Cassie Wolfe vs. Konrad Raab vs. Chance Owens
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Number One Contendership for the SCW Adrenaline Championship

2 RP Limit for singles

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Tuesday, March 21, 2023
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When in doubt... Watch out. Double Trouble is on the loose!
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Chicago, Illinois. Sunday 25th December (Off-Camera)

It's been a few hours since Christmas Day started, with me arriving home from Pakistan at ten at night to quickly dress up as Santa to drop presents off for the kids that still believed in Santa, along with getting a glass of milk, cookies and carrots for reindeer. However, it wasn't just me and Luiza, my wife, in the house. I had another guest who wanted to see me, an extraordinary guest in my life, and she was why I became more violent and destructive as of late, Minerva.

Granted, it took me many years to figure out how to become this violent, dangerous guy, but it worked out because she had been right; I held myself back for too long. The house was a complete mess, with the kids already opening their presents with wrapping paper all over the floor that the kids did need to clean up. Luiza eventually told the kids to clean up the messes of the wrapping paper on the floor. As the kids went upstairs, me, Luiza and Minerva opened each other's presents, although I didn't need much because I could get anything I asked for.

I mostly got more country music CDs from Luiza, some books about dealing with the potential condition I had at the time, and some Tai Chi techniques I do to relax myself as I always felt it benefited me more than yoga. Despite that, to me, one present was missing from all of that, Minerva's. I noticed that her stomach was swollen. Granted, we had such fun times together in bed, even back in September when we did have sex. But something was off with Minerva, like she didn't look so good.

Konrad Raab: "You alright, Minnie?"

Minerva: "I'm feeling a little sick."

Konrad Raab: "You need to use the loo, or want me to send you home?"

Minnie immediately rushed to the loo, and I didn't know why. So I sat for a while, even if it meant Luiza went upstairs. Maybe there's a good reason for that; I don't know. The fact is I may fear I've done something wrong. Sure, Luiza allowed me to fuck Minerva, and I don't think that's it. But something tells me that it's going to be bad.

When Minerva returned from the loo, not knowing what happened there, one present was left on the floor. She picked it up, even with the swollen stomach, and returned to the sofa with me as I heard Luiza closing all the doors to the kids' bedrooms. She gave me a wrapped box, and I held it in my hands before I started tearing away at present, but it was a box. I stared at Minerva hard, not wanting to open it cos presents from her to me are always unique. However, she bit me as we love that sort of thing.

Minerva: "Are you scared or what, my German Schnitzel?"

For some reason, I gulped, and I wasn't sure why I did. Especially when it came to wrapping her arms around me, which was unusual, but at the same time, biting my neck was usual for us as I groaned in a good way. It may be a reassurance thing. I opened the box, and there were three items. A picture of a baby, a positive pregnancy test and a red baby onesie saying Hello, Daddy. I had to look twice at what I was looking at, and I said to her with wide eyes and uncertainty.

Konrad Raab: "What, seriously?"

Minerva: "Yes, and don't look at me as if I've been sleeping with someone else, you stupid bastard. This is yours and nobody else's."

Sometimes she was brutally honest and called me painful names, but it was for a purpose because I did have little insecurities regarding Minerva, and I sometimes have it with Luiza too. However, when she said that, I felt even more secure. It seemed like it was just one baby from the picture as I stroked her stomach, and then we stood up, and I gave her a massive snog while picking her up with a smile on my face and a smile on her face, too, while being very careful. Minerva smiled as I gently bit her neck in return, but it couldn't be as hard in the situation I had just discovered we were in. I slowly put her feet back on the floor, and we sat down as Minerva said something about the situation.

Minerva: "You have to understand something; we both had things in the way with me with The Jackals and you with your ex-wife. I always wanted to have this with you, but I couldn't, you know, because of Drake, Kandis and Tommy. They trashed you a lot and even me sometimes when we were together, and I wasn't ready then. You understand how scary it was, right?"

Konrad Raab: "I do because you were scared of commitment. This is a major commitment, bigger than being married. You sure you ready for this?"

Minerva: "I wasn't at first, but I've got to get out of my comfort zone and start tackling them. Including my fear of commitment to someone, let alone committing to raising a living human being. I am, and being around you with the kids has made me comfortable with us being parents."

Konrad Raab: "So this is why we haven't seen or spoken to each other since September?

Minerva: "Yes."

Konrad Raab: "Minnie, that's the best fucking present you could ever give me. Please, let me buy you a house next year for you and our baby to live in."

That one thing I must do now was to find a perfectly suitable home for Minnie, and she nodded in agreement with me. No way I would allow her to raise our baby in the trailer. I mean she could still go there for holidays. However, she made a small request, which, of course, I was going to buy her a house when she told me the location.

Minerva: "I don't want to leave Miami, I've been born and raised there, and I want our baby to be raised the same way I was. I'm going to my next appointment next month, and I want you there with me."

Konrad Raab: “Of course.”

Minerva: "I will go to some of the Dirt Car and NASCAR races you do. I wouldn't say I like the sport, but you're the father to our baby, and we'll do things right. I still want to hurt and torture you, which will not change."

