Konrad Raab vs. Damian Marshall

[Konrad Raab]

Portland, Oregon. Friday 2nd June (Online)

After I cut the camera off for one wrestling video I had to do for a different company tomorrow, I had to put pen to paper which I did have under the trailer to prevent it from being covered with red paint everywhere. I was still covered from the red paint I poured over myself earlier and still had two more red paint cans left to use for today. It was really the only day I could write about Damian Marshall because my weekend was too busy and would be unfair to everyone if I wrote about Damian on Sunday which I'd have no time to do anyway. So today's perfect and I started to write.

“Finally, we meet without you hiding behind Ace and Ravyn, acting like you're a good guy, but I spit on that fact because nothing you've said has been true. If you weren't a coward, how come you didn't have the balls to address what Ace did to me first? Like his attack on me at Retribution PPV didn't start all of this. I'm sorry that Ace is using you as bait for me to beat the shit out of you because Ace is too much of a gutless coward to tackle me. Heck, he's been hiding in the tag division because of the fear of facing me all on his own.”

I spit on the floor, thinking so much about Damian and what he did during the Wildcard PPV event as well. I smirked about the stolen car and going to write the truth on the situation.

“You know why I haven't attempted to bother to get the car back? Because that was a test car I used for Daytona test back in two thousand and nine. It wasn't my actual racing car, wasn't allowed to bring that, but it meant a fucking lot to me that car, despite it being a test model and it was the reason I got into NASCAR. That's not important right now as don't you see that Ace is trying to already ruin your wrestling career by using you as a battering ramp for me to beat the living shit out of you? Of course you fail to see that because you're acting as if Ace hasn't done shit towards me.”

Of course, I'm aware of what Damian may have or may not have said already. How would I know what he'd say about me as I went under the trailer to grab the full red paint I haven't poured over myself already and took the lid of one and poured it all over myself.

“You are aware that Ace is taking advantage of you, right? That's what happens when you associate yourself with a scumbag like him. I don't feel sorry for you at all because you've attacked me once too many times, sometimes under a mask, but the best bit is I knew it was you because it was obvious you came into Supreme Championship Wrestling to protect your brother. It didn't go well for you, did it? No because I clobbered your fucking head to a ring post and the feeling I saw you being struck by a ring post, seeing you defenceless was one of the best moments I've done for quite sometime. Not the best moment, but one of them.”

The best moment I had was retiring Christy Matthews from professional wrestling and hasn't been back since I ended her pathetic career and I have no regrets. I smirked thinking about that time I had which was a lot of fun and when I started discovering that wins and losses don't fucking matter to me.

“I loved seeing your blood be all over the place, I loved smashing and seeing your head smashed to the ring post because it's from the hell you've been given me with attacking me from behind at the PPV, only because you wanted to make yourself known, more relevant to the world, but you're just as I predicted, weak as fuck. I'm a psycho, you're right, but I enjoy to be violent, aggressive and angry. When I see you hurt and bleed, I smile because that's what I came to wrestling to do, unleash my anger in ways I couldn't in other sports without being arrested.”

I poured more of the red paint over myself as I needed to rest my wrist for a bit before I continue.

“Just like I did with Willow, I'm going to be sending you a direct message to Ace and for him to actually come out and do something to attack me. I will be dealing with you personally and going to embarrass and beat the shit out of you in a way that I will get Ace to beat the shit out of me because he knows when we'll encounter each other, he will have his career ended. I wish this was an underground rules match because this regular match doesn't do it for me, not how you've pissed me off Damian and you've taken no fucking responsibility for it. I'm sorry that you were born into the wrong family because of your pathetic brother's behaviour.”

I spit once again as I finish off my strawberry and lime sugar free Rockstar Energy drink.

“I will end your career before it even begins because you're going to be walking the same way out as you did after I was done with your weak, pathetic ass two weeks ago, out on a stretcher where you belong. I will do everything I can to get Ace to beat the shit out of me, showing him that at least you did the favour of him, putting you in a bad position to be blooded, scarred and body parts beaten all over the place, beating you black and blue, doing everything to cause you hell.”

I still had a few more points to write as I took a break from writing on a sunny day in Portland, Oregon, the day before the Xfinity Series race.

