Konrad Raab vs. Deanna Frost

[Konrad Raab]

Chicago, Illinois. Monday 5th September (Off-Camera)

The venue opened up a week ago. I allowed Darren to sign everything for this place, even paying for it, because I didn't want to organise something I wanted to do to get my anger out or, in this case, want to test my underground fighting skills because I'm always angry. I need to let myself off loose at times since I wasn't able to at home, and these angry men, although we get women coming in to let off some steam or even some wanting to exercise without just boxing-type stuff because that does get boring. 

I loved what I found on the internet for Darren to buy this large warehouse that was now The Ice Blooded Pit. Darren wanted this place to be named after me since I was the one who found this place and organised everything. I loved to have a good old street brawl with barely any rules other than not killing your opponent, you had to have men vs men and women vs women fights, and you had to be eighteen and over for legal reasons to fight. Well, they know I've brought my trusty weapon with me. I gave Darren this idea for all men and women to have a chance to beat the shit out of each other.

I saw a lot of fights take place here tonight and saw lots of bloodshed with and without weapons as I was all dressed to go, precisely like my SCW gear I wear to the ring or Supreme Championship Wrestling to be spot on since we didn't want to confuse that with the other trash company now, did we? So I sat in the seat like a spectator as we didn't have a good locker room to sit in. I like it this way because I didn't feel I needed to be treated differently, despite the name of this place being named after me.

Nobody else in Supreme Championship Wrestling would ever dare to do something like this, on top of me being a part of raising a lot of money for Climate Change, something I love to do in the future for this place. Still, it needed an identity from other people before we could arrange any charity events and ensure that this place was legalised, even with the illegal street fighting rules in place. Besides, it's been too long since I've tested my skills, and I want to see if this weapon is as dangerous as I think it is. I haven't tested it properly, other than beating the fuck out of a wrestler in UGWC with it. Darren was going to announce something as I stared at him.

Darren: "Tonight, we have a special guest with us that's fighting for us, a guy who's going to be using a new weapon he discovered in his warehouse. A guy you should know very well, please welcome, The Ice Blood, Konrad Raab."

This was the only other place I got cheers for besides NASCAR races. Although I still find it strange to get cheered, I knew Darren hadn't addressed what this weapon was. I stood up, and with my weapon in hand, I raised my hands, and everyone cheered as I stood inside an octagon where weapons can be attached to the cage for my opponent to use. Before Darren could even ask who would fight me, a big guy with dark skin and many tattoos stood up and got into the octagon with me.

Big guy: "I'm Jackson, and I'm going to beat the shit out of this prick."

I smiled; I loved this guy already who wanted to kill me. I don't like guys who face me and do not say a damn thing. I see he's angry, ready to fight a war with me. However, because nobody knew what the weapon was, I snatched the microphone from him and stated this as I raised the weapon in the air.

Konrad Raab: "For those wondering what this is, it's a flanged German mace."

I dropped the microphone as I had no reason to trash the guy; in fact, him criticising me only made me happy because I didn't want to be liked and adored by millions worldwide. Unless you're a NASCAR fan, I also wanted to risk my life a lot more than I do in wrestling, and NASCAR has gotten me closer to death than I ever had in wrestling. Although this comes closer to it than both wrestling and NASCAR do. I was ready to go as the octagon cage closed as I held my flanged German mace. The ref made sure we were prepared. We started fighting, and I decided for now at least to drop the mace as I wanted to weaken Jackson first. I enjoyed it, I kicked his ribs in really hard and laid the punches into the man, despite him putting punches on me, but I enjoy being punched in the face; it's one of the things along with being hit with weapons overall in wrestling I loved.

It makes me have even more of a thirst for violence as I got him weakened enough, despite him body slamming me, and it was a pretty good one at that for someone with barely any experience in fighting. I could tell this guy was made for wrestling. But I couldn't hire him because then it would make me weak. He still had the killer instinct, something most wrestlers in SCW don't have these days. I then gave him a cheap shot with the mace by wracking it on his left leg for him to go on one knee. Because I couldn't use it on his head, I beat him with the mace on his back as he collapsed. 

I used the mace to pound on his body, even giving people a shock as I stopped because I knew that was enough as I saw the blood covering it; luckily, Jackson was still breathing. I knew this was a dangerous weapon, but I needed to test it before I could potentially use it on my first victim, who recently became the Underground champion, Selena's wife and her lackey, Deanna Frost. Some of her comments pissed me off. Darren stands outside the octagon and announces this.

Darren: "Winner by knockout, The Ice Blood, Konrad Raab."

