The Enigma vs. Konrad Raab

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP limit for singles

No Word Limits

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Monday, April 15, 2024 (Show still takes place Sunday, April 14, 2024)

[The Enigma]

New Moon Rising

In the wake of the Blood Moon Ritual, time in Thornbrooke passed like the shifting shadows, casting its veil over the village and its inhabitants. Elias Veil, once a mere bystander to the enigmatic forces that shaped his destiny, found himself thrust into a tumultuous journey of self-discovery and dark revelation.

As the days turned into weeks, Elias returned to his home with his mother, the echoes of the ritual still reverberating through his consciousness. The bond between them strained under the weight of their shared secrets, while the absence of Elias's father loomed large, a silent reminder of the fractured family dynamic that plagued their household.

In the quiet solitude of Thornbrooke, Elias grappled with the newfound power coursing through his veins, its intoxicating allure pulling him ever deeper into the shadows. But amidst the chaos of his internal struggle, a beacon of hope remained—a flicker of humanity that refused to be extinguished by the encroaching darkness.

Yet, as Elias navigated the treacherous labyrinth of his own mind, he couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister lurked just beyond the veil of shadows. With each passing moment, the tension in Thornbrooke grew palpable, its streets teeming with secrets and whispered rumors of ancient evils stirring in the depths.

And as Elias stood on the precipice of his own destiny, he knew that the time for reckoning was fast approaching. For within the heart of the forsaken village lay the answers he sought—the key to unlocking the mysteries that had haunted his family for generations.

As Elias embarked on the next chapter of his journey, the shadows of Thornbrooke closed in around him, their whispered secrets echoing in his ears. But with determination burning in his heart, he pressed onward, ready to confront whatever darkness lay ahead and reclaim his true identity.

As Elias returned home to Thornbrooke with his mother, the atmosphere in their humble abode was laden with tension, a palpable thickness that hung in the air like a suffocating fog. The absence of his father only served to exacerbate the strained dynamic between them, leaving Elias to grapple with his conflicting emotions in the solitude of his thoughts.

Despite his best efforts to maintain a facade of normalcy, Elias could feel the tendrils of darkness creeping ever closer, their insidious influence seeping into every facet of his being. It was as if a shadow had been cast over his soul, clouding his judgment and distorting his perception of reality.

In his interactions with his mother, Elias couldn't help but sense a subtle shift in his demeanor, a newfound edge that belied the depths of his inner turmoil. The once gentle son she knew seemed to be slipping away, replaced by a stranger consumed by a hunger for power and control.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, a glimmer of his former self still remained—a flicker of humanity that refused to be extinguished by the encroaching darkness. It was a fragile thread that tethered him to his humanity, a beacon of hope in the face of overwhelming despair.

But as the days passed and the tension continued to mount, Elias found himself increasingly drawn to the allure of the shadows, their whispered promises of strength and dominance echoing in the recesses of his mind. With each passing moment, he felt himself teetering on the brink of a precipice, torn between the light and the darkness that waged war within him.

And as the echoes of his past reverberated through the corridors of his consciousness, Elias knew that the time for reckoning was fast approaching. For within the depths of Thornbrooke's darkest secrets lay the key to unlocking his true destiny—a destiny that would shape the fate of all who called the forsaken village home.

In the quiet of the night, Elias found himself haunted by visions of the Blood Moon ritual, its significance weighing heavily on his mind. The memory of the ritual stirred something deep within him, igniting a primal urge that he struggled to suppress.

As Elias grappled with his inner turmoil, his mother watched on with growing concern, her eyes betraying a mixture of fear and confusion. She had always been his anchor, his rock in times of uncertainty, but now even her comforting presence felt like a distant memory.

Their interactions had become strained, punctuated by awkward silences and veiled accusations. Elias could sense the disappointment in his mother's gaze, a silent reproach that cut him to the core.

But amidst the turmoil of their fractured relationship, a new voice began to emerge within Elias—an insidious whisper that promised power and liberation from the constraints of his mundane existence. It was the voice of the Enigma, the dark entity that lurked within the shadows of his mind, tempting him with promises of untold power and glory.

With each passing day, the voice grew louder, its seductive promises becoming increasingly difficult to resist. Elias found himself drawn to the darkness like a moth to a flame, his curiosity piqued by the forbidden knowledge that it offered.

