blame him? If I looked like that I would probably never leave the house.


Ricky slowly starts to lose eye contact with Lucy as his mind wanders. He begins to enter a trance before Lucy abruptly slaps him across the face.


LHS: Are you kidding me?!


Ricky shakes off the slap and looks back at Lucy.


Ricky: I’m here, Luce. I’m here. 


LHS: You know, you keep telling me that, and I don’t believe you anymore.


Lucy pulls out her phone and begins to text someone. Ricky tries to look over but Lucy turns away and keeps the phone hidden.


Ricky: What...who are you texting?


Lucy aggressively finishes her message, puts the phone away, then turns back to Ricky and gives him a stern look.


LHS: I’m getting you help, Ricky. I don’t know why you keep having these “visions” but I’m going to make sure you stop having them. If you were able to just stay focused,  you could be a champion right now. Enough is enough with this crap. We have come too far for you to mess it up with your little trances.


Ricky: Lucy, I’m good. I don’t need a therapist or any drugs or…


LHS: Ric, you don’t know what you need. Remember who brought you here. Remember how miserable your life was before you got here and remember how good it feels to win. We’ve made it this far, and I need you to keep trusting me if you want to succeed.


Ricky sighs and reluctantly nods his head.


Ricky: You’re right.


LHS: Of course I’m right.


Lucy pulls out a small mirror to check her makeup as Ricky turns back to the window. The car pulls off the highway, and after a few turns, pulls up to Maurice A. Ferré Park, right next to the American Airlines Center. Lucy finishes touching up as the drive opens her door to let her up.


LHS: Alright Ric, let’s do this.



Ricky opens his door and steps out of the vehicle. He hears a roar from a crowd of people standing behind some bike rack. Ricky smiles as he sees an area of the park that has been setup with a very patriotic stage, similar to the setup for the Emergency Press Conference prior to Under Attack. As Ricky and Lucy take a few steps forward, Kellyanne runs over to two crew workers and pats them on the back. The two men run and grab a red carpet and quickly roll it out from the corner of the stage toward Ricky and Lucy like ice crew workers rolling out the carpet for the national anthem at a hockey game. Ricky turns to Lucy and smiles.


Ricky: Ah, nice touch.


Courtesy Of The Red, White And Blue (The Angry American) by Toby Keith begins playing through the speakers on the sides of the stage and the crowd again cheers loudly as Ricky and Lucy walk down the red carpet towards the stage. The crowd is full of people who look like Barbie and Ken dolls, all waving small American flags. A mixed chant of “T-S-M! T-S-M!” and “U-S-A! “U-S-A” can be heard throughout the crowd of people as Ricky James and Lucy Huckabee Sanders make their way up the steps on the side of the stage and walk to the podium. Ricky and Lucy begin to wave at the crowd like politicians.


LHS: Thank you, thank you all!


The music slowly fades out as Lucy Huckabee Sanders stands at the podium with a large grin on her face. Ricky stands just behind her, fist pumping with the crowd as they continue to chant. Eventually the chant dies down as Lucy clears her throat and begins.


LHS: Thank you all again! Hello to all my fellow BEAUTIFUL FLORIDIANS!


The crowd erupts in cheers as Lucy nods her head and smiles. 


LHS: Ladies and gentlemen, I know you are used to hearing me lead Emergency Press Conferences. Today, however, will be a little bit different.


Lucy pauses and the crowd goes silent, unsure of what to expect.


LHS: No, my friends. Today will not be an Emergency Press Conference….today will be a RALLY for THE SILENT MAJORITY!


The crowd again erupts in cheers with Kellyanne egging them on.


LHS: That’s right - no phony reporters, no fake news media here. Just The Silent Majority and all you beautiful, successful, freedom-loving AMERICANS!


Another “U-S-A! U-S-A!” chant starts from the crowd. Lucy continues as it dies down after a few moments.


LHS: I would like to start with a few announcements before handing it over to Ricky. I would like to start by addressing what happened two weeks ago in Germany. Ricky James, being undefeated in SCW thus far, was well on his way to becoming YOUR Champion of Television. Unfortunately, we saw one of the greatest injustices in human history happen that night when Shady Sasha, Asher Hayes, and an even SHADIER referee STOLE that match from Ricky James.


The crowd begins to boo loudly as Lucy nods her head in agreement.


LHS: We had a feeling from the beginning this match would be unfair. All we ask for in this country is a fair match. But of course those rules don’t apply in other countries. Why do you think Shady Sasha had the match in Germany with her socialist buddies? It was easy for her to get them all on board with the conspiracy. Now we have seen crooked referees before, but nothing like this. 