I raised my hands and did what I had to do today. I grabbed Jackson's hand and helped him up as we left the octagon and allowed other angry men and women to fight for the night as it was their show and mine. I've done more to the community than these SCW bastards have. I knew Darren wanted to talk to me as he always had Steven to co-own the place, too, in case Darren had to speak to someone or Darren was sick and the usual stuff. 

We had a lengthy discussion about me being the central star, but while I accepted, at the same time, I couldn't commit to it due to my wrestling and NASCAR career. He said I could show up when I wanted to, and I agreed. Anyway, I left after the twenty-minute meeting we had. I left the warehouse as Luzia, and I went on a date night to see a rock concert in Charlotte, North Carolina, where AJ and his wife lived the next day. We had a blast before I got a plane straight to San Francisco, California.

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San Francisco, California. Wednesday 7th September. (On-Camera)

Once again, due to unavoidable circumstances, I did yesterday as I will never talk about my private life to the world since it's completely irrelevant, and nobody wants to hear that shit from me. I was again in a temporary warehouse I found in California, thanks to my cousin, who's also a professional wrestler who lives here and has all of his archery gear all over the place. However, he created a room for me on how bloody and gory I liked my settings, especially how I love blood and make people suffer and cry in pain. When I'm in pain, I act for the cameras because when I scream in pain, it means I enjoy screaming in pain. I used a knife to cut myself, and my good cousin brought me two tins of red paint and a metal chair. I sit on it with skull figures around the room. I start to talk.

Konrad Raab: "Ah, you idiots are bloody hypocrites. It seems to be the case that when I won the Underground Title, people were shitting on me for the title win because Lucas's brother came to destroy Lucas for me to win the match. I never needed Jacob to beat Lucas Knight, nor request it. Yet, when we see a worthless Glory having assistance from Christy and Jerko, people turn a blind eye that it doesn't matter because Glory got the pinfall on her own, you know, like how I did with Lucas for the title. You know what? It meant I'm a threat, so I'm not too angry about it because I'm the most hated guy on this roster. Of course, I turn to violence, it's what I've grown to do, and I overcame my fear of doing so. How many of you overcome your fears and use them to improve yourselves in wrestling? None."

A lot of people neglected that about me. I was afraid of getting my hands dirty and being on the warpath, but now, it's all I want to do. It's all I dreamt in my sleep to do with the nightmares of being hunted by my fucking dad, by the enemies I had at school chasing me and beating the shit out of me. I dream of strange men trying to kill me, but I kill them instead in my dream.

Konrad Raab: "We have some bitch who claimed to be in a level three women's prison in Germany being all tough when we know it's bullshit known as Deanna Frost. I know what you're going to say, right, you've won a title quicker than I did, but we know Selena had a lot to do with that. She has treated you hand and foot since the day you came here. Of course, you'd win a title in months, you stupid cunt. It doesn't take much effort to be trained by Selena and do absolutely nothing for yourself. I had no friends, no relationships, and nobody I knew in SCW to get to the top as fast as you did. You only exist to support Selena. You never wanted to be a wrestler, just got here on her coattails."

Maybe I went overboard, but I know she would say ridiculous shit about me taking years to win a title. I had no help getting me there, only because I had no friends or anyone I knew. I know I should've been positive but fuck that, but I have to force myself to give this Selena version two credit.

Konrad Raab: "OK fine, you beat Kim on your own; well fucking done. Let's applaud you for not allowing Selena to do the work for you. You haven't had many matches, but let's applaud you for the wins against weak opponents like Ace Sky. Let's applaud you for getting the TV title from someone who became weak and hides behind a fake monster who can't do shit himself, Jenni Anderson. Well done for managing such a simple task that you had nobody until Adam Allocco threatened you. So I guess I praise you for that."

Although I was mocking her achievements because she acts like she's someone special when clearly, Deanna isn't, and I knew she was a weak, pathetic person that had no idea what Underground Championship was about.

Konrad Raab: "However, your match with Kim wasn't impressive at all; let's be honest when Kim was more violent than you in the match. The sad thing is you never wanted that Underground Championship; you have no passion for the title. You only got one because Kim needed to owe you a match. You even stated that you don't want to use weapons or cause people to bleed because, in your words, you don't need to maim your opponents. God, you're already the worst Underground champion from those quotes alone. How generic can you be? How much more alike do you have to be to your gutless wife that can't find not being afraid to bend the rules?"

