Konrad Raab vs. Ace Marshall

[Konrad Raab]

Buffalo, New York. Wednesday 28th June. (Offline)

I came back from Germany after days with John Hunter Nemechek and Sammy Smith, rebuilding homes and removing the debris from the tornados and flooding they had. However, it was better than Syria/Turkey with earthquakes, and I'll return there in the summer. They haven't left my side since we went to Germany together on Sunday. However, I managed to find a hired apartment since I refused to stay in hotels because eating in restaurants all the time was too expensive, and there weren't enough vegan restaurants around at times.

Of course, Genevieve always had a hotel room, so I could use their gym facilities without staying there. Speaking of Genevieve, I texted her where I would stay as the whole not staying in hotels thing was something she only found out the second time we worked together, giving my reasons for my diet. My teammates were tagging along and had plans to stay at the same hotel where Genevieve was as well. Genevieve was obviously as we got out of the taxi with our bags standing outside my hired apartment I was going to stay. She looked at John and Sammy and then looked at me.

Genevieve Raab: "Who are these guys?"

Konrad Raab: "They are my teammates in Xfinity Series who drive for Brad Rogers Racing, Sammy Smith and John Hunter Nemechek."

John Hunter Nemechek: "Ah, we better leave the niece and uncle to have their chat. Nice to meet you, Genevieve. Let's go and check ourselves in the hotel and play bowling somewhere, Sammy."

At that moment, Sammy and John left us as they headed to Genevieve's hotel. Genevieve and I went into the hired apartment house with me taking my bags there. I placed the bag on the floor for the time being, and we sat on the sofa to discuss manager stuff.

Konrad Raab: "How are you?"

Genevieve Raab: "I'm fine. I won't ask how you are because I know your mood. I'm sorry for the divorce. Is that why those lads were with you?"

Konrad Raab: "Yeah, they supported me with my divorce along with a few people in NASCAR and also went to Germany to help me fix houses and remove house debris from the tornados and flooding Germany had. It's all done, though, as we went there on Sunday and started work on Sunday night."

Genevieve Raab: "Ah yes, climate change stuff. Had no idea you were passionate about that."

I was, and that was also something Genevieve only discovered about me two weeks ago. Little did she know that if it weren't for the NASCAR team and my friends who weren't in Brad Rogers Racing team, I would've killed myself on Sunday, but that was completely irrelevant that we need to talk about.

Konrad Raab: "OK, it took me a while to accept you're managing me, fucking Mr Dickhead. But let's go over some rules I have for you. Don't attack wrestlers for me, backstage or in the ring and don't help me win matches. I want to do all the wrestling and attacking by myself."

Genevieve Raab: "I also got some rules for you too. You aren't going to dose gasoline on people to set them on fire, and you stop beating opponents after the bell has rung."

Konrad Raab: "Oh, so restricting me from doing whatever I want?"

Genevieve Raab: "I have to because otherwise, you'll be fired or, worse, arrested. You must learn to control and use your violent tenancies when necessary."

Konrad Raab: "Fine."

I wasn't delighted with her rules on anything she said, but I had to live with it, even if it made me sick because dosing Ace and Kandis on fire especially was something they deserved. It sucks like hell I still can't fight that fake big-ass bitch that I've been wanting for the last six months now. SCW still prevented that match from happening for some fucking reason.

Genevieve Raab: "I know you feel Ace deserves to be burned, but you can't do it."

Konrad Raab: "It's fine; I don't care about winning against him; it's never been the main goal for me. It's getting my hands on him and beating the living shit out of him that I want to do. Pisses me off; he kept being a coward, hiding and avoiding me, using Ravyn, Alexander and this Sophie bitch to attack me for him."

Genevieve Raab: "Konrad, I hate to give you this advice, but you nee........."

Konrad Raab: "I'm in the process of sorting a team out as we speak. Just these fucks don't know it yet. I hate the idea so much, but at the same time, Dakon Theron, who's from Norway, was right, I do need a team because I can't take care of everything on my own, as much as I fucking want to, and to get out of my comfort zone."

I paused for a second as it was hard to focus on the truth I needed to tell Genevieve about the idea.

Konrad Raab: "But I'm scared of leading it because I have no experience leading a tag team. Things took a bit longer because we needed to find another member. Dakon discovered in this Atlanta Wrestling Alliance there was a Swedish wrestler named Ludvig Eriksson with a killer instinct and is the youngest of the three of us."

Genevieve Raab: "Oh, I get to manage them too?"

I nodded my head as, after all, she was managing me. It made sense she could manage The European Fiery Nation team, seeing I was somehow going to be the leader as I was shaking at the thought of it.

Konrad Raab: "Really, I want the non-English speaking countries to have a chance to make it in the wrestling business. Apart from them, Japan, India and Mexico, there's been such a lack of variety of wrestling nations, and I aim to bring in Pakistani's, Syrian's and Turkish wrestlers too. It's for mine and my twin brother's wrestling school in the future."

Genevieve Raab: "I agree, and it would be awesome to see that because I know how afraid you are of tag matches because of trust issues, but it would get you out of your comfort zone and be surrounded by people you trust. Doing that is scary, but I know you'll do just fine."

Konrad Raab: "I need to see Markus "Lord" Raab at some point on how he managed to lead the team."

Genevieve Raab: "Indeed, but enough about the future, let's talk about what's happening tomorrow with the Ace Marshall cage match. I got ideas for you, and we'll talk now about them."