Yet, even as he teetered on the brink of succumbing to the darkness, a part of him recoiled in horror at the thought of what he might become. He knew that embracing the shadows would mean sacrificing everything he held dear, including his own humanity.

But as the whispers of the Enigma grew louder, Elias found himself torn between two opposing forces—the light that beckoned him towards redemption, and the darkness that promised power beyond imagining.

And as the night stretched on, Elias knew that the time for reckoning was fast approaching. The battle for his soul had begun, and only he could determine the outcome.

As Elias delved deeper into the embrace of darkness, his once-familiar surroundings took on an eerie and unfamiliar quality. The streets of Thornbrooke, once his home, now seemed to twist and contort with each passing moment, their shadows whispering secrets that only he could hear.

His mother's voice, once a source of comfort and guidance, now seemed distant and muffled, as if she were calling out to him from across a vast chasm. Try as he might, Elias could not bridge the divide that had grown between them, his allegiance to the shadows driving a wedge between himself and the woman who had raised him.

"Mother, I need you to understand," Elias began, his voice strained with the weight of unspoken words. "Thornbrooke is changing, and so am I."

His mother turned to him, her expression a mixture of concern and apprehension. "Elias, what do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

"I mean that there's something inside me, something... powerful," Elias replied cryptically, his gaze drifting to the shadows dancing on the walls. "I can feel it calling to me, urging me to embrace it."

His mother's brow furrowed in concern. "Elias, you mustn't give in to whatever darkness is consuming you," she pleaded, reaching out to grasp his hand. "You're stronger than this. You're stronger than whatever lurks in the shadows."

But Elias pulled away, a distant look in his eyes. "I'm not so sure anymore, Mother," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "There are things... things I've seen, things I've felt... that I can't explain."

As silence settled between them, Elias felt a strange sensation wash over him—a feeling of being watched, of unseen eyes peering into the depths of his soul. And amidst the turmoil of his thoughts, a voice whispered in the recesses of his mind, its words echoing with a sinister promise.

"Embrace the darkness, Elias," it whispered, its tone both seductive and menacing. "Embrace it, and together, we will wield power beyond your wildest dreams."

Elias shuddered, his mind awash with conflicting emotions. But as he turned to his mother, he knew that the battle for his soul had only just begun—a battle that would test his resolve and challenge everything he thought he knew about himself and the world around him.


As the days passed, Elias found himself increasingly consumed by the darkness that lurked within him. The whispers grew louder, their seductive promises weaving a tangled web of temptation around his mind.

Despite his mother's pleas and his own inner turmoil, Elias felt drawn to the shadows like a moth to a flame. Each passing moment brought him closer to the brink, the line between light and darkness blurring with each step he took.

One evening, as the moon cast its pale glow over Thornbrooke, Elias found himself standing at the threshold of his home, the weight of his decisions heavy upon his shoulders. His mother's voice echoed in his mind, a faint reminder of the love and concern she had shown him, but it was drowned out by the relentless whispers of the darkness.

With a heavy heart, Elias stepped into the night, the shadows enveloping him like a cloak as he disappeared into the labyrinthine streets of Thornbrooke. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, but he knew that he could no longer resist the pull of the darkness that called to him.

As he ventured deeper into the heart of the forsaken village, Elias felt a sense of liberation wash over him—a feeling of power and freedom unlike anything he had ever known. With each passing moment, he embraced the darkness that coursed through his veins, reveling in the newfound strength it bestowed upon him.

But amidst the exhilaration, a voice whispered in the recesses of his mind—a voice that sounded eerily familiar yet tinged with an otherworldly menace. It was the voice of the Enigma, the dark entity that had taken root within him, guiding his every move with its sinister agenda.

With a sense of inevitability, Elias surrendered himself to the will of the darkness, knowing that there was no turning back. For better or for worse, he was now bound to the shadows, a slave to the darkness that had claimed him as its own. And as he disappeared into the night, his fate intertwined with that of Thornbrooke itself, he knew that the true battle had only just begun.

As the days passed, Elias found himself increasingly tormented by the conflicting emotions swirling within him. The tension between his desire for power and his longing for his former self gnawed at his soul, leaving him trapped in a perpetual state of indecision.