Konrad Raab: "I don't want it to because I enjoy psychical pain too much. Because every time I'm even near you, without doing any sexual activity, my dick gets hard automatically. In February, I'm doing Dirt Car Races in Florida and wanted you to come to watch me. It starts on 6th February and that entire week, we'll spend time together. Luiza won't be around us."

Minnie nodded, seeing how I was already taking this father role seriously and agreeing to watch me race. I already knew immediately that Luiza knew about Minerva's pregnancy without me needing to ask her. However, she kissed me quite a bit, and I was already heating up, although I did have to ask a question.

Konrad Raab: "Was Luiza mad when you told her I was the father of our baby?"

Minerva: "Not at all. She knew I had wanted one with you for years, and we were in an open relationship. So it's all good. She was happy if anything, and I told her not to tell you because I wanted to tell you myself. I know what your schnitzel wants, and it will get it. Let's go in that room."

I was all over Minerva, unable to control myself as she pushed me backwards as the special bedroom made for us opened and closed the door before things heated up. However, I had to be careful of our baby, and things headed south from there. I was with her the entire time, having sex and chatting about the baby and the future. We also cuddled for quite some time, with Minnie putting my hand on her stomach.

Five hours later, Luiza called us for Dinner to be ready; we put our regular clothes on and came up to eat Christmas Dinner. I spent the rest of the night with the kids before they went to bed, and then I went to bed with Minerva before returning to Pakistan the next day.
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Just when you thought Cassie’s first full year as a wrestler couldn’t possibly get any worse, Sin City Wrestling’s Blaze of Glory event happened where she was attacked by her older cousin Krystal after the older Aussie had joined The Saviours, now Cassie had to bounce back from not only her rotten luck inside the ring but outside as well! She was getting that chance at Breakdown this week as she was taking on Konrad Raab and Chance Owens in a Triple Threat Match for the SCW Adrenaline Championship! Can Cassie turn her luck around?

Cassie’s home, Las Vegas, Nevada
Monday the 6th of March 2023, 16:00pm

I’m still upset over, well, everything.

In hindsight Krystal had been becoming more distant as we got deeper into the New Year only really interacting with me, Ari and Carter when they came around for the D&D Game that we used to hold every week, so what changed?

She attacked me, my cousin attacked me, someone who I looked up to like a big sister was ready to potentially put me out for the rest of the year by wrapping one chair around my bad leg and getting ready to slam another chair into it, luckily Ariana saved the day but she got attacked for it.

Since then? Krystal hasn’t even been seen at her Las Vegas home, she’s gone up to Colorado with Makayla, her daughter and her dogs to train with her new Saviours allies! Granted, she had effectively gotten herself banned from the Go Gym by attacking Ariana but that had left me no closer to figuring out where everything had gone wrong!

Krystal, off course, pointed her fingers at me, admittedly I had interrupted her promo to confront her for abandoning her friends to join The Saviours but I didn’t go out there to antagonise her to the point that she’d snap! But alas, that’s exactly what happened!

Oh yeah, I’ve got a #1 Contenders Match coming up in my SCW against Konrad and Chance, great!

“Cassie, please just open the door!” My mom pleaded with me as I lay down on the bed staring at the ceiling, I wasn’t really sure what was going through my head at that point but I had spent most of the day in my room, only really coming out for the odd bathroom break because my en suite toilet was broken but not for breakfast or lunch. “You must be starving!”

What would she know? Did she get kicked in the face by someone she thought she could trust? Did she cry herself to sleep last night because of everything that happened last night? The point is, I’m not in the mood right now, unfortunately my stomach disagreed with me and I caved in. ”Fine, I’m coming!” I sighed before I swung my legs over and popped out of bed, I answered the door and mom stood there with a sympathetic look on her face. ”But I’m still upset over last night’s events.”

“I can see that, it’s four o’clock in the afternoon and you still haven’t got dressed yet, and I can tell that you’ve been crying.” My mom responded with a sigh and I glanced away from her, luckily my puppy Sandie had followed mom upstairs and seeing her was enough to raise my spirits a bit, Golden Lab Puppies tend to have that effect, who knew? “Cassandra, I’m your mother, you know you can talk to me about anything.”

”What exactly can I talk to you about?! I got attacked by family last night, Krystal was ready to reinjure my leg for crying out loud!” I responded as I motioned to the leg that I had injured whilst playing soccer in high school before sighing. ”I can’t even confront her, she’s blocked me on Facebook and Twitter and has moved up to Colorado to train with Hell’s Gate!”

“I’m not going to pretend that I understand what’s going through Charlotte’s head right now, but your mental health is my priority.” My mom sighed before she knelt down and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Please Cassandra, the last thing I want is for you to go further down this dark path! Let me help you, as your mother.”

As overbearing as my mom could be? That wasn’t the kind of offer I could turn down! I would later learn that mom had talked to a lawyer about suing SCW even though she knew the risks when I started training but I guess she panicked when I was attacked, even so? I hugged her in response. ”Mom, I swear I’m not suicidal! I’m just having a hard time dealing with this whole bullshit!” I insisted and my mom sighed in relief. ”But when Krystal called my talent wasted? That hurt on a deep level.”

