Alexis Quinne vs. Konrad Raab

[Konrad Raab]

Boston, Massachusetts. Wednesday 4th January. (Off-Camera)

It's been a rapid change as I only just had time to do a video for the match and grab my gear since I had been in Pakistan throughout this entire time. The only time I did come home was for Christmas. Other times, I was in Pakistan, providing them with medical gear and toiletries, especially for women and bringing more food and water, especially for them. It was worse than for the wear, and nobody gave a fuck. Anyway, so I arrived in my hired apartment because I refused to be in fucking hotels, but of course, my counsellor Darren O'Neil wanted to have a chat. 

I wasn't in the mood, especially who had returned to wrestling as of late. That was going to be the last thing I wanted to discuss with Darren. I was happy that the bullshit tournament was over, and while I was pissed about the loss at first for some reason, I don't know why I was, considering I know I'll get my chance someday. I sat on the sofa and looked at Darren.

Darren O'Neil: "You know I was going to come today because we need to talk about this friendship business."

Konrad Raab: "Oh, not this bullshit again. The tournament is over and done with. Leave it at that."

Darren O'Neil: "Do you honestly think I'm this stupid to leave you after one session on top of something else?"

Konrad Raab: "What do you fucking mean?"

Darren O'Neil: "You don't have any wrestling friends, but trust me, in that tournament match, I noticed something. Do you honestly think I wouldn't notice something between you and Kimberly Williams?"

I shook my head immediately because I was not ready to come to terms with her. I did need to talk to him about it, but I didn't think he would notice what was happening rapidly, and I aggressively hit back at him.

Konrad Raab: "There is no fucking romance between Kimberly and me, so don't even go there with me."

Darren O'Neil: "No, Konrad. Let me run down what I saw, and you can claim it's rubbish all you want, but it's not. When you and Kimberly locked eyes, sure, you both went to go and use weapons, but at that moment, what I saw were eyes of you two being friends in the future."

Konrad Raab: "I can't. I'm still carrying fucking scars from the last time I were friends with wrestlers. I'm still emotionally scarred from what The Jackals did to me."

Darren O'Neil: "I get it; you're afraid to admit the truth. I already can see it in your eyes, the same eyes of you wanting to be friends with Kim I saw in the match. I get you're afraid of accepting it. I also get why you didn't talk about it because you were opponents. Before you struck Kimberly, she stated she loves wrestling you."

I was at a standstill, Darren saw right through me, and my problem was my confidence and this whole change of having a friend; I'm still not sure, especially since I felt I had to settle a score first, which I would get into later. I was angry he saw my weakness, and I couldn't speak. I gulped hard.

Darren O'Neil: "What I also noticed when you left the arena straight after your match was I saw Kimberly in the back fully changed, wearing an Oktoberfest shirt. Konrad, she wants you to be your friend."

Konrad Raab: "I'm not ready for that life. I don't feel confident speaking to her about my personal shit. I've gotten so used to being on my own and never want friends in wrestling again because I'm still angry about what happened. I'm angry every single day because nobody seems to understand me. Nobody seems to understand how hard it is for me to overcome how damaged I am."

Darren O'Neil: "You're not a damaged guy. I hear what you're saying about your lack of confidence, but I wasn't blind to it. I will work with you on being confident with talking to Kimberly. I will even be there for you both to talk. You need to do it sooner than later. I hope you do it this month."

I shook my head because I didn't want to, especially when I had to tackle something far more critical before moving on to the next stage in life. So I hit this in response.

Konrad Raab: "Before this wrestler returned, I would be willing to meet with Kimberly next week and talk to her, but right now, I got to tackle shit with the girl that I want to fucking beat the inch of her life. I want to make her feel all the fucking hate I have for her. I literally want her to suffer with so much pain, Kandis. She is my number one target and enemy out of everyone on the roster."

I picked the clothes up as I secretly told Luiza to change things up in regards to me this year after discovering this news of Kandis' return. I showed him this outfit I would be wearing temporarily, well, it was the design my twin brother once used, but his was too big for me, so I got it made as I grit my teeth each time I think about Kandis. As he looked at the redesigned gear, covered in flames and blood, Darren noticed something on my pants and my coat that was very different.

Darren O'Neil: "That's not your nickname."

Konrad Raab: "Because Kandis has caused me so much anger and hell. She deserves a whole lot worse than blood; she deserves to fucking burn. Until I'm done with this plastic bitch, I will not be Kimberly's friend yet. I need to remove my past life in wrestling, and Kandis is who I will be targetting, being known as The Flame Blood."