One evening, as Elias stood at the threshold of his home, the weight of his choices bore down upon him like a heavy burden. His mother's worried gaze met his, her concern palpable in the air between them. "Elias, please," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation, "you're slipping away from me. I can see it in your eyes."

But Elias could only avert his gaze, unable to meet her eyes for fear of what she might see reflected there. The darkness within him whispered seductive promises of power and control, tempting him to succumb to its embrace.

"I'm sorry, Mother," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the wind that whispered through the night. "I can't... I don't know who I am anymore."

With a heavy heart, Elias turned away from his home, the weight of his decision pressing down upon him like a vice. The shadows of Thornbrooke seemed to beckon him forward, their whispers growing louder with each step he took.

But amidst the turmoil, a small voice—a remnant of his former self—urged him to resist the darkness that threatened to consume him. It was a faint glimmer of hope in the darkness, a reminder of the person he once was and the person he longed to become once more.

As Elias ventured into the night, uncertainty gripped his heart, but a newfound determination burned within him. Though the shadows may call to him, he vowed to resist their siren song, to fight against the darkness that threatened to swallow him whole.

For in the heart of Thornbrooke's darkest secrets lay the key to his salvation, and Elias was determined to unlock it, no matter the cost. With each step he took, he vowed to reclaim his destiny and confront the demons that lurked within, for he knew that only by facing his fears could he hope to find the light that still flickered within him.

As Elias Veil's journey through the enigmatic streets of Thornbrooke reaches its pivotal juncture, a transition occurs, seamlessly transporting us from the depths of his internal struggle to the darkened halls of the Enigma's domain. Here, amidst the eerie stillness of his compound, the Enigma stands as a harbinger of chaos and uncertainty, his presence commanding attention as he prepares for his upcoming clash at SCW's Pay Per View event, Taking the Leap.

The whispers of Thornbrooke's secrets echo in the recesses of his mind, a haunting reminder of the darkness that lurks within. Yet, as the shadows dance around him, the Enigma remains undaunted, his gaze fixed on the looming specter of his opponent, Konrad Raab.

With each passing moment, anticipation mounts, the tension between the two rivals simmering like a cauldron ready to boil over. The events that transpired at Retribution still linger in the air, fueling the flames of their rivalry and setting the stage for an epic showdown at Taking the Leap.

As the Enigma's loyal followers stand at the ready, their hooded forms shrouded in shadow, a sense of foreboding fills the air. For in the darkness that cloaks him, the Enigma finds strength and solace, his resolve unyielding as he prepares to confront his greatest challenge yet.

With the fate of Thornbrooke hanging in the balance, the Enigma stands poised on the brink of destiny, ready to take the leap into the unknown and emerge victorious once more. And as the echoes of his past fade into the abyss, a new chapter unfolds—one filled with uncertainty, but also with the promise of triumph and redemption.

As Elias Veil's journey through the enigmatic streets of Thornbrooke reaches its pivotal juncture, a transition occurs, seamlessly transporting us from the depths of his internal struggle to the darkened halls of the Enigma's domain. Here, amidst the eerie stillness of his compound, the Enigma stands as a harbinger of chaos and uncertainty, his presence commanding attention as he prepares for his upcoming clash at SCW's Pay Per View event, Taking the Leap.

The whispers of Thornbrooke's secrets echo in the recesses of his mind, a haunting reminder of the darkness that lurks within. Yet, as the shadows dance around him, the Enigma remains undaunted, his gaze fixed on the looming specter of his opponent, Konrad Raab.

With each passing moment, anticipation mounts, the tension between the two rivals simmering like a cauldron ready to boil over. The events that transpired at Retribution still linger in the air, fueling the flames of their rivalry and setting the stage for an epic showdown at Taking the Leap.

As the Enigma's loyal followers stand at the ready, their hooded forms shrouded in shadow, a sense of foreboding fills the air. For in the darkness that cloaks him, the Enigma finds strength and solace, his resolve unyielding as he prepares to confront his greatest challenge yet.

With the fate of Thornbrooke hanging in the balance, the Enigma stands poised on the brink of destiny, ready to take the leap into the unknown and emerge victorious once more. And as the echoes of his past fade into the abyss, a new chapter unfolds—one filled with uncertainty, but also with the promise of triumph and redemption.

