Konrad Raab vs. Kimberly Williams

[Konrad Raab]

Konrad's illegal street fights and Konrad's psychologist watching them. Chicago, Illinois. Wednesday 27th April. (Off-Camera)

It had been a tough week since the losses for Konrad, but he didn't care; incredibly, he did become violent towards his friend or friend he once had in wrestling. At the same time, he had to do what was best for his career and to out violent Kimberly Williams. Konrad wasn't satisfied with fighting just inside a wrestling ring; he had a passion for fighting outside.

Heck, he even fought in NASCAR as of late with a couple of drivers. His lust for violence had grown a lot, especially being the Underground champion. Darren was still hosting the illegal street fights in the street. However, it had become more extensive than the last time Konrad fought when he wasn't so drunk. However, his psychologist, Aaron Tyrone, was watching Konrad fight.

He had to see what Konrad was like in the illegal street fights area. He sees there were more fans in attendance, more willing to fight than ever before. Konrad smiles as he's already in the small octagon cage Darren could afford with the money he was making. Konrad licks his lips as there's a big guy with a bald head and big hands, looking like he could knock anyone out. Konrad didn't care.

When the fight began, Konrad was so ready when Darren finished the introductions that he, with all of his force, took the big guy down immediately, laying down the punches and kicks onto the man, even to the point of him choking him out. It was more or less Konrad being fully ready to fight as he hadn't done illegal street fights in some time, but it was like Konrad knew what he had to do.

On the other hand, Aaron gasped and was horrified at how dangerous Konrad was outside of the ring. Suddenly, Konrad saw blood on the big man's face pouring down as he smiled, placing his hand on the cut of the man's cheekbone. Konrad places the blood on his chest before licking some of it. Konrad had his hands in the air, laughing about it. Aaron wrote everything down, seeing that Konrad was right; he had grown addicted to violence and fighting.

Darren notices a guy writing down what was happening in the fights going on, and as Konrad took a seat in the octagon, having a rest after the consistent fights, he had tonight. Darren walks straight over to Aaron and slaps the papers to the floor.

Darren: "What's your business being here?"

Aaron Tyrone: "I'm sorry?"

Darren: "What's this shit you're writing down, giving it to the journalists or the police, are you?"

Konrad couldn't relax as he stood up and left the octagon to see what was going on. Konrad rushed over; especially he knew Darren was very protective of his business and pulled Darren, who nearly grabbed hold of Aaron.

Konrad Raab: "I told this guy to come, Darren. He had to watch me fight. Aaron Tyrone here promised that he won't get the police to come or get journalists to write this stuff."

Darren: "What the fuck, Konrad?"

Aaron Tyrone: "He's right; I wanted to check up on what was going on as I'm Konrad's psychologist. I'm trying to help him overcome his awful past. I said to him I needed to see him do illegal street fights. You're secret is safe with me."

Darren: "As long you're keeping records only for Konrad to see and not anyone else, you're welcome to stay since Konrad did allow you access here."

Aaron Tyrone: "I won't trouble you anymore."

Darren and Konrad returned to the octagon, and Aaron was shaken by what he saw. Not because of Darren, but because of Konrad's explosive fights. Konrad's fiancee had never seen him fight illegally because Konrad wouldn't let her. One guy from the audience had a steel chair with him and threw it in the ring, completely missing Konrad. Konrad looked at the man who was more significant but smaller than the guy he fought in the cage. The man had tattoos everywhere, short black hair, and muscle on him. He snatches the microphone from Darren.

Big guy: "I'm Kevin, and I don't want some punch and kick down; I want to challenge this fucker to a hardcore weapons fight. I don't care if it's against the rules, but if Konrad wants to prove how vicious he is, he can prove it right now."

Konrad Raab: "Fine with me; I'll show you how dangerous I am in this environment. Not every day do I get challenges like this. Bring it on, bitch."

Konrad passes the microphone back with Darren nodding his head at both; especially, he knew there would become a point that Konrad would fight someone in a hardcore wrestling rules style. The only difference was there were no rules, and everything was off-limits in this situation.

Darren: "Kevin here challenged Konrad to a hardcore weapons style of a beat down, and since Konrad accepted, I see no reason why this match can't happen in the world of an illegal street fight. Let's do it, boys."

Darren immediately got himself out of the octagon cage. He closed it before the horn went, and they went to beat the hell out of each other, even when fans were throwing weapons over the octagon as Darren went to sit next to Aaron and saw how much Aaron had to look away at Konrad's fighting style at times.

Darren: "Glad you came?"

