Konrad Raab vs. Ravyn Taylor

[Konrad Raab]

Lewistown, Illinois. Wednesday 10th May (Off-Camera)

Two hours before the UMP Modifieds dirt racing began, we had a driver's meeting and discussed today's events. I looked at my friend, who was why I came tonight, Justin Haley, who sent me a text to challenge me to race tonight last week, the only race I could do since I had wrestling Thursday and Xfinity practice and qualifying at Darlington on Friday. Many UMP Modified drivers I recognised from my time in Florida back in February were also here.

However, as I was working out in the gym, Brad Rogers, my team boss in NASCAR, phoned me earlier this morning, telling me he's brought me a Super Late Models car to compete in the ASA STARS National race and the Car Tour Race next Tuesday and Wednesday at North Wilkesboro Speedway. I'm on the entry list for both races. Brad already signed me up because he wants me to feel the track before the All-Star race happens there. So that would be a new experience. The news already spread on Spoon River Speedway to fans and commentators.

However, that was to be discussed again as I looked intensely at Justin Haley, wanting to beat him today. It was good because I had missed doing dirt racing and needed to get back into it. Justin came towards me and showed that same intense look, but in a friendly kind of way because he's a very laid-back kind of guy. Ironically, the circuit owners placed me and Justin next to each other, so we walked back to our UMP Modified garage cars, and he spoke.

Justin Haley: "It sucks that you can only race against me today, man."

Konrad Raab: "Yeah, part of me is gutted about that, but at least I can make up for my shit next week at the North Wilkesboro Speedway for this Super Late Models racing Brad wants me to do to get the feeling for the track and that he wanted someone to race against Sammy Smith too."

Justin Haley: "Shit, the talk is true. Wow, bro."

Konrad Raab: "I only got the phone call this morning too. Haven't seen the car in person yet as it was only announced today, but the car is beautiful from the pictures I've seen."

We were friends off the track, but not as close as I am with AJ and my teammates at Brad Rogers Racing. Still, close enough as our mechanics were working on our UMP Modifieds, although I could've brought my Late Model car if I had known the races were taking place as well, but still, I was honoured Justin challenged me to race today. But I wanted to beat him on track.

Justin Haley: "I'm glad you're here, man; it wouldn't be a challenge if you weren't here, considering other NASCAR drivers weren't interested."

Konrad Raab: "What a damn shame, especially this kind of racing needs to be promoted a lot more, and it's our job to do that."

Justin Haley: "Indeed. Just so you know, even though we're friends now, we're not when we'll race against each other. I want to beat you as much as you do with me."

Konrad Raab: "Oh, I get that for sure. I wouldn't have known about this if you didn't challenge me. This is war, and I aim to win."

Of course, a friendly war, not the Marshall Brothers killing kind, and I knew at some point Justin would bring it up, being a wrestling fan and all. Of course, I checked my mechanics along with him with his mechanics to see if they knew what they were doing with my UMP Modifieds car, and they did. So we walked away from our vehicles for a bit to let mechanics get to work, and suddenly, we sat on the table benches to talk as I rarely get to socialise with him outside of racing about wrestling.

Justin Haley: "Did you find out who attacked you at the PPV?"

Konrad Raab: "I already fucking knew it was Ace's brother, Damien. What did I expect from a coward to hire his brother to attack me because he's a gutless pussy to do the job himself. I got to face his fucking bitch tag partner, Ravyn Taylor, tomorrow night in Salt Lake City, Utah. As long as I get to beat the shit out of her, viciously and brutally, that's the only thing I care about."

Justin Haley: "Yeah, bro, sounds like a coward to hire two people to attack you. I also think Ace is afraid of you. He can't handle your violent, brutal beatings nature to me."

Konrad Raab: "I agree, but he can't hide for much longer because we will get in the ring and me beating the shit out of him, and no, I don't need to enter in some bullshit rumble to eliminate him and his dumbass brother. I can show up unannounced and eliminate them from there."

The Xfinity Series road course race at Portland was more important than the bullshit rumble. I don't care for winning a title shot anymore, those days are gone, and I enjoy much more being a fucking destructive machine, and I even enjoyed not talking, quietly getting my goals done. We stood up as the alarms sounded for the racing action to begin in fifteen minutes."

Justin Haley: "I wish you good luck, and may the best man win the race tonight. Good luck for the match against Ravyn Taylor tomorrow night too."

Konrad Raab: "Likewise for the race, bro."