“Cassie, listen to me, your talents are not wasted, Charlotte was clearly not thinking straight when she said those awful things.” My mom assured me and I sighed before I let go off the hug and she stood up. “Get dressed in your own time, I need to get some food in you,”

”Not really sure if there’s any point considering how late in the day it is.” I responded with a sigh after checking the time on my phone. ”Because at this rate it’ll be night time again by the time I get dressed.”

“Well, at least change into some fresh night clothes and throw those in the laundry.” My mom nagged me and I rolled my eyes behind her back. “I put some fresh clothes in your wardrobe before you left for Blaze of Glory, including night clothes,.”

”I will.” I sighed before following mom into the kitchen for some well overdue food.

I would get better over the next week or so, even get back to my old ways on Social Media, but it wasn’t quite the same without Krystal to act as a big sister figure.

I knew there was some good left in her, I just had to dig deep to find it.

Cassie’s room, Las Vegas, Nevada
Sunday the 19th of March 2023, 11:00am

*promo time*

Where do I even begin?

”Well, I didn’t think the new year could get any worse for me but two weeks ago I managed to hit rock bottom!” I stated as my puppy watched on intently from atop the desk. ”All because I wanted to know what my cousin Krystal was doing! But I can only go up from here and this week I’m taking on Konrad Raab and Chance Owens for a shot at the SCW Adrenaline Championship! Konrad, Chance? Sorry boys but I ned to win this match not just for the title shot but for my mental health!”

That old reason.

”Because honestly? I really need a pick me up right now and not even porn is doing the job!” I would’ve turned my laptop around to show my open PornHub tab so I could illustrate my point but I didn’t feel like getting on the bad-side of my bosses! So I instead just threw my hands up in frustration. ”But I know it won’t be that easy even with my mental health at stake because there’s also a title shot at stake! I’ve competed  for titles before and I’ve even won them so yes, I know how competitive title matches can get!”

As for my opponents/fellow potential challengers?

”Off course Konrad and Chance have competed for titles before, they’ve been in SCW for a lot longer than me and I’m pretty sure Konrad’s been wrestling longer than I’ve been alive! That shit tends to happen when you’re a nineteen-year-old wrestler!” I added before I started stroking my puppy. ”But I’ve beaten guys and gals who are a lot more experienced than me before and this match won’t be any different, sorry dinos but I’ve got a title in my sights and you guys aren’t stopping me in my goal!”

It's that simple.

”In other words? This bad run of luck has ended and my good run of luck is as guaranteed as this puppy is adorable!” I added before picking up Sandie and placing her on my lap. ”See how adorable she is? And I’m only getting started in SCW because I’m coming for all of the gold! I got screwed out of my first singles title and my tag team titles? The fed I held my half of the titles in hasn’t tweeted since January! It’s time for a change and this match is my first step towards that!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

”Don’t say I didn’t warn you Konrad and Chance because I’m not holding anything back once that bell rings.” I added as I flipped some hair over my shoulder, right before Sandie started licking my chin. ”But don’t just take my word for it, let my actions give a thousand speeches for me! To all my fans? In a world of fake queens, be a Rebel Princess! And to Konrad and Chance? You’ll soon learn why I’m hungry like the wolfe!”

I walked off as the scene fades.
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Cassie, Cassie, Cassie.
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Phoenix, Arizona. Friday 10th March. (Off-Camera)

We all, as drivers in NASCAR, have to do one autograph and picture sessions with the fans as a part of our job requirement, whether it's to do the question and answer session, signing autographs and having pics taken with the fans at the haulier's, in this case, the Brad Rogers Racing hauliers or just when we walk into the track. In this scenario, it was signing autographs at the Brad Rogers Racing haulier where you could buy any merchandise you could, even of me. However, I have some wrestling merchandise to sell there, too, because there were wrestling fans who came to see NASCAR races.

Things were going well with my teammates in Cup and Xfinity Series, along with my mentor Martin Truex Jr who was always there and had to be because he's taken up the mentoring role as Denny Hamlin has with Ty Gibbs. Signing autographs and pictures with the fans was always good, and some were making dickish comments towards me for my wrestling and Denny with the controversial comments he makes sometimes. Still, he had to because he owned twenty-three eleven team.

We did like an hour signing autographs as you do with these types of events, and it was all going well without any trouble. We finished signing autographs and taking pictures with the fans to go our separate ways. I decided to head back to the trailer, still accepting anyone who wanted my autograph and photo taken because I refused to be an asshole towards fans, except when I wrestle in the ring.

However, there was a particular thing that was unusual. Sure, I had grown men following me around everywhere before, but not to the point that it was nearly leading to the area that everyone, apart from drivers and families, wasn't allowed to access, so I stopped going there before I looked at this guy and told him.

Konrad Raab: "You can't access this part here; it's for family and drivers only here."

Grown man: "I've been following you around for a reason. Because you are my dad."

Konrad Raab: "What?"

This caught me off guard; what did he mean? Did this happen in the past? For him to randomly say that to me when I was heading back, I had no idea how to react. He was a grown man, looking like he had done many workouts. He hugged me, and I didn't know how to respond. But because this guy convinced me I was his father, I needed to take him somewhere private. He saw how shocked I was when he randomly threw that at me. However, he did have a strong accent like me.

Grown man: "Something wrong with what I said?"

