Konrad Raab vs. Ravyn Taylor

[Konrad Raab]

Omaha, Nebraska. Saturday 6th May. (Off-Camera)

That day, I remembered Darren saying to me a while ago that I needed to make friends and have an active social life outside of racing. Granted, I have started going to strip clubs to see some hot women, and some I end up having sex with. However, this was not the case when it came to someone. I remember giving me some acknowledgement and praise that I was unwilling to provide Kimberly Williams with. I will admit when she was angry and vicious, part of me got turned on by her, but I knew she was spoken for. I knew she was off limits, but god damn, how much I wanted to fuck her at times.

Anyway, I walked into the arena, still shaky because I knew other wrestlers would be around, and I was hours early for the show. But simultaneously, as much as it pains my soul, I had to do it. I got no fucking choice. I saw her talking to Angelica about what the apparent plan was for tonight when it comes to the Underground title match. I stood there, not wanting to raise attention, as I was shaky and sweaty because I was so scared of social interaction. I waited until Kim went to speak to a backstage worker, and Angelica turned around and saw me.

Angelica Jones: "You want to talk to Kim, don't you?"

I nodded because I couldn't bring myself to speak when I was sweaty and afraid, and she saw that in me, saw how shaky I was. Kim was talking to a backstage worker.

Angelica Jones: "Hey Kim, one of your friends wants to talk to you."

Kim stopped talking to the backstage worker and turned around to see me standing around, and she screamed out at the top of her lungs.

Kimberly Williams: "Oktoberfest."

I stood there, unsure how to react to Kimberly screaming at me. I was still nervous. Then again, I thought Kim was hot and always had been, but knowing she was off limits. Then again, I'm still not comfortable with the situation.

Angelica Jones: "I leave you two to it. I got business to handle."

Angelica went away, and my nerves relaxed a bit. At the same time, I was still pouring sweat all over the place due to my nerves, and they were still there. Kimberly walked to her locker room and closed the door as we sat.

Kimberly Williams: "I'm so happy to see you. Finally, you're not hiding from talking to me anymore."

Konrad Raab: "There's more for me to say than for you. Look, I know I've been really fucking shitty to you, and I'm sorry, first of all. I had a counsellor for a bit here, telling me that you wanted to be my friend with the shirts you wore to support me, but the problem was when I was going to talk to you, we ended up facing each other. Also, I couldn't get over how hurt I was when I opened up to Drake, Tommy and Kandis when they said I was a dead weight. Because of how heavily guarded I was due to that, I shut you down, and you didn't deserve that."

Kimberly Williams: "I was wondering when you noticed the support I had for you. I understand it was scary for you to have someone supporting you, but what I was doing was helping you. I wanted this discussion for a long time, but you're so hostile and angry. I'm guessing you had a really shitty life."

I paused as Kimberly got me right away. I nodded, and she passed me some water because she saw how sweaty I was, being nervous and afraid of talking to her and drank some water, and I did. This was when for the first time, I was going to speak first.

Konrad Raab: “My dad. When I was five, he beat the living shit out of me and has done that every day since. I couldn't defend myself because my dad said I couldn't. When I was ten, he tried to burn me. All because he never wanted me in his life. He sent me to the army to try and get me killed. Until now, I wasn't able to express the anger I could. It's all from my past, on top of Kandis, Tommy, and Drake fucking made me feel like a piece of shit. I've not spoken to anyone in wrestling since."

It was rough because I didn't know how this would come across when it came to Kimberly due to how nervous and frightened I was. I even felt like crying, and I have no idea why. It could be a relief from opening up.

Kimberly Williams: "I understand; I've also gone through the same shit with my family. Not to the extent you told me, but I don't give a shit, to be honest. I now understand why you pushed me away. You were protecting yourself. You didn't need to do that with me. I love the violence, passion and brutality you brought. Heck, nobody up until that point had wanted to kill me as much as you did in wrestling, ever."

Konrad Raab: "I still carry the glass you put on me. I got to admit, wrestling you was a lot of fucking fun. I loved the minute of being in hardcore matches. It makes me feel so much better. I love to hurt and cause chaos to my enemies because I love them being in pain and enjoying watching them in pain from how I fucking emotionally feel every day. Do you know something? It made me enjoy wrestling so much more."

Kimberly Williams: "Yeah, well, I really hope one day, you will change your life around or, at best, have that gauntlet match you want so much, and I will take part when it comes because I want to help you. I always will support you. I'm glad you're talking to me about it. I've been meaning to talk to you to be brutally honest that you need to think about having a manager or a tag partner for the mess you're in."