We shook hands, went into our trailers to change into our overalls, and got out on the track to do hot laps before qualifying and then the race. We raced each other extremely hard on the Spoon River Raceway, and I had to learn the track. We qualified fourth and tenth, and then we ended up finishing the race with him as the winner and me in second place on the podium. After that day, the driver took my UMP Modified car back to my home, and I went on my private plane to Salt Lake City.

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Salt Lake City, Utah. Thursday 11th May. (Online via supremecw.com website)

It was two in the morning in Salt Lake City, and I wasn't in a hotel or a hired apartment home. I had no time, nor did I think there was any point in booking a room for a night when I'll be leaving here straight after the match against Ravyn Taylor to go to Darlington Raceway. So I decided to camp out in a tent in the middle of a desert where Salt Lake Pumps used to be. An abandoned place perfect for someone like me.

I preferred writing when it was dark, as I wouldn't speak about my opponents anymore; it would all be handwritten. I found some sticks in the park earlier to bring here to build a fire. My hired car was parked a few feet away from the tent, not too close. I sat by the fireplace, got my notepad, and began writing.

"Unusual setting today, I know, but things change sometimes, and as you may have noticed, I'm no longer going to talk. This is more my liking to write my opinions about an opponent and how I've been in the ring lately; I shouldn't be speaking. So here I write for the first time about my cowardly opponent, if you can call this pathetic excuse woman that has done nothing until the PPV, but at the same time, more than deserving to be beaten down to her bloody and burned mess, Ravyn Taylor. So you must think teaming up with Ace is the only way to get you relevant and on the winning track? Too bad you're facing me; that gives no fucks about winning matches, right? Oh wait, it's not because I don't even care if you want to win the match because whatever I do to you will be a success to me more than winning or losing some boring fucking match."

Sometimes I had to stop writing because I needed a break from writing; while I could cope with pain, I just needed to stop and think to myself sometimes. Especially how I feel happy being alone without anyone around to distract me. I took a drink as I managed to grab 4 large gallon metal bottles of water at my disposal.

"Getting back to my comment about you being a pathetic excuse, you are. I mean, you're exactly like Ace and Damien, who, by the way, I fucking knew it was you that attacked me at the PPV, you scamming piece of shit because that's the Ace way of doing things of giving you a contract to SupremeCW to sign and then pay you off to attack me. Of course, for you as well, Ravyn, because you all are a bunch of cowards. So afraid of being attacked that you, Damien and even that skank who, oh boy, I'd love to have sex with Lexy Chapel are protecting him. Why? Because Ace is scared? So scared he had to hire his brother, you, Syren and Lexy, to do dirty work for him because he's a man-made bitch? Why aren't I surprised?"

I smirked each time I wrote these notes on paper that would eventually be shown online, as they always are for people to read. I was starting to get warmer actually by sitting near the fireplace. Even putting the flame on my skin for a bit to feel them.

"Nobody is Ravyn because you may say Ace is unpredictable; he's actually predictable as fucking sin. He can't run for very long when I've got plans to make him beat the shit out of me. Ace cannot do that because the man's a weak fucking bitch. How many times does your pathetic man have to run away like a pussy he is to avoid getting himself hurt by the pyro and violent maniac? If I beat the holy shit out of you to the point of you bleeding like a pig, cracking your fucking head open, even ripping your arm off, your boyfriend would actually have a pair of balls and beat the holy shit out of me."

I never had any respect for Ravyn either, especially if she's somewhat a part of Lexy's Crybabies squad, incapable of developing new stars. I took many more sips of my metal bottle of water until I went to the second one. I brought a tin of red paint and poured it all over my body. Then I went back to writing again.

"I want him to take my fucking head off in our match, or it won't do him any good when you're all fucked up, and you have your fucking boyfriend to blame. But I will also bloody him and his pathetic useless brother, Damien. Damien, you've done absolutely nothing in wrestling, and you think by being Ace's bitch brother, you can attack me to get yourself relevant? You're in for a world of pain. I will inflict it on Ravyn to send you a message about making the biggest fucking mistake of your entire life."

I know I should be talking about Ravyn, but I couldn't fucking ignore not writing about Damien as well. I put the pen down and drank more water. I also poured more paint over myself and then picked the pen up aggressively as I shook and screamed angrily.