Konrad Raab: "I will talk to you in my special hideout. We have to talk more about this in private."

So I left the trailer section, even if Minerva, who was at the track with me, was going to be pissed off at me, so I texted her that I would come to the trailer later as there was something I got to sort out at my team hideout as I called it. Just in case there were people in my trailer, I told this grown man that was so-called my son.

Konrad Raab: "Stay there for a bit."

I went into my hideout area and saw people in my trailer that were my team and crew, and I said this, looking like a ghost.

Konrad Raab: "Guys, I need you lot to leave for a while. I want some alone time."

They nodded, as I sometimes grant that, but this was for an exceptional reason; little did they know that I had a grown man walking around, despite him allowing that access because he had a VIP pass around his neck. He was like a Mexican man with short black hair and a strong accent like me. I came to the front of the trailer and signalled for him to go in my hideout after the crew left to be alone with him, and I took him to the sitting area in the hideout. I closed all the doors and locked them before I sat down with this grown guy.

Konrad Raab: "What do you mean I'm your dad?"

Grown man: "I know, it's a shock. But my mother told me a story of what you two did in Germany when she was away for a business meeting."

It was totally from my past, as I predicted, long before Fizz and even long before my first wife I married, so it must've been when I was single for damn sure because I never cheat on anyone unless they did first, which both my first ex-wife and Fizz did. So it's got to be when I was single. I don't remember what I did.

Grown man: "Do you know the name, Mila?"

He got a picture of her out of his pocket, and it did weirdly enough come to my mind now, even if she and I were utterly drunk that day. Honestly, I don't know what made me want to be with her. So I told the kid the truth.

Konrad Raab: "It rings a bell now that you've shown a picture of her. What's your name?"

Grown man: "Jamie."

Konrad Raab: "I'm sorry, Jamie, but I'm still trying to process this. I feel like a piece of shit, to be honest."

Jamie: "It was just as shocking to me as it's to you. It happened in Germany when you fell for Mila, having a lot in common, and you two, she said, were talking for hours."

Konrad Raab: "I think I remember the face, but everything else that night with Mila after I sat next to her, I don't remember."

I'm still at a loss for words, and I put my head down in absolute shame with shock and anger. However, Jamie told me the story that would set things straight that could explain the story.

Jamie: "She only came to Germany because of a business meeting for her cooking business she wanted to run in Germany and the US, so I can understand why this would be a sudden shock. She said giving birth to me was the best thing ever. She loved you, you know. She said you kissed her and sat with her. She only stated you were my dad when we watched an interview of you before the NASCAR Cup Series Fontana race started."

Konrad Raab: "I need proof you are because, for all I know, you could be bullshitting."

Jamie: "You want DNA testing done, don't you?"

Konrad Raab: "Of course, it's the only way to prove you're my son."

Jamie nodded, and I just put my head on the table. Seeing this grown man, he did have a powerful German accent which I did have, and him already looking like he wanted to be a wrestler was another sign. He had been working out so hard; maybe Mila had told him about me already, but not the face or name. I was hopeless, lost on what to do with the situation other than getting a DNA test done.

Jamie: "Mila said if you come to our house whenever you're free, we'll complete the DNA test and sort this out. We've brought DNA tests just in case and are waiting for use."

Konrad Raab: "I won't be able to get all of this sorted out until Tuesday because it's the only time I'm free away from racing and wrestling. Say, you look like you could be ready for wrestling in a few months."

Jamie: "Because I've wanted to be for quite some time since my mother said my dad is a professional wrestler. I used bodybuilding skills to one day finally meet my father. Although I didn't expect it to be at the race track, Mila only knew that day you do NASCAR too."

Konrad Raab: "I started in two thousand and twenty-one, so it's still pretty new. The fact is, Jamie; I was irresponsible back then. I always got drunk because I was always stressed with my job, so I never knew what the fuck I did when I got drunk. I only realised what I had done after waking up, but in this case, I must've been heavily drunk if I can't remember the sex or anything other than seeing your mother's face. I always wanted human intimacy because my dad treated me like shit, beating the shit out of me, and my mum didn't give me enough love."

I broke down in front of the kid because of what I told him and how it made me prove how potentially shitty of a dad I was, how I wasn't there for the entirety of his life. I only blame myself because Jamie was completely innocent in all of this. Jamie patted my back, although with force cos of how ready he was to be a wrestler.

Jamie: "I have been in many wrestling schools to prepare for wrestling. I love the moves you get to learn, and I thought one day, I'd be in the same company as my dad and tell him he's my father. I didn't know your name; that was the only thing my Mila didn't tell me."

Konrad Raab: "I can tell you're looking in shape. That's pretty inspiring. All the evil stuff you may see is because I'm angry every day and need a creative place to unleash my aggression and anger. Wrestling was that place. I'm violent because I want to be, and someone in my life wanted me to embrace violence, so I did. Honestly, it's the best thing I ever did listen to them because it's made me a bigger star than I ever was."

Jamie: "I've always wondered that. Anyway, here's the address of where we live here in Phoenix, Arizona and my number, too, in case you need it."