Konrad Raab: "There isn't anyone I trust in wrestling I'd team with, and I will never trust any wrestler ever again. I rather do shit myself than have a helping hand and become a pussy. I don't want those worthless tag titles. They are a fucking curse. I don't want managers either because they will hold me back. I don't want them to sneakily do business shit with me. I feel Mr Dickhead is secretly finding a manager for me without me telling him to. I fucking sense it. I also sense I know who fucking attacked me too. It can't be anyone but Ace's fucking brother Damien."

I knew I was getting my anger out way too much, more so that although I got what Kim was saying, I refused to be held back by anyone since I had been held back from unleashing violence my entire life. I wouldn't go through any of that again, especially since I fucking loved hurting people. Although I do have something to say to Kim.

Konrad Raab: “That Xander Valentine is a lying snitch. He's not a monster anymore; he's pathetic. He's weak, and I always thought that with him, trying to make it as if you're siding with Adam, and I know you're not at all."

Kimberly Williams: "It's annoying he's putting this blame onto me."

Konrad Raab: "Then take the cunt's fucking head off. I don't know why you're letting your guard down lately. I want the chaotic Kim back. I want Kim to beat the shit out of Xander instead of allowing him to be a fucking snitch."

Kimberly Williams: "I wish I could teach the guy some lessons, but once I got the Underground title, I wanted to change. I have done what I needed to do, and I had enough of being aggressive and mean to people. There will be a time for you to do that; maybe that gauntlet match of yours where you said the only way the match stops is if you pass out might want you to change."

I hated when she was right, but this doesn't mean I will leave her side not anymore after the brutality wrestling we had. I fucking loved our matches, one of the best matches I've had since being here, and it's pretty ironic it was almost a year ago; we beat each other to death almost. I pulled a ticket and a VIP pass for her out of my pocket.

Kimberly Williams: "What is this ticket and VIP pass for?"

Konrad Raab: "One of those tickets is for the premier of the Solarless movie coming out in July that you congratulated me for. The VIP pass is to see me race in NASCAR. It's valid for any round you go to. It's my way of apologising for not acknowledging your support. Thank you for supporting me."

Kimberly Williams: "You're welcome. Thank you for these items. I will be at both of those things for you. Please never feel afraid to talk to me because I will always be here for you if you need to talk anytime. You can always talk about fighting me for the Underground title again. I see it in your eyes and burning passion; you want to go for that title again. Maybe not right now, but I know you want another shot at it."

Konrad Raab: "I'm done with titles. Every time I go for titles, they make me miserable, likewise with wins and losses. It's why when I wrestle with hurting and beating the fuck out of my opponents, it's the one thing that does make me happy, and I still achieve something, win or a loss."

I immediately went to hug Kimberly because my body was triggered to do that, and it felt good to hug a wrestler I could always talk to. It was more of a thank you, and then I drank more water and nodded at Kim, hopefully understanding that my goal wasn't to win titles anymore and it was to hurt and make enemies suffer.

I then did the strangest thing: kiss Kim on her cheek. I stopped and took a few steps back before I did something I would regret, wildly how uncontrollable I was with sex lately. I left the locker room to head back into my own locker room, knowing what my plans would be for tonight with a smirk on my face.

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Galesburg, Illinois. Tuesday 9th May (Off-Camera)

An hour away from where Justin Haley and I were going to do dirt car racing with our UMP Modified cars, challenging me via a text on my phone and agreed tomorrow night, I needed some fun in my life. Admittedly, I feel lonely sometimes on the road, considering Kimberly, as from last week, were actually friends. Still, I knew she wasn't always available, and NASCAR drivers have their own lives.

So I've been using strip clubs to talk to women because I rarely speak to women apart from my loved ones, AJ's wife and Kimberly. Only AJ's wife and Kimberly I considered as my female friends. But that changed when I started going to strip clubs. I walked into the strip club called The Pony, and nearly ninety-nine per cent of the security knew who I was, whether it was NASCAR racing or wrestling. I also ordered a couple of alcoholic drinks, and I took a seat directly in front of the pole and saw, from my own eyes, sexy female strippers dancing on a pole.

I chucked some money as I drank some whiskey they were offering for two dollars each tonight, and the lady with black hair, while dancing on the pole, smiled at me and even winked as she did dance towards other men at the club, but she always came towards me. So I watched this woman for fifteen minutes before she went off. As I was drinking my first glass of whiskey and making sure I drank the second one I had brought, the black-haired lady came over and spoke.