“You may wrestle to beat me and win, but I'm not because pinning you won't get the job done. I prefer if I knocked your ass out and you were unable to get up from the blood and broken you psychically and mentally because you can't and won't do shit to me at any point. I don't think you're capable of hurting me, but you're a threat because of Ace and he put you in that position to treat you like a piece of shit and that's the method I will treat you and especially that Ace guy you praise so heavily about.

One more paragraph of things to write on my notepad

“I don't feel any symphony or sorry for what I'm going to do to you, beating you until you can't get up. I will pound my fists to your head and even knee and kick you to your head, amongst the other parts of your body, including your ribs that you'll cough because I bruised them so badly. You aren't walking away from this match. I'm going to enjoy beating a Marshall Brother and being my job to send Ace a message of him not to fuck with me ever again. Of him not being a low life coward and same for you as well. You're fucked Damian and you weren't that impressive against Religious Wright either. You will be in a bloody mess and done for because I'm always in pain mentally everyday and no matter what psychical pain you'll do to me, it won't stop me from doing anything and crush you like a bug. Prepare to be Burned By Burned In Blood because I have no problems using flames on you either. Of course, you'd have to embrace burns first before doing so.”

I growled as I put the pen and notebook down and I go back to the trailer, before leaving again to find another woman to have sex with, getting them pregnant. After I fucked six women for the day, I went to my trailer and went straight off to sleep.

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Portland, Oregon. Saturday 3rd June (Offline)

What a tough weekend this was going to be with how I suck at road course racing and I got pissed off about it because these events always stresses me out. As required by NASCAR, all drivers must do autograph signings and interact with the fans as I sat on the table with Sammy Smith, John Hunter Nemechek and my other team mate for this weekend, Myatt Snider. While all the others were signing mostly NASCAR hero cards, diecasts, trading cards and other random stuff, I signed both NASCAR and wrestling stuff. Funny enough, NASCAR bosses always allowed me to sign wrestling stuff whenever I get wrestling stuff to sign.

Then again, a lot of people give out really old driver hero cards from other teams the drivers were in the past so I guess it's the norm for NASCAR to allow wrestling merchandise to get signed. As I was speeding away with the autograph signing as it was early in the morning as we had to be up early due to a eleven thirty start of doing practice times on this dreaded road course track.

As I was done attending to fans with autographs and posing for pictures, even some wanting me to wear a wrestling mask as I rarely ever have my face painted during the NASCAR autograph signings due to looking professional. I walked back to the trailer to rest because I know it was going to be a long day with practice, qualifying and the race ahead of me. As I was lying in bed by myself, relaxing away from everyone, I had a knock on my trailer door. Granted, I was expecting either my team boss or my team mates of John, Sammy or Myatt.

So I woke up from fifteen minutes of resting because the knocking was consistent and walked towards the door and when I opened the door, there was a lady, with green hair dye, wearing black and green dress and hugged me as she said this with a VIP Portland International Raceway NASCAR pass around her neck as a way to gain access to the drivers only trailer.

Family member: “Uncle Konrad.”

Konrad Raab: “What the?”

Family member: “Oh don't be ridiculous Konrad. It's me, your niece, Genevieve Raab.”

I directly with my hand for her to come in since she was my family member. She came in my trailer and closed the door behind her. As we took a seat as I got her a sugar free Rockstar Energy drink out of the fridge and I got a strawberry and lime sugar free Rockstar Energy drink out, she showed me pictures of my sister and her together so it was then, I discovered she was my niece after all. But despite that, I had a hell a lot of questions to ask.

Konrad Raab: “First of, I never knew Renate had a daughter.”

Genevieve Raab: “Because I wanted to surprise you by showing up at this track where I currently live with Renate, recently moving here along with myself because things in Cologne, were too dangerous.”

Konrad Raab: “Did you get into gangs like I did when I was younger?”

Genevieve Raab: “I did, mostly because they knew you were when you were growing up.”

Oh fuck, she knew about my past of being a gang member. Now I did have questions to answer in regards to that. Although I gathered she lives in Portland because to keep herself and her mother Renate safe. I slapped myself in the face because of the fact the last name Raab caused her to be afraid. Now I feel like a piece of shit for her to be in that situation or almost.

Konrad Raab: “Look, you have to understand something. I did not want to be apart of a gang. I was, yes, but it was because back then, there was no wrestling schools and I felt boxing and MMA were too restrictive of doing what I wanted. So I got in a gang and fought. But I happened to get out of it because I found a professional wrestler that would get me into the sport easier.”