Aaron Tyrone: "I am and not at the same time. I am because I needed to see how dangerous Konrad is, and I'm not because I don't like this sort of thing, and I see why Konrad loves to fight."

Darren: "I was surprised to see Konrad come down like almost last year and want to do illegal street fighting. Today, I see he's even more violent than ever before; even when he fought drunk, he wasn't this bad."

Aaron Tyrone: "Has he ever spoken to you about his past before?"

Darren: "Never. He told me wrestling in the ring is not enough and needed to let more of his anger out, but nothing other than that."

Konrad threw the man across the cage, even with a light bulb across his head, as he pierced his head with a sharp point multiple times, laughing. Konrad's enjoying the moment; he could be reckless without anyone telling him to stop, even with the same old thing of wiping blood on his chest and even licking his face to bite his face.

Darren: "Jesus Christ, I didn't know Konrad loved blood. He seems to be victorious when he bled someone and enjoys it."

Aaron Tyrone: "He loves blood so much that he tempts to beg people to cut him, even cuts himself at times. Did you even know he had a fiancee he loves?"

Darren: "The way he fights, I thought he was incapable of feeling or being loved. Wasn't aware he was engaged."

Aaron Tyrone: "Oh, trust me, if you say one bad word about his fiancee or his kids, he'll beat the shit out of you. I've had the beat down to prove it."

The evidence showed Konrad begging the guy to beat him with a weapon to cut him open wildly when someone threw a barbed wire at Konrad, and he immediately picked it up, screaming for his opponent to cut him. His opponent did just that and cut him open, leaving Konrad with a smile on his face.

Darren: "Now I see what you mean."

Aaron Tyrone: "Yes. He has terrible nightmares, you know. He says it makes him feel better due to the beatings he got from his father and people bullying; beating him all of his life, too, didn't help things. That man is mentally very sick."

Darren: "I can see he needs a lot of help. I guess what you told makes perfect sense why he needs to be angry and fight every day to make him better."

Konrad's done everything to beat the guy down so bad that he could barely get up. Still breathing, leaving everyone to applaud, but scarcely any cheers, especially how extreme he got, mostly because he enjoyed himself way too much. Aaron wrote down everything, even shocked the man was crawling. Konrad got out of the octagon, covered with cuts and bruises, sighing with relief of the happiness he had.

Konrad Raab: "I'll never give up doing this. I love every single minute of this."

Aaron Tyrone: "So me and Darren can see. I hope you leave people alive than trying to kill them."

Konrad Raab: "I told you, Aaron, I don't aim to kill people with my beatings. I might love violence, but I wouldn't kill people. That guy was at a point I could have, but I made sure he was left breathing. Fuck."

Darren: "We won't allow that, and I'd stop it before it gets to that point."

Aaron Tyrone: "I'm just concerned about Konrad, is all. I respect what you do and get young men from breaking the law, but what happens if you lot do get caught?"

Darren had always wondered about that, although he had been caught before, not to stop the illegal street fights, mainly because they were always far away from police stations, fighting in the middle of nowhere in Chicago. Konrad licked his lips from the blood running down his cheek, wanting to be a vampire due to his love for blood.

Konrad Raab: "I will still fight, regardless. Nobody can stop me."

Darren: "Then other people around can host fights. I got someone in place in case that comes to action. Anyway, that's not the point. Not everyone has the money to go to gyms and beat people. This is a place where people can do it for nothing."

Aaron Tyrone: "Oh no, got nothing against that at all. Konrad's mental illness is worse than I originally thought, and it's not helping him. I know it's something he loves, but he does need to talk more about what we c.........."

Konrad Raab: “Oh fuck off Aaron. I wanted you to talk to me about my fucking issues with my life,  not stop me from fighting. I've tried to do other things, but it does nothing. Thanks a lot for telling Darren about my past issues, by the way. Don't think I didn't catch you speaking to him about that. I'll fuck off now."

Konrad walked away as he was done fighting for the night, even if it was because he was pissed off, but at the same time, it wasn't going to stop him from fighting in the streets outside of illegal street fights. He was a fighter, and if Konrad could, he'd fight in his sleep. Darren went back to the octagon arena, and Aaron followed Konrad. Konrad shoved Aaron to the wall, gritting his teeth.

Konrad Raab: “What the fuck?”

Aaron Tyrone: "You needed to hear the truth that this fighting stuff is not benefiting you. It's making you worse. It's making your fiancee cry on the phone to me because of the danger of you either being killed or you killing someone. I didn't even tell Darren about the situation you got yourself into with your fiancee either, being so irresponsible."