Black hair lady: "You want a dance?"

Konrad Raab: “Hell yes.”

Black hair lady: "Come with me."

She took my hand and dragged me as I wanted this attention from a lady tonight and felt like I needed it after everything. She didn't take me to a regular private room but to a VIP private room. Obviously, she knew I was a celebrity of some sort, and I sat down, giving her fifty dollars, and I read the rules on the wall not to touch, which was okay because I could get sex anywhere, although I have had sex with strippers before, but rarely. She sat on my lap, dancing and spoke to me.

Black hair lady: "I know you. You're that wrestler and NASCAR driver, Konrad Raab, right?"

Konrad Raab: "That's a good starting point."

Black hair lady: "I'm Carmella. What brings you here tonight, Mr Raab?"

Konrad Raab: "To be quite honest, out of boredom. Because I'm quite lonely. I barely have any friends, and when I have friends, they are all men from NASCAR or dirt car racing. Hence why I'm here because I got challenged by Justin Haley to do dirt car racing in Lewistown."

I felt comfortable talking to Carmella already, even if she gave me your sexy eye, but it was the attention I needed. I loved it and had done almost sexy dancing, pressing her breasts to my face. I really wanted to touch her so badly, but I couldn't.

Carmella: "I'm sorry you feel lonely, Mr Raab when you're away from races. Seems you have come to the right place. Is there a reason you can't connect with wrestlers?"

Konrad Raab: "I got to be honest, I've been hurt by three people in the past, and until last week, I opened up to a wrestler for the first time since two thousand and twenty-one. I'm in pain emotionally every day because of my rough upbringing, with my dad beating the hell out of me, and then I get shut down. Why? Because of my age."

Carmella: "Mr Raab, you seem really angry. I'm here to relax you. I'm sorry your father was a piece of work to you. You're safe here. I won't tell anyone. However, can I ask how old you are so we can talk about it?"

Konrad Raab: "I'm fifty-six. God damn, baby, you're so sexy."

I didn't mean to get angry at her, and it's the first time I admitted that especially my psychopath and borderline personality disorder, kicked at the wrong person, which had nothing to do with my mood. I commented on reassuring her that her relaxing me was working and giving her some praise always worked like a trick. She kept dancing.

Carmella: "I can't imagine how difficult that must be to be surrounded by young wrestlers, and you can't fit in because of your age. I might be younger than you, I'm thirty-seven, but I won't tell anyone what you said. Consider this being a private conversation that you needed to let out."

Konrad Raab: "I'm sorry I got angry at you. My psychopathic and borderline personality disorder came out of me. It's me being in emotional pain; part of my pain is loneliness. But coming to places like this, I feel welcomed, appreciated and listened to. That's why I enjoy giving wrestlers pain and seeing them be in pain because it's what I feel every day, especially when my opponent on Thursday deserves all the pain they get."

Carmella: "I hear you, and I know that your opponent is Ravyn Taylor. I read about your wrestling and NASCAR career all the time. My brother is a huge fan of you in both sports, and the fact you're here, and I'm dancing to calm you down is something he'll be really jealous of."

Konrad Raab: "You keep doing your thing, baby. I love this moment."

I moaned because I loved her dry-humping me so much that I got a boner. I was so turned on, and I never felt happier to let my shit out on someone I didn't know, who was not a part of NASCAR or the Wrestling business and who I considered a friend. If only I could touch and kiss her. Carmella saw my boner and laughed at me.

Carmella: "Someone came to say hello."

Konrad Raab: "God damn, you turned me on so much, and we're just talking. How does that happen?"

Carmella: "Nobody knows. Anyway, I'm done for the day. I know you'll do everything possible to destroy Ravyn Taylor for making dumb decisions and beat the hell on the Marshall brothers."

Konrad Raab: "Yeah, thank you for hearing me out. Can I hug you?"

She nodded as I did, and then I gave a quick kiss on the cheek before I pulled myself away, left the special VIP private room area, went into the public area to get myself a couple more glasses of whiskey, and sat down to see other women dance on the pole. Was disappointed I couldn't get sex out of it, but she had to do her job.

Turned out I was wrong when Carmella, after dancing with another man, gave me the hand signal and went outside together. We went to her house and had sex all night before we slept two in the morning. I got up at seven, heading to the gym before heading to the Spoon River Speedway to race against Justin Haley in a UMP Modifieds car.