Lucy nods at Kellyanne, who then signals over to a few crew members. A projection screen lowers behind The Silent Majority. Lucy steps aside and points to the screen. A highlight of the end of the TV Title Match between Ricky James and Asher Hayes begins to play. We see Asher Hayes reversing Ricky’s inside cradle into his own inside cradle in real time. The video then very obviously speeds up, showing an extremely fast three count from the referee. It then slows back to normal speed showing Ricky and Lucy complaining to the referee. The crowd watching boos loudly as the video fades out and the projection screen is raised back up. Lucy shakes her head in disgust as she steps back up to the podium.


LHS: You’ve all seen it for yourselves, ladies and gentlemen. Now, I don’t know how to speak German, but I am pretty sure any idiot, even a socialist, knows how to properly count to three. As you can see, not only did Asher Hayes ILLEGALLY grab Ricky James’ tights, but the referee counted to 3 in less than two seconds! This was the most blatant conspiracy yet. But if Shady Sasha thinks she can get away with this, she has another thing coming. You see, we have sent our lawyers this footage. We will be filing lawsuits, many lawsuits, perhaps in different states and different countries. Anyone who watched the referee “count” like that would demand a RECOUNT!


The crowd cheers loudly and then breaks out into a “RE-COUNT! RE-COUNT! RE-COUNT!” chant.


LHS: Yes, we demand a recount! We demand this match take place under fair rules with an impartial referee! Now this could be tied up in litigation for a few months, but in the meantime, we have had that match thrown out and stricken from the record books. But enough on that. It is time to focus on Breakdown this week, live from MIAMI, FLORIDA!


The crowd cheers loudly again.


LHS: So ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the STILL undefeated….RICKY JAMES!


The crowd roars and breaks out into a “RICK-Y! RICK-Y!” chant, once again being egged on by Kellyanne. Ricky has a massive smile on his face as he steps up to the podium. He points to a few people in the audience as if he knows them, lowers his sunglasses, and winks. He then laughs as he puts his glasses back up and addresses the crowd.


Ricky: Ladies and gentlemen….it’s GREAT to be back HOME! I won’t talk much about what happened in Germany as Lucy Huckabee Sanders filled you in on most of the details. I will just say that, despite Asher Hayes claiming victory and despite Shady Sasha moving on as if Asher is still champion, I….will….NOT….concede!


The crowd again sheepishly cheers.


Ricky: As far as I’m concerned, I am the Champion of Television. When that will officially be recognized is for the courts to decide. But for now, I will focus on my next opponent. I want to briefly talk, and I say briefly because, quite frankly, there isn’t much to talk about, my opponent this week, Mr. Comrade Rabb.


Kellyanne puts two thumbs down towards the crowd and they begin to boo on cue.


Ricky: You know...Shada Sasha isn’t even trying to hide it anymore. Two weeks ago it was the German charade. Before that, she put me in a match against a fat slob felon. And now she is putting me in a match with a homeless person she met in Germany. 


Ricky shakes his head.


Ricky: Okay, okay. In all seriousness, Comrade Rabb is the laughing stock of SCW. To put me in a match with him is an insult, but I expect nothing less from Shady Sasha at this point. I mean, you have to be an idiot to believe this is an actual match. This is yet another attempt to silence myself and Lucy Huckabee Sanders. This is yet another attempt to undermine our movement. Comrade Rabb has no business being in the ring with a world class athlete like myself. I know Sasha doesn’t intend on this being a regular match. She is hoping to play mind games with me. 


Ricky pauses, taking a few moments to collect his thoughts and keep his composure.


Ricky: I know there is an elephant in the room here, and not the elephant we all love. No, I will admit it. We all know I have had a few issues with masks lately. Sasha knows this, so she put me in a match with a masked coward. She thinks the mask will get to me. She thinks it will make me lose focus, and somehow a man with a list of accomplishments that ends faster than a German three count will beat me. Shady Sasha, your little games won’t work. Let’s remember why Comrade wears a mask in the first place - he is ashamed. He is ashamed of how ugly he is, and he is ashamed of how terrible he is in the ring. He wants to be known as “The Iced Rainbow” because he is ashamed of his own name. HA! Imagine being ashamed of your own name!


Lucy rolls her eyes behind Ricky as the rest of the crowd seems completely unfazed and unaware of the hypocrisy.