Konrad Raab: "If you dare tell anyone about that, I'll fuck your ass up. What my fiancee said will not be discussed with anyone, even if the signs are there. I hid as much as I can from me..........."

Aaron Tyrone: "You can't, you can't hide that from media or anyone. It's right there, so I think you should stop fighting."

Konrad Raab: "I'll never change because I don't fight in front of them. Unless someone provokes my kids or my fiancee or tries to hurt them, they'll be dead. Fuck off and leave me alone; I want to get home and spend time with Luiza before facing the so-called queen of deathmatches on Sunday."

Konrad pushed Aaron before he walked back to his home, while Aaron walked in the other direction to head back to his home with the data he had written down with what he witnessed regarding Konrad and his illegal street fights. He was concerned that Konrad could get into more fights but left him to his own devices.

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Your bath of blood awaits you, Kim. Chicago, Illinois. Friday 29th April. (On-Camera)

Back to where he brought his abandoned warehouse, with windows covered in blood, flooring covered in red and gold paint, the blood of victims that has grown as of late on the blood wall of fame, especially the matches he had elsewhere. Also the skeletons around the room as well. Konrad goes to sit in the wooden chair, covered with paint as he wears the suit, but exposing his chest a bit with a knife along with red paint laying next to him. His chest unveiled a lot of cuts from cutting himself due to how much he loved blood right now. Konrad licks his lips, widening his eyes.

Konrad Raab: “Kimberly Williams is the only wrestler right now that's just as violent as me in this entire company. Yes, we get it, Kim, you beat top wrestlers before, something you consistently brag about and brag about how much better you are than some wrestlers here. We get it, but do you honestly think I give a shit who you've beaten? The answer to that is no because it doesn't mean a damn thing coming into this match and being nothing more than a whining bitch to be frank and you've done it for no reason. You haven't proved how violent you are at all lately. Not since you lost the Underground title. While I have been violent and trying to bust people open every single one of my matches I've had.”

In a way, Konrad did have respect for Kimberly, but the problem was nowadays, there were many violent female wrestlers in the company, compared to the guys which there were none. Konrad picks the knife up and cuts himself across his upper chest as he sees the blood coming out of him.

Konrad Raab: “Kidnapping weak people don't count. Unlike you, I kidnapped former SCW champions here with and without Jackals. Heck, I was the one who sent Lucas Knight packing because you didn't do a good job and you had more than a perfect opportunity to get the Underground title back. Instead, you switched your motive to go for the SCW title. Like you could've been a violent SCW champion, something this place needed. I would die to get another SCW shot and I wouldn't reject it because, in your words, you've already proven to be the top wrestler. But why do you need the Underground title if you're the queen of deathmatches and queen of hardcore wrestling then?”

Although it was a short point, it was a valid one as Konrad breathes in and out and he takes off the metal tin paint lids and he sniffs the red paint, imagining the red paint being Kimberly's blood all over his body. Konrad shakes as he always does when he starts to get angry.

Konrad Raab: “Do you know why I wanted to become violent? Because unlike you who prefers to be stuck in a fucking box all the time, because you're scared of getting yourself out of your comfort zone, I wanted to come out of my comfort zone and be a vicious maniac. I became a bully that nobody wanted, but I needed to be. I needed to become violent, unlike you who have no reason to be violent. All of my life, I've been beaten, bloodied, burnt and bruised by my dad, bullies in and out of wrestling. I wanted to let out forty-five years of anger and I loved it. I loved when I caused bleeding on other wrestlers. I loved the match I was put in against Cassidy in the deathmatch to prove I can be violent.”

One moment in his entire career that bothered Konrad a lot was a particular match Kimberly was in as he drinks some water, before then picking up the tin of red paint and pouring it all over his body, dripping with paint from head to toe as he even licks some of the paint.

Konrad Raab: “Also, who the fuck you think you are, walking away from the match against Selena and Deanna because you act like your better than them? In my ten years of being a professional wrestler, despite me not liking to take part in some matches I've had, I've never disrespected the wrestling business by leaving the arena like that. I hated the living shit out of that tag match I had against Justin and Spencer, but instead of being a pussy to walk away, I knocked the referee down on purpose, just like you could have done to have the match ruled out because that match meant fuck all to me.”

Konrad pours more red paint on himself, smiling as he got a lot of his anger out, relaxing on the chair, feeling he had more to say which he did and continued to use a knife to cut more deeply into his body, relieving the mental pain he always had and made him feel a lot better.

