04-13-2023, 10:38 PM
Chicago, Illinois. Wednesday 12th April (On-Camera)
I did want to go to Atlanta to do this video. Still, I had to be in Chicago because it was nearer to where I had to travel first thing in the morning to one of three places I had to go to, Stamford, Connecticut, to do NASCAR NBC Sports production day to excite the second half of the season. I had to go from there to Seattle, Washington, for obvious reasons, and then my travel day ends with Ridgeway, Virginia, for Martinsville Speedway race this weekend. So I will be a busy man travelling wise tomorrow.
That was utterly irrelevant to what I'm about to discuss, although the Seattle, Washington part was relevant to why I had to do this video. Nothing had changed, apart from me painting some fireworks on the walls in the abandoned house, as things would spark up sooner than later. But my focus right now is on my opponent as I sit in the abandoned home with nothing significant apart from fireworks paint on the walls had changed, Syren. I look closely at the camera.
Konrad Raab: "Ah, I hear all of you moaning and complaining about not getting the job done with failing to win titles like a bunch of fucking idiots you all are. Winning titles or getting the most pinfalls was never my goal. I was satisfied with my work in Kim's chaotic world match; the only thing I would've changed is beating the shit out of Kandis a lot more. But apart from that one thing, I was fucking happy about what I did in that chaotic match. The only one who achieved something more than the others who wanted to win titles and got away with nothing. So thank you, Kim, for allowing me to seek revenge on others that deserved a fucking beating."
I was smiling as I did more of what I said I would do than the others would say they'd do. It comes down to my happiness as I no longer cared about wins, losses and titles. I only realised how miserable it made me, and I love to know what Syren had to say about that.
Konrad Raab: "Bit like Syren because she's so world title-centred because she refuses to move on with her stale, non-existent wrestling career. More so, she keeps wanting to face Xander Valentine repeatedly. The truth is, Xander Valentine is a weak fucking monster as of late. He barely even causes violence anymore. The one you should fear most, Syren, is me because I've done more horrific things than Xander in the past few months. He's past his sell-by date of being violent and is a joke of a monster and an executioner."
I always thought Xander was weak anyway, especially when he had a manager controlling every motive. I poured red paint all over my body because I enjoyed the smell and the stickiness soaking into my body.
Konrad Raab: "I don't get a dumb fucking cunt like yourself who wants to win nothing but the world title all the time. Why, when you won the title, what eight times already? It's pathetic you can't seem to fucking move on from it. You can't seem to get into your fucking head that you're also past your sell-by date of being the so-called best wrestler. Nobody in this company is the best wrestler in the world. The sooner everyone gets that through their fucking heads, the better because if we were the best wrestlers in the world, we wouldn't have loss records attached to our names."
That holds, as it was delusional for anyone to claim they were the best wrestlers in the world, especially since every wrestler has lost matches. Even me, but I didn't care about them anymore, and there was something I had to say to the silly bitch.
Konrad Raab: "Now you hold the Adrenaline title. How do you feel that you, like every other wrestler, failed to achieve what you set yourself out to do? You won the Adrenaline title, but that wasn't your goal, and you failed to deliver to be the SCW Champion. Heck, you don't give a shit about the Adrenaline title. I don't either, but that's not the point. Now you got the biggest crybaby I've ever seen in a manager around here, a manager that fears me right now, Lexy I got more than a few things up my sleeve when it comes to that horrible cunt that I'll go into later who has to rely on old stars to keep herself relevant."
I always thought Lexy was the worst manager I've ever come across because she never seems to seek younger wrestlers to join her stupid Lexy's Crybabies squad, and that's what I forever call them. I smirked, licking my lips as I looked at the camera.
Konrad Raab: "Let's face the facts, Syren, the only time you've been putting any effort in is when something title related is on the line. That's the only fucking time you care because you literally don't give a shit about wrestling or wrestling in SCW otherwise. I put effort into every match, regardless of whether it's for a pointless title shot that will not cure me from being happy. I love to cause havoc on the roster. I love to beat the shit out of my enemies, which I consider to be in the middle of the list, especially you making the big mistake of siding with Lexy, who's shit at her manager job. Most of all, you are currently siding with the biggest coward on the roster, a guy who's incapable of beating the shit out of me, Ace Marshall."