Ricky: To be fair, if my name were Comrade, I would want to be known as something else too. I can’t think of a worse name than Comrade. Perhaps Sasha. After all, Comrade is just another soldier for Sasha. Another soldier in the army of Communist Cowards. Sasha is the one actually leading it, because we sure as hell know her father isn’t doing anything. But let me tell you something…


Ricky takes off his glasses and leans closer to the crowd.


Ricky: America has defeated communism before, and we will do it again!


The crowd erupts in the loudest cheer of the day, followed by a long “U-S-A! “U-S-A!” chant. Ricky grits his teeth and pumps his fist at the crowd.


Ricky: This is MY hometown…...this is OUR hometown! This is OUR country! And we will fight back! This week on Breakdown, I will DEFEND our home, DEFEND our country, and DEFEND our freedom when I DEFEAT Comrade Rabb. 


The crowd continues to cheer.


Ricky: Last week, we saw Great Americans Giovanni Aries and Sienna Swann take a stand against this corrupt radical left wing regime. This week, The Silent Majority joins the fight. This week will be the beginning of the END for Shady Sasha and Do Nothing D!


Ricky steps back from the podium and Lucy Huckabee Sanders steps forward as the crowd continues to cheer. The cheering is so loud, Lucy is barely audible as she speaks.


LHS: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming out and thank you for your continued support. This week, your voices will finally be heard! And that is a promise from Lucy Huckabee Sanders, Official Press Secretary of SCW, and Ricky James -


Ricky leans forward to speak in unison with Lucy.


Ricky and LHS: THE SILENT MAJORITY. FOR A BETTER SCW!


The crowd applauds as “Courtesy of the Red White and Blue” again plays through the speakers and The Silent Majority step back from the podium. Ricky and Lucy flash smiles as they wave to the crowd, which starts one last “T-S-M! T-S-M! T-S-M!” chant.

OOC: This has to be the most uncomfortable CD scenes I've ever written, limits that push way beyond my boundaries and well out of my comfort zone, even if I feel I oversold this to a whole tenfold. I took a risk of doing something I've said I'll never ever do, but I feel it works with this storyline with Omar. Damn you for forcing me to that point. Love ya really man. Good luck to Ricky James and hope all of you enjoy this RP.












Fizz being argumentative with Konrad regarding Minerva. Anaheim, California. Friday 13th November. (Off-Camera)

Their kids both of them had together, including their teenage son Sebastian were staying at Fizz's dad's house for the night as each time Fizz wanted to talk something serious with Konrad, they never have children around when they were yelling and shouting at each other. It was their rule of life to keep arguments behind closed doors, away from the children. Konrad was told by the text on Fizz sending their kids away with her dad for a serious talk when he came home from England. That time indeed came as Konrad went through the door with bags and he went straight downstairs to the washing room to place his clothes, including his wrestling ones in the wash.

As he's done that, he left the washing room which was near the door to the garage, Konrad came back upstairs to the living room and saw Fizz standing there, with her shaking her head, staring at him, narrowing the lips, eyebrows down and together, having her arms crossed. Konrad sat down on the sofa, but Fizz pointed to stand him up.

Fizz Raab: "Oh no, you aren't getting comfortable at all when I talk to you. You look at me like a man."

Konrad nodded, accepting Fizz's orders as he doesn't like to argue, but he knew he had to today as he shamelessly stands up, still not having a clue what Fizz wanted to talk about, alone together as Fizz slightly pulls Konrad forward and gets right down to it.

Fizz Raab: "Are you kidding me?"

Konrad Raab: "Does it look like it?"

Fizz Raab: "Seriously, are you blind to the situation going on in wrestling as of late since Germany?"

Konrad Raab: "I don't want to talk about this."

Fizz Raab: "Oh, because you're afraid of arguing about it? That makes complete sense when you have said and done absolutely nothing on Breakdown on what Minerva did and said to you. You are so stupid. Do you honestly think I'll allow you to accept Minerva calling you her Sexy Schnitzel? Fuck no I'm not buying that because I'm your sexy Schnitzel, not her."

All Konrad could do was stand there and do nothing; he wasn't able to express the situation he had going on. Fizz was in every right to defend herself with the Minerva situation, Konrad knew it, and the fears came out of him already, sweating and feeling dizzy to argue and shout at her.

Fizz Raab: "On top of all that, you let her place a black rose from her tights. Why the hell didn't you attack her? Why did you let her stop you from doing what you must feel right? Damn it."