Darren O'Neil: "Konrad, I understand your anger towards her, but I don't like it. I already think you go too far with blood, but now you want to use fire that you would get arrested for?"

Konrad Raab: "Yes, I fucking do want to play with fire so I can get Kandis where I need her, and since she loves her body so much, I will make her hate her body when I cover it with burns to her skin. Alexis is going to feel so much hatred, and I'm not going to stop until after I fight Kandis on the emotional fucking damage she's done to me. If you disagree with me, get out and leave."

There was no fucking reason for me to be known as Ice Blood in this situation. Giving Kandis blood is ineffective; it wouldn't be enough for her or me. Darren didn't see the item I brought with me, my lighter. I laughed as a madman processed. I'm that for Kandis, who will soon discover that she made the biggest mistake of her life by returning to SCW. 

All I kept thinking about was the burns and the blood she would suffer from my hands. I even watched films of pyro's going out of control, and all I felt was Kandis's body in flames. Until I stopped watching pyro and flame movies because I got a text from my best friend from NASCAR, stating he was coming over to hang out with me again. When he arrived, it calmed me down, and we went out to play arcades and pool.

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Chicago, Illinois. Tuesday 3rd January (On-Camera)

I've only been in Chicago for twenty five minutes after arriving from Pakistan so instead of seeing just blood stained walls, I managed to find temporary flame wallpaper of what will resemble of a temporary change I needed to do since a certain wrestler has returned. Now flame wallpaper was covering the entire house and I built a few more other small wooden homes to test my skills. Of course I still had the wooden chair and tins of red paint on top of my blood wall of fame, but I also got a special spot for a particular wrestler who deserves the worst consequences for her crime, a flame wall of fame. So the camera was facing on a flame table mat with a lighter I had in my hand, on top of my mace on the wall behind me. I leaned forward to look directly at the camera.

Konrad Raab: “For fuck sake Alexis Quinne, I've only arrived to United States twenty five minutes ago which I will get into why that is and you're already speaking so much shit. I'm going to say something I've never done before, addressing your stupid fucking comments. First of all, you stupid brainless bitch, we did not race in NASCAR cars, we drove UMP Modifieds which are dirt cars. At least get that fucking right and secondly, we met in a locker room, not in a fucking hotel. In fact, I've not stayed in hotels for three years. I don't stay in hotels, I stay in hired apartments. I never thought you could be this fucking stupid.”

I hated having to hit her comments back from what she stated from her newest video and I already wanted to pour paint all over myself, but I continued.

Konrad Raab: “Are you seriously complaining about an fucking 80 degree heat in a fifteen minute race? That's nothing, compared to what I had to go through back in June last year in Nashville Speedway where I almost fucking died in one hundred and thirty-five Fahrenheit after the Xfinity Series race that I driven in for four hours. You're just a weak fucking bitch, honestly. You barely even said shit towards me when I knocked your ass out in a race to teach you and Selena a fucking lesson that all this wrestling fairly shit doesn't get you anywhere. It's boring as hell. No wonder why you and Selena are fucking pussies to not risk everything you have to win matches.”

It was very ironic of her to mention heat, considering I was exposing a lot of what I'm going under and I'm deciding to save that for later. I shook my head as I poured red paint all over my body, imagining that it was Alexis and a returning wrestler's blood. Of course I knew Alexis was going to talk more bullshit about winning.

Konrad Raab: “Your wins against me are like how any wrestler in SCW currently views you, fucking worthless. It didn't get you anywhere, and you, with your big fucking mouth, think you can beat me again? No fucking chance you will. Heck, you were too scared to contribute to what I said in the locker room. You're weak and absolutely pathetic. OK, you were a former SCW champion. Do I feel you're someone to be feared? No, but you're way more of a threat than Ace Sky's of the world.”

I had a bit more to say to Alexis in regards to her stupid fucking comments and little does she know that she's not my worst enemy in the company, but I get onto that later.

Konrad Raab: “Difference is you're harmless, you won't do shit other than wanting to have a clean match. Because I'm an asshole and you can't do shit to me in terms of damage because you can't out violence me for shit. You can't make me bleed, you won't weld a weapon that will clock my head in because I came to this business to hurt people. Do I admire you're all about wrestling? Oh for sure, but you're afraid to get your hands dirty, I'm not. I'm willing to make you bleed, you're not. I rarely praise people for beating me, but you don't deserve that fucking praise because unlike Kim and James, you haven't made me taste my own blood.”