In the depths of his enigmatic domain, the Enigma stands alone amidst the swirling shadows, his figure cloaked in darkness as he prepares for the impending clash with Konrad Raab. The dimly lit chamber serves as a fortress of solitude, a sanctuary where he can hone his skills and sharpen his resolve in anticipation of the battle to come.

The air is heavy with a sense of anticipation, the tension palpable as the Enigma immerses himself in the darkness that surrounds him. Every movement is calculated, every breath a silent vow of determination as he prepares to face his adversary on the battlefield.

With each passing moment, the shadows seem to coil and writhe with a newfound intensity, their whispers of power and dominance echoing in the recesses of his mind. The very atmosphere crackles with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality itself is poised on the brink of chaos.

And as the Enigma stands with his followers in the heart of his domain, he knows that the time for talk is over. The time for action has come, and he is ready to unleash the full fury of the darkness upon his unsuspecting foe. For in the crucible of battle, there can be no mercy, no quarter given—only the relentless pursuit of victory, at any cost.

In the eerie confines of his domain, the Enigma stands amidst the swirling shadows, his presence commanding attention as he addresses the unseen void, his voice resonating with a chilling clarity.

"Konrad Raab," he intones, his words cutting through the silence like a blade forged of shadow. "You have called upon the darkness, and now it has answered. But know this: in challenging me, you have sealed your fate."

The chamber seems to pulse with an ominous energy as the Enigma's voice reverberates off the stone walls, each syllable laden with foreboding. Shadows coil and writhe around him, dancing to the cadence of his words, as if eager to heed his command.

"Do you think yourself invincible, hidden in the shadows like a coward?" he continues, his voice dripping with disdain. "I will not cower before your darkness. I will stand and face it head-on."

A cold smirk plays upon the Enigma's lips as he dismisses any potential rebuttals, his gaze flickering with amusement.

Bravery alone, Konrad will not save you from the abyss that awaits. When we meet in the ring, you will learn the true meaning of fear."

The chamber falls silent once more, the tension thick as the shadows themselves. In the darkness, the Enigma stands alone, a harbinger of doom, his words a chilling promise of what is to come.

"In the shadows, we have lurked, biding our time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike," the Enigma's voice resonates with a chilling clarity, his words weaving a tapestry of malevolence. "And now, that moment is upon us. At SCW Taking the Leap, the darkness itself will rise to claim its rightful place."

His followers, shrouded in the darkness, listen intently, their eyes gleaming with a fervor born of absolute devotion.

"For too long, our enemies have dared to defy us," the Enigma's tone drips with malice, each syllable laced with a promise of retribution. "But now, the time for games is over. The shadows themselves will bear witness to their downfall."

A sinister grin spreads across the Enigma's lips as he gazes upon his loyal disciples, their allegiance unwavering in the face of impending conflict.

"Prepare yourselves, my brethren," he commands, his voice a whisper in the darkness. "For at SCW Taking the Leap, we shall unleash our fury upon our unsuspecting adversaries. The stage is set, the battle lines drawn—now, only time will tell who will emerge victorious in the darkened arena of SCW."

With a final nod to his disciples, the Enigma disappears into the depths of the chamber, his form swallowed by the shadows that dance around him. In the darkness, his presence lingers like a whisper, a foreboding omen of the chaos to come.

As the echoes of his words fade into the abyss, the chamber falls silent once more, the air thick with anticipation. The stage is set, the players assembled, and the shadows themselves await the unfolding of destiny.

At SCW Taking the Leap, the Enigma will unleash the full force of his darkness upon his adversary Konrad Raab, and woe be to those who dare to defy him. For in the realm of shadows, there is no mercy, no quarter given—only the relentless pursuit of victory, at any cost.

And as the darkness envelops him, the Enigma prepares to take his rightful place as the harbinger of doom, ready to claim his destiny and usher in a new era of darkness upon the world of SCW.

[Konrad Raab]

Phoenix, Arizona. Tuesday 5th April. (Offline)

It has been a long time since I heard from my niece, and I know how desperately she wanted to talk to me. Of course, Monday was a little hectic. I had to go to Kaulig Racing headquarters to talk about the Xfinity Series race I had in Las Vegas on that Saturday before a brief meet-up with my twin brother and Samuel because I had time to do so on that Sunday morning as Glendale, Arizona, wasn't that far from Las Vegas. I wasn't wrestling on it, but scheduled to be there.