"I've already exposed the weaknesses of you and Ace only being in a team because of the tag titles. I'm not going to dwell on that because I don't give a flying fuck about the titles you held, considering they are the weakest belts you can win in wrestling. They mean nothing to anyone, but I find it ironic that you two happened to be tag champs because your man bitch lazily got the most pin-falls. So you're lucky I won't have a tag partner anytime soon to handle you fucking scummy cowards that are so afraid of me. It's good you both are, but you're the worst."

I had to stop again before realising it was going to get long. I drank more water and gathered my emotions up.

"I know I don't care about this. Still, it's rather embarrassing for someone who cares about winning that they would lose to someone I outlasted in the Adrenaline title contention, and she cared about winning the shot for the title more than I did, Cassie Wolfe. Hence why you just got lucky when Ace picked your ass because he's your lover. Makes me sick of the romantic relationships around here. You utter fools."

I always thought romantic relationships in wrestling were a joke and killing the sport because wrestlers couldn't seek other celebrities outside of wrestling to fall in love with. I spat on the ground and took a few more sips of water.

"You said it yourself your friendship with Ace along with Lexy's Crybabies squad, including your bitches of Syren, Lexy and even that stupid Alexander Crowe himself because I can't forget about him interfering in the match like a bitch also. See, that's the one weakness I do not have, and you lot do, having to be a fucking pack because you're pack of cowards cannot wrestle by yourselves. I have no backup, I have a friend, but I told her to stay the fuck out of this because I don't need help. Because it prevents me from doing something I've been prevented from doing my entire life, unleashing violence and pain on pathetic people like you, including yourself, Ravyn."

I loved writing more than speaking about my opponent. It was so thrilling, and I could stop when I wanted. It was going to be more than just writing and without me stopping. Writers don't write nonstop until they are done; they take a few breaks.

"Ravyn, I hope you're ready to enter the world of hell you're waiting for because, unlike your previous opponents, I will not be trying to win the match, nor will I go into the match and make sure you don't bleed. I have every intention of making you bleed. I have every intention of hurting and making you suffer and fucking hard as well. I'm beating the living daylights out of you to a point no matter what I do. I use the ring as a weapon and crush your fucking skull on the ring posts. Because I enjoyed hurting Syren's back and her head when I did last time, and I aim to do the same to you as well. I even want to burn The Marshall Brothers, Lexy and even you. I love to see how your bodies can handle the burns I inflict on all of you."

I knew I wrote a lot and had to stop before I couldn't write as I sighed, feeling the heat, despite it being almost three in the morning now, and I didn't care. I was enjoying this.

"You all can forget about me entering the rumble because I have no interest in winning some stupid title shot that still wouldn't make me happy if I'd won. Especially I booked my fucking place on the Rise To Greatness PPV already. I don't need to enter the match to eliminate your man bitch and your man bitch's brother from the rumble. I get in and eliminate the pair of them, and Kandis, my goal is done."

I stopped as I still had more to write down about my bitch opponent. I took more of a drink.

"I don't care what you do to win, but I will always enjoy causing Chaos and making sure you're completely fucked, especially if I put you in a medical facility where you and Ace would be forced to vacate your titles so your man bitch would have no choice, but to face me. Oh heck, put me in a handicap match against all you bitches, and I'll be happy to beat the fuck out of all of you equally. Be happy to end your fucking careers and beat you with a shovel because that's how much I want to bury this pathetic, cowardly family you have going on. Bury you and your pathetic career to the ground and then burn you all alive."

I knew I was reaching the end and needed to release my anger on paper. I breathed in and out because I was out of breath due to the anger and screaming I inflicted while writing this out. I will end this on a good note.

"Because all of you deserve to suffer my pain. You want to say you've experienced every form of pain? No, you truly fucking haven't at all when it comes to me because, by that stupid comment, I will make sure you will feel an extra dose of pain. The pain you will receive from me, Ravyn, will be far worse than Syren's. I will make sure you will be in pain for a long fucking time. If you want to hurt and make me bleed, go for it because I fucking beg to be hurt and bled. I even beg to be burned because an extra set of burns isn't going to affect me as I'm immune to psychical pain. I will fucking destroy you because I can, and I will. I don't need to win this match when I enjoy hurting you in the ring. Prepare to be hurt and burned by Burned in Blood, bitch, and it will send a direct message to your pathetic man bitch and his brother."

That was the end of writing about Ravyn as I let the fire burn before I closed the notepad, took it with me to crawl into my tent, and zipped it up to head straight off to sleep. I woke up at eight in the morning to unpack the tent to put in the bag it came with and put it in my hired car to go straight to the arena.