I gave myself a bit of a break from speaking as I drank some water from a metal bottle and I still had to explain about the flames, but more importantly her stupid wrestling show she somehow set up.

Konrad Raab: “Oh, another fucking wrestling show you want to do yourself. Typical because except for SCW and GCW, the other two companies are fucking trash, especially that Japanese one who have a lawsuit on their hands which what they did is the most stupidest thing they could do. Heck, you can do that shit at UGWC Wrestlestock shows they do every year so your Voyagers show is nothing fucking special and just like your punk hazard shows, Voyagers show will fucking fail as well."

Now is where I will explain to the world what I had been doing these last two months now and it needed to be said.

Konrad Raab: "Do you know what I was doing all throughout Christmas and New Year and why I've only been in the US for forty-five minutes? Because unlike you and everyone's ignorant selves who wants to plan wrestling shows and only care about yourselves, I've actually helped a hell of a lot of people in Pakistan because of the floodings they had by building tents, building bridges, helping people saved from dying in the water and give Pakistani's food and water. How many of you actually give a shit about other people outside of wrestling that need your help? None, and I went there straight after Under Attack PPV as well. So I will be at your fucking wrestling show, but to speak out about Climate Change and sell wristbands to give to Pakistan from lives lost in the flooding, not to wrestle.”

I did want to nail the hammer on Alexis right now and it was going to make a real point on my feelings about her before I wanted to address someone else.

Konrad Raab: “While I still want to fucking destroy you in the ring, wins in the business are a bonus for me because I focus a lot more on giving pieces of shits like you so much pain, so much suffering because your weak self wants to make pathetic friends with Datura and other irrelevant wrestlers in other companies to gain the masses because nobody gives a fuck about you. I've done more last year than you did with your career here since you returned. You can talk about your near Adrenaline and rumble wins, but they don't hold a candle to me winning Underground and TV titles or the fact I ended three wrestling careers. That's the situation you're going to be facing when you go against me and I will fucking destroy you. I will make you bleed and I want you to make me bleed too. Congratulations on making me want to win the match and I will win simply because I hate you as much as everyone, but not as much as someone I hate more to the core and them being my number one enemy and will explain more what setting you see here."

I looked at the camera and I poured one last tin of red paint and I pointed right at the camera while covered with red paint, while getting used to the flames surrounding the room.

Konrad Raab: "Congratulations, Kandis, for making the biggest mistake in your entire life on returning to SCW. You're a fucking poison. I would love nothing more than for you to watch what I'll do to Alexis Quinne, but it will be a whole lot worse for you, but it's a teaser of what you'll see. The difference between her and you is I want more than just your blood. I want to fucking burn you. That's right, all these flame wallpaper and the table mat, it's all because of the hell you put me through by agreeing with your bitch ass Drake on him calling me a deadweight wrestler and throwing me out of The Jackals like I was a piece of shit, like I meant nothing to The Jackals."

I took a bit of a break again from speaking as I drank some water before speaking more about the situation I felt I wanted to be in with Kandis.

Konrad Raab: "I almost lost what the fuck I was going to do in wrestling because of you, Drake and Tommy, betraying my ass and I haven't made any friends in wrestling since because of what you, Drake and Tommy did to me. Trust me, not only will you hate me so much more that I want to fucking pound your head in with my firey fists, but you will hate your body when I'm done with you because your plastic ass will be covered with flames. After all, it's the only way I can seek revenge on you for the damages you caused to me. I can't move on from the pain you caused to me until I face you in the ring. I want you to be burnt all over, and nobody will ever see you the same so called pretty girl again, not even your weak-ass husband, Tommy. Because of you, you better watch out for fire to see what you've done to me emotionally. Because of you, I'm The Flame Blood. Prepare to be burnt Kandis and Alexis Quinne by The Flame Blood."

I knew it was going to strike into fear of both ladies. More so with Kandis, as I wanted her to pay fucking attention to me after causing me to be hurt and betrayed and I wasn't going to stop triggering fires until I get the match I wanted against Kandis, a flaming inferno match in a cage. As for Alexis, she's in for a rude awakening and I already feel sorry that she's my victim for this week, especially she's nowhere near as bad as Kandis was. Anyway, I turned the camera off, immediately left Chicago to pick up my case, and headed towards Boston.