Konrad Raab vs. Damian Marshall
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Konrad Raab vs. Damian Marshall

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Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Saturday, June 3, 2023
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Fear not what comes for you, for you have brought it on yourself.
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North Wilkesboro, North Carolina. Tuesday 16th May. (Offline)

Another rain delay of being unable to race due to weather, but there was a plus side to this; it gave me a chance to bond with someone I should've honestly connected with at the beginning of the Xfinity Series season, my teammate, Sammy Smith. Granted, I asked William Byron to come, but he wanted to spend time with his wife, which was fair, but he promised to hang out with me on Thursday. So it was just me and Sammy Smith for today, and I really wished I could take the kid to a strip club, but he was deemed too young as he was only eighteen.

He was a young kid that already won his first race, which I was proud of; in fact, all of us in Brad Rogers Racing have won races, I won more than John and Sammy, but we all got wins in the Xfinity Series. Ty Gibbs was always the son I never had. I always treated him that way, but I treat Sammy Smith like a grandpa. He's a good kid who made mistakes, much like when I started.

Anyway, I had to figure out, since most of the strip clubs are for over twenty ones, what we were going to do as we stood outside our garages for the STARS Super Late Models racing, figuring out a plan for tonight until William Byron ironically, who was one of my good friends in NASCAR and was also doing the STARS Super Late Models Race tomorrow said this.

William Byron: "Hey, you two could always go to The Block, where there are things suitable for Sammy Smith to do. It's an amusement park I saw on my way down here."

Konrad Raab: “Thanks Will. I'll check that out."

Sammy nodded as he looked at me, knowing it was something he wanted to do, even if I wanted to take him to a strip club, but I got to follow the law. If he was in Germany, he'd be allowed to go into one and could even drink alcohol there. But he looked at me and said this.

Sammy Smith: "Yeah, I'd go to do that."

Konrad Raab: "Sounds like a deal to me."

Of course, we had to change from our racing overalls, although he was from the ARCA days. At the same time, mine was a basic Daytona two thousand and nineteen overalls testing overalls I had, it's something I've always worn during my dirt and now Super Late Models adventures racing. We returned to the changing rooms and changed into our regular clothes with the Brad Rogers racing logos on our shirts, hoodies, and jeans. We met at the entrance and exit part and grabbed an Uber to take us downtown to The Block.

Konrad Raab: "I'm so glad we're doing something together."

Sammy Smith: "Yeah, me too. Especially since you're the only teammate, I've never had the chance to talk to or socialise with."

Konrad Raab: “Same here bro. Glad we're able to make up for it now."

We left the Uber and went straight to The Block, where it was pretty busy because of the weather with the arcades, laser guns, ninja warrior adventure and, of course, the trampoline area. Of course, I wanted to do a trampoline to show Sammy what I could do as a wrestler in a safe environment. It would never hurt the kid, but Sammy had another idea.

Sammy Smith: "Hey, let's play trampoline basketball."

Konrad Raab: “Sounds good to me. Let's go to a friendly war."

So we both paid for the session we had and took our shoes off, and placed them in special shoe boxes they had. We were given a basketball and then directed to the basketball course with a bunch of trampolines. Although I had an idea that would get Sammy used to me a lot more, considering we never really spoke, apart from race meetings before and after races.

Konrad Raab: "We play basketball, but I want to show you how I do wrestling."

Sammy Smith: "You won't hurt me, will you?"

Konrad Raab: “No way, kid. I could never do that."

Sammy Smith: "But I heard you're extremely violent and scary."

It was clear the kid was afraid of me doing wrestling moves on him, and I understood because the reputation around me in terms of wrestling was known. I want to make things clear to the kid as we started jumping around with the basketball, and we could talk during the jumping activity.

Konrad Raab: "Yeah, I'm a violent wrestler, but that's because I had to be different to who I am outside the ring. The start of my wrestling career was alright. I was getting used to the ropes and even won a few titles. However, later on, in two thousand and twenty, a red hair lady named Minerva told me that I allowed myself to be a pushover and had to change. So she trained me to be who she thought I was hiding. I was hiding my anger from the years of my dad beating and burning the shit out of me."

Sammy Smith: "Ah, so that's why you became violent because of Minerva training you to go to extra lengths, discovering you were hiding who you really are?