Of course, nobody would hear what we would discuss, but I prefer nobody to know. Nobody in SCW knew I was planning to lead a stable, which even Genevieve found out today because she gave me advice. They'll know soon enough about the hot-blooded Europeans, but for now, my focus was beating the shit out of Ace and making him taste his blood. Of course, after the meeting that lasted for two hours, she left to head back to the hotel, and I went out to grab myself another prostitute to fuck before going shopping to get Vegan food to cook and eat and then head off to bed.

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Konrad's blood revenge notes about Ace Marshall. (Online)

"Because I'm so pissed off about everything with my life, I will abusively kill my hand by writing on my quest to arbitrate Ace Marshall. Finally, we meet in a match where nobody, including your friends, you've hidden behind a lot since. All because of what? You're scared of being hurt? You're afraid of being injured by a maniac? I might've been wrong about Damien Marshall when I said that about him, but you are by far the biggest coward I've ever seen in wrestling. A coward who lacks a pair of balls to face me. Using Ravyn and Damien as your bait is pathetic.

If you ask me what I'd give you credit for, it'll be only for the sake of you leaving Lexy's Crybabies squad and being tag champion with Ravyn, but the reason you went that low for the tag belts is that you want to avoid me and you have for so many months now. You don't know what pain you'll endure, especially calling me old.

So fucking, what if I'm old? Old people can fuck you up just as bad, if not worst than a young person could. I'm significantly living and breathing on that when I crippled your brother. What happened when I did? You did absolutely nothing to protect your brother. You couldn't because you were afraid of me. Everything I've done has been by my hands, not by other wrestlers and managers like you. I never needed to hide behind my tag partners; I never had any.

If my manager came in during our wars, she wouldn't get involved; she'd stay the fuck out of it because winning matches for me is not her job. But I've been ready for this for many fucking weeks, Ace. I'm all alone in and out of wrestling now, and instead of letting my anger out at others like I usually do with my life gone downhill, I'm going to let every ounce of it onto you, and that's not going to look good for you.

Not when we're all alone, not when there's no way out or in for your team to come in and assist your ass to win matches. If you want to beat me like a fucking man, take my goddamn head off and pin me. Then again, you must not be interested in winning, but at least beat the shit out of me by yourself. I've done everything independently, making me stand out from everyone on the roster. I have no friends, no relationships to get in the way.

Even so that I can ram your fucking head on the cage, I can bring weapons into the match and crack your skull with a chair or my mace. Because I won't be coming into the match, just using my fists and feet to knock you down. I'll give you a concussion; I will make sure you won't walk into Rise To Greatness to wrestle for the tag titles, especially since you brought Sophie for that reason, right?

What is the point of her being in your team? Ravyn even got too scared to face the brutality; sickening psycho, everyone calls me, and you know what? I embrace that shit because I do not care about wins and losses. Damien had to win because there wasn't a way out until he did. That's what makes me different to everyone else that I know wins and losses don't affect me. I battered the fuck out of him, and all he had to brag about was the win. It did nothing for his career. From what I know, even Damien finds you an asshole and doesn't even want to know you anymore.

He said I scared him so much that he wanted nothing to do with you. It must hurt knowing your brother was a pawn, and you used him that way to avoid me like the bollockless prick you are. I can't wait where you'll be shitting in your underwear, letting me beat you down all I want without the risk of useless people standing in front of you and doing your dirty work for you because you're lazy and pathetic of a man.

I'm a real man of being an individual and a man that can and will destroy you. I already love dreaming about you having nightmares of you being blooded up, screaming to get away from the psychotic German beast with no emotions or care for anyone other than himself. I'm a man who has no reason to be stopped with the weapon ideas and the beating ideas I had. Especially when I've done things you wouldn't dare to do in New York already, and I've only been here for a few hours.

That's irrelevant because I'm ready to be a caged animal being explosive all over you. I already see you will drip with blood from me fucking you up, and even though Ginny said I couldn't do this to you, I will fucking burn you because, like Kandis, you fucking deserve to feel my pain, you deserve to be burnt all over. When you look into my eyes, all you will see is fire. Sophie, you dumb bitch, you think beating my head to the mat and making me concussed would get me angry? No, because I beg to be beaten and have my skull crushed; it's nice to know you brag about something I appealed for, making the bragging pathetic on your behalf.

The sad thing is that even Sophie has a more massive pair of tits than you do with your balls. What can you do to me to be violent and brutal with me? Tell me, Ace, or will you just cower to the corner and climb out of the cage so you'll escape from me beating the fuck out of you. I will do everything to ensure you never ever fuck with me again. Sure, mess up my car that was a test car anyway, do everything, but those attempts you did will mean nothing.

Everything I'll do to you is my sought of revenge and pain I'll give to you, and some will say, oh, I should care and aim to win this match. No, it's to fuck you up so badly that you'll have nightmares, making you regret everything you've done to me. Even if I lose, I'm more than happy with my efforts. I hope Kandis will be watching because I will show you what I'd do to fuck around; find out the motto you use because you'll be the next victim in this cage with me. Ignore the wins and losses, but knowing you, you won't and focus on the damage I'll do to Ace's pretty face that will turn ugly with the bruises, cuts and psychological out of it.

I will make Ace mentally weaker even more than I have, and he's paying the highest price of his entire career. I will go to Chicago after the match with a smile, knowing I did what I needed to do and never needed to be on the Rise To Greatness PPV to do it on. That's why I never cared to be in the match because I'm a more giant star than any of them that were in the match, because of my unpredictable nature and my violent tenancies.

I will grind your face on the cage and use ring posts and the cage as a weapon for your head. That's my only goal to beat a coward to a bloody mess and see a cowardly prick wheeled to the medical facility. I will cripple your body as well. See you tomorrow and sleep well because after you've faced me, you'll look at the devil as you sleep all the time and dream nothing, but me, trying to end your pathetic career."