I could never see the difference between the two right now; they are so much alike. However, what pissed me more was that Deanna was lovey-dovey with Selena Frost, and it got me sick because she barely wanted to wrestle at times.

Konrad Raab: "Sure, Kim didn't defend the title for three months but say what you want about her, and god, I fucking hate doing this because it goes against everything I do, but at least she had the passion for the title. At least we can see her violent actions and how much she cared about being a great violent champion. If you want to be different from Selena, be violent, be willing to use weapons and beat the fuck out of someone for their blood. That's why Kim wanted you to be chaotic to stand you out from Selena because right now, you're too much like Selena. We don't give a fuck about how much you love your stupid wife, this is wrestling, and romantic relationships in wrestling are fucking worthless. Keep your personal shit out of wrestling and focus on beating me. Winning a wrestling match as I did with Christy didn't satisfy me when there was no blood drawn, unlike you, who thinks nothing, but winning a wrestling match means everything, being the only thing that makes you happy. It makes you boring and predictable."

I may have crossed the line, but I didn't care at this point because I was that pissed off at seeing people surround each other. I poured my first tin of red paint all over my body as I sniffed it as if I already had Deanna Frost's blood all over me because it's what I crave and want to do to weak bitches like her. I drank my metal container of water and continued speaking while bringing the mace into the picture.

Konrad Raab: "While what I do is unpredictable, that's exciting. You never know what I can do, even with this mace that's very valuable to my life. It's the missing ingredient I needed to stand out from the other wrestlers. I already poured some blood on this thing, but not from a wrestler; although a wrestler did get fucked from the damage I gave them elsewhere, I don't feel sorry when you could be the first victim to feel the wrath of my mace. I don't give a fuck about losing by disqualification. I don't give a fuck about winning matches cleanly. All I want is to give you an Underground division welcome that you truly need."

I know I have to make Deanna Frost view me as a threat, and I had to provoke her as much as I have with Christy. I know it may seem as if I'm blowing her off, but I don't like giving respect when it will be thrown in my face. I know what respect I would give would be complete bullshit. I poured another tin of red paint across the floor, soaking it right into my body. I smiled with even the mace getting red paint too.

Konrad Raab: "Prove why you were in a women's level three prison. Show your violence because getting yourself out of prison couldn't have made you this fucking soft. Then again, being around Selena has made you weak. Beat the shit out of me as I will with you. Make me taste my blood because I certainly will with you, with or without the mace. I'm not going to be sorry when I push you to your fucking limits for you to walk into the match like you want to kill me. I already want to beat you with your blood dripping like I want to kill you because I'm a violent, bloodthirsty bastard you do not want to fuck around with. I always want to face all of my opponents in matches with violence. I know this is a regular match, but I can still make you bleed without weapons."

I only wanted what Kim did, only I begged her to cause me pain and beat the shit out of me. I don't want a regular wrestling match, it only bores me to death, and she needed to prove her worth in a violent division. She hasn't done it with the mire effort she put in against Kim.

Konrad Raab: "Break a bone in my body if my words have gotten to you. Do I want to break a bone in your body? Damn, right, I do. Everything violent-wise, I want you to do to me as I want to do to you. You're everything wrong with wrestling right now. My focus is on violence, even if it's just a regular match where I throw you around, and I get bored because throwing you around with my strength doesn't get me excited. It benefits a boring wrestler like yourself who relies on skill to win matches because you're too scared of ruining your reputation with your wife to be a violent lady. I'm angry, but when I see the sight of blood from my face or yours, I smile and become happy because being in psychical pain is ineffective to someone who's fucking deranged and someone who's a fucking bastard, not pretending to be a good guy."

I had to pause again as I was thirsty. I drank nearly all the water in the metal container as sometimes, my voice goes funny when I get angry. I feel better now and continue where I left off for the last time.

Konrad Raab: "You may have some tenancies of violence, but I'm not convinced you are ready to tackle me. I won't win until I make you bleed because that's what will make me happy, not winning a match, simple bull crap. I aim to pin you or submit you to make you tap like the pathetic bitch you are after I've made you bleed because I'm a fucking nutcase. I may very well unless Christy and/or Selena will win the match, for you to beat you with my mace and see how much damage I can do with it on my own because I don't trust anyone in this company. I'm not done with Christy either because she has another thing coming to her too. Prepare to be checkmated by The Ice Blood, cunt, because you will get it."

I finished my notes by provoking as much as possible with Deanna because I wanted her to hate me for who I am and didn't demand respect like the rest of the roster did. I force them to hate my fucking guts. I then stood up with the mace I kissed and stroked before the camera darkened.