Konrad Raab: "Yes. Wanting to be successful made me miserable, so I used wrestling to deal with my anger and give others the pain of what I've gone through my entire life. I'm not interested in winning titles. I'm a different guy in the ring, but I'm trying to figure out who I am because I'm still getting to know myself, and it's not an easy road to go by."

Sammy Smith: "I completely understand. Wrestling and NASCAR are two different sports, and I see you as a pretty decent guy. Now come on, let's continue to play."

It felt pretty good to get that off my chest as while I'm proud to be friends with Kim and we talk quite a lot backstage, I still felt alone on the road; part of the reason why I go to strip clubs after wrestling matches mostly if there was one in town so I could get attention. Anyway, I had a lot of fun with Sammy Smith, knowing I did want to talk more with him to get used to him also. He was a good kid, honestly. We played basketball for two hours, with me having a high score of one hundred and eight to Sammy's ninety-five.

Konrad Raab: "Ah, come on, Sammy, I won the basketball match; let me do some wrestling moves on you."

Sammy Smith: "Alright, I'm up for that since you won."

I mostly did some safe moves like a DDT and diamond cutter and even did a few flips on Sammy, although I tried to be as gentle as I could, and Sammy was laughing, which made me feel good because he knew I wasn't trying to hurt him. I was being as safe as I could. Primarily it was the first time I had done a wrestling move on another NASCAR driver. I also did a few more diamond cutters and a German suplex pin.

We just had fun, the most fun I had in a while. We got out of the basketball trampoline area as a group was waiting to go in, and we gave them the ball. We got our shoes from the boxes, sat at the cafe bar, and ordered Diet Pepsi's for myself and Sammy. We went to the sofa couches and saw an NFL game going on as Sammy did want to get into how he got into racing.

Sammy Smith: "I also need to tell you about how I got into NASCAR. I started driving carts when I was eight years old by my dad. It led me to do super late models racing, and I had my first race in them when I was fourteen years old. I loved car racing since I was a kid. I feel pressure sometimes in NASCAR, knowing I'm the youngest driver on the grid."

Konrad Raab: “Yeah, I sense that. Impressive, you were like a pro driver at fourteen with the Super Late Models then. I hadn't heard of Super Late Models until Brad told me about it last week. Without him, I would never be a NASCAR driver, honestly. It all started with a test in two thousand and nine, and he looked at the lap times I'd done and said, god damn, you'd be a dangerous threat to NASCAR drivers. Even if he scouted me in Germany from doing caravan, banger car driving and go-karts."

Sammy Smith: "Ah, I always wondered, but you have a natural talent for NASCAR. You're so good."

Konrad Raab: "Well, you know why now. I was so busy wanting to be a pro wrestler that I had to put my car racing dreams behind me. Well, until I attended the two thousand and nine Daytona five hundred race and got a test drive in the NASCAR car from Brad Rogers himself a couple of days later. It was only two thousand and twenty-one, so I decided to go for it; last year was more of a trial of how I'd do and passed the test, hence why I'm in Xfinity Series full time and in the championship hunt too."

I loved interacting with this kid as we were still exhausted from jumping on the trampoline, playing basketball, and doing some wrestling moves. It made me feel like I wasn't lonely because I had someone to speak to and hang out with. Sammy understood more about how I got into NASCAR, and it was a question I got asked a lot lately from the media. We took sips of our diet Pepsi drinks.

Sammy Smith: "I also got a dog, Stella."

Konrad Raab: “No way man. I got one too, Frankie. Mostly because my wife Luiza Doe decided I needed one to combat my mental health."

Sammy Smith: "Ah, I think I've seen Frankie a lot with you being around AJ."

Konrad Raab: "He's my best friend in NASCAR outside of Brad Rogers Racing. Going to his baby shower next week. Anyway, we so should walk our dogs together sometime. I also want to invite you to watch me wrestle next week on Breakdown, and we'll go to Charlotte together via my private plane."

Sammy Smith: "That would be great, man. It would be awesome to see you wrestle, especially since I have always wanted to see professional wrestling in person. Never seen the sport on TV."

I smirked, knowing it would be a perfect opportunity for Sammy to learn who I am as a wrestler. Brad and almost everyone in Brad Rogers Racing had seen me wrestle, but I hadn't gotten around to inviting him because Sammy was still new to the team. So I pulled a backstage pass out of my pocket and placed it around Sammy Smith's neck for next week's event.

Konrad Raab: "Well, there's a first time for everything, like tomorrow will be the first time I race in the Super Late Model and next year, doing the Rolex twenty-four hour race at this Daytona road course race."