I accepted it because I needed to determine if Jamie was my son. I don't remember anything other than the name and the face, and if this kid were my son, I would hate myself even further. I put the number and address details written in my jeans pocket. Jamie left the hideout, and I know I'll see him around during the weekend. I also left my hideout and went straight back to my trailer. Minerva was there because of the baby, and we needed to be together as much as possible. But I was off. I didn't get to say goodbye to Jamie because of the shock. Minerva even saw me unable to breathe.

Minerva: "Don't tell me you've done something wrong. You have seen a devil; it seems like."

Konrad Raab: "Because some young man said I'm his son. How do I focus the entire weekend with that on me?"

Knowing we didn't have much time to talk, Minerva suddenly went straight into kissing me because she was so in love with me. Even while pregnant, she still had the energy, something I'd never seen with other ladies I've knocked up. Biting every part of my body as I moaned with pleasure. We were highly turned on because I could never control my body around Minerva.

My dick gets hard right away when I see her. I love when she gives me pain for love, makes me feel better about myself and makes me in love with her even more, especially when she was five months pregnant at that point, and she's fucking beautiful. It didn't look like it will ever change between us, and to get fucked before I went out there and did practice times for Cup Series class, as they had a special package this weekend, was the best thing ever.

Especially after being bitten, licked and electric shocked. A team crew member knocked on the door to say practice starts in half an hour. Minerva was disappointed when she heard the knock on the door of my trailer.

Minerva: "Damn it, I enjoyed seeing you in pain."

Konrad Raab: "I know; I had so much fun. We can do more tonight, babe, I promise. I love you."

Minerva: "I love you too."

We kissed for a while, stroking her stomach and kissing it before I had to let go to immediately got out of bed and change into my Cup Series overalls and left the trailer to go to my team and car to do some practice laps for fifty minutes, although the guy saying I'm his son came back to my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about it as I got in my car to practice laps.

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Atlanta, Georgia. Friday 17th March (Off-Camera)

It was going to be a normal weekend because while I'm absolutely gutted I can't drive the Cup Series race because this place is my second home in America, more now I've brought a family home. I'm still at least able to compete in the Xfinity Series. I'm still shocked about what happened that made me lose complete focus on what I was supposed to do. Plus, I fucking hated the new package update they had at Phoenix for the Cup Series race. But it was mainly down to the fact of the grown man stating I'm his dad that really distracted me. It was raining today, so of course, while I was meant to be out today doing practice times, got cancelled. However, it allowed me to find the one guy I needed to talk to.

A guy, quite frankly, I was concerned about because the results he had been getting hadn't been up to scratch and hadn't seen much of him since his cat Mr Tickles sadly passed away with a blood clot. I had already donated a lot of money to him and his wife to donate to cats getting sprayed, AJ Allmendinger, my best friend in NASCAR. I went searching for him everywhere, and I couldn't find him. However, I thought to ask AJ's team, Kaulig Racing, where AJ was, and they told me he was in his trailer.

So I went there and saw signs of his trailer name and number on it, and I knocked on it, waiting for an answer, and he opened the trailer door. We embraced in a handshake hug before I came straight in and closed the trailer doors behind me. I went into his living room and sat as he did with me, as I really needed to talk to him, but the bastard figured me out before I spoke a word out of my mouth.

AJ Allmendinger: “What the hell was that all about last week? You really seemed off your game.”

Konrad Raab: “I fucking hated the new package for Phoenix last week.”

AJ Allmendinger: “Oh, I did as well, couldn't do any passing with the package, but seriously bro, you seem really off. I mean, it's one thing for you to notice I'm off, but when I saw you a few times last week, you looked like you saw a ghost. Want to tell me what's up?”

Konrad Raab: “This grown man, Jamie. I was walking back to my trailer because, as you know, Minerva's pregnant with my baby, but Jamie kept following me, and I had to stop because he was entering a restricted zone only for drivers and families. Suddenly when I told him that, he stated I'm his father.”

AJ Allmendinger: “I can totally understand that more, for damn sure. I knew there was more than just the package crap from how you looked and reacted towards people. Fucking hell that must've been a huge shock.”

I still could not process everything that happened that day with Jamie and him telling me I was his father. I really struggled to come to terms with it, even if seeing Mila again on Tuesday was nice, but only for the DNA testing, which I was still waiting for results on, but I can't help but feel for the kid. AJ knew right away something had been bothering me for some reason.

Konrad Raab: “Jamie telling me that threw my focus entirely off, even with Minerva around. So I did the DNA tests with Mila and Jamie on Tuesday. Anyway, what the fuck is going on with you this season? Granted, this season with losing Mr Tickles is hard, man, but you got to move on with life as hard as it is for me to say that.”

AJ Allmendinger: “I know you're right, but I feel guilty about it.”

Konrad Raab: “No, it's not your fault. You can't blame yourself for something you couldn't control. You weren't even aware Mr Tickles had something like that. As I said, you must move on and get the old AJ back.”

AJ Allmendinger: “I know it's also affecting my performance too. However, it's not all down to that. Kaulig Racing has brought some of the shittest cars I've driven in a long time. Even Justin Haley is struggling as much as I am in these cars. I yelled and shouted really bad towards the team because I was so frustrated with them.”