I let out a big smirk, telling the truth about Syren and her stupid motives that she needs to get out of her head. I know she's the Adrenaline champion, but I don't give a fuck about that, and I refuse to face her for the title, too, because that was not my goal.
Konrad Raab: "What makes you think siding with Lexy was a good idea? The so-called best wrestlers in the world don't need managers. I don't even have a manager because I refuse to have one. I prefer to beat the shit out of weak, vulnerable wrestlers like you and Ace on my own. Lexy is only going to hold you back from advancing your career. As I said, I got plans for Lexy too. I've dreamt a lot the last few days of beating ten living shades of shit out of her, leaving her lying on a table, putting my lumber on fire and bashing the living shit out of Lexy with it, seeing her burn with blood all over her skin."
I kept dreaming about that if it only goated Ace to get my ass because I would rather him beat the fuck out of me than run from me. Especially after wearing a hoodie of my NASCAR gear, he brought it somehow since I don't have any wrestling merchandise. Still, I was happy now to damage my opponents and see them in pain as I aimed at Syren too.
Konrad Raab: "I aim to cause you even more pain than Xander ever did. You don't like pain; you said during that stupid video you did. Too fucking bad because I will inflict everything I can to smash your fucking head in. I will inflict everything to bust you open because I embrace the shit out of people busting me open. I want to be psychically hurt, I want to be blooded open, and I want that vile hatred people have for me to beat the shit out of me because I enjoy it. I enjoy being a violent maniac. I even enjoy being a pyromaniac, too, because despite what Asher said of me not being one, I'm a lone vampire."
I smiled as I loved everything I said at this point. I pour more of the red paint all over my body. Do I go too far with what I say? Maybe, but I don't care because I love the words from my vile, disgusting mouth.
Konrad Raab: "Heck, I got plans of trapping Ace Marshall inside a locked room and cause a fire of him inside so the little bitch can feel my fucking pain. So he can feel paranoid that he won't escape from me. And you want to side with crybabies and cowardly bitches like that? Typical Syren, who's just a weak little bitch herself. Oh yes, I aim to bust you open as well because I enjoy nothing more than spending all my time beating, blooding, and, most importantly, burning my opponent's bodies to pieces. I loved attacking Lexy, and I will love attacking a worthless cunt like you as well. I want to be the king of violence because I fit that definition right now."
I enjoy this new and fresher side of me more than ever before. He was a guy that was afraid of violence and fire, only turning his fears into what he loved to do best. I took my shirt off, letting everyone see the cuts, scars and burns I inflicted on myself, and I was going to do it again as I imposed a knife to cut into the skin of my stomach and I also placed a lighter on there as I laugh like a maniac.
Konrad Raab: "I feel nothing, Syren, while for someone like you would since you hate underground wrestling. You're boring and generic now, honestly. The arrogant girl, which in some cases, you fucking are and a girl who couldn't find any motivation on being on her own to side with a stupid clueless bitch. You can't and won't do shit to me, and you may win the match, but I guarantee you, I'm not going to give a fuck about it. I care about fucking you up, and I will fuck that pathetic man named Ace, who I seek revenge still for his crimes and a man who will be blooded and fucked up, eventually because he can't run for much longer to a point I'll bust him wide open and burn him into the pits of fire too."
Although there were other people I could focus on, like Adam Allocco and Kandis. Of course, after inflicting with flames for so long, I put it out from my body and felt more burns on my body as I put my shirt on.
Konrad Raab: "I am a fucking disgusting human being, I admit I am, better than pretending to be good when I'm not like others do. I have a few ideas: cowardly Ace Of Spades has to face the goody-two-shoes who's too scared to turn her back towards the fans for the most worthless titles on the planet. Like me facing Kandis, that's always been my goal to make her suffer by calling me a dead weight and a weak link. Adam Allocco, for ending the career of the best friend I ever had in the business, will turn me into ending his pathetic wrestling career in return. These people deserve revenge from me and Ace after his cowardly attack on me at the PPV, not that I cared for winning that match anyway. Everyone is an enemy, but Kandis, Ace and Adam are the highest enemies on the list right now."