Sammy Smith: "Yeah, that's so cool you managed to get that deal. It's also cool that Brad allowed you to race me in Super Late Models. The double races you must do will help you learn the track more tomorrow for Sunday's All-Star race."

Konrad Raab: “For sure. I always want to help the racing community and bring somewhat wrestling and racing fans and community together, even if I'm an evil bastard in wrestling. That's why Brad put me in the STAR and CAR race to share the track and car setup with Martin, Ty, Denny and Christopher, giving them advice too."

Sammy Smith: "But we know you're far from evil in NASCAR. I can't imagine anyone wanting to fight you, though. I'd be afraid to hit you."

If only Sammy knew about my encounter with Brad Keselowski last year at Daytona, we did have blows, but I got more of the exchange, obviously, and nobody, since they saw me fight with Brad, has even tried since then to fight me. Brad hasn't bothered me since then; he had to be professional because of running his team.

Konrad Raab: "But to be honest with you, Sammy, I suck at road course racing. It's why I'm in Xfinity Series to improve on that. I'm already dreading the Portland and the Sonoma tracks because of it."

Sammy Smith: "I think it's because you've not done that kind of racing and lack experience. I know Brad has had you test a lot lately on road courses to get you to be better. I may be better than you at road courses, but that fourteenth place wasn't bad. Honestly, you just got bad luck from Justin Allgaier taking you out."

Konrad Raab: "Yeah, maybe. I always get angry and frustrated each time I think about road course racing, knowing I'm like, oh boy."

Sammy Smith: "It just takes more practice, Konrad, and I know you'll figure them out sooner than later like you did with the Bristol Dirt race this year. You shocked many people with that race, so the more you do road course racing, the better you'll get. It's been nice to meet you, and I'll see you at the Supreme Championship Wrestling Breakdown show next week. My team want to talk to me."

I shook the kid's hand as it had been a great pleasure to speak to Sammy Smith, a perfect opportunity for us to get used to each other as he finished his diet Pepsi drink and left to head back to the track. Meanwhile, I didn't want to head back there, although understandable for Sammy because he was still a young kid, but I did want to do the one thing that I couldn't do with Sammy, go to a strip club. Luckily, as I left The Block amusement place, I walked for a while in the street and saw a strip club around the corner from there, so I went in and got some pleasure of seeing women naked.

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Baltimore, Maryland. Thursday 25th May. (Offline)

It had been an up-and-down day, to be honest, with the match I had against Willow. Up because I did brutality and down because I felt I wanted to do much more than I did. Having to win that match meant absolutely nothing. However, I wasn't alone today backstage as I did invite the Norwegian wrestler Dakon Theron and the Swedish kid wrestler Ludvig Eriksson to the show, along with Sammy Smith, who I was going to go to Charlotte with later today. Sammy wasn't backstage, though, but Dakon and Ludvig were. We did watch the rest of the show, more in case the Marshall brothers and Ravyn Taylor tried to attack me, which I had backup this time.

I usually am alone backstage and get some weird looks, even from Mr Dickhead himself, who I know would do some really shady shit in the upcoming weeks. I knew I didn't have much time with Dakon and Ludvig since I had to go straight to Charlotte, so I already had a shower and changed into my Brad Rogers Racing shirt, hoodie and jeans. Lads, although they didn't have to do any work in the end, I knew they got some idea of what Ace and Ravyn at least were like.

Dakon Theron: "Ah shit, Ace and Ravyn did the same shit to you two weeks ago, only on this Nicole Kinneck girl this time. They seem to be right bastards, the pair of them."

Ludvig Eriksson: "I can see the problem you're dealing with, Konrad. Scum of the earth, really."

Konrad Raab: "Exactly. I thought we would meet Damian Marshall tonight, but he's suffering the effects of what I did to him last week after his cowardly attempts to avoid me, attacking me from behind."

I nodded as I thought I would've needed them tonight in case things got hairy with Ace and Ravyn, but they never did, primarily because of something I was told before Dakon and Ludvig came to the arena.

Konrad Raab: "I couldn't attack Ace because I was given a written warning that if I were to attack Ace tonight, I would've been suspended."

Dakon Theron: "After everything Ace, Damian and Ravyn did to you, that's bullshit."

Konrad Raab: "The same applied to Ace, as well. But he made a wise decision tonight, cutting off ties to Lexy's Crybabies squad. I call them crybabies because Lexy and her squad especially have something to cry about. But over the past few weeks, if I had the chance to be alone with Lexy, I'd fuck her."