Konrad at this point goes to one knee, knowing it will only rattle Fizz up even more, but he doesn't like confrontation with anyone, especially with Fizz who grabs Konrad by his neck to pick him up and says this while looking directly at him.

Fizz Raab: "Say something you stupid son of a bitch or I'll knock your head off. All this says to me by you not responding, and your lack of actions lately is you were willing to cheat on her with me, weren't you? You're only making things worse if you don't answer."

Konrad Raab: "Fizz, I'm marrying you again for a reason. Didn't you see I was going to attack her, but she stopped me from doing so? I have no plans whatsoever to cheat on you with Minerva or anyone. She's someone I guided to get better in the ring. I will never cheat on you with one of my former students. You know that better than anyone. I love you, not anyone else."

Fizz Raab: "Then act like it by doing something about it. I was disgusted when you didn't even comment on the things she said and how she acts as if she loves you, finding you attractive. All the black roses she's giving out from her tights, and all the sexy Schnitzel quotes she's thrown in. What happens if she tries to grope you? What happens she attempts to have sex with you?"

Konrad Raab: "That won't happen."

Fizz still wasn't happy with how Konrad was acting, being calm as anything which only raises more suspicions with Fizz on something going on with Konrad not saying anything. However, arguments always scared Konrad, ever since last year when he attacked the wrong people and even his anger at times frightened him.

Fizz Raab: "How do I fully trust that? Jesus, you're acting all calm, yet you've not properly debated anything I've said once. Minerva is trying to break us up; you should see that from a mile away. I know I could, and I'm not even apart of the wrestling business. She's going to do something to you, sooner than later if you don't have the guts to fix this. I don't care if you mentored her or shit like that, you need to attack her, and the fact you didn't or comment on what she said makes me sick. I've been crying a lot because it makes me feel worthless and that you're going to leave me with Minerva."

Konrad Raab: "Don't be silly. I told you I would never do that. Yes, it's an unusual situation for me to be in, even I find it off-putting that someone like Minerva can find me attractive which has never happened in years quite frankly, but I will sort it out. You watch next week. It's about waiting for the right moment."

Fizz Raab: "There is no right moment, Konrad. Not when she's at a high risk of sleeping with you that could very well happen if you aren't careful. I don't trust her and nor should you, regardless of how well you both knew each other and how well you both got along. She's trying to stab you in the back."

Konrad Raab: "I told you I won't. Goodness sake Fizz, why won't you listen to me with all of this. I understand your worries and fears, but you have to understand that I'm worried about doing the wrong thing. I always have ever since those psycho incidents I had last year. I do take precautions more than ever to understand things before making the attack fully."

Fizz shook her head, although she did agree on Konrad having the psycho incidents that did effectively held him back in some ways from fulfilling his full potential. Then again, he hadn't had anything bother him since Katie Steward situation. It's a whole new situation for Konrad he's never been in his entire wrestling career. 

Sure, people have tried to split Konrad and Fizz up before with attacking Fizz's stomach and the threats about him, Fizz and his kids being dead together from multiple wrestlers in the past, but never in a situation of Minerva being like in real love with Konrad. It's making Konrad uncomfortable due to the problem he's never experienced in wrestling.

Fizz Raab: "I'm still disappointed with you that you're so narrow-minded. I understand, but at the same time, you can't expect me to let you off the hook on not talking about this, do you? No, then I'd be a shitty wife if I don't bring up shit like this. She's baiting you, using you as leverage to topple herself to the top. Minerva may say she respects you, but if she respected you, she wouldn't put black roses in front of you and that she wouldn't say you're her sexy Schnitzel. That hurts me more than you ever know. It made me cry because you were too gutless to do anything about it."

There it was, the sudden drop in Fizz that she needed to not only get mad at Konrad but also to fall to her knees and cry right in front of him, something that was on her mind for a while and as Fizz saw Konrad was going to touch her, she says this.

Fizz Raab: "Don't fucking touch me."

Konrad Raab: "What do you want me to do?"

Fizz Raab: "Leave if you aren't going to do anything about Minerva and her tricks of trying to sleep with you. Who knows that it could be happening right under my nose and you might be too drunk or high on drugs to know about it. Until you sort Minerva out and I trust you, you get out. I allow you tomorrow to get your wrestling clothes and clothes in general for Chicago, but I don't want to see you after tomorrow. Now get out.”

