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Konrad Raab -versus- Sal Kulina

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Scene 1 (Apocalypse Chamber): 5/3/23

The scene opens in a press conference room, in LAS Vegas Nevada Arena’s backstage. Different journalists were seen, but one of them had the mic to talk. While on the main stage, Sal is shirtless in the white trouser. The blublocker iconic aviators, monster energy drink can, and water was on the desk on the side of Sal Kulina’s nameplate. Kulina’s face was seen on the camera. The right eye was swelled with a cut. The eye socket bone was stitched, while the blood was still dripping and Sal was using a tissue to absorb the blood into it. It was obvious to see him like that after the brutal Apocalypse Chamber but he was a bit more heartbroken than usual. All in all, he was being seen all shattered and knackered. While one of the famous journalists of the fight world, Ariel Helwani’s voice was heard from the speaker.

Ariel: Hello Sal, this is Ariel Helwani from FOX…

Sal: Come on Ariel, I know you, man. What’s up?

Ariel: Well, I am honored sir.

Sal: Umm, before you ask me something. I follow pretty much all kinds of combat sports and your work as well. You’re good.

Ariel: I appreciate that sir, maybe you could come to one of my episodes of the ‘MMA Hour’?

Sal: Sure buddy, why not? Maybe we could both be doing some rational combat sports analysis after I retire from wrestling. HAHAHA!

Ariel: (Smiles) No sir, I don’t see you retiring anytime soon. Because your performance tonight was marvelous and you just got unlucky. Do you think that you were unlucky tonight?

Sal: Nah man, I don’t believe in luck. Raab was a little better, he took his chance while I was all gassed out. But I was a little hesitant after he and I teamed up against TJ. I guess that feeling of being ‘one’ and teaming up with him… Just... Got me.

Ariel: Right right, do you think that will change you in any way?

Sal: Not really, but I think in this business… You cannot trust anybody. Do you know what I mean? It is not even about trusting someone or not but I was just a little hesitant, while I was feeling that. He got my emotional ass into a fire storm.

Ariel: I get that, thank you for answering my question and good luck ahead.

Sal: Yeah man. Gracias!

Ariel passes the mic to the other journalist.

Journalist 1: Hey Mr. Kulina

Sal just tries to find the journalist in the audience. While camera flashes were bothering his eyes a little more. But he hears him and finally his eye catches a blonde man with the mic.

Journalist 1: (Raises hand) Here I am.

Sal: Sal points his index finger towards him, gotchya!!

Journalist 1: Soo you said a lot of things before the fight. Like how you