10-08-2022, 10:00 PM
10-11-2022, 08:20 PM
{PROMO}
In the shadow of Apocalypse, when The One looked to aspire to become something "big" in the eyes of the "regulars," she was only able to come up just a bit short, while watching someone else stretch the limit of one's self and achieve the Underground Championship. She, deep down, felt she would be able to sink her teeth deeper than anyone else, but what happened was the polar opposite of what she expected. This opposition of events has created a more and more boiling fire within the gut of her stomach, which contradicts what she wanted to bring to the organization.
But giving up, giving up is not something she believes in. She doesn't believe that she is a failure. She doesn't believe that she can't be someone who changes the way many view Supreme Championship Wrestling. That's why she has accepted the loss, accepted the reality, but then accepted the next steps in her journey...
But giving up, giving up is not something she believes in. She doesn't believe that she is a failure. She doesn't believe that she can't be someone who changes the way many view Supreme Championship Wrestling. That's why she has accepted the loss, accepted the reality, but then accepted the next steps in her journey...
Hardcore... Evil... Vile... Throat slashing... Everything you can think I wanted to embrace, walking into Apocalypse. I wanted to walk in there and do EVERYTHING possible to, as another superstar says, "MDK," anyone and everyone who crossed my path. But the more and more I fought, the more and more I saw what the "Underground" represented, I started to think that maybe I was wrong. Maybe I wasn't. I don't know. What I know is that doubt crept into my head. I began to wonder if going to such extremes were truly worth the risk. I truly began to wonder if it would be that moment that I sought...
And yeah... It would have been...
The Underground Championship is everything people say it is. The Underground Championship is something that people always talk about, and yeah, I had my moment to walk out there as a challenger, and completely raise my vile ways to come out on top. But I didn't. I didn't rise to that occasion and that moment. And that's not to say anyone who did rise to that moment is above or beneath me, but they will forever be seen as on another plane of existence. I wasn't right for that victory. I wasn't able to do what others were. I tried my best, and I tried my damnedest to do what I believed was necessary to walk out with a championship over my shoulder, and a destructive and painful win under my belt.
And I didn't... And I wasn't...
Congrats to those who were. Congrats to those who were able to walk out there and play a lot dirtier than I was. It was a first for me. I never thought it was possible. It completely contradicts the way I became The One, because I was willing to skirt every rule and expectation and find the way to win. But at Apocalypse, I wasn't. And I'm strong enough, woman enough, everything enough, to admit that I wasn't. I am not someone who will make excuses. I am not someone who will lie to the world. I am here to achieve a goal, and for a moment, I thought that hurting, defiling, destroying, defacing, whatever-ing, would be my path, and honestly, it wasn't. And I am not going to magically say, "geez, guys, guess what, this next step is going to be what I thought the Underground Championship was!"
The fact is, I'm done assuming...
I am done predicting...
SCW is a place that I view as the place where I have a shot to do something special, and that is plain and simple. What it is, I don't know. I don't know if it is a title... I don't know if it is some underdog victory... I don't know if it is my mentality convincing others to begin to accept the change that I believe is necessary for the future...
I just don't... Fucking... Know...
And yeah... It would have been...
The Underground Championship is everything people say it is. The Underground Championship is something that people always talk about, and yeah, I had my moment to walk out there as a challenger, and completely raise my vile ways to come out on top. But I didn't. I didn't rise to that occasion and that moment. And that's not to say anyone who did rise to that moment is above or beneath me, but they will forever be seen as on another plane of existence. I wasn't right for that victory. I wasn't able to do what others were. I tried my best, and I tried my damnedest to do what I believed was necessary to walk out with a championship over my shoulder, and a destructive and painful win under my belt.
And I didn't... And I wasn't...
Congrats to those who were. Congrats to those who were able to walk out there and play a lot dirtier than I was. It was a first for me. I never thought it was possible. It completely contradicts the way I became The One, because I was willing to skirt every rule and expectation and find the way to win. But at Apocalypse, I wasn't. And I'm strong enough, woman enough, everything enough, to admit that I wasn't. I am not someone who will make excuses. I am not someone who will lie to the world. I am here to achieve a goal, and for a moment, I thought that hurting, defiling, destroying, defacing, whatever-ing, would be my path, and honestly, it wasn't. And I am not going to magically say, "geez, guys, guess what, this next step is going to be what I thought the Underground Championship was!"
The fact is, I'm done assuming...
I am done predicting...
SCW is a place that I view as the place where I have a shot to do something special, and that is plain and simple. What it is, I don't know. I don't know if it is a title... I don't know if it is some underdog victory... I don't know if it is my mentality convincing others to begin to accept the change that I believe is necessary for the future...
I just don't... Fucking... Know...
The One sighs.
But here we are, aren't we? We are all here looking at The One as either another person who everyone looks at as someone who never wins a big one, and kind of fills in where she fits, or she begins her ascension to relevancy. And I don't know what the answer to that is. I don't know where the world leads me anymore. I'm back to where I Was before I was even The One. I look around, and I see just a jumbled world. I see what I wish the world could be, and then I see the world for what it is. What it is, I don't know what the options are. I don't know what is gonig to magically make everything go my way. I don't know what I have to do anymore. I thought I had to be more vile, more evil, more villainous, than anyone else. It turns out that predicting the future isn't something that I am good at... But what I am good at, is doing what I believe is right...
In a nutshell, I am looking for my ikigai (生き甲斐),,,
Now that's something that probably sounds off from me. It sounds like I am finding some new "trope," but do you know the meaning of ikigai? Do you understand what it actually translates to, when you translate it from Japanese to English? It's everything I have spoken about. It's everything I have argued for. It's everything I have said what I am here to do...
Ikigai's definition is that which defines a person's sense of purpose or sense of being!
And yes, Supreme Championship Wrestling...
The One is someone who DOES have a purpose AND a sense of being!
So what does that mean for, The One? What does it mean that I have a sense of purpose and being? What does it mean that I am now focused on my ikigai versus that of what I think the world wants or needs for me to achieve me goal? It's simple... It's my job to go out there and be The One. I don't have to define myself by anyone else's definition. I don't have to pretend to be something special. I am who I am. I am The One. I was created in the shadows of shitty human behavior, and now it's time for me to just be me, and quit thinking about what SCW needs me to be in order to win, but instead focus on who and WHAT I am, and focus on my person ikigai!
So, again, let's ask that question, what does that mean?
It means that I am focused on whatever is next. It means that I am done trying to fit into a mold of what I think Supreme Championship Wrestling would need me to be for me to be the change I want to be. And after thinking, I don't blame them. They have found their comfort zone. They have found where their comfort level is to be. Those who felt true to the "Underground" world, they showed themselves to the world at Apocalypse, and the best of the best emerged victorious. But now, I look at my career and my life in Supreme Championship Wrestling and realize that sometimes it isn't the fact you have to create one memory for people to remember you. In the Underground world, you are creating one volatile memory after another. Think about Rachel Foxx... Every time she went out there she had to one up her performance beforehand in the aspect of destruction. It is a mindset that I realize, now, is not what I need for my goals in SCW. And that's why whatever is next, means I have to look at it as something that doesn't just represent a "moment," but instead as something that begins a story in my SCW lore that people talk about behind the scenes. And, while yes, the Underground could have been that moment, while Apocalypse could have been that moment, in hindsight, with everything in front of me, I see what may be a better step, rather than trying to shock and awe my way to the top...
Maybe I WORK my way to the top?!
Maybe I go out there and outwork, outhustle, and ultimattely, OUTSMART everyone who is thrown in my way, rather than resort to anything gimmicky?
When you break it down... That's who I am, anyway!
Which leads us to Breakdown and, honestly, somewhat of a surprise for me. I had a chance to become a champion at Apocalypse and I came up short and to those in charge, it could have been a moment where I was cast to the side. I could have been a figment of everyone's imagination and become someone relegated to the land of the forgotten and wannabes of SCW past. Instead, my next match, another championship opportunity, and this one, as I stated going into Apocalypse, is a title that defines the "workers" of this organization because there are no days off. You go out there, you fight, you compete, you prove yourself time after time, and in the end, you have to PROVE to the world that you aren't going to be a short term champion, but instead establish yourself as a someone who will never give up, and always push yourself to the limits. This doesn't mean you have to resort to pain and suffering, but it means exactly what I defined myself as when I showed up...
Able to OUTWRESTLE EVERYONE!
And this opportunity is one that, to a point, I put myself on a path for from the beginning when I called out Beard. I had hoped he would have still been the champion when he and I crossed paths. But he wasn't, and when our paths crossed, I simply did what I said I was going to do. But now, the Television Championship and I still get to cross paths, and do so with a champion who's name I have said represents something I actually respect in SCW. Konrad Raab is someone who started out a lot like I have so far. He began as someone who was up and down in his career beginning, but as time has progressed, he has become someone who is a staple in SCW, through its good and bad times. He has always shown a desire to improve his abilities. Now he stands as the Television Champion, and is now standing in my way of doing the same thing he had done. And while I respect his abilities and everything he has done to become a somebody in SCW, I am ready to not only follow his example, but also do so in a much more expedited manner.
You hear that, Konrad?
You paying attention?
I am walking into Breakdown with a mission to take you down and show the world that, my slow start is nothing to be taken at face value. Wins and losses have never been what I have said will define me. It's the WHAT I succeed at that will ultimately define me in this business, and what I succeed at will be facing another SCW legend, like I did with Katie Steward, and not just beating them, but taking something of value away from them. Why? Because I said I was here to start a new era of SCW. I mistakenly looked at it as something I could bum-rush into without being methodical. I was naive in that regard, but now that I know what I have to do, how I have to do it, and where I should have continued to put my eyes from the start even after Beard was out of the picture, you're going to be recognized as an integral character, when someone tells this story in the future. When pen goes to paper, and people recount the history of SCW, and this specific era, they will see The One as slowly emerging from obscurity and Konrad Raab as the name that catapulted her through that first glass ceiling.
You see, my naive ways, my misalignment of my goals, all of that, has allowed me to open my eyes and become smarter. I can face the reality of how this plan of mine may not be one I can execute in the matter of days or weeks, but will take months and months to truly have the foundation needed for the next steps. Big pictures can't matter for me right now, anymore. I have to look at a granular and more isolated level. I have to first find the land before I ever lay my cornerstone and build my legacy. And this may be the moment I finally get to survey that land. This may be where I finally begin to take steps forward. But regardless of if any of that is true, what Breakdown WILL be is the end of your resign as Television Champion.