Konrad nodded as he was never winning this argument, even if none of what Fizz was saying was happening yet. It did raise concerns if Fizz could be pregnant because it was the same type of insecurity she showed in the last pregnancy she had. Konrad had no choice, but to leave home, following Fizz's orders with her pointing her finger for Konrad to leave the house. He had to go back home to collect his wrestling clothes, but other than that, he wasn't able to go to Chicago at the time of the night it was. 

Konrad went to do what was best, and that's to go to a pub and get himself wasted, sleeping in the streets. When it was morning, Konrad got up from sleeping in the alleyway, covered with his urine. He shook off from sleeping rough and then went back home. He went in his home to get his wrestling clothes and his clothes from the draw to pack in his suitcase and get his small bag to head to Chicago. Konrad had to go there anyway for a match on Monday but was going to be a place for him to stay for now, until Fizz felt she could trust him again.

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SCW fan interaction day. Miami, Florida. Tuesday 17th November. (Off Camera)

Konrad has always wanted to do more fan interaction days with SCW since he started working there. In Germany, he had such a long line for fans to interact with him that Konrad was forced to do two fan interaction days in Germany. Everything went well there as it was his home and proudly do autograph signings daily.

But this was a different country where SCW does often go to Miami a lot, but at the same time, Konrad fancied doing an autograph session, mainly so he can be a hero of doing something for other people. There's a lot of fans wanting different things signed, even with Dylan Howell next to him, doing the same with his big match coming up next week.

Konrad stood with the fans who wanted selfies with him and signing stuff he did long before he became a professional wrestler. So far, things were all going well for him as Dylan smiles for the fans as well. Although Dylan smirked, having something up his sleeve as he says this.

Dylan Howell: "I'm going to get myself a coke and dress in a Captain America costume."

Konrad Raab: "Are you serious? Halloween has finished."

Dylan Howell: "Are you forgetting who you're facing tomorrow night?"

Konrad Raab: "Sort of, but I explain why I kinda did later today."

Dylan Howell: "Do you want anything?"

Konrad Raab: "No, thanks, you know wrestling tomorrow night."

Dylan understood as he finished signing the last few autographs before standing up and goes to the drinks area as there was a guy, wearing a Konrad Raab shirt, but it wasn't only a shirt he was wearing that got Konrad's attention. The fan who looks like they were in their early twenties, got spiky brown hair with earring studs. He speaks to Konrad.

Male Konrad fan: "Here you go, I made this especially for you."

Konrad Raab: "Wow, a hand-drawn picture of me with the TV title? Thank you. You're very talented. Got anything for me to sign?"

Male Konrad fan: "Yes, I do."

The male Konrad fan got a small Konrad hat, and Konrad got a black pen, and he nods, something different from a programme and a T-Shirt as Konrad while looking at the man to say this.

Konrad Raab: "Who am I signing this to?"

Male Konrad fan: " To yours truly, Robert. I think you're awesome in the ring. Ignore people who say you don't have it because you do, giving everything to Xander in Germany."

Konrad smiles at the fan as he nods and signs the hat on the base of it and he gives it to Robert who had a massive smile on his face, before doing a selfie with Konrad, patting him on the shoulder and says this.

Robert: "Thank you very much."

Konrad Raab: "Thank you for the picture of me. I will hang this in my home in Chicago. I hope to see you at the show.

Robert: "Yeah, about that, I can't afford tickets to the show."

Konrad Raab: “One moment.”

Konrad puts the lid on the pen and places it in the pen pot as he goes digging in his pocket and gives Robert a wrestling ticket for Breakdown tomorrow night. Robert gasps, placing his hand across his mouth to say this.

Robert: "Oh my god, you serious?"

Konrad Raab: “Oh yes I am.”

Robert: "Thank you so much. I can't wait to see you wrestle in front of the live audience tomorrow night. Hope you beat that idiot Ricky James tomorrow night."

Robert immediately places a ticket in his pocket and walks away with a signed hat of Konrad Raab, a selfie picture and a ticket to Breakdown event tomorrow night. It was all for good days work so far for Konrad, even if he's putting on a fake smile due to how he's feeling with days after being separated temporary by Fizz. As Robert goes, there was a female fan, but it was a shirt of Konrad Raab, but it was a strange one, like it was self-made, saying I love Konrad Raab and the hottest wrestler in SCW wording on the back of it. The female fan was in her late forties with large breasts, wearing a black and pink dress, but had pink stockings on, wearing black hair.

Female Konrad fan: "Oh my god, you're fucking hot."

Konrad Raab: “Um, thanks?”