I related much to what AJ said, especially since I was now frustrated with Supreme Championship Wrestling. I banged my fist on the table hard with them and wondered what the DNA results would be because I couldn't even answer that if AJ asked. It reminded me too much of what I was going through in Supreme Championship Wrestling. He brought me a metal cup of water, and I drank it.

Konrad Raab: “I know how you feeling. It's like me and these fucking regular matches I've been getting. I've not been in one violent match since I've been back. Most likely on the concussion protocol bullshit still, but I'm bored with these regular matches, and now on Sunday, I have to face wrestlers I've never fought or had any interaction with. It's for the Adrenaline title contention too. What is it with Mr Dickhead and putting me in matches I don't want to be in?”

AJ Allmendinger: “I can see your point. I do now understand why you want to focus on doing what you do; it makes you happy, giving people pain and beating the hell out of them. Thinking about wins and losses does seem to stress you out. However, you must figure out how to approach this match.”

Konrad Raab: “How when I could give less of a fuck about winning some poxy championship?”

AJ Allmendinger: “OK, think of it like this. What if you go out there, beat the fuck out of them without weapons and instead of winning by pinfall, you win by knocking both of your opponents out?”

I knew his idea was brilliant; knocking people out would be the best plan here. I didn't care about winning the title shot at all. I even claimed if I get an Adrenaline title shot, so be it, but all I fucking wanted was the heads of Adam, who admitted they attacked Alistaire Allocco and Kandis. That was my problem; a title would not fix any of those situations.

Konrad Raab: “The other problem is I don't want the Adrenaline title. Winning an Adrenaline title shot isn't going to fix me facing Kandis or Adam because, if anything, it will go farther away from facing them.”

AJ Allmendinger: “You must figure out why you want to win the title shot, Konrad. You have to; you can't waste the chance away. I know it sucks, but you got no choice.”

Konrad Raab: “The problem is there's no reason. I can make up by saying, oh yeah, I've never held the title, and I've been in the company longer than them, and I deserve it more because I want the Adrenaline title more badly than Cassie and Chance, but it would be bullshit.”

AJ Allmendinger: “Sometimes we all have to lie to get things we want. I understand you don't want title shots, but make do with what you have, man. Say you'll win a title match because you've fucked Cassie and Chance up from doing anything. Besides, they have something to fear, and you don't, losing.”

He wasn't wrong; I didn't fear losing. I didn't even care for Bree Lancaster at all. I always thought Kim and I were in the wrong matches with the wrong opponents. I know I have to think of some way to turn that around, but there was nothing I could think of. Hence the frustration because it made me have to care about winning and losing, and I fucking hate that shit unless it was for a good purpose like Kandis and Adam.

Konrad Raab: “You're right, and I know you're also right that I have to make up bullshit just to get there. I'm not interested in this pointless match where I've had zero connection to Cassie and Chase or that I want the Adrenaline title. But I do have other goals to achieve to go if I do lose. AGGH, my head.”

AJ Allmendinger: “As I said, make sure they'll be too crippled and too weak to stand on their own two feet. Make sure they can't walk afterwards to pin you or anything. Just knock them out and walk away without celebrating. After all, titles are just a bonus to you.”

Konrad Raab: “They are an..............”

As I was about to reply to AJ, my phone flashed and vibrated a few times, so I pulled it out of my pocket. It wasn't a phone call or text, but an e-mail notification as AJ looked at me and waited for me to reply.

AJ Allmendinger: “And what?”

Konrad Raab: “I got an important e-mail to read; give me a minute.”

It was the e-mail I was waiting for, and I took a long set of notes of what it detailed about the DNA test I had with Jamie and Mila. I know the results now, and I was feeling like saying oh fuck. AJ could sense something was wrong, especially when I put my head down on the table and did it quite hard actually. AJ finally figured it out after I put my head down for ten minutes.

AJ Allmendinger: “He's your son, isn't he?”

Konrad Raab: “Yes.”

AJ Allmendinger: “Congratulations.”

Konrad Raab: “I'm a fucking failure to him, AJ. I missed out on his birth, his childhood, and him growing up. I'm a shitty father.”

AJ Allmendinger: “No, you couldn't have known, and that happens sometimes. I've gotten drunk many times and don't remember where I was or what I did. As you said, the day after, she flew back to Phoenix for business after that night. So there was no possible way you could've known that was your son without her phone number.”

AJ was right, I shouldn't feel bad for not being a part of Jamie's life, but at least I now know I have much catching up to do with my son. I got to be in Phoenix more than just the races as well. I panicked, unsure how to fix the past to the present. I guess it's about moving on, although I know I got to own up a lot to Jamie, more now he's my son I never knew I had.

AJ Allmendinger: “You need to relax, buddy. I know you're in shock and scared, which is understandable in this case, but the goal is to take things nice and slow to get to know Jamie and him more about you. But you also need to think of ways you want to win the title shot. Act as if you care; act like you'll decimate all your opponents in the ring to knock each one of them out for you to win the match.”

Konrad Raab: “If you excuse me, AJ, I'm gonna be sick.”

I rushed to the bathroom because my heart was pounding, and felt sick to my stomach on me being a piss poor father and vomited a lot because of the stress I was in regarding the Jamie being my potential son. It was more of a relief knowing the stress could go away. I also took a piss in there before I came out and drank all the water in the Cup, and then I said this to AJ.