Because when I win, I will begin a new phase of my career and it will be one where people have to come to me. People will have to CHALLENGE me. People will have to outright BEAT me, if they want to get their hands on the Television Championship. It will mark the beginning of a reign that shows why it takes a workhorse to defend it and defend it with longevity. It's no knock on you... But this is a title that was written with someone like me in mind. So I'm planning on taking it, and OWNING it, like nobody in the history of SCW ever has... And that includes any Streets, Taylors, or Valentines that may have staked their claim as "the best" before I ever entered the picture.
Face it... I've lived my life being considered "down and out," but The One IS defined as The One who can defy all odds, all trials and tribulations, and all comers and challengers to HER rightful name. So this is no different... But you will be different in that, you'll be the champion who fails, falls, and presents me with the honor of SCW Television Champion.
In a nutshell, I am looking for my ikigai (生き甲斐),,,
Now that's something that probably sounds off from me. It sounds like I am finding some new "trope," but do you know the meaning of ikigai? Do you understand what it actually translates to, when you translate it from Japanese to English? It's everything I have spoken about. It's everything I have argued for. It's everything I have said what I am here to do...
Ikigai's definition is that which defines a person's sense of purpose or sense of being!
And yes, Supreme Championship Wrestling...
The One is someone who DOES have a purpose AND a sense of being!
So what does that mean for, The One? What does it mean that I have a sense of purpose and being? What does it mean that I am now focused on my ikigai versus that of what I think the world wants or needs for me to achieve me goal? It's simple... It's my job to go out there and be The One. I don't have to define myself by anyone else's definition. I don't have to pretend to be something special. I am who I am. I am The One. I was created in the shadows of shitty human behavior, and now it's time for me to just be me, and quit thinking about what SCW needs me to be in order to win, but instead focus on who and WHAT I am, and focus on my person ikigai!
So, again, let's ask that question, what does that mean?
It means that I am focused on whatever is next. It means that I am done trying to fit into a mold of what I think Supreme Championship Wrestling would need me to be for me to be the change I want to be. And after thinking, I don't blame them. They have found their comfort zone. They have found where their comfort level is to be. Those who felt true to the "Underground" world, they showed themselves to the world at Apocalypse, and the best of the best emerged victorious. But now, I look at my career and my life in Supreme Championship Wrestling and realize that sometimes it isn't the fact you have to create one memory for people to remember you. In the Underground world, you are creating one volatile memory after another. Think about Rachel Foxx... Every time she went out there she had to one up her performance beforehand in the aspect of destruction. It is a mindset that I realize, now, is not what I need for my goals in SCW. And that's why whatever is next, means I have to look at it as something that doesn't just represent a "moment," but instead as something that begins a story in my SCW lore that people talk about behind the scenes. And, while yes, the Underground could have been that moment, while Apocalypse could have been that moment, in hindsight, with everything in front of me, I see what may be a better step, rather than trying to shock and awe my way to the top...
Maybe I WORK my way to the top?!
Maybe I go out there and outwork, outhustle, and ultimattely, OUTSMART everyone who is thrown in my way, rather than resort to anything gimmicky?
When you break it down... That's who I am, anyway!
Which leads us to Breakdown and, honestly, somewhat of a surprise for me. I had a chance to become a champion at Apocalypse and I came up short and to those in charge, it could have been a moment where I was cast to the side. I could have been a figment of everyone's imagination and become someone relegated to the land of the forgotten and wannabes of SCW past. Instead, my next match, another championship opportunity, and this one, as I stated going into Apocalypse, is a title that defines the "workers" of this organization because there are no days off. You go out there, you fight, you compete, you prove yourself time after time, and in the end, you have to PROVE to the world that you aren't going to be a short term champion, but instead establish yourself as a someone who will never give up, and always push yourself to the limits. This doesn't mean you have to resort to pain and suffering, but it means exactly what I defined myself as when I showed up...
Able to OUTWRESTLE EVERYONE!
And this opportunity is one that, to a point, I put myself on a path for from the beginning when I called out Beard. I had hoped he would have still been the champion when he and I crossed paths. But he wasn't, and when our paths crossed, I simply did what I said I was going to do. But now, the Television Championship and I still get to cross paths, and do so with a champion who's name I have said represents something I actually respect in SCW. Konrad Raab is someone who started out a lot like I have so far. He began as someone who was up and down in his career beginning, but as time has progressed, he has become someone who is a staple in SCW, through its good and bad times. He has always shown a desire to improve his abilities. Now he stands as the Television Champion, and is now standing in my way of doing the same thing he had done. And while I respect his abilities and everything he has done to become a somebody in SCW, I am ready to not only follow his example, but also do so in a much more expedited manner.
You hear that, Konrad?
You paying attention?
I am walking into Breakdown with a mission to take you down and show the world that, my slow start is nothing to be taken at face value. Wins and losses have never been what I have said will define me. It's the WHAT I succeed at that will ultimately define me in this business, and what I succeed at will be facing another SCW legend, like I did with Katie Steward, and not just beating them, but taking something of value away from them. Why? Because I said I was here to start a new era of SCW. I mistakenly looked at it as something I could bum-rush into without being methodical. I was naive in that regard, but now that I know what I have to do, how I have to do it, and where I should have continued to put my eyes from the start even after Beard was out of the picture, you're going to be recognized as an integral character, when someone tells this story in the future. When pen goes to paper, and people recount the history of SCW, and this specific era, they will see The One as slowly emerging from obscurity and Konrad Raab as the name that catapulted her through that first glass ceiling.
You see, my naive ways, my misalignment of my goals, all of that, has allowed me to open my eyes and become smarter. I can face the reality of how this plan of mine may not be one I can execute in the matter of days or weeks, but will take months and months to truly have the foundation needed for the next steps. Big pictures can't matter for me right now, anymore. I have to look at a granular and more isolated level. I have to first find the land before I ever lay my cornerstone and build my legacy. And this may be the moment I finally get to survey that land. This may be where I finally begin to take steps forward. But regardless of if any of that is true, what Breakdown WILL be is the end of your resign as Television Champion.
Because when I win, I will begin a new phase of my career and it will be one where people have to come to me. People will have to CHALLENGE me. People will have to outright BEAT me, if they want to get their hands on the Television Championship. It will mark the beginning of a reign that shows why it takes a workhorse to defend it and defend it with longevity. It's no knock on you... But this is a title that was written with someone like me in mind. So I'm planning on taking it, and OWNING it, like nobody in the history of SCW ever has... And that includes any Streets, Taylors, or Valentines that may have staked their claim as "the best" before I ever entered the picture.
Face it... I've lived my life being considered "down and out," but The One IS defined as The One who can defy all odds, all trials and tribulations, and all comers and challengers to HER rightful name. So this is no different... But you will be different in that, you'll be the champion who fails, falls, and presents me with the honor of SCW Television Champion.
With those final words, The One turns and exits, knowing that her initial plans of ransacking everything SCW has been used to isn't as logical or probable as it may have looked on paper. Her new point of view, her ikigai, as she called it, is to focus on what's ahead. Focus on what drives HER to succeed at what she wants, and not what she feels she "has" to do. The Television Championship is one that seems to represent her history of becoming The One, and paralleling the struggles and fights she's had to continue to face off with in order to continue to own the moniker. Now the question is, can she topple an SCW veteran and stalwart, who has proven that, where his early start may have not been memorable, he has become a definite mainstay among the SCW upper echelon of talent.
10-11-2022, 10:48 PM
Charlotte, North Carolina. Monday 10th October (Off-Camera)
Ah, my good old friend, when I wasn't there for wrestling reasons, won the Xfinity Series Charlotte Roval race for the fourth and last time since he's moving up to Cup Series full-time next year. AJ Allmendinger wanted to hang out with me, his so-called son Justin Haley and my so-called son Ty Gibbs. Although Ty was way too young to drink alcohol as we were sitting in a pub, Justin Haley wasn't really into drinking beer today and wanted a cup of coke, so it didn't make Ty feel left out. AJ said, and I agreed that we do need to socialise a bit more, especially with my Television Title win, which Brad Rogers racing celebrated with me already. Of course, Ty and AJ had a bit of heat earlier, but I ensured they were to patch things up before socialising.
Which they did over some racing incident. Honestly, it was then I learned that even with the mistakes drivers make on the track, hard racing or not, there was going to be some tension, and it was a little awkward when they were the main contenders for the Xfinity Championship. On the other hand, I could never be allowed to go for it because I was not a full-time driver, but I was allowed to go for the regular season Xfinity Championship next year, which was a bonus. I never felt I was part of a family with these guys. I could never do this shit with wrestlers; I'd start shit with them. I couldn't get along with them and never will again after the shit I went through last time.
There's no such issue here as we were all getting along, having a chat and having our kids, so to speak, under the wing. Well, it's because Ty wanted me to treat him like a son, and that's the kind of experience I never get. Justin Haley was more interested in looking at the Television Title I carried with me since Justin wanted to take a close look at it. However, Ty stood up and said this inside of a busy bar known as The Dog Bar, distracting guys and women watching ice Hockey, another sport I loved in my life besides NASCAR and soccer.
Ty Gibbs: “Two cheers for AJ Allmendinger and Konrad Raab for winning Charlotte Roval and being the Television Champion.”
Everyone raises a toast to the pair of us, although I didn't do fantastically well at the Cup Series race at all. I had a shitty start, and then I got side swept by Ross Chastain, that fucking cunt who has been doing that kind of shit all year round. But I couldn't be too upset with him because I had won the TV title and hadn't really had much time to celebrate because I had to come back here from Canada.
Justin Haley: “It's so awesome you became the television champion again. I want to wear this thing around my waist.”
Konrad Raab: “Go right ahead.”
Justin grabs the title and puts it on his waist, acting like he's the world champion, especially since he loves professional wrestling. On the other hand, Ty and AJ were relaxed; the good thing is they are talking, which is important to me because I never want them to dislike each other, especially since they are so good at road courses. I cleared my throat.
Konrad Raab: “I beat the living shit out of Samuel Davis. I knew he wasn't fit to be a Television Champion. He didn't care to be the television champion, just his business with Giovanni.”
Justin ran straight back when he heard me talking about wrestling to both Ty and AJ as he loved the sport, as I could tell, bragging he was a television champion. I wish I could make it more extreme so that it wasn't like other belts; I would have extreme matches every single week as long as I was the Extreme Television champion.
Justin Haley: “Yeah, he didn't care to defend it. Just wanted to hog all the gold. But the idea of you wanting to make this an extreme TV title is a good idea. It's creative, and not sure why nobody has thought of it.”