Konrad wasn't sure what to think as it's still a new thing for another woman to find Konrad attractive as he gulped as she was wanting to be all over Konrad at this point, even leaving a black rose on the table.

Female Konrad fan: "I'm also a Minerva fan as well. I want to be like her as well as you looking attractive. How many women asked you out already?"

Konrad Raab: "Rarely."

Female Konrad fan: "Is that so? MMM, you feeling a little frisky? I am so let me do this because you're too hot for me to resist you, you sexy Schnitzel."

It left Konrad no choice as she jumped straight onto him, sitting on him. However, as she kissed him and bouncing on Konrad, licking her lips, even close to unzipping his jeans, the security luckily saw what was going on got the woman down on the ground. They were dragging her away with her lips throwing a kiss Konrad as she's taken away. Konrad shook his head, feeling embarrassed and disgusted, mostly if kids were there to see the action taking place. The organiser came to Konrad and checked up on him as Dylan caught in the act with the Captain America costume on.

Organiser: "You alright, Mr Raab?"

Konrad Raab: "I'm fine."

Organiser: "What happened?"

Konrad Raab: "A fan of Minerva and me tried to have well I can't say it in front of the fans."

Organiser: "Sorry, that has happened. I would've caught in the act if the female fan had a knife or something, but this was one of those things I couldn't prevent coming in. I saw she had her hands all over you."

Konrad Raab: "I understand. Let me continue finishing up with fan interactions."

Organiser nodded as he went away as Dylan came to sit next to Konrad and as he saw the fans gasping, still in shock as to what they saw that could've happened and Dylan thought it was funny what he heard from Konrad and the organiser.

Dylan Howell: "Man, I wish I could become horny for the ladies like you can."

Konrad Raab: "It's not funny Dylan, especially the children who could've seen this happening and turn themselves away from me. I don't know why ladies find me attractive all of a sudden. First, it's Minerva and now some female fan? It's an uncomfortable feeling to have."

Dylan Howell: "Screw that, you're the ladies man of the bunch. Who would've thought that? I'm Captain America, and I love my country so much that I decide to trash on other countries and claim I've never lost matches in the ring."

Konrad had a chuckle which of course the sort of thing would please Dylan and luckily for Konrad, there was a young boy with a picture of Konrad, wrestling against Owen Cruze some years ago with his father with him. Konrad shook the little boy's hand as he placed it out in front of him.

Konrad Raab: "I'm sorry you both had to see that. That lady was silly."

The little boy nodded, although the father of the boy had to say this.

Father of the young boy: "That could've ended badly, seeing you in front of all of us. Especially what she was about to do to you."

Konrad Raab: "I don't know what's going on with women lately regarding myself being attractive. It's creepy."

Father of the young boy nodded as Konrad quickly went to the young boy who patiently waited for Konrad to sign his picture as Konrad clearing his voice and asks a question to him.

Konrad Raab: "What's your name?"

Boy fan of Konrad: "It's Peter."

Konrad Raab: "That's a nice name. Are you going to see me wrestle tomorrow night?"

Konrad signs the autograph for the little boy, still shook up by the almost sexual assault by female self-love processed for Konrad. The little boy who looks about eight years old with blond hair and wearing SCW wrestlers shirt with even Konrad featured on it. There was a father who also had something for Konrad to sign. It was one of his replica masks, The Iced Rainbow one.

Father of the young boy: "It's Dominic."

Konrad Raab: "I'm glad you're a fan of me as well. It's great."

Konrad also signed the mask for Dominic as well as he then gives it to Dominic as he hands back the picture and the mask to the pair of them and Konrad says this with a smile on his face.

Konrad Raab: “Thank you.”

Both of them walked away as Dylan was busy signing autographs away to the fans as Konrad pulled his chair back and whispered in Dylan's ear.

Konrad Raab: "I need to gather myself for five minutes."

Dylan Howell: "Whatever you say, ladies man."

Konrad left the autograph area and went in the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror as to why he was suddenly attractive to other ladies. It certainly was freaking him out, especially when Fizz didn't trust him as it is. He turns the taps on and places water on his face, especially removing the lipstick from his face.

Konrad Raab: "What's happening to me? Why am I attractive to women lately? It's nothing, but a curse for me. It's getting worse, and it means I have to stop Minerva sooner than later if it's encouraging women to fall over me."

Konrad shook his head as to get his head into the right space as he came straight back to Dylan, and they continued to sign autographs together for the fans until the fan interaction event was over. 