Then, after the tag match, I came out towards Enigma because he was the one guy I've always wanted to face since he got into Supreme Championship Wrestling. After all, I know the threat he poses; I see the idea of him becoming the most dangerous man in Supreme Championship Wrestling was also a thing for me. Apart from Kim, I know he's much more like me than anybody on the roster.

Of course, I had to be in Arizona this week anyway for the race ahead, as it was pointless to go home only to come back here again. So it was a perfect chance for Ginny and me to meet up. I was only a fan of meeting people in public if it was to interact with fans, which my NASCAR job required me to do. Of course, I couldn't meet with her in my motorhome because it hadn't arrived in Arizona until later today.

So it took me all of yesterday where the perfect place we could meet up to talk about shit going on with me while I was away from Supreme Championship Wrestling, without public attention, without people that can randomly come and hear us. I found somewhere, although it would be late at night, a place called Papago Park. While we ate out, we were silent and played bowling and arcades to kill time.

But at ten-fifteen at night, we went up to the mountain and sat inside without anybody around us. I felt comfortable in that situation regarding my life and wrestling business discussions. Ginny started things off with me, desperately getting things off her chest.

Ginny Raab: "I'm so sick of your shenanigans, Konrad. What the hell were you thinking about playing with fire?"

Konrad Raab: "That bitch deserved every ounce of pain she got after she stabbed me in the back for years back. I told you I would stop at nothing to make her life a living hell. I'm satisfied, despite me being burned, that she got the bloody message to not fuck with me ever again on fucking her up. I can move on from her for the time being."

Ginny Raab: "You completely snapped. Markus told me about your past with your father, and everything he said is right. You're becoming like him."

Konrad Raab: “Oh fuck you.”

My dad was mentioned, and each time I had that in my mind of people saying I act like my dad, I got pissed off because I act nothing like him. I hated admitting he affected me so fucking much, and I threw a rock because I knew beating Ginny would lose my sanity, and I couldn't afford to lose more people in my life. I threw many rocks with anger, and Ginny held my shoulder.

Ginny Raab: "I'm sorry."

Konrad Raab: "No, you're not. You don't know how badly I was abused by my dad, beating me up every day when I was five years old, when I was ten, he tried to burn my face off with an oven and a gas stove, and then when I was a teenager, he beat me with a weapon. Now you want me to disregard this shit and be back to how I was back in the day? It's not going to fucking happen."

I realised how scared Ginny was when I showed anger on my face, and I turned away, feeling guilty and repulsed at how I reacted to her because of something she had no idea about. The reason I hadn't seen her. Ginny cried because I felt so aggressive and vile towards her, but the topic about my dad and how I was like him always made me pissed off. It took the pair of us long before Ginny approached me and stood far away.

Ginny Raab: "I didn't realise how your dad effectively made you the way you are. I didn't realise how this topic would make you so pissed off."

Konrad Raab: "No, you wouldn't because I never told you, and that's why. I promise I will try not to get angry about it ever again. I need to tell you something I've been doing since I've been away from wrestling and not contacting anyone."

Ginny wipes tears from her face, and I feel out of line. At the same time, I hate my father and hate people telling me I am exactly like him. She touches my arm to soothe me and my mental pain about my dad. Also, I know this will shock her a lot more, as I was about to tell Ginny something nobody in Supreme Championship Wrestling would know. Ginny sits down next to me.

Ginny Raab: "I have been wondering what you've been doing all this time, and so have Dakon and Ludvig. Even your brother has. What do you want to tell me?"

Konrad Raab: "Please don't tell anyone, including Dakon and Ludvig, this. I've been having therapy every single day with my anger, and I still continue to have them. I have been too explosive for my own good, honestly. I've neglected my kids and even my partner because of my anger, and part of my anger has been me being stressed as fuck. I don't want to be angry outside the ring."

Ginny Raab: "But you were still angry with me there, can't be that much improvement."

Konrad Raab: "I know because it's only been a month since I started them. I'm angry because I've never had self-esteem or been positive. I'm a miserable asshole. I'm a literal piece of garbage."

Ginny shook her head, but it was true. I had been discovering this during my time away from wrestling. Although I was recovering from burns at the same time, they weren't something that affected me that much, mainly because I had racing to still do, and I did. But the therapy stuff came to me rather than me seeking help for it.