AJ Allmendinger: “I watched your match, you know, for the first time with my wife. She doesn't get the sport, nor did my dad actually. However, they know how important it was for me to watch it, especially since you and Tara have become close friends lately.”
Konrad Raab: “It's about time someone shares my opinion on Climate Change and being on a strict diet. It must be really difficult that you both can't go on a proper holiday because of her food allergies. That's why Tara is easily likeable.”
Ty Gibbs: “While it turned out in an interview, AJ respects me as a driver and a competitor. I wasn't aware of this until I looked at tapes back on all the interviews he's done.”
Justin Haley: “Ah, he has always said that about you because the truth is, you're the only one on par with him on road courses. I just want to run around celebrating the Television Title; I drank some of my coke before I'll do that.”
Justin takes a sip of his coke, seeing how crazy he is about me being the Television Championship. I'm not stupid; I know I got my work cut out, but it's not like racing NASCAR is any different from defending a title every week. It's always this time of the year I get this Television title shot for some reason, happened in the last few years. We all took a drink from our beers or, in the case of Justin and Ty, took a drink from their cokes.
AJ Allmendinger: “Tell me, what happened in the match? Did you, as you say it, batter him?”
Konrad Raab: “I battered his ankle, that's for damn sure, and I have done multiple suplexes to the outside. Although the useless twat poked me in the eyes more than once, I was too much of a match for that wrestling star wannabe who clearly needed help with Giovanni cos Samuel can't do things for himself.”
Ty Gibbs: “It's so awesome, man. You were really unlucky with the race yesterday, but in your eyes, winning a championship is far better than the trophies you win in NASCAR. I'm beginning to be a bit more of a wrestling fan.”
AJ Allmendinger: “You have made this sport a lot bigger than it actually is, Konrad, more than you realise. Jay can tell you how many fans were wearing both your NASCAR and wrestling shirts. You've given this sport so much more attention than I could.”
Justin Haley: “Cos Konrad's the best wrestler, that's why.”
It was really nice to have this kind of conversation since I rarely get that, and most of all, I haven't really felt angry once. Because I was really enjoying myself, how could I not enjoy life right now with me winning the Talladega race last week in the Cup Series race, beating Christy Matthews twice, and putting James Evans and Samuel Davis on the injury list? I drank most of my beer as I loved drinking it, and so did AJ. We got fosters beers each and liked the taste of this one.
Justin Haley: “Konrad's gonna retain against whoever they've named you as your opponent for the Television title.”
Konrad Raab: “The One.”
Ty Gibbs: “Brother in Christ, who would come up with that garbage name for themselves?”
Konrad Raab: “It is a stupid fucking name. I haven't forgotten what she said about me last time we fought against each other, saying I should be lucky to be under her radar. Like, no, I'm going to fuck her up just purely because she said that. The One was meant to be violent towards me when we fought in a fatal four-way match, but she wasn't. I don't understand her.”
AJ Allmendinger: “Well, you can't go over violent, can you?”
Konrad Raab: “In the wrestling rules for this match, you shouldn't, but I'm going to make it so. Having regular matches is getting boring now. I want to brutalise someone and cause someone to bleed all through their head and suffer from the damage I can cause on The One. I will ensure I have her full attention when we face.”
I needed to get this bit of anger out, but not so much compared to the other days I could have it. I drank more of my beer, as did AJ, while the young kids were drinking their cokes. They were having a blast, talking amongst themselves from time to time as I saw Ty and Justin engaging like I was with AJ, but I knew they were also listening to me.
Justin Haley: “You better make sure you tell her who her boss is with your actions in the ring because you should be destroying her over that. People think you're a joke, huh?”
Konrad Raab: “I'm actually pretty respected; you have SupremeCW confused with UGWC one. That made me become a piece of shit in the first place. I love making everyone's lives hell, even when I threw Samuel on the steel steps. I wanted to make this the extreme TV title where only the violent people prove how tough and violent they are every week.”
Ty Gibbs: “You'll kick her ass; I just know it.”
AJ Allmendinger: “We always believe in you, much as I do in you improving on your road course racing that I still saw with the race, you're still struggling with it. Denny will do some tests with you at some point to improve on that.”
Konrad Raab: “Yeah, Denny said the same as well. Let's enjoy the night. I will learn next year to get better at them just like you, Ty and even Justin Haley; that's holding me back. I will also beat The One to retain my Extreme TV title."
Justin Haley: "Damn right you will because you're the badass driver that's an awesome wrestler. I need to see you wrestle one of these days."
Only raises a smile on my face because it was great. Justin said that as I pulled tickets out and gave one to AJ and Ty, but I held one back just to build the suspense for him. However, he got jealous of AJ and Ty real fast about seeing me wrestle at the next show, and I said this with a chuckle with a ticket in hand for Justin as AJ and Ty put theirs in their pocket.
Konrad Raab: "You were saying?"
Justin had a shocked look on his face and bashed my left shoulder in a jokey way.
Justin Haley: "Damn you, tricking me like that, thought you would leave me out."
Konrad Raab: "Special wrestling fans like yourself get teased. No, seriously, I got you three a special place to watch the show from. Then we head off to Las Vegas together in my private plane.
Justin Haley: "Thank you so much, Konrad. It's going to be the best day of our lives."
AJ Allmendinger: "Along with Konrad bone-crushing The One with his violent and brutal nature of hurting people around him in wrestling. It's a shame you don't have any friends in wrestling, but I guess you can't make friends in that kind of sport."
Konrad Raab: "No, you really can't, not like we can in NASCAR. I know for a fact that Luiza will be proud of me tomorrow when she finds out I've gone out to socialise without Frankie, my dog, around."
Ty Gibbs: "And you didn't bring your mace either."
I hadn't thought about my mace once today, but it was something I always wanted to use because I wanted to make wrestlers suffer in so much pain. I'm enjoying the time I had with my NASCAR friends, loyal ones, although Denny and I need to bond at some point with Ty by ourselves since he will be our mentor, although Martin Truex Jr was another guy on hand that could guide Ty and me as well. We had a few fans, both NASCAR and Wrestling fans, come to us for pics and autographs. But went away afterwards. Even if I was an asshole and hated the fans, I couldn't reject them when they wanted my autograph and pics done.
Konrad Raab: "I just want to hurt The One for completely saying I'm off her radar. It really pissed me off, and I'm sending her a direct fucking message."
Justin Haley: "I know you will. You have that animalistic streak in you to go out for a kill."
AJ Allmendinger: "That's the thing, though, it's made Konrad popular. I've seen a bit of your past and believe you, you went absolutely nowhere, and you were stressed and depressed. But with your violence, you using your anger constructively."
Ty Gibbs: "Although he didn't at Kansas when he nearly blasted the NASCAR official with his mace."
AJ Allmendinger: "We've spoken about that."
Justin Haley: "Let's enjoy the Ice Hockey game and for us being good friends we all are. To AJ and Konrad."
Ty and Justin raised our glasses at us as we started drinking the beers and cokes we had in front of us. I remembered that AJ was almost as old as me in NASCAR. Admittedly, AJ's career is going far better than his previous times in NASCAR. I loved his energy even at his age; Ty is still building his, as is Justin Haley. While I'm just a violent maniac, I enjoy talking to them a lot more than I do with wrestlers. We watched an Ice Hockey game before we went our separate ways and for AJ and Ty to compete to win the Xfinity Championships, but it shows even then, we could get along. Especially Ty has been a good friend, even if he's made rookie mistakes, also. But all this meant I would retain my title from that silly, weak bitch known as The One.
Ah, my good old friend, when I wasn't there for wrestling reasons, won the Xfinity Series Charlotte Roval race for the fourth and last time since he's moving up to Cup Series full-time next year. AJ Allmendinger wanted to hang out with me, his so-called son Justin Haley and my so-called son Ty Gibbs. Although Ty was way too young to drink alcohol as we were sitting in a pub, Justin Haley wasn't really into drinking beer today and wanted a cup of coke, so it didn't make Ty feel left out. AJ said, and I agreed that we do need to socialise a bit more, especially with my Television Title win, which Brad Rogers racing celebrated with me already. Of course, Ty and AJ had a bit of heat earlier, but I ensured they were to patch things up before socialising.
Which they did over some racing incident. Honestly, it was then I learned that even with the mistakes drivers make on the track, hard racing or not, there was going to be some tension, and it was a little awkward when they were the main contenders for the Xfinity Championship. On the other hand, I could never be allowed to go for it because I was not a full-time driver, but I was allowed to go for the regular season Xfinity Championship next year, which was a bonus. I never felt I was part of a family with these guys. I could never do this shit with wrestlers; I'd start shit with them. I couldn't get along with them and never will again after the shit I went through last time.
There's no such issue here as we were all getting along, having a chat and having our kids, so to speak, under the wing. Well, it's because Ty wanted me to treat him like a son, and that's the kind of experience I never get. Justin Haley was more interested in looking at the Television Title I carried with me since Justin wanted to take a close look at it. However, Ty stood up and said this inside of a busy bar known as The Dog Bar, distracting guys and women watching ice Hockey, another sport I loved in my life besides NASCAR and soccer.
Ty Gibbs: “Two cheers for AJ Allmendinger and Konrad Raab for winning Charlotte Roval and being the Television Champion.”
Everyone raises a toast to the pair of us, although I didn't do fantastically well at the Cup Series race at all. I had a shitty start, and then I got side swept by Ross Chastain, that fucking cunt who has been doing that kind of shit all year round. But I couldn't be too upset with him because I had won the TV title and hadn't really had much time to celebrate because I had to come back here from Canada.
Justin Haley: “It's so awesome you became the television champion again. I want to wear this thing around my waist.”
Konrad Raab: “Go right ahead.”
Justin grabs the title and puts it on his waist, acting like he's the world champion, especially since he loves professional wrestling. On the other hand, Ty and AJ were relaxed; the good thing is they are talking, which is important to me because I never want them to dislike each other, especially since they are so good at road courses. I cleared my throat.
Konrad Raab: “I beat the living shit out of Samuel Davis. I knew he wasn't fit to be a Television Champion. He didn't care to be the television champion, just his business with Giovanni.”
Justin ran straight back when he heard me talking about wrestling to both Ty and AJ as he loved the sport, as I could tell, bragging he was a television champion. I wish I could make it more extreme so that it wasn't like other belts; I would have extreme matches every single week as long as I was the Extreme Television champion.