But there was one thing I had on my mind that would get others involved, where I don't need a fucking trios contract to set this up.
Konrad Raab: "There is one match I got in my mind where wins, losses, and titles are non-existent. I dream of having everyone wrestle against me, a gauntlet underground wrestling style where anyone can beat the shit out of me with weapons while I do it in return. The only way the match will stop is when I collapse because of unable to fight anymore from the pain and suffering I've gone through. That's the dream Syren, that you nor anyone can deal with. I'm making sure that that match will be beautiful one day."
It would be far different from any match created here in SCW, and I loved the idea, but I had to get back to focusing on Syren.
Konrad Raab: "Point is, Syren, I have more goals I can achieve. You can go and win this match all you want. Still, I succeed way more by leaving you to bleed all over the place, leaving you to have your body suffer in pain as I watch you crawl around with pain and use my favourite tools of flames and my mace to clock you over the fucking head with and I don't care if I get disqualified, or I lose. I've never enjoyed wrestling more than I have to get all the anger out, and I'm happy. Never been happier than the new goals that motivate me and are realistic to achieve. I will fucking end you by leaving your ass out on the mat, making Ace and Lexy fear me even more. I'll see you tomorrow night in Seattle, Washington, bitch because nothing can stop this pyromaniac and this violent maniac too. Prepare to be burned and blooded by Burned in Blood."
I smiled as I had never once thought about wanting to win. I simply don't care anymore, as moaning and bitching about the losses, wins, and lack of title shots was a waste of fucking time. Sooner, these fucks realise my goal has the purpose of wrestling because it's the only sport I can satisfy my hunger and happiness to cause people pain, suffering, bleeding and burned. I turned the camera off and went about my day.
I did want to go to Atlanta to do this video. Still, I had to be in Chicago because it was nearer to where I had to travel first thing in the morning to one of three places I had to go to, Stamford, Connecticut, to do NASCAR NBC Sports production day to excite the second half of the season. I had to go from there to Seattle, Washington, for obvious reasons, and then my travel day ends with Ridgeway, Virginia, for Martinsville Speedway race this weekend. So I will be a busy man travelling wise tomorrow.
That was utterly irrelevant to what I'm about to discuss, although the Seattle, Washington part was relevant to why I had to do this video. Nothing had changed, apart from me painting some fireworks on the walls in the abandoned house, as things would spark up sooner than later. But my focus right now is on my opponent as I sit in the abandoned home with nothing significant apart from fireworks paint on the walls had changed, Syren. I look closely at the camera.
Konrad Raab: "Ah, I hear all of you moaning and complaining about not getting the job done with failing to win titles like a bunch of fucking idiots you all are. Winning titles or getting the most pinfalls was never my goal. I was satisfied with my work in Kim's chaotic world match; the only thing I would've changed is beating the shit out of Kandis a lot more. But apart from that one thing, I was fucking happy about what I did in that chaotic match. The only one who achieved something more than the others who wanted to win titles and got away with nothing. So thank you, Kim, for allowing me to seek revenge on others that deserved a fucking beating."
I was smiling as I did more of what I said I would do than the others would say they'd do. It comes down to my happiness as I no longer cared about wins, losses and titles. I only realised how miserable it made me, and I love to know what Syren had to say about that.
Konrad Raab: "Bit like Syren because she's so world title-centred because she refuses to move on with her stale, non-existent wrestling career. More so, she keeps wanting to face Xander Valentine repeatedly. The truth is, Xander Valentine is a weak fucking monster as of late. He barely even causes violence anymore. The one you should fear most, Syren, is me because I've done more horrific things than Xander in the past few months. He's past his sell-by date of being violent and is a joke of a monster and an executioner."