Konrad Raab: “Let's discuss that match we had shall we? You didn't beat me Kimberly you stupid cunt. I lost because I used a weapon, something you were too afraid to do, not by pinfall or submission. You've never beaten me. You could say I won actually on being the most violent in that match. You hesitated and you should've hit me with a weapon because I beg for people to hit me and make me taste my own blood every match. But I also make my opponents taste blood too because that's the kind of psycho I am and I'm ineffective at feeling psychical pain because I feel pain mentally and that hurts a lot worse.  Bet you never want to make yourself bleed at any point to make yourself better, do you?”

Konrad laughs evilly, knowing he may have gotten into Kimberly's brain by knowing that while she did win, Konrad always felt he won a much bigger award. Of course, he rubs his hands, flicking his fingers from making a fist to releasing his fists consistently, seething like he's exhausted, but more excitement of the thought of violence always hit on his mind, consistently.

Konrad Raab: “Who gives a fuck about earning title matches anymore? In my whole career, I have earned a PPV title match and I didn't get one until Holly suggested putting the Adrenaline title on the line last year. So I went from two thousand and sixteen to two thousand and twenty-one without a PPV title match and all of those times, I've had wins. I was ignored and got tired of it so I had to become violent to get there. Six months to wait for a title shot is nothing compared to waiting five years for a PPV title match. Earning title matches is outdated and Shaun was stupid for stating that, couldn't agree with you more.”

It's something that had weighed on Konrad's mind, but he knew he had to move on and plot what he was going to do to Kimberly Williams, although it wasn't something both he or Kimberly wanted at all. Konrad grits his teeth at how much more he wanted this match to be.

Konrad Raab: “Do you know something else Shaun completely overlooked? How he makes us two violent wrestlers wrestle in a regular match. How is that proving who the most violent wrestler is? No weapons, no fancy exploding deathmatch where someone will literally die and I would be happy to die in a sport I love competing in, beats dying from cancer or some tragic disease that awaits us in the future. I would love to bleed to death. Heck, bring that tactical warfare cage down for us to beat the fuck out of each other because that's what we want. We don't want a boring regular match that serves no purpose for us violent wrestlers.”

Konrad gets super excited as he drinks more water from the metal bottle he carried with him and he goes over to the blood wall of fame and smiles at the collection of what he had picked up.

Konrad Raab: “Also Kimberly, you may not know this, but I've actually represented Supreme Championship Wrestling in an Elimination Chamber in Asylum Wrestling Society a few weeks ago, a rumble type match where pinfalls, submissions and knockouts are the only way to win and I was the second-best wrestler in that match. I carried that SCW Underground title with me to that company to promote the company I hate. I've done more to represent this Underground title than you and Lucas Knight did as champions. Heck, if there's a place to have violent fights apart from wrestling, I'd do it because that's my life.”

Smiling growing on Konrad's face, knowing that while he didn't win, he represented himself in a violent company where he almost won the entire match, against other wrestlers coming across from other companies.

Konrad Raab: “I eat, drink, sleep, breathe violence. My brain is so consumed by it that I can't stop thinking about it, even when I race against the other NASCAR drivers, I think of the violence I'll cause. Even consumed of your bath of blood, waiting amongst you. I know, far fetched, but that's how pissed off I am that I have to wrestle you in a non-violent match that's pointless because you can't use weapons to beat the shit out of me. But I guess I'll use my fists because you've never gone against the most violent man in this company, never fought violent men since you've adapted the queen of deathmatches and we won't count Lucas Knight because he was a joke of being violent.”

It was clear Konrad had a lot to say, but at the same time, time was getting short and he had to get back to his fiancee. He still had a few more words to say as he still love to taste paint and blood mixed into one. He sliced a bit of his upper arm and placed the dripping blood in his mouth.

Konrad Raab: “When it comes to it, Kimberly. Shaun will have made a big mistake not changing his mind about the match not being a violent type and there's no room for error, but I don't give a fuck if I get myself disqualified again for beating you to the punch of beating the fuck out of you with a weapon. Wins and losses don't matter to me because I enjoy beating you senseless, with blood pouring from your skin, blood pouring from your skull, placing your blood along with the poor wrestlers who had to suffer from my own hands. You better get ready for the most violent fight of your life because you will get it. Prepare to be Iceinated by The Ice Blood because you will very well be completely blooded all over your sickening body with and without weapons to hit you with.”

Konrad hadn't cared about winning since he won the Underground title because it didn't appeal to him at all. He stood up and the camera went black before he left his abandoned warehouse and leaves to head back home.