Justin Haley: “Yeah, he didn't care to defend it. Just wanted to hog all the gold. But the idea of you wanting to make this an extreme TV title is a good idea. It's creative, and not sure why nobody has thought of it.”
AJ Allmendinger: “I watched your match, you know, for the first time with my wife. She doesn't get the sport, nor did my dad actually. However, they know how important it was for me to watch it, especially since you and Tara have become close friends lately.”
Konrad Raab: “It's about time someone shares my opinion on Climate Change and being on a strict diet. It must be really difficult that you both can't go on a proper holiday because of her food allergies. That's why Tara is easily likeable.”
Ty Gibbs: “While it turned out in an interview, AJ respects me as a driver and a competitor. I wasn't aware of this until I looked at tapes back on all the interviews he's done.”
Justin Haley: “Ah, he has always said that about you because the truth is, you're the only one on par with him on road courses. I just want to run around celebrating the Television Title; I drank some of my coke before I'll do that.”
Justin takes a sip of his coke, seeing how crazy he is about me being the Television Championship. I'm not stupid; I know I got my work cut out, but it's not like racing NASCAR is any different from defending a title every week. It's always this time of the year I get this Television title shot for some reason, happened in the last few years. We all took a drink from our beers or, in the case of Justin and Ty, took a drink from their cokes.
AJ Allmendinger: “Tell me, what happened in the match? Did you, as you say it, batter him?”
Konrad Raab: “I battered his ankle, that's for damn sure, and I have done multiple suplexes to the outside. Although the useless twat poked me in the eyes more than once, I was too much of a match for that wrestling star wannabe who clearly needed help with Giovanni cos Samuel can't do things for himself.”
Ty Gibbs: “It's so awesome, man. You were really unlucky with the race yesterday, but in your eyes, winning a championship is far better than the trophies you win in NASCAR. I'm beginning to be a bit more of a wrestling fan.”
AJ Allmendinger: “You have made this sport a lot bigger than it actually is, Konrad, more than you realise. Jay can tell you how many fans were wearing both your NASCAR and wrestling shirts. You've given this sport so much more attention than I could.”
Justin Haley: “Cos Konrad's the best wrestler, that's why.”
It was really nice to have this kind of conversation since I rarely get that, and most of all, I haven't really felt angry once. Because I was really enjoying myself, how could I not enjoy life right now with me winning the Talladega race last week in the Cup Series race, beating Christy Matthews twice, and putting James Evans and Samuel Davis on the injury list? I drank most of my beer as I loved drinking it, and so did AJ. We got fosters beers each and liked the taste of this one.
Justin Haley: “Konrad's gonna retain against whoever they've named you as your opponent for the Television title.”
Konrad Raab: “The One.”
Ty Gibbs: “Brother in Christ, who would come up with that garbage name for themselves?”
Konrad Raab: “It is a stupid fucking name. I haven't forgotten what she said about me last time we fought against each other, saying I should be lucky to be under her radar. Like, no, I'm going to fuck her up just purely because she said that. The One was meant to be violent towards me when we fought in a fatal four-way match, but she wasn't. I don't understand her.”
AJ Allmendinger: “Well, you can't go over violent, can you?”
Konrad Raab: “In the wrestling rules for this match, you shouldn't, but I'm going to make it so. Having regular matches is getting boring now. I want to brutalise someone and cause someone to bleed all through their head and suffer from the damage I can cause on The One. I will ensure I have her full attention when we face.”
I needed to get this bit of anger out, but not so much compared to the other days I could have it. I drank more of my beer, as did AJ, while the young kids were drinking their cokes. They were having a blast, talking amongst themselves from time to time as I saw Ty and Justin engaging like I was with AJ, but I knew they were also listening to me.
Justin Haley: “You better make sure you tell her who her boss is with your actions in the ring because you should be destroying her over that. People think you're a joke, huh?”
Konrad Raab: “I'm actually pretty respected; you have SupremeCW confused with UGWC one. That made me become a piece of shit in the first place. I love making everyone's lives hell, even when I threw Samuel on the steel steps. I wanted to make this the extreme TV title where only the violent people prove how tough and violent they are every week.”
Ty Gibbs: “You'll kick her ass; I just know it.”
AJ Allmendinger: “We always believe in you, much as I do in you improving on your road course racing that I still saw with the race, you're still struggling with it. Denny will do some tests with you at some point to improve on that.”
Konrad Raab: “Yeah, Denny said the same as well. Let's enjoy the night. I will learn next year to get better at them just like you, Ty and even Justin Haley; that's holding me back. I will also beat The One to retain my Extreme TV title."
Justin Haley: "Damn right you will because you're the badass driver that's an awesome wrestler. I need to see you wrestle one of these days."
Only raises a smile on my face because it was great. Justin said that as I pulled tickets out and gave one to AJ and Ty, but I held one back just to build the suspense for him. However, he got jealous of AJ and Ty real fast about seeing me wrestle at the next show, and I said this with a chuckle with a ticket in hand for Justin as AJ and Ty put theirs in their pocket.
Konrad Raab: "You were saying?"
Justin had a shocked look on his face and bashed my left shoulder in a jokey way.
Justin Haley: "Damn you, tricking me like that, thought you would leave me out."
Konrad Raab: "Special wrestling fans like yourself get teased. No, seriously, I got you three a special place to watch the show from. Then we head off to Las Vegas together in my private plane.
Justin Haley: "Thank you so much, Konrad. It's going to be the best day of our lives."
AJ Allmendinger: "Along with Konrad bone-crushing The One with his violent and brutal nature of hurting people around him in wrestling. It's a shame you don't have any friends in wrestling, but I guess you can't make friends in that kind of sport."
Konrad Raab: "No, you really can't, not like we can in NASCAR. I know for a fact that Luiza will be proud of me tomorrow when she finds out I've gone out to socialise without Frankie, my dog, around."
Ty Gibbs: "And you didn't bring your mace either."
I hadn't thought about my mace once today, but it was something I always wanted to use because I wanted to make wrestlers suffer in so much pain. I'm enjoying the time I had with my NASCAR friends, loyal ones, although Denny and I need to bond at some point with Ty by ourselves since he will be our mentor, although Martin Truex Jr was another guy on hand that could guide Ty and me as well. We had a few fans, both NASCAR and Wrestling fans, come to us for pics and autographs. But went away afterwards. Even if I was an asshole and hated the fans, I couldn't reject them when they wanted my autograph and pics done.
Konrad Raab: "I just want to hurt The One for completely saying I'm off her radar. It really pissed me off, and I'm sending her a direct fucking message."
Justin Haley: "I know you will. You have that animalistic streak in you to go out for a kill."
AJ Allmendinger: "That's the thing, though, it's made Konrad popular. I've seen a bit of your past and believe you, you went absolutely nowhere, and you were stressed and depressed. But with your violence, you using your anger constructively."
Ty Gibbs: "Although he didn't at Kansas when he nearly blasted the NASCAR official with his mace."
AJ Allmendinger: "We've spoken about that."
Justin Haley: "Let's enjoy the Ice Hockey game and for us being good friends we all are. To AJ and Konrad."
Ty and Justin raised our glasses at us as we started drinking the beers and cokes we had in front of us. I remembered that AJ was almost as old as me in NASCAR. Admittedly, AJ's career is going far better than his previous times in NASCAR. I loved his energy even at his age; Ty is still building his, as is Justin Haley. While I'm just a violent maniac, I enjoy talking to them a lot more than I do with wrestlers. We watched an Ice Hockey game before we went our separate ways and for AJ and Ty to compete to win the Xfinity Championships, but it shows even then, we could get along. Especially Ty has been a good friend, even if he's made rookie mistakes, also. But all this meant I would retain my title from that silly, weak bitch known as The One.
10-12-2022, 03:45 AM
EXODUS: Chapter Four
That moment was something I had come to dream about for years. The moment where I could look my mentor in her eyes and see her standing there, and not only see the grim picture of her laying lifeless after fighting the, then, One. I had hoped that the pictures was made to make her look dead, and one day I'd find out the truth... But I never believed it was actually the case. I always believed it was just me trying to be positive.
But yet here she was... Alive...
My body, mind, and soul was enveloped by emotions that I could never express, no matter how many adjectives I knew in my vocabulary. It was overwhelming, and I could see in her eyes she shared the flood of emotions. Neither of us could believe we crossed paths again. I couldn't believe she was alive. She couldn't believe I was The One. But we were together. We were looking one another in the eyes for the first time in years. And it was at this moment we both had a sense of confusion.
Where do we go from here?
What do we do from here?
Do we say our goodbyes and move on?
Do we become besties and go have a girl's night, and just forget whatever else is going on?
While the emotions of seeing the ONE PERSON, in my entire life, I considered a true friend and mentor being alive and in my presence, I had to start processing the reality of the situation at large. I had to re-ground myself in the reality I was living, and realize that this twist and turn could not lead me away from what, ultimately, WE, had set forth on all of those years ago. I had to figure out where my heart and my loyalties combined and also were separated. I had to remind myself that I was still The One, still the protector of The Oracle, and still on a mission to bring those who abused The Oracle to justice.
The One: I... I seriously thought you were dead!
Mentor: Why?
The One: You challenged The One, and you disappeared. When he came back, my heart sank. He just bullied his way through everyone to get to me and pulled his phone out. He took a picture of your body, lifeless, dead, beaten, everything I had feared, he showed me right then and there. Then, next thing you know, he's taking our equipment away, and doing everything he can to make MY LIFE a living hell, knowing that I was part of everything, but having no way to prove it...
Mentor: That night was horrible... I don't know what happened with you, but I was surrounded in this pit of humanity, and The Prophets were talking incessantly. I told them to can it and let me beat the fucker's ass, and next thing you know, I'm waking up on the ground where I was told I was sucker punched by some woman in the crowd with brass knux on her hand...
The One: His protective mother, I would bet...
Mentor: I don't know... I just know I obviously went down, and he jumped on and kept punching. They apparently stopped him when he was going to use a brick to my head, and after that, I'm waking up with only my parents looking over me. They were disgusted with me, briefly told me what happened, and had a ride to take me out of the town and county, and I was told to not come back. I was told not to talk to anyone, or you would be tortured next... They knew my weakness, as I'm guessing The One knew yours...
Mentor: Speaking of all of that, why are you this far out? Why aren't you at The Compound?
The One: The mission had to be carried on... You were dead, as far as I knew, and I wasn't going to let our goal be ended by that asshole. And then I found out about who and what The Oracle actually was, and I knew my job protecting her was far more important. The Oracle is in my protection, right now. It's why I thought you were one of those spies they have trying to hunt her down. It's why I thought you were someone else. I had to treat you like you were one of them. For that, I'm sorry...