I always thought Xander was weak anyway, especially when he had a manager controlling every motive. I poured red paint all over my body because I enjoyed the smell and the stickiness soaking into my body.
Konrad Raab: "I don't get a dumb fucking cunt like yourself who wants to win nothing but the world title all the time. Why, when you won the title, what eight times already? It's pathetic you can't seem to fucking move on from it. You can't seem to get into your fucking head that you're also past your sell-by date of being the so-called best wrestler. Nobody in this company is the best wrestler in the world. The sooner everyone gets that through their fucking heads, the better because if we were the best wrestlers in the world, we wouldn't have loss records attached to our names."
That holds, as it was delusional for anyone to claim they were the best wrestlers in the world, especially since every wrestler has lost matches. Even me, but I didn't care about them anymore, and there was something I had to say to the silly bitch.
Konrad Raab: "Now you hold the Adrenaline title. How do you feel that you, like every other wrestler, failed to achieve what you set yourself out to do? You won the Adrenaline title, but that wasn't your goal, and you failed to deliver to be the SCW Champion. Heck, you don't give a shit about the Adrenaline title. I don't either, but that's not the point. Now you got the biggest crybaby I've ever seen in a manager around here, a manager that fears me right now, Lexy I got more than a few things up my sleeve when it comes to that horrible cunt that I'll go into later who has to rely on old stars to keep herself relevant."
I always thought Lexy was the worst manager I've ever come across because she never seems to seek younger wrestlers to join her stupid Lexy's Crybabies squad, and that's what I forever call them. I smirked, licking my lips as I looked at the camera.
Konrad Raab: "Let's face the facts, Syren, the only time you've been putting any effort in is when something title related is on the line. That's the only fucking time you care because you literally don't give a shit about wrestling or wrestling in SCW otherwise. I put effort into every match, regardless of whether it's for a pointless title shot that will not cure me from being happy. I love to cause havoc on the roster. I love to beat the shit out of my enemies, which I consider to be in the middle of the list, especially you making the big mistake of siding with Lexy, who's shit at her manager job. Most of all, you are currently siding with the biggest coward on the roster, a guy who's incapable of beating the shit out of me, Ace Marshall."
I let out a big smirk, telling the truth about Syren and her stupid motives that she needs to get out of her head. I know she's the Adrenaline champion, but I don't give a fuck about that, and I refuse to face her for the title, too, because that was not my goal.
Konrad Raab: "What makes you think siding with Lexy was a good idea? The so-called best wrestlers in the world don't need managers. I don't even have a manager because I refuse to have one. I prefer to beat the shit out of weak, vulnerable wrestlers like you and Ace on my own. Lexy is only going to hold you back from advancing your career. As I said, I got plans for Lexy too. I've dreamt a lot the last few days of beating ten living shades of shit out of her, leaving her lying on a table, putting my lumber on fire and bashing the living shit out of Lexy with it, seeing her burn with blood all over her skin."
I kept dreaming about that if it only goated Ace to get my ass because I would rather him beat the fuck out of me than run from me. Especially after wearing a hoodie of my NASCAR gear, he brought it somehow since I don't have any wrestling merchandise. Still, I was happy now to damage my opponents and see them in pain as I aimed at Syren too.
Konrad Raab: "I aim to cause you even more pain than Xander ever did. You don't like pain; you said during that stupid video you did. Too fucking bad because I will inflict everything I can to smash your fucking head in. I will inflict everything to bust you open because I embrace the shit out of people busting me open. I want to be psychically hurt, I want to be blooded open, and I want that vile hatred people have for me to beat the shit out of me because I enjoy it. I enjoy being a violent maniac. I even enjoy being a pyromaniac, too, because despite what Asher said of me not being one, I'm a lone vampire."
I smiled as I loved everything I said at this point. I pour more of the red paint all over my body. Do I go too far with what I say? Maybe, but I don't care because I love the words from my vile, disgusting mouth.