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Forty-five minutes later

As Konrad placed the drawn picture of him in the bag, he gets up and runs to the hotel.

Dylan Howell: "Come back here, you want to be with your superhero who trashes Sasha and wants to deny he's never lost a match. Appreciate me, ladies man."

Konrad got in the hotel and breathed in and out until he sees another woman trying to get hold of him, but he ran straight up the stairs and avoided all contact with women as he reaches the first floor and slides his key in the room to let himself in. He sits on the bed, lying on there. Dylan then came in fifteen minutes later, seeing Konrad looking at the wall very shaky and shameful.

Dylan Howell: "Want to talk about it?"

Konrad Raab: "Fizz told me to get out of the house and not to return until I can be trusted."

Dylan Howell: "Is that why you didn't find it funny?"

Konrad Raab: "Yes, she thinks I'm going to ditch her and sleep with Minerva. Fizz is worried that Minerva may spike my drink and give me sex. She has every right to be bitchy at me about it because I didn't do anything to stop Minerva, giving me roses and calling me her sexy Schnitzel. I don't see myself as attractive to anyone. I felt I should've said something a week ago."

Dylan Howell: "I'm sorry. I hope things will work out. I understand you find it all scary to you. At the same time, Fizz didn't see why you didn't attack her; you had no strength or energy left after the Xander fight. I can't wait to get my hands on that prick. I'll place him in the coffin myself."

Konrad nodded, feeling what he had done to look so good, despite him being so strict with his diet which he had to be because of his age and more comfortable to look good as a professional wrestler and that Dylan was right, but he certainly can't help himself.

Konrad Raab: "I know you will, and I believe you. I don't know if this can be fixed, even though it's not even happened yet, but she fears it will. I keep telling her she's the only woman I want to be with and that Minerva, yes I did give her some tips and mentored her in another company we were in, but she freaked out on the black roses, and the sexy Schnitzel quotes. I don't feel comfortable with it myself because I've never experienced that in wrestling."

Dylan Howell: "I mean it's a good thing you feel woman are attracted to you."

Konrad Raab: "To me, it's not. On top of all that, the woman in the hotel as a guest, of course, tried it with me. I need to take action now before it goes any farther. I don't know what's happening to me."

Dylan pats Konrad's back, knowing his relationship with Fizz has fallen to pieces, but luckily for Konrad, he did have a place to stay in Chicago which Dylan knows all about and planned to stay there for quite some time, even if it wasn't the same. Konrad then admits the truth of his past too.

Konrad Raab: "I'm facing someone that has his views on something I regret doing almost ten years ago."

Dylan Howell: "You and Ricky clashed before?"

Konrad Raab: "No, I did something so terrible that I struggle to come to terms of my actions. I got myself so drunk that when I looked back, I embarrassed myself in front of people and I was so hammered that I burned an American flag on TV. I couldn't get my words right, and that's why the match with Ricky is hard for me to prepare for, knowing I think on that day when I was still new to the business in two thousand and eleven and disgraced America."

Dylan Howell: "You said yourself, you were irresponsible, drunk and had no clue what you were doing. I don't think anyone, even back in those days remember that now because you've forgiven the fans. You changed your outlook on the business. I had no idea; actually, you were pretty bad."

Konrad Raab: "I was, and now, it feels like that and Fizz breaking up with me from those years are coming into light. I'm lost without her."

Dylan Howell: "Listen, it's clear as day you need time to yourself. I'll check back in the morning to see how you are because you are shaken up and feeling scared of the whole thing."

Konrad nodded as he did need time to himself. As soon as Dylan closed the door, Konrad placed his hands on his face, and you can hear a small squeal as if Konrad's crying about potentially losing Fizz forever. The only thing he always thought of was getting himself drunk, but because of the match he had tomorrow night, he couldn't. So he cried for almost an hour, before he vomited in the toilet, due to how depressed he was.

Konrad cleared his tears up from his face by using toilet tissue and came out of the toilet, feeling weak. He got a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, didn't care about paying the money and drank it. He turned the TV on to relax for the entire day, before he went to bed at eight in the evening, due to how tired he is due to being so depressed.

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Knocking down an American obsessed maniac youtube.com shoot. (On Camera)

"It's been a tough week for me since Minerva is doing some weird stuff and addressing me and to be frank, I'm ashamed I've not been able to do anything to stop her. It's not just in-ring mentally that's affecting me in a big way, it's also outside of the ring. I have to do something about this Minerva. It's freaking me out the kind of stuff you say, despite you being respectful with some comments. Yes, it's true what Minerva said. I mentored her for a while, giving her the confidence to become a great wrestler in the future. I also supported Minerva. Did I expect her to provoke me and giving me roses? No, I didn't, and I also didn't expect her on wanting to fight me.