Mentor: Don't apologize... You carried our banner... You did what I would have done... For what it's worth, it makes me proud...
The One: So... You're alive... Our banner is still flying... You willing to join the fight, again, and finish what YOU started?
Mentor: ... Thought you'd never ask!
The One: Wait...
The One: This isn't good... The Oracle and her brother are inside, and I don't know where this "runner" is. He could be anywhere. He could be near their room. I'm hoping that's not the case because I haven't gotten an alert on my phone...
The One: I KNOW why you're here. WE know why you're here! In fact, we've been waiting for one of you to actually step onto our turf and cross the line with us. But face it... The Oracle is safer than she's EVER BEEN in her ENTIRE life. You hear me?
The One: And as far as The Prophets go, your new job is to relay this message to them from US... You tell those two fuckers that the band is back together, and STRONGER than ever... I can tell you recognize her. I can tell you know her face. I know you know her story in relation to mine. And yeah... She's back... And she and I are protecting The Oracle at ALL TIMES! The days of your "Prophets" abusing their OWN FUCKING CHILDREN are over...
The One: ... Didn't realize The Oracle was their daughter they were drugging, did you? Yeah, you mindless fuck, that's what they've been doing. So take that message to them, and as for YOU, remember this... If you EVER think about showing your face around here, or ANY of your counterparts, which I have also seen, even think about showing up around here, they'll be taken out one by one. This is not "Compound Territory" anymore. This is The One's territory. This is where WE run the show. Understand?
The One: ... Now you leave this place, no lights, until you get to the road, and you go the opposite way. After that, you do not come back again!
Mentor: You sure you understood all of that, asshole?
Mentor: I'm... I'm sorry I got involved. I know this isn't my show. You're The One. You're running things... I just... I just couldn't help myself...
The One: We're family. We've always been family. Now we don't have to hide it. So don't apologize for anything...
The One: ... The fact is, still, things are serious. If he was here, they're closer than ever to The Oracle. That's the oath I hold the most honor towards, and she needs to be safe and secure...
Mentor: Does that mean I need to stay behind? If so I understand. You've come so far from the girl looking for a way... Now you're The One with the vision... So if I need to stay behind I...
The One: You're not staying anywhere, but by my side. You're part of this team, now. And honestly, I, personally, need someone by my side I know I can trust without thinking twice...
The One: ... One more thing... There is no "hierarchy" here. I am not "in charge." I may be "The One" in your eyes and in the eyes of others, but my sole purpose is to protect The Oracle and her brother. That is OUR mission, now. Once they are secured and safe, we take down The Compound. But I don't "run the show." I'm not here to be the boss of anyone. I'm here to do what is right...
The One: We have a little more help now...
Brother: The FUCK?! Who the hell is she?! And more importantly why is she here, and why should we trust YOU or HER now?! This... This is...
The One: I get it... I do... She is someone new, but she is also the the one who created this idea of freeing you, and bringing down your parents for what they're doing for others. She tried to become "The One" before I did. She is the one who truly laid the foundation for all of this. I was just the one who happened to be able to see it to this phase, and now she is back with us to see it to the end...
The Oracle: Hailey... I trust you...
Hailey: How... How did you know?
The Oracle: I remember your heroism and bravery. I wasn't supposed to see it, that night, but I did. And I remember it vividly. I made a point to learn and remember your name...
The One: Hailey?
Her name, all along, was Hailey. Something I never knew. Something I always wondered. Her story, more of what I want to know. What drove her to deciding she wanting to overtake The Compound, long before I was in the picture? Where did her spirit and her willingness to come back from being told to never set foot in the area again, diminish, and her return become inevitable?
Most importantly... What led to our reuniting?
An "Exodus" for one and yet an "Exodus" for two others has led me to wonder what my role is in this chapter of my life. My friend and the one I was sworn to protect converging in one moment... Nothing what I expected. But the fact that now I had The Oracle and her brother safe, and honestly I had a woman I looked up to and cherished in Hailey, by my side, I began to feel the winds of change surrounding me. No longer was there paranoia. No longer did I feel like I was looking over my shoulder because I had her, I had Hailey, back by my side. This young, adolescent, maturing, girl, who was taken under the wing by an older and much more forward thinking woman, had said woman to be alongside her once again. It was a moment in my life I would never forget. And seeing The Oracle look at Hailey, know Hailey as I did, and see the heroine that I saw, made it that much greater.
But I knew the fight was now just beginning. I had won round one, becoming The One. I had cheated round two, by duping The Prophets. Now the war began as those who sought to truly bring The Compound and The Prophets to their knees had finally aligned, and their first messenger was going back with something The Prophets never intended...
"The band is back together!"
That moment was something I had come to dream about for years. The moment where I could look my mentor in her eyes and see her standing there, and not only see the grim picture of her laying lifeless after fighting the, then, One. I had hoped that the pictures was made to make her look dead, and one day I'd find out the truth... But I never believed it was actually the case. I always believed it was just me trying to be positive.
But yet here she was... Alive...
My body, mind, and soul was enveloped by emotions that I could never express, no matter how many adjectives I knew in my vocabulary. It was overwhelming, and I could see in her eyes she shared the flood of emotions. Neither of us could believe we crossed paths again. I couldn't believe she was alive. She couldn't believe I was The One. But we were together. We were looking one another in the eyes for the first time in years. And it was at this moment we both had a sense of confusion.
Where do we go from here?
What do we do from here?
Do we say our goodbyes and move on?
Do we become besties and go have a girl's night, and just forget whatever else is going on?
While the emotions of seeing the ONE PERSON, in my entire life, I considered a true friend and mentor being alive and in my presence, I had to start processing the reality of the situation at large. I had to re-ground myself in the reality I was living, and realize that this twist and turn could not lead me away from what, ultimately, WE, had set forth on all of those years ago. I had to figure out where my heart and my loyalties combined and also were separated. I had to remind myself that I was still The One, still the protector of The Oracle, and still on a mission to bring those who abused The Oracle to justice.
Both women stand there, breathing heavy, still having said very little to one another. And it is The One who takes the initiative to figure out what is going on, and try and bring some awareness to the situation for them both.
The One: I... I seriously thought you were dead!
Mentor: Why?
The One: You challenged The One, and you disappeared. When he came back, my heart sank. He just bullied his way through everyone to get to me and pulled his phone out. He took a picture of your body, lifeless, dead, beaten, everything I had feared, he showed me right then and there. Then, next thing you know, he's taking our equipment away, and doing everything he can to make MY LIFE a living hell, knowing that I was part of everything, but having no way to prove it...
The One's mentor sighs.
Mentor: That night was horrible... I don't know what happened with you, but I was surrounded in this pit of humanity, and The Prophets were talking incessantly. I told them to can it and let me beat the fucker's ass, and next thing you know, I'm waking up on the ground where I was told I was sucker punched by some woman in the crowd with brass knux on her hand...
The One's eyes roll.
The One: His protective mother, I would bet...
The mentor shrugs.
Mentor: I don't know... I just know I obviously went down, and he jumped on and kept punching. They apparently stopped him when he was going to use a brick to my head, and after that, I'm waking up with only my parents looking over me. They were disgusted with me, briefly told me what happened, and had a ride to take me out of the town and county, and I was told to not come back. I was told not to talk to anyone, or you would be tortured next... They knew my weakness, as I'm guessing The One knew yours...
The One nods.
Mentor: Speaking of all of that, why are you this far out? Why aren't you at The Compound?
The One: The mission had to be carried on... You were dead, as far as I knew, and I wasn't going to let our goal be ended by that asshole. And then I found out about who and what The Oracle actually was, and I knew my job protecting her was far more important. The Oracle is in my protection, right now. It's why I thought you were one of those spies they have trying to hunt her down. It's why I thought you were someone else. I had to treat you like you were one of them. For that, I'm sorry...
Mentor: Don't apologize... You carried our banner... You did what I would have done... For what it's worth, it makes me proud...
The One feels a sense of pride hearing that from her mentor.
The One: So... You're alive... Our banner is still flying... You willing to join the fight, again, and finish what YOU started?
The mentor smirks.
Mentor: ... Thought you'd never ask!
The two begin the walk back toward the motel, with both carrying groceries. As they approach the treeline splitting the parking lot of the store from the back of the hotel, The One freezes.
The One: Wait...
She notices a car she recognizes that is one of the "runners," whose job it is to go and get supplies, grocery orders, et cetera, for The Compound. This car is facing the hotel and the sound of her bags hitting the ground alerts her mentor. She quickly sees The One disappear into the shadows nearing the car. As The One verifies that nobody is sitting in the vehicle, she emerges and motions for her mentor to join her, which the girl quickly grabs all of the sacks, and does.
The One: This isn't good... The Oracle and her brother are inside, and I don't know where this "runner" is. He could be anywhere. He could be near their room. I'm hoping that's not the case because I haven't gotten an alert on my phone...
It's at this point there is a rustling in the treeline, near the car. The two go quiet and see a rotund man emerge with his flashlight being clicked off. It's obvious he was looking around the motel, possibly looking in windows, trying to find the missing people. As the man opens his car door, The One sprints toward him, and as he is between the car door and the car, The One collides, smashing him in between the door and the car. He is in immediate pain from the impact, and he looks up, still wincing, and sees The One staring at him, with a killer instinct look in her eye. He then becomes even more scared as he sees her mentor slowly appear out of the shadows over her shoulder. The One, sensing the presence, slowly looks back and verifies it's someone she trusts, and then back at the man.
The One: I KNOW why you're here. WE know why you're here! In fact, we've been waiting for one of you to actually step onto our turf and cross the line with us. But face it... The Oracle is safer than she's EVER BEEN in her ENTIRE life. You hear me?
The man, still wincing, musters the energy to nod. The One pushes the car door even harder, causing the man to let our a whimper of pain.
The One: And as far as The Prophets go, your new job is to relay this message to them from US... You tell those two fuckers that the band is back together, and STRONGER than ever... I can tell you recognize her. I can tell you know her face. I know you know her story in relation to mine. And yeah... She's back... And she and I are protecting The Oracle at ALL TIMES! The days of your "Prophets" abusing their OWN FUCKING CHILDREN are over...
The man remains terrified, and in pain.