Ludvig Eriksson: "I don't think that would be allowed in wrestling."

I admire the kid, he wanted me to avoid getting into more trouble, but he lacks experience, too. Still, Lexy was always a turn-on, attractive as hell, and I was aggressive towards her because of her association with people I considered my most prominent enemies. Still, she's not anymore, for now, at least.

Konrad Raab: "You'd be surprised how many wrestlers would fuck each other around here, especially that fucking big ass whore, Kandis. God, I want to beat the shit out of her after saying I'm dead weight with Drake and Tommy."

Dakon Theron: “Ah, you told me about her. Yeah, I'm not a fan of plastic surgery women. I saw a glimpse of her tonight. Make me sick how she acts; her ass is natural. We know it's fake as fuck."

Ludvig Eriksson: "If I wanted plastic babes, I'd go to playboy mansion, and even they are more attractive than Kandis is. She makes me want to put a plastic bag over my head."

Konrad Raab: "That's a good one."

Konrad and Dakon laughed at the idea of what Ludvig said, and it was pretty hilarious. Of course, they were wrestlers in the Atlanta Wrestling Alliance company and visiting a big company like Supreme Championship Wrestling was a whole new world for them. I was lucky to give them the access to see what they were in for.

Dakon Theron: "Ludvig and I thought of a team name when we came to Supreme Championship Wrestling."

Konrad Raab: "Oh yeah, what's that?"

Ludvig Eriksson: “The European Fiery Nation.”

I nodded in approval as it worked perfectly, and I pat both Ludvig and Dakon on their backs, thinking of me but, at the same time, attaching their nations to the tag name. The problem was I needed to gain experience leading a team, but then again, I got a brother who knew how to lead a wrestling team.

Konrad Raab: “I love it guys. Represents me with fire and then the continent we come from. We do need more Norwegian and Swedish wrestlers around the business after all, especially needing more wrestlers from non-English speaking countries apart from Japan."

Dakon Theron: "Ludvig and I made a promise earlier that we'll attend every single show and PPV you'll do, and if there's any trouble, you can count on us to tackle it, especially you'll need the backup you'll get with those Marshall Brothers and Ravyn Taylor bitches."

Konrad Raab: "Thank you, but I still want you guys to wrestle in Atlanta Wrestling Association, even do a few tag matches together so we can establish this team sooner than later, even to tackle Kandis with them three once and for all. I don't know if you heard, but at least I'm getting my hands on one of the brothers."

Ludvig Eriksson: "Even though Damian you're facing at the PPV is injured."

Konrad Raab: "It felt so good to beat the shit out of him. It showed how scared Ace is of me if he needs Ravyn all the time and needs to hide from me, but with this straining order we had of each other today, it was bullshit."

I nodded, and so did Dakon and Ludvig, who was looking ready to wrestle, although they did need to do a few tag matches to get the name known before stepping here to rock shit around here. I hated this idea and still do, but I know at the same time, I can't always deal with things myself, although I managed it well last week.

Dakon Theron: "Ace seems to be the biggest coward I've seen. He and Ravyn hid to try to cover what they were doing. Why not do that shit while One was wrestling in the ring in front of her?"

Konrad Raab: "Because you stated it, cowards, and they kept running, knowing I would fuck them up easily on my own and would have fucked Ravyn up on my own two weeks ago if Damian and Ace didn't get involved, stupid pair of cunts they are. Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed the show. I better take off and meet up with Sammy Smith, my Xfinity Series racing teammate, to head straight off to Charlotte, North Carolina, for one of NASCAR's biggest races on the calendar, Coke three hundred. I'm doing the Cup Series race too."

Ludvig Eriksson: "Holy shit, I didn't know you do NASCAR as well. Wow, that's awesome to have met a multi-sports star besides combat sports. Anyway, Dakon and I better let you go then. See you around, Konrad."

I shook hands with Ludvig and Dakon as I grabbed my bag of wrestling and racing gear and headed straight out of the arena, met up with Sammy Smith, got an Uber to the airport, and flew directly to Charlotte, North Carolina. I didn't discuss the Willow match with Ludvig and Dakon, mostly because she wasn't necessary. Besides, I used the match to send Marshall Brothers and Ravyn a message not to fuck with me.
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I love AJ Allmendinger.
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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.
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