Konrad Raab: “You've been a great help, but you also got to get the old AJ back because I feared that guy, and I still do with the road course race coming up, god I'm dogshit at them. I must return to the trailer to soak in my thoughts about Jamie being my son on how I can fix this and turn it around. I'll see you tomorrow.”

I left AJ's trailer to head back to my own apartment, where I was still gathering the news about Jamie now being my son. I must calm down and not let my race performance get in the way of the positive DNA test Jamie and I. I just put my head onto the table all day because it was raining, and qualifying got cancelled, so it was straight onto the race tomorrow. So I stopped hitting my head, even crying because of how much of a terrible dad I was to Jamie. Cried myself to sleep for the night.

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Atlanta, Georgia. Sunday 19th March (On-Camera)

Because I brought a holiday home in Atlanta a few days before the NASCAR Xfinity Series race which I won last night, I found an abandoned shelter to do my videos. I did one there on Friday when the practice was cancelled because of rain. Now it was entirely mine, and although it did have a lot of touches of paint, it wasn't anything like in my abandoned house in Chicago, but it would do if I needed to get away from everyone and I needed to do a video for matches. Of course, it was early in the morning before I needed to go to Dallas, Texas, so plenty of time to do a video for the match. I started to talk.

Konrad Raab: “This is ridiculous now. Another boring regular match with Adrenaline title contention on the line. Why? Why aren't I being put against opponents that need a fucking beating? Why aren't I doing Underground matches? I don't fucking know, but it gives me two more victims to beat the living shit out of, despite having no history or matches against Cassie Wolfe and Chance Owens, two people who have already pissed me off even before I even stepped into the ring with them.”

I was pretty disgusted to face rookies that didn't belong in the ring with me, a match that should've really been Alexis Quinne's to begin with because she stole a match I should've been in, and I started with the biggest bullshitter in the match. Well, both are bullshitters, but more with Cassie than the other dude.

Konrad Raab: “First of all, who gives a flying fuck what you do in other companies? Nobody gives a shit what you do in a company with separate male and female divisions, aka Sin City Wrestling, who are so outdated in their practices and who have treated my cousin horribly in the past. I wrestle in other companies, too and how often do you hear me talk about my matches and accomplishments there? Zero because I focus on what I do here. Not in other companies, and most of all, I focus on beating the shit out of worthless bitches like yourself who don't belong in the ring. Maybe it's best to focus on what you do in Supreme Championship Wrestling.”

I spit on the floor because I always find it a fucking insult to talk about achievements in other companies. Even I don't do that unless I'm starting in a new company, and that's all it should be discussed.

Konrad Raab: “Another thing about you is who gives a fuck about your stupid fucking dog? I also got a dog, but you don't hear me talk about it every five minutes. Can you talk about Supreme Championship Wrestling instead of some irrelevant dogs and wrestling companies? It seems it's all you talk about. It seems the only thing you talk about. Nothing about what you actually want to do or achieve in Supreme Championship Wrestling. You have no motivation, and heck, you have no fucking reason to be here. “

I had a lot more to say to this worthless fucking cunt, a lot more as I always bring my trusted tins of red paint and poured it all over me that drips in my body, even with the made-up mace, flame fluid and the lighter on the wall. I love it here so far.

Konrad Raab: “Honestly, you're the weakest bitch out of the three of us in this match because you offer no real fucking substance; you offer nothing to offer to your opponents other than talking about your stupid achievements in companies nobody gives a fuck about and admiring a fucking puppy. Fuck off. I'm going to beat your fucking brains in so badly that you will wake up to a whole new you. Being a wolf is bullshit because you wrestle nothing like a wolf and are not a rebel either. Just easy pickings at this point.”

OK, so maybe I have some more things to say to this undedicated bitch because she has pissed me off, and her loyal for Supreme Championship Wrestling wasn't there. I hated this pretty girl shit.

Konrad Raab: “You're honestly going around moaning about losing all the time? I lose matches more often than not, and how much fucks do I give about them? None because my enjoyment isn't in winning or losing matches; it's to make you bleed, burn and most importantly, be wheeled into a hospital. You aren't certainly going to like anything I do to a stupid bitch like you that couldn't even do any fucking research on Deanna Frost to expose her. You're essentially a waste of everyone's time.”

I wanted to stop there and move on to Chance, but I needed one more minute of speaking to this bitch.

Konrad Raab: “Stop crying like a stupid bitch and do something because I guarantee you, you will remember everything I've done to you. You think you're a wolf? Come and rip this vampire apart; go on because this vampire is out to kill, out for your blood, out to hurt you and even to bite you too. I'm the lone vampire, and you're a weak wolf that's not worth facing. You're a pathetic excuse of a wolf. Fuck out of here if you think I'm going to take you seriously, you whining little bitch.”

I mock the tears coming out of this Cassie bitch, as she will not know I'm a far different wrestler than she ever claims to be. I'm addressing a man with something to say about leaving the company. But unlike Cassie, he does deserve some credit.