Konrad Raab: "Heck, I got plans of trapping Ace Marshall inside a locked room and cause a fire of him inside so the little bitch can feel my fucking pain. So he can feel paranoid that he won't escape from me. And you want to side with crybabies and cowardly bitches like that? Typical Syren, who's just a weak little bitch herself. Oh yes, I aim to bust you open as well because I enjoy nothing more than spending all my time beating, blooding, and, most importantly, burning my opponent's bodies to pieces. I loved attacking Lexy, and I will love attacking a worthless cunt like you as well. I want to be the king of violence because I fit that definition right now."
I enjoy this new and fresher side of me more than ever before. He was a guy that was afraid of violence and fire, only turning his fears into what he loved to do best. I took my shirt off, letting everyone see the cuts, scars and burns I inflicted on myself, and I was going to do it again as I imposed a knife to cut into the skin of my stomach and I also placed a lighter on there as I laugh like a maniac.
Konrad Raab: "I feel nothing, Syren, while for someone like you would since you hate underground wrestling. You're boring and generic now, honestly. The arrogant girl, which in some cases, you fucking are and a girl who couldn't find any motivation on being on her own to side with a stupid clueless bitch. You can't and won't do shit to me, and you may win the match, but I guarantee you, I'm not going to give a fuck about it. I care about fucking you up, and I will fuck that pathetic man named Ace, who I seek revenge still for his crimes and a man who will be blooded and fucked up, eventually because he can't run for much longer to a point I'll bust him wide open and burn him into the pits of fire too."
Although there were other people I could focus on, like Adam Allocco and Kandis. Of course, after inflicting with flames for so long, I put it out from my body and felt more burns on my body as I put my shirt on.
Konrad Raab: "I am a fucking disgusting human being, I admit I am, better than pretending to be good when I'm not like others do. I have a few ideas: cowardly Ace Of Spades has to face the goody-two-shoes who's too scared to turn her back towards the fans for the most worthless titles on the planet. Like me facing Kandis, that's always been my goal to make her suffer by calling me a dead weight and a weak link. Adam Allocco, for ending the career of the best friend I ever had in the business, will turn me into ending his pathetic wrestling career in return. These people deserve revenge from me and Ace after his cowardly attack on me at the PPV, not that I cared for winning that match anyway. Everyone is an enemy, but Kandis, Ace and Adam are the highest enemies on the list right now."
But there was one thing I had on my mind that would get others involved, where I don't need a fucking trios contract to set this up.
Konrad Raab: "There is one match I got in my mind where wins, losses, and titles are non-existent. I dream of having everyone wrestle against me, a gauntlet underground wrestling style where anyone can beat the shit out of me with weapons while I do it in return. The only way the match will stop is when I collapse because of unable to fight anymore from the pain and suffering I've gone through. That's the dream Syren, that you nor anyone can deal with. I'm making sure that that match will be beautiful one day."
It would be far different from any match created here in SCW, and I loved the idea, but I had to get back to focusing on Syren.
Konrad Raab: "Point is, Syren, I have more goals I can achieve. You can go and win this match all you want. Still, I succeed way more by leaving you to bleed all over the place, leaving you to have your body suffer in pain as I watch you crawl around with pain and use my favourite tools of flames and my mace to clock you over the fucking head with and I don't care if I get disqualified, or I lose. I've never enjoyed wrestling more than I have to get all the anger out, and I'm happy. Never been happier than the new goals that motivate me and are realistic to achieve. I will fucking end you by leaving your ass out on the mat, making Ace and Lexy fear me even more. I'll see you tomorrow night in Seattle, Washington, bitch because nothing can stop this pyromaniac and this violent maniac too. Prepare to be burned and blooded by Burned in Blood."
I smiled as I had never once thought about wanting to win. I simply don't care anymore, as moaning and bitching about the losses, wins, and lack of title shots was a waste of fucking time. Sooner, these fucks realise my goal has the purpose of wrestling because it's the only sport I can satisfy my hunger and happiness to cause people pain, suffering, bleeding and burned. I turned the camera off and went about my day.
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I love AJ Allmendinger and Louis Deletraz.