The One: ... Didn't realize The Oracle was their daughter they were drugging, did you? Yeah, you mindless fuck, that's what they've been doing. So take that message to them, and as for YOU, remember this... If you EVER think about showing your face around here, or ANY of your counterparts, which I have also seen, even think about showing up around here, they'll be taken out one by one. This is not "Compound Territory" anymore. This is The One's territory. This is where WE run the show. Understand?
The man, still shaking, musters the energy to nod. And with that nod, The One shoves him in his car, and slams the door behind him.
The One: ... Now you leave this place, no lights, until you get to the road, and you go the opposite way. After that, you do not come back again!
The One's mentor approaches, and leans in to offer her two cents.
Mentor: You sure you understood all of that, asshole?
This makes The One smirk, but the mad just nod in a very speedy manner, and quickly reach for the ignition of his vehicle. He turns it on, puts it in gear, and screeches his way out without turning on his lights, as instructed, and heading in the opposite direction. The One's mentor turns toward her, and sighs.
Mentor: I'm... I'm sorry I got involved. I know this isn't my show. You're The One. You're running things... I just... I just couldn't help myself...
The One puts her hand on her mentor's shoulder.
The One: We're family. We've always been family. Now we don't have to hide it. So don't apologize for anything...
It's at this moment the hard exteriors begin to momentarily deteriorate. The two stare at one another, and without hesitation, embrace as true friends for the first time ever. Both are overcome with emotion with the reuniting and the standing together as one united front, that their caring for one another finally shines through. The One, however, realizes that there is still work to be done, and snaps out of the friendly moment, releasing her hug and stepping back.
The One: ... The fact is, still, things are serious. If he was here, they're closer than ever to The Oracle. That's the oath I hold the most honor towards, and she needs to be safe and secure...
Hearing this makes her mentor feel like this moment may have been a one-off, as she sees The One go to pick up all of her groceries.
Mentor: Does that mean I need to stay behind? If so I understand. You've come so far from the girl looking for a way... Now you're The One with the vision... So if I need to stay behind I...
The One cuts her off.
The One: You're not staying anywhere, but by my side. You're part of this team, now. And honestly, I, personally, need someone by my side I know I can trust without thinking twice...
The One's mentor smiles at the realization that she is truly someone who, both made an impact on this person's life, but is also still regarded as one of the most trustworthy individuals they know.
The One: ... One more thing... There is no "hierarchy" here. I am not "in charge." I may be "The One" in your eyes and in the eyes of others, but my sole purpose is to protect The Oracle and her brother. That is OUR mission, now. Once they are secured and safe, we take down The Compound. But I don't "run the show." I'm not here to be the boss of anyone. I'm here to do what is right...
Hearing the "resolution" of The One makes her mentor feel as if she truly was able to make her point when she was focused on their training. It was never about "power." It was always about the end game, and the result of the mission. The One has learned that concept, and held it true to her. While she may be the "mentor," she knows her role and nods in accordance, and the two gather up everything and head back to toward the motel. As they get close, they begin to be extra careful in case there may be others, like the one they encountered, casing the facility. As they feel comfortable in knowing they are safe, they make their way toward the room that houses The Oracle and her brother. The One gives the coded "knock" they had agreed upon to signal to the two inside that it is her. The brother looks out of the peep hole and sees The One, and slowly opens the door enough for her to come in with the groceries.
As The One enters, she doesn't close the door immediately behind her, which is something very uncommon for her. The brother steps back, and The Oracle stands up, showing a look of concern on her face. The One looks past the brother, and directly to her protectorate.
As The One enters, she doesn't close the door immediately behind her, which is something very uncommon for her. The brother steps back, and The Oracle stands up, showing a look of concern on her face. The One looks past the brother, and directly to her protectorate.
The One: We have a little more help now...
In walks her mentor, which immediately startles The Oracle's brother. He jumps into the face of The One, and begins to chide her.
Brother: The FUCK?! Who the hell is she?! And more importantly why is she here, and why should we trust YOU or HER now?! This... This is...
The One slowly lifts her hand up, trying to calm the brother down, and begins to try and explain.
The One: I get it... I do... She is someone new, but she is also the the one who created this idea of freeing you, and bringing down your parents for what they're doing for others. She tried to become "The One" before I did. She is the one who truly laid the foundation for all of this. I was just the one who happened to be able to see it to this phase, and now she is back with us to see it to the end...
The Oracle approaches The One's mentor, and gently touches her cheek, and looks into her eyes. This creates a sense of confusion amongst everyone, including the brother, The One, and even the mentor. But The Oracle's words change the entire dynamic.
The Oracle: Hailey... I trust you...
The mentor's eyes widen and The One looks on even more confused.
Hailey: How... How did you know?
The Oracle: I remember your heroism and bravery. I wasn't supposed to see it, that night, but I did. And I remember it vividly. I made a point to learn and remember your name...
The One looks over, realizing she has just learned her mentor's name for the first time.
The One: Hailey?
Hailey nods, and in this moment The One smiles, realizing that after all of these years of being told, and telling others that names don't matter, she has learned the name of the one person who has had the most influence in her life. And, most importantly to The One, it was The Oracle who gave her this knowledge on her own fruition, and not because of being drugged or compromised in any way, shape, or form.
Her name, all along, was Hailey. Something I never knew. Something I always wondered. Her story, more of what I want to know. What drove her to deciding she wanting to overtake The Compound, long before I was in the picture? Where did her spirit and her willingness to come back from being told to never set foot in the area again, diminish, and her return become inevitable?
Most importantly... What led to our reuniting?
An "Exodus" for one and yet an "Exodus" for two others has led me to wonder what my role is in this chapter of my life. My friend and the one I was sworn to protect converging in one moment... Nothing what I expected. But the fact that now I had The Oracle and her brother safe, and honestly I had a woman I looked up to and cherished in Hailey, by my side, I began to feel the winds of change surrounding me. No longer was there paranoia. No longer did I feel like I was looking over my shoulder because I had her, I had Hailey, back by my side. This young, adolescent, maturing, girl, who was taken under the wing by an older and much more forward thinking woman, had said woman to be alongside her once again. It was a moment in my life I would never forget. And seeing The Oracle look at Hailey, know Hailey as I did, and see the heroine that I saw, made it that much greater.
But I knew the fight was now just beginning. I had won round one, becoming The One. I had cheated round two, by duping The Prophets. Now the war began as those who sought to truly bring The Compound and The Prophets to their knees had finally aligned, and their first messenger was going back with something The Prophets never intended...
"The band is back together!"
10-12-2022, 11:52 PM
Chicago, Illinois. Tuesday 11th October (Off-Camera)
There was one person I wanted to see before I headed off to Mexico and Las Vegas for wrestling and NASCAR activities of my life, my wife, Luiza Doe. She had been busy taking care of the kids, and quite frankly, she had to deal with my temper at Charlotte Roval when Ross Chastain took me out of the race; that bastard's going to pay when I shove that prick off the track at Las Vegas. I felt terrible for lashing out at Luiza for that because she didn't deserve it, so I knew I had a lot of making up to do. How I was going to do it, I don't know, but I would not go to Mexico until I had done something with her for the day.
It only shames me putting my head down in the sand for how I treated her over something that was not her fault, especially when she was still training to be a spotter. I should've lashed out at someone else other than Luiza. I didn't hit her, and thank god I haven't gotten to that point, but I was lost in my head right now. If I can't convince Luiza it was an accident, I blow my fucking head off because I can't function without her around. Heck, she was the one who said I needed to socialise with my NASCAR friends more.
I took a seat on the armchair and patted my knee for Frankie to get up on me as I stroked him, primarily for comfort. I hugged Frankie for a long time until Luiza decided to speak to me. She was sitting on the sofa, but she didn't look at me or anything, and it only made Frankie whimper as if something was wrong with both of us, which was a concern. Especially since she saw the dark side of me, one I have come to regret.
Luiza Doe: "Are you going to sit there in silence, not apologising to me for yelling and shouting at me because of some idiot taking you out of the race?"
Konrad Raab: “Luiza, I understand. I was pissed off because I had had enough of these fucking road races I suck on. It was very despicable of me to yell and shout at you. I was meant to be building confidence, and now how can I when I got taken out?"
Luiza Doe: "Do you remember what Denny Hamlin and the team said, use that anger on your opponents in the wrestling ring?"
Konrad Raab: "Yeah. I'm so sorry, Luiza. I need to do something to cheer you up, despite you being so pissed off at me and rightfully so, when I treated you like shit. I had suicidal thoughts after I said shit to you."
It was true; I was so bad towards Luzia that I didn't deserve her, nor did I want her to leave me over my goddamn stupid mistake. One I will live to regret for the rest of my life. Mind you; I remember what The One said about me a few months ago, which still angered me. Pissed me the fuck off so much that I wanted to drill her head with my fists. Luiza just looked severe at me.
Luiza Doe: "You know, that's the one thing I love about you; you aren't one of those guys that would blame me for the kind of stuff you said; you acknowledge you were in the wrong and apologising. Konrad, you're anger, I feel it's getting worse, especially if it leads to you shouting at me."
Konrad Raab: "I shouldn't have been such an asshole to you; you're right. I was just angry and frustrated at that moment and couldn't do anything to let my anger out, and sadly, you were that victim."
Luiza Doe: "I believe you when you said you didn't mean it. We need to work a way for you to let your anger out. Maybe we can get a boxing bag for you in our motorhome for our NASCAR trips, so you let your anger out at that instead of me."
She was correct; the problem with going to NASCAR races was there was nowhere I could let my anger out. Not even in my motorhome. Well, it might be an idea for Luiza to get me for my birthday coming up if she hasn't gotten me anything already. Well, I consider my Extreme Television title as my early birthday present. Still, I need to do something, and I think I might have an idea I never asked her before.
Konrad Raab: "I think we should have a day at the sauna; I fancy doing that."
Luiza Doe: "Really?"
Konrad Raab: "Yeah. I will beat the living shit out of The One and talk so bad to her tomorrow. I will let all of my anger on her. Look, I know I've been a massive asshole and what better way to torture myself than to go to a spa and pour a massive amount of sweat. I don't know how else to fix the dam.........."
As I was going to say the words, Luiza came hugging me and kissed my cheek. I feel bad I let my anger out on her, and she was only trying to help. She came to do just that because Luiza knows how pissed off I get during the road course races and how I completely suck ass on them, and she smiles at me while we are hugging.
Luiza Doe: "I thought you'd never ask; of course, I'd love the day at the sauna with you as a form of your punishment, and I go into a spa to relax and get the treatment I deserve."