Ginny Raab: "No, you're not a garbage person. How did the whole therapy stuff come about anyway?"

Konrad Raab: "The therapist didn't mention the staff name of who it was in Supreme Championship Wrestling, but they requested a therapist, Ross Barnes, for me because my anger had been so explosive. I also spoke to him about my fears of challenging a world champion for a world title match, with the symptoms you know about as you saw them."

Ginny Raab: "Wow, I never expected you to accept that with the anger stuff. We've spoken about the therapist for sports success, but not for anger."

Konrad Raab: "I had to; under my new Supreme Championship Wrestling contract, I must always have Ross with me. They'd fire me if I rejected because they were concerned for my and others well being due to my explosive anger, and they thought me having someone outside of my family to talk to about my feelings would benefit me. I was pissed off about it at first, but the more Ross spoke to me about the behaviour I had done and what SCW unnamed staff member told him about me, the more he was right."

Ginny Raab: "Does that mean you'll calm down?"

Konrad Raab: "No, because what I do has been the reason I've been getting attention as I have. I will still be violent, and I will still cause hell for others because that's the motivation I have that will make me succeed. I had a god damn reality check on Ross giving me solid advice on what to do as a leader of the European Fiery Nation, and I have done everything wrong."

It was baffling how much of a reality check I got from Ross of him to say things to me, and I'm still processing the information he had told me. Ginny was still worried for me, and that's understandable when I refused to change when it came to being a wrestler in the business. But I did have to tell Ginny the truth.

Konrad Raab: "But he did say that I should use my anger constructively. He told me to go for championships again because that's what a leader of wrestling teams does, and I find that hard to process, but he was right. I told him I wasn't interested because it was an easy goal to have instead of the pressure of facing champions, including the US, Tag, and Adrenaline titles as well as the World Title."

Ginny Raab: "Well, that's one good thing that came out. One, you have a guy to talk to about your feelings and how you deal with them; two, you realise your mistakes. I understand you will be angry at wrestlers, and I feel that is the motivation for you, but your shenanigans with fire have to stop."

Konrad Raab: “Yes, I understand. I can't promise I won't use fire on people because that is a thing that has got me well known now, but less of that to make it affect my motivation mentally; that's what will burn me. Burning up my motivation to be a champion again. I will still be violent, I will still make people bleed, and I will still hurt people to make things happen."

I had to tell Ginny that. Just because I had to stick to having a therapist and signed a contract to do so doesn't mean I have to stick with it. But I mainly used Ross for my sports mentality therapy. He spoke about my anger and how I could use it in the ring, but it was more of a concern about the destruction I was causing myself and others.

Ginny Raab: "I know you always wanted to face Enigma because you feel he's dangerous. You seem more interested in the guy than Dakon and Ludvig were."

Konrad Raab: "I don't blame them for making the video they did because he isn't a European wrestler, and having him be on a team, even just for one match, so I get that part."

Ginny Raab: "But we don't know where Enigma comes from. He might be European, but his bio after I looked him up stated it was unknown."

Konrad Raab: "Why hide where you're from? Not once did my twin brother and I hide where we were from. You can't entirely blame Dakon and Ludvig for immediately assuming Enigma is American. Besides, he hasn't faced anyone on the same level as me. He's gotten inside many people's heads, but he won't come close to doing it with me; if anything, I'd have the upper hand every time.”

Ginny Raab: "I've never seen him face a violent wrestler like yourself. You'd give him a run for his money."

I nodded in agreement with that statement. We drank water repeatedly during the discussion and brought a carrier bag with a big bottle of water each since we were in the desert. I scratched my head and had many thoughts during my time away that Enigma would be one of the opponents I wanted to face on my return.

Konrad Raab: "That's why Enigma was my chosen opponent because he needs to face someone full of violence to show him just how truly nasty fucker I am. I'll fuck him up, and I use fire stories to tell him what I face every single day, even with the cheap mist imitation he pulls. That, for him, is just a wrestling prop. I will show him what reality is like."

Ginny Raab: "That's more like the Konrad I want. A guy interested in winning championships for the team, but also being realistic about things."

Konrad Raab: "I also apologise for scaring you and my out-of-hand shenanigans. I also didn't contact you or anyone because I needed to rethink my decisions, and if I had spilt the beans to you beforehand, someone would've found out, so I'd rather you be told afterwards than before."