Konrad Raab: “Here's for the time being, I give out credit to you, Chance Owens. You had a great wrestling match against Josh Hudson, unlike the piss-poor performance that Cassie gave to Deanna Frost. You gave it everything you had and came out short, but the fact that you got a US title shot in a short time is worthy of respect. I credit you for that, but here's where things go downhill.”

Of course, I did respect that part of him that he was talented, but while I would've given respect to him, there was something in the way of that that prevented me from telling him further.

Konrad Raab: “Did you really try to walk away from Supreme Championship Wrestling after losing one title match? You pussy ass bitch because do you know, and this goes to you as well, Cassie, how many fucking years it took me to win my first title here? Three years and I never thought about quitting once because it would've been fucking stupid to do so. In fact, you know when I had a concussion? I attempted to walk into this arena a week afterwards because I didn't care about my concussion since I'm a fucking wrestler that needed to beat the shit out of Reginald. Still, SCW stopped me from thinking about it with the concussion protocol card they threw out. I didn't even care if I had a broken leg or arm. I would always wrestle with it because that's the fucking wrestler I am. I don't ever cry about wins and losses anymore because I have fun beating the shit out of ungrateful fucks as you should know about me now.”

I poured another lot of tinned red paint all over my body as it slimes all over me, smelling it that I never had to do before since the shelter was smaller than in Chicago and the paint was already all over the floor.

Konrad Raab: “You need to learn not to give a shit about losses. I gave up talking about them for that fucking reason. I'm angry every day because of how shit my career was at the beginning and angry because of my dad beating the shit out of me. You call yourself a roadblock? Don't you realise I've overcome all the roadblocks in my entire wrestling career? I had to jump through hoops to get into the wrestling business because there were no wrestling schools in Germany at the time, so I had to get into the business the hard way and had to earn my spot at a wrestling school, unlike yourself. Your nickname doesn't intimidate me one little bit. More you be shitting in your fucking pants when you see my face, what I can do to little boys that act like they own the world, that feel losses are the end of the fucking world. The fact is, if you listen to everything Asher Hayes said, that's exactly what my purpose is because I came here to hurt, and I came to hurt Kandis, who fucking betrayed my ass to make her bleed and burn her pathetic body for good.”

I smirked as I didn't care for Chance Owens either, but I knew he was a more significant threat for me. I hadn't even gotten to the Adrenaline title contention part, and I knew I had to consider he would give me a challenge.

Konrad Raab: “I've done a fucking lot here, kid, and while I admit you'll go far, at the same time, your losses are somewhat of a roadblock for you. I always have goals to achieve, whether winning or losing, but you and Cassie don't. You both fear losing and failure. While I overcame them. I overcame my fear of fire even though I love the living shit out of them. I'm always inflicting burns on myself with lighters because having my body covered in burns is so pretty. So pretty to see the damages I cause to myself. I want to inflict pain on you and Cassie. I will fucking crush your head, and I won't aim to pin or submit you or Cassie; that won't work in a match like this.”

The more I thought about AJ's idea, the better it suited me because I didn't want to do boring pinfalls or submissions wins anymore. I'm done with that petty boring crap with regular matches.

Konrad Raab: “I'm going to win this match by making both of you knocked out. I will knock you out in ways you wish you could only do with me. Why? Because I want to beat you both down so fucking much that you won't even be able to compete for the Adrenaline title. Heck, you both weren't even aware that Bree may not even walk away with the title, could be Lucy One, could be the joke penguin and could even be Aisling. Except for the joke penguin and Aisling, I've fought the other two in the past, but Bree has never faced this psychopathic pyromaniac that I will inflict because I want to cause nothing but chaos.”

I know I do need to talk about the belt more, but it made me sick to pretend to care for winning such a materialistic item. It was just a bonus for me.

Konrad Raab: “I will knock all your asses out with injuries, blood and burns you will get from my hands because I am a fucking killer. I'm someone nobody ever wants to face in a match against me. Nobody should want to face me, not even whoever will walk out as Adrenaline champion. You two will be too incapacitated to even think you'll walk away from facing the Adrenaline champion. I will win because I will fuck up Chance and Cassie from injuries. I will find a way to make this a fucking hardcore match because this bullshit regular one on one match is boring and overdone. I want you two to hate my guts and spit so much hate that you must find every way of getting me down.”

I smirked because I was starting to find momentum, even if my heart wasn't into winning the match, and I think that's why I enjoyed Underground matches more because I didn't care about wins and losses at all had to care about this win.

Konrad Raab: “No, I don't care about winning matches, but I got no choice but to care because of what's on the line. You two aren't going to last with me, not even a chance to fight back with me because I can easily cripple you both in a matter of seconds, and the Adrenaline champion has better watch their back because everything I do in the ring is because I enjoy giving pain. I only want to do that because I'm a fucking maniac. I will win because I will want it more with my skills. Prepare to be burned by Burned In Blood because you two will be burned and forgotten, along with waking up from bruises, cuts and even blood that I will lay upon both of you, and I expect you two pussies to cut me open too, but we know you two are well and truly fucked. I will inflict all the hatred and anger onto you both and use weapons to knock your asses out to be the new Adrenaline title contender.”

I turned the camera off before putting on my wrestling clothes and headed straight to the airport here in Atlanta to fly straight to Dallas, Texas, to do this pointless match.
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