It's still leaving me confused as to why not only what she's doing, but why female fans are suddenly getting attracted to me? I'm just a regular guy wrestling because I enjoy the sport. I'm going to find out answers for myself, and I never felt more uncomfortable than I have in my years of wrestling of getting all this attention, mostly cos I didn't address her.

I will deal and tackle all of this in the next few weeks, but right now, I got to deal with the American obsessed maniac of Ricky James. It seems like you have gained a few wins in your career like Derek Adonis who's a tough wrestler to beat in the ring. I can't deny that after losing my first TV title to him and other wrestlers to show your dominance in the ring.

However, that's where the respect ends because I have a grudge to say about you, especially the comments you mentioned about my country last week. You're pretty much scum, to be honest, especially Germany has moved on from all those years and turning out to be one of the most respected countries in the world. More so than America has been in the last few years.

You should never bring politics up in wrestling as this is a sport and should be separated from them as they are irrelevant to the sport. I admit I wouldn't be a wrestler if it wasn't for this country because being a professional wrestler in Germany is not an easy job to get into.

But you do anger me a lot; especially you keep claiming Sasha is shady. First of all, what has she done to you? Last I checked, she has done and said nothing wrong. If anything, you are a shady wrestler who lies about being undefeated. Really? How come you lost to Jay Gold and Asher Hayes the past weeks? You have had losses, and you should stop denying them and maybe, just maybe you'll gain some respect from fellow wrestlers.

The US title loss did hit me pretty hard, I have to admit, and I will say something that you're too gutless to say, I lost to the better man. No excuses, not bitching and whining you like to do so well and making excuses how this person cheated instead of looking at improving yourself as a wrestler. That's the problem I have with you is you refuse to look at it from another side of things that losses help you get better as a wrestler. The US title match against Xander certainly has helped me to learn what I went wrong.

I pushed him to his limits to the point that he tried to rip the mask off from me, knowing I was so difficult to get down. Speaking of cheating, holding someone by the tights and placing your feet on the ropes to gain those wins doesn't speak well for you, does it? I agree with what Asher and Jay said, you're one of the biggest cheaters in the wrestling business. You're lying through your teeth. Congratulations on making yourself pathetic for blaming everyone, but yourself for the losses you got.

You don't represent anyone, and you're making America and yourself more of a laughing stock than I thought. It makes me sick how you keep putting politics in the wrestling world and compare the two. As I stated, you're one lying piece of crap, and I can't wait as hell to knock you from your feet and lay in the punches directly to your face because I have no respect for you at all.

The sad thing is Ricky, by cheating your way to winning matches, with your girl at ringside or not, you're hiding your true potential in your matches. Having to cheat to win means your scared of being beaten straight up, which I'm not. I want to win matches, fairly without interference from wrestlers to make me lose or make me win and being the hardest worker to get those wins. Stop complaining about Sasha being shady, blaming for wrestlers cheating when they didn't, and referees screwing you over and start accepting you're making those mistakes and be responsible for them. I always do, you see I never blamed Xander for the loss once? Because I was legit beaten by a choke, I couldn't get myself out of.

Are you going to bitch and complain when The Iced Rainbow beats you in the middle of the ring? Are you going to blame the loss on Sasha, referees, me cheating or politics instead of blaming yourself for it? Because I can see that happening, mostly if you overlook me which knowing your disgraceful ass, you will.

Which is why I'm going to do everything it damn takes to beat the living hell out of you, making sure you won't stand up after the match is over and consistently remind you that I beat you fair and square. Go ahead, put your feet on the ropes, go and get your manager to assist you to win, but it does you no good against someone who will beat you fair and square. 

Shady Ricky should be a thing with you because that's what you are and I'm sure Sasha will be pleased as punch when I'll either pin you for the three count, or I make you tap out like a bitch and personally, the mood I'm in with you and everything else in and out of the ring, I much like the second option.

I'm going to cause you hell in the ring, making you so mad that you will regret on overlooking me as an opponent, amongst you being vile and disgusting about my country that's standing on a higher turnstile than America is right now. Tomorrow night in Miami, Florida, prepare to be Iceinated by The Iced Rainbow, and that goes for Minerva as well."