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.
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