Genevieve Raab: “Oh, so it's all true what the gang told me then, including you nearly killing a man with a spiked bracelet you wrapped your fist around your hand and moving to Norway to run away from your crimes for a bit?”

Konrad Raab: “Yeah. I was a maniac even back then, but I wanted to hide my horrible life, but I couldn't. Plus with my dad beating me up all the time, I lived with the gang because I got tired of being beaten up by my dad and being told I couldn't defend myself. Also, I've had a lot of sex with lots of different women when I was younger too because I never felt loved or cared for. I started doing that again recently.”

Genevieve wanted to rip my throat out, being disgusted that her uncle could do such an act, knowing she had never engaged with me, maybe if I had, not for a long time. I don't remember shit to be honest. But anyway, I needed to drink a lot of energy drink after that, mostly to get over the shock of seeing my niece.

Genevieve Raab: “Well it's jolly well glad I'm here then to tell you this.You know when Mr D was on the phone before he was interrupted and stated, Look into it and put out a statement. We’ll follow up this week? It was me he was talking to.”

Konrad Raab: “Wait, do you mean?”

Genevieve Raab: “Exactly. From now on, whether you're kicking and screaming, I'm your wrestling manager because you're always out of control and I'm the only one that can get you to listen to me. You always do things you want to do and quite frankly, it's exhausting all the officials having to tackle you because you won't stop.”

Konrad Raab: “HAHA nice try, but I'm not falling for that.”

Genevieve showed exactly what she was talking about as she threw the contract that was signed and done by her and Mr Dickhead about being my manager. As if I fucking needed one. I fucking knew something shady was going on and I was pissed off, more so now, I have to protect a family member from being hurt.

Konrad Raab: “What happens if you get hurt from some wrestler attacking you? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I put you in danger.”

Genevieve Raab: “I know your fear, but I can handle any attack, but you have shown no heart or care for anyone. If I get attacked and you feel responsible, it will teach you a lesson to care about someone. You're too closed minded and your aggression is out of control. You need to calm the fuck down and stop attacking Marshall Brothers and Ravyn every opportunity you get. Also, we need to get you out of this notion of you not caring to win titles along with not caring to win matches as a whole.”

Konrad Raab: “I'm much happier not caring though. I get more done that way than I ever did by trying to win matches. I was miserable when I thought about winning and losing. I couldn't get past that so I grew not to care and went on a wreaking rampage to hurt and destroy wrestlers because I was happy doing so.”

Genevieve Raab: “Oh and if we're going to be walking into a place of work, you'll address me as Ginny, but Genevieve outside of work, got it?”

Konrad Raab: “Fine, whatever.”

As if I'm going to follow anything my niece says, but I know I have to tackle Ace, Damian or Ravyn potentially putting her in danger and how I was going to cope with that if she ever got attacked. How I was going to mentally prepare for that. I really don't know how to handle that and now, because of Mr Dickhead allowing my niece to sign a contract to manage me, I have to go by this method.

Genevieve Raab: “Fine is a good answer to have. Now, I know you got other business to take care of and you're obviously stressed about it because of the type of racing you're doing today and you got other wrestling business to attend to afterwards, but you better meet me at Milwaukee, Wisconsin airport after this race.”

Konrad Raab: “I hear you. I still want to beat the shit out of Damian Marshall because that little shit has had it coming and I will not quit beating on him until he doesn't move an inch after I've destroyed him. He needs to be taken care of so Ace doesn't hide behind him like a chicken shit coward he is.”

Genevieve Raab: “Fine. Oh and I will also from now on will post the written notes you write about your opponents on websites as well, seeing I'm assigned to be your manager. I've done all the training and watched enough wrestling to know how management works. When you go out of control, I will rush in there and stop you to calm yourself down.”

I just sat there without a response as I couldn't after the shock of seeing my niece while preparing for the race and now, that's gone out of the window that now I have a wrestling manager, a family member at that to manage me and she'll most likely find her other wrestling uncle as well, finding out that unlike me, he was gay and married.

I had to take it in for two hours as she stayed in my trailer all day as I went to the bedroom and got some more sleep before the knock on the door was my mechanics, telling me to get ready to do practice in half an hour. So I rushed to the changing rooms area to change into my overalls and get in the car to do fastest times in practice and qualifying.