I felt a vibration in my pocket as I pulled my phone out. I received a text from my motorhome driver stating that my motorhome was at the Phoenix Raceway. I replied to say thank you and sent it at the perfect time for the discussions to be finished.

Konrad Raab: "Well, I had better get to the Phoenix Raceway; my motorhome has arrived there."

Ginny Raab: "I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me privately. I'm pretty free all week and want to be around you. You and I haven't spoken or seen each other for a month until today."

Konrad Raab: "Sure, but one, I will contact Chris Rice to get you a VIP pass, and two, during my therapy sessions with Ross, you must leave the motorhome as nobody is allowed to be there, as they are one-on-one sessions."

Ginny Raab: "I understand. Can I have a hug?"

I nodded, as Ginny deserved that from me after the lashing out I did, and gave her one massive hug after telling her all of what had been going on. I didn't talk about the burns recovery because I didn't need to. I contacted Chris Rice, my Kaulig Racing boss, to ask him about getting Ginny a VIP pass. He texted, saying I'll meet you at the track with it. We left Papago Park to get an Uber to head straight to the Phoenix Raceway track. Chris gave me a VIP pass, and I gave it to Ginny to put around her neck before we went to my motorhome to get some sleep.

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I have my reasons for wanting to face you, Enigma blog. (Online)

"You damn right, Enigma, that I trespassed to face you because nobody else got in your face like I have. You threatened everyone around you, and you do nothing when someone like me comes along. But did you know Enigma, I've always wanted to face you since the day you came to Supreme Championship Wrestling? No rookie until now has ever caught my attention. I admire you for having an excellent TV title run, although that's one of two titles I don't want to hold again, as I've been there and done that. Your spooky nature has gotten attention from many wrestlers, but certainly from me, along with your destruction of wrestlers. Also, you have a dangerous intent to be a dangerous wrestler in SCW.

The fact is, it's been a while since I had to give respect to a wrestler that deserves credit. You do, and you're an interesting wrestler, which is why I chose to face you out of everyone I could've picked, so be thankful I won't be trashing you anywhere near the levels of Xander, who's a joke when it comes to lack of violence.

But you really said you have no issues of being violent? I don't believe you because I've never seen you violent in your SCW career. You've never fought a violent man since you've been here. The guys you've wrestled are weaklings; the same is valid with female wrestlers. You've never fought anyone like me that's more than capable of being violent and beating the living shit out of you, bitch.

As I said, I don't fear you at all. I see the opposite of you fearing me since you're incapable of getting in my face. Also, I have no problems suffering the consequences of my actions since I got burned after all, and I suffer them every day, so nothing you do will make a damn difference. As far as my team attacking you is concerned? I knew I couldn't make the show in time because I had to do a road course race in Texas that Saturday. I had them attack you to send you a damn message. If I didn't have to race, I would've done it myself.

Your mist game is cheap and an imitation that, while blinding people, won't affect me. I've had to face fire my entire life, even before I became a wrestler, which is very much real. If you throw mist in my face, I'll throw a fireball to your face, too, because you won't have the upper hand.

You can claim that the shadows are not bound by mortal laws; no, they aren't, but they will always be following you. I talk to shadows every day, too, to help me overcome the hell I went through, including fire. My team serve the purpose of being the first team that doesn't come from an English-speaking country to be tag champions. We're building more European wrestlers that don't come from the UK or Ireland to give them a chance to be professional wrestlers because nobody else will.

You don't have the power to do anything to me because you don't stand a chance of defeating me. Oh sure, I lost to Xander, but he couldn't do crap to me that I hadn't suffered before. While I respect you, which is why I chose to fight you, I know you'll give me the violence no man has ever gone before. I will use my violence to win either the US, Adrenaline or World Title in my own hands because I have that desire and was given a reality check.

You don't stand a damn chance, and I will make you taste your own blood on top of dosing you in flames as well, especially if you try to throw the mist in my face; fireballs are a thing that I can produce. Our match will be brutal and violent because you process those things, but I'm the better violent and brutal wrestler.

We'll showcase a match the fans will want to see and will be talking about for years to come because of our dark, mysterious personalities both of us have, although I tend to be more explosive. While I will beat you down to make you bleed, it's out of respect, and good luck on trying to beat me because you won't."