Konrad Raab: "I hate these places, you know damn well, but it's something I need to punish myself for. I even thought about letting you watch me get beaten badly by someone in the street fighting scene, but I think this will be much better for the both of us. I can't stop thinking of violence and how much I want to destroy people in the ring, especially since I've injured three people in three weeks, and I love the violence I've caused."
Luiza Doe: "No violence and no racing talk. Let's go right now to a spa place that has a sauna. I'm sure there's a place that does both."
Konrad Raab: "There is, right in a shopping mall. Whenever you're ready, I am. I will never treat you like shit ever again."
Luiza Doe: "I get it, Konrad. I love you for it."
Luiza hugged me, and it seemed to work like a charm. I know it would've gotten a lot worse if I didn't say the sauna/spa idea. So I waited at the front door for Luiza as she needed to get herself changed. I was already changed to go as I went to the gym along with taking Frankie for a walk today. At least it wasn't much debate about it. I kept thinking of violence, that power of causing mayhem on the roster, the chaos I caused to everyone around me. Sadly for The One, she's the next victim on the list. Luiza came down in her skateboarding clothes and shoes before we left the house together to go to a spa with a sauna.
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Chicago, Illinois. Wednesday 12th October (On-Camera)
Back in my usual abandoned home where I usually do my videos for upcoming matches, but with an addition this time to my abandoned home that it wasn't just the mace I had in front of me, I also had the Extreme TV title in front of me. Why? Because I wanted my title reign and my first one to be nothing, but a chaos match. Because The One needs to prove herself on how chaotic she can be to beat me down, beat me to a point I can't stand. I sit down on the wooden chair with the usual two tins of red paint in front of me. I look dead set at the camera.
Konrad Raab: “Ah, all of you expect me to talk about what I did and all that good stuff, right? Why should I when you saw it in front of your own beady eyes on the damage I did to James Evans, Christy Matthews and Samuel Davis who was the worst TV champion in history. Heck, I have pieces of their own blood on the wall to share because they were victims. Anyway the next person to be on that blood wall of fame is someone who disregarded me as someone that's not on her radar, The One for the Extreme Television title and it will be an first blood match. I don't give a shit what Shaun Cruiseship and Mr Dickhead say because violence needs to be shown on Breakdown as well you know.”
It felt good to be a television champion again, despite me being critical about it because of how boring my TV title runs were when I won them. I like the challenge of fighting every fucking week, unlike some wrestlers who trash this title by pissing on it and degrading the belt. That was not me, but I added the Extreme TV part of it to change things up.
Konrad Raab: “First of for once in my fucking life, I will give you some credit because unlike Samuel, you deserve a ton of it. What I respect the most about you is you're not like other wrestlers, having friends to back you up and defend for your ass. You go out there and tackle shit on your own. Thank god wrestlers like us exist around here without bullshit managers, bullshit wrestling friends to come out and save you when your in danger. I get a proper one on one fight with you and that's something I expect out of you.”
I did have to praise The One for that to be honest because she was the only wrestler around here besides myself that wanted to do things by herself. I respect that kind of wrestler and more of us should exist in this business. More of us should piss people off and say whatever the fuck we like. I poured my first red tin of paint all over myself, while looking at the camera.
Konrad Raab: “But do you remember when you said I was lucky I wasn't on your radar? I do so very well and I wasn't like other wrestlers would feel about not being on their radar, being proud and happy to not be there. I was absolutely fuming at the fact you considered me as another fucking wrestler that you want nothing to do with. Don't you realise what I've fucking done here since I became a violent, blood thirsty bastard? I've hurt three people, three all on my own and have we seen any of them since I done the damage? No because I fucked them up that badly. Why aren't I on your radar?”
I spit out with so much anger because nothing offended me in this world other than someone coming up and saying I'm not on their radar, despite the praises they have given me, but that really hit a raw nerve with me. I have paint dripping down all over my body now and still drip from my face.
Konrad Raab: “I should be right now when I hold the Extreme TV title with what I've done is more than your Underground title shot you've had. I literally almost killed myself facing Kimberly Williams. Yes I said it, killed because I fucking love wrestling her. You may have some violent tenancies in you, but why are you so fucking soft? Do you known what respect gets you? Nowhere. I was once like you, but my career might as well have been dead if I continued respecting the entire world. Now do I feel your a threat to the Extreme TV title? Hell yes, more so than that joke Samuel Davis was who again as I said, I saw nothing about him that made me fear him or even care to give him respect because he didn't deserve it.”
It was still embarrassing for me to face him in the ring because I made easy work out of him and I didn't have to do very much cos Samuel was complete garbage in the ring. I then poured another load of red paint all over my body and The One asked a question a couple of weeks ago and I was gladly going to answer it.
Konrad Raab: “You asked if anyone has ever had to fight for something emotionally? Every fucking time I step into the ring and why? Because my whole life, I've been treated like a piece of shit and it made me so angry that I lost my fucking mind and became someone I had to be, I had to be violent to get all the emotions I've had for forty five years. That anger I bottled up for so long because of my dad beating the shit out of my every fucking night. My violence is why I gotten where I am today. My violence is why I've been beating the shit out of people and got me to win titles and got PPV title matches I never had since two thousand and sixteen. I had to wait that god damn long to get a PPV title match and that's a fucking joke.”
I spat on the floor as it still disgusts me to this day and I begin to wonder what she even meant if people have earned their nicknames, especially when it comes to one thing in particular that although I wasn't a queen, it relates a lot about me. I smirked straight at The One as I picked up the other tin of red paint and poured it all over my body.
Konrad Raab: “Also I've proved I'm the King Of Deathmatch just so you know because I fought the master of deathmatches last year and I won that match and I won the Underground title so I have every right to call myself the King Of Deathmatch and Kimberly unlike you has proven that to her name. You haven't proven to be The One. Just tell us your real fucking name, Christ, it's like you're afraid to unveil yourself and people talk about my fears of social interactions with other wrestlers? Fuck out of here. You aren't going to last long in this special first blood match for my Extreme TV title. You aren't getting this because the only thing you've done is beat Beard who can't wrestle himself out of a paper bag.”
I never understood why The One would ever brag about beating Beard brutally and viciously when I've retired many wrestlers and injured wrestlers on my own and made them hate me with their fucking guts. I aim to do the same with The One, making her hate my guts. I sighed because I was bored of The One not taking an absolute shit on me
Konrad Raab: “I have destroyed and beaten Christy Matthews and James Evans on my own and I find that more of an accomplishment than your pathetic beating on Beard. You've done nothing to earn this title shot against me and you are one pathetic weak fucking bitch. Go on, brutalise me, tell me you want to kick my teeth down my throat, tell me you're going to beat the living shit out of me. Anything is better than I respect you fucking crap. I want you to hate me and you soon will when I think you're scared to throw out this hate and scared to actually face me because I have no problems using my mace on you, making you fucking cripple.”
All I wanted to do was to cause violence and I want to fucking break The One and her bullshit respectful quotes about me. I guess I'm afraid of accepting her complements because I was so used to being treated like a piece of shit. I have the blood killing attitude in me.
Konrad Raab: “Now you will enjoy the ride of me busting you open and busting open a bone in your body with my mace, breaking a bone in your leg or arm because I enjoy and dream violence every single night. I only want to make you suffer and I will because you're quite boring so to speak and I'm sick of this whole oh I'm not afraid of this person. How fucking generic because in reality, nobody admits the truth that they actually fear someone in their life. They do actually fear wrestlers, they aren't willing to fucking admit it. You're getting a whole rude wakening and you aren't going to like it because I want to piss you off, I want you to be at the end of the match, be on your radar. I will retain the Extreme TV title because I can handle any pain, I can handle being beaten with pain because I literally don't feel pain. I enjoy being in pain and I enjoy being busted open. It makes me better.”
Of course I knew I was running on short amount of time so I had to wrap things up because this girl just pisses me off, there was no hatred from her at all and I want every single person to hate me, hate my fucking guts.
Konrad Raab: “I love being in pain and I want you to bust me open, but I will be doing that first because you will not be able to handle me. I want to say realistically, that match will happen, but it won't and be in some boring generic wrestling match where you pin or submit someone to retain the title. Boring as fuck. You won't be getting up once I've beaten you in the ring and you will be blooded all over my body. Because I want you to brutalise and fuck me up, because I will do the same to you. You can't stop this cold blood killer. I will prove it to you tomorrow night and you're going to have a lot of trouble keeping me down. Prepare to be Iceinated by The Extreme TV champion.”
I stood up and looked angry right at the camera before I kicked the camera softly as a way of turning it off instead of a click of a button.
There was one person I wanted to see before I headed off to Mexico and Las Vegas for wrestling and NASCAR activities of my life, my wife, Luiza Doe. She had been busy taking care of the kids, and quite frankly, she had to deal with my temper at Charlotte Roval when Ross Chastain took me out of the race; that bastard's going to pay when I shove that prick off the track at Las Vegas. I felt terrible for lashing out at Luiza for that because she didn't deserve it, so I knew I had a lot of making up to do. How I was going to do it, I don't know, but I would not go to Mexico until I had done something with her for the day.
It only shames me putting my head down in the sand for how I treated her over something that was not her fault, especially when she was still training to be a spotter. I should've lashed out at someone else other than Luiza. I didn't hit her, and thank god I haven't gotten to that point, but I was lost in my head right now. If I can't convince Luiza it was an accident, I blow my fucking head off because I can't function without her around. Heck, she was the one who said I needed to socialise with my NASCAR friends more.
I took a seat on the armchair and patted my knee for Frankie to get up on me as I stroked him, primarily for comfort. I hugged Frankie for a long time until Luiza decided to speak to me. She was sitting on the sofa, but she didn't look at me or anything, and it only made Frankie whimper as if something was wrong with both of us, which was a concern. Especially since she saw the dark side of me, one I have come to regret.
Luiza Doe: "Are you going to sit there in silence, not apologising to me for yelling and shouting at me because of some idiot taking you out of the race?"
Konrad Raab: “Luiza, I understand. I was pissed off because I had had enough of these fucking road races I suck on. It was very despicable of me to yell and shout at you. I was meant to be building confidence, and now how can I when I got taken out?"
Luiza Doe: "Do you remember what Denny Hamlin and the team said, use that anger on your opponents in the wrestling ring?"
Konrad Raab: "Yeah. I'm so sorry, Luiza. I need to do something to cheer you up, despite you being so pissed off at me and rightfully so, when I treated you like shit. I had suicidal thoughts after I said shit to you."
It was true; I was so bad towards Luzia that I didn't deserve her, nor did I want her to leave me over my goddamn stupid mistake. One I will live to regret for the rest of my life. Mind you; I remember what The One said about me a few months ago, which still angered me. Pissed me the fuck off so much that I wanted to drill her head with my fists. Luiza just looked severe at me.
Luiza Doe: "You know, that's the one thing I love about you; you aren't one of those guys that would blame me for the kind of stuff you said; you acknowledge you were in the wrong and apologising. Konrad, you're anger, I feel it's getting worse, especially if it leads to you shouting at me."
Konrad Raab: "I shouldn't have been such an asshole to you; you're right. I was just angry and frustrated at that moment and couldn't do anything to let my anger out, and sadly, you were that victim."
Luiza Doe: "I believe you when you said you didn't mean it. We need to work a way for you to let your anger out. Maybe we can get a boxing bag for you in our motorhome for our NASCAR trips, so you let your anger out at that instead of me."
She was correct; the problem with going to NASCAR races was there was nowhere I could let my anger out. Not even in my motorhome. Well, it might be an idea for Luiza to get me for my birthday coming up if she hasn't gotten me anything already. Well, I consider my Extreme Television title as my early birthday present. Still, I need to do something, and I think I might have an idea I never asked her before.
Konrad Raab: "I think we should have a day at the sauna; I fancy doing that."
Luiza Doe: "Really?"
Konrad Raab: "Yeah. I will beat the living shit out of The One and talk so bad to her tomorrow. I will let all of my anger on her. Look, I know I've been a massive asshole and what better way to torture myself than to go to a spa and pour a massive amount of sweat. I don't know how else to fix the dam.........."
As I was going to say the words, Luiza came hugging me and kissed my cheek. I feel bad I let my anger out on her, and she was only trying to help. She came to do just that because Luiza knows how pissed off I get during the road course races and how I completely suck ass on them, and she smiles at me while we are hugging.
Luiza Doe: "I thought you'd never ask; of course, I'd love the day at the sauna with you as a form of your punishment, and I go into a spa to relax and get the treatment I deserve."
Konrad Raab: "I hate these places, you know damn well, but it's something I need to punish myself for. I even thought about letting you watch me get beaten badly by someone in the street fighting scene, but I think this will be much better for the both of us. I can't stop thinking of violence and how much I want to destroy people in the ring, especially since I've injured three people in three weeks, and I love the violence I've caused."
Luiza Doe: "No violence and no racing talk. Let's go right now to a spa place that has a sauna. I'm sure there's a place that does both."
Konrad Raab: "There is, right in a shopping mall. Whenever you're ready, I am. I will never treat you like shit ever again."
Luiza Doe: "I get it, Konrad. I love you for it."
Luiza hugged me, and it seemed to work like a charm. I know it would've gotten a lot worse if I didn't say the sauna/spa idea. So I waited at the front door for Luiza as she needed to get herself changed. I was already changed to go as I went to the gym along with taking Frankie for a walk today. At least it wasn't much debate about it. I kept thinking of violence, that power of causing mayhem on the roster, the chaos I caused to everyone around me. Sadly for The One, she's the next victim on the list. Luiza came down in her skateboarding clothes and shoes before we left the house together to go to a spa with a sauna.
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Chicago, Illinois. Wednesday 12th October (On-Camera)
Back in my usual abandoned home where I usually do my videos for upcoming matches, but with an addition this time to my abandoned home that it wasn't just the mace I had in front of me, I also had the Extreme TV title in front of me. Why? Because I wanted my title reign and my first one to be nothing, but a chaos match. Because The One needs to prove herself on how chaotic she can be to beat me down, beat me to a point I can't stand. I sit down on the wooden chair with the usual two tins of red paint in front of me. I look dead set at the camera.
Konrad Raab: “Ah, all of you expect me to talk about what I did and all that good stuff, right? Why should I when you saw it in front of your own beady eyes on the damage I did to James Evans, Christy Matthews and Samuel Davis who was the worst TV champion in history. Heck, I have pieces of their own blood on the wall to share because they were victims. Anyway the next person to be on that blood wall of fame is someone who disregarded me as someone that's not on her radar, The One for the Extreme Television title and it will be an first blood match. I don't give a shit what Shaun Cruiseship and Mr Dickhead say because violence needs to be shown on Breakdown as well you know.”
It felt good to be a television champion again, despite me being critical about it because of how boring my TV title runs were when I won them. I like the challenge of fighting every fucking week, unlike some wrestlers who trash this title by pissing on it and degrading the belt. That was not me, but I added the Extreme TV part of it to change things up.
Konrad Raab: “First of for once in my fucking life, I will give you some credit because unlike Samuel, you deserve a ton of it. What I respect the most about you is you're not like other wrestlers, having friends to back you up and defend for your ass. You go out there and tackle shit on your own. Thank god wrestlers like us exist around here without bullshit managers, bullshit wrestling friends to come out and save you when your in danger. I get a proper one on one fight with you and that's something I expect out of you.”
I did have to praise The One for that to be honest because she was the only wrestler around here besides myself that wanted to do things by herself. I respect that kind of wrestler and more of us should exist in this business. More of us should piss people off and say whatever the fuck we like. I poured my first red tin of paint all over myself, while looking at the camera.
Konrad Raab: “But do you remember when you said I was lucky I wasn't on your radar? I do so very well and I wasn't like other wrestlers would feel about not being on their radar, being proud and happy to not be there. I was absolutely fuming at the fact you considered me as another fucking wrestler that you want nothing to do with. Don't you realise what I've fucking done here since I became a violent, blood thirsty bastard? I've hurt three people, three all on my own and have we seen any of them since I done the damage? No because I fucked them up that badly. Why aren't I on your radar?”
I spit out with so much anger because nothing offended me in this world other than someone coming up and saying I'm not on their radar, despite the praises they have given me, but that really hit a raw nerve with me. I have paint dripping down all over my body now and still drip from my face.
Konrad Raab: “I should be right now when I hold the Extreme TV title with what I've done is more than your Underground title shot you've had. I literally almost killed myself facing Kimberly Williams. Yes I said it, killed because I fucking love wrestling her. You may have some violent tenancies in you, but why are you so fucking soft? Do you known what respect gets you? Nowhere. I was once like you, but my career might as well have been dead if I continued respecting the entire world. Now do I feel your a threat to the Extreme TV title? Hell yes, more so than that joke Samuel Davis was who again as I said, I saw nothing about him that made me fear him or even care to give him respect because he didn't deserve it.”
It was still embarrassing for me to face him in the ring because I made easy work out of him and I didn't have to do very much cos Samuel was complete garbage in the ring. I then poured another load of red paint all over my body and The One asked a question a couple of weeks ago and I was gladly going to answer it.
Konrad Raab: “You asked if anyone has ever had to fight for something emotionally? Every fucking time I step into the ring and why? Because my whole life, I've been treated like a piece of shit and it made me so angry that I lost my fucking mind and became someone I had to be, I had to be violent to get all the emotions I've had for forty five years. That anger I bottled up for so long because of my dad beating the shit out of my every fucking night. My violence is why I gotten where I am today. My violence is why I've been beating the shit out of people and got me to win titles and got PPV title matches I never had since two thousand and sixteen. I had to wait that god damn long to get a PPV title match and that's a fucking joke.”
I spat on the floor as it still disgusts me to this day and I begin to wonder what she even meant if people have earned their nicknames, especially when it comes to one thing in particular that although I wasn't a queen, it relates a lot about me. I smirked straight at The One as I picked up the other tin of red paint and poured it all over my body.
Konrad Raab: “Also I've proved I'm the King Of Deathmatch just so you know because I fought the master of deathmatches last year and I won that match and I won the Underground title so I have every right to call myself the King Of Deathmatch and Kimberly unlike you has proven that to her name. You haven't proven to be The One. Just tell us your real fucking name, Christ, it's like you're afraid to unveil yourself and people talk about my fears of social interactions with other wrestlers? Fuck out of here. You aren't going to last long in this special first blood match for my Extreme TV title. You aren't getting this because the only thing you've done is beat Beard who can't wrestle himself out of a paper bag.”
I never understood why The One would ever brag about beating Beard brutally and viciously when I've retired many wrestlers and injured wrestlers on my own and made them hate me with their fucking guts. I aim to do the same with The One, making her hate my guts. I sighed because I was bored of The One not taking an absolute shit on me
Konrad Raab: “I have destroyed and beaten Christy Matthews and James Evans on my own and I find that more of an accomplishment than your pathetic beating on Beard. You've done nothing to earn this title shot against me and you are one pathetic weak fucking bitch. Go on, brutalise me, tell me you want to kick my teeth down my throat, tell me you're going to beat the living shit out of me. Anything is better than I respect you fucking crap. I want you to hate me and you soon will when I think you're scared to throw out this hate and scared to actually face me because I have no problems using my mace on you, making you fucking cripple.”
All I wanted to do was to cause violence and I want to fucking break The One and her bullshit respectful quotes about me. I guess I'm afraid of accepting her complements because I was so used to being treated like a piece of shit. I have the blood killing attitude in me.
Konrad Raab: “Now you will enjoy the ride of me busting you open and busting open a bone in your body with my mace, breaking a bone in your leg or arm because I enjoy and dream violence every single night. I only want to make you suffer and I will because you're quite boring so to speak and I'm sick of this whole oh I'm not afraid of this person. How fucking generic because in reality, nobody admits the truth that they actually fear someone in their life. They do actually fear wrestlers, they aren't willing to fucking admit it. You're getting a whole rude wakening and you aren't going to like it because I want to piss you off, I want you to be at the end of the match, be on your radar. I will retain the Extreme TV title because I can handle any pain, I can handle being beaten with pain because I literally don't feel pain. I enjoy being in pain and I enjoy being busted open. It makes me better.”
Of course I knew I was running on short amount of time so I had to wrap things up because this girl just pisses me off, there was no hatred from her at all and I want every single person to hate me, hate my fucking guts.
Konrad Raab: “I love being in pain and I want you to bust me open, but I will be doing that first because you will not be able to handle me. I want to say realistically, that match will happen, but it won't and be in some boring generic wrestling match where you pin or submit someone to retain the title. Boring as fuck. You won't be getting up once I've beaten you in the ring and you will be blooded all over my body. Because I want you to brutalise and fuck me up, because I will do the same to you. You can't stop this cold blood killer. I will prove it to you tomorrow night and you're going to have a lot of trouble keeping me down. Prepare to be Iceinated by The Extreme TV champion.”
I stood up and looked angry right at the camera before I kicked the camera softly as a way of turning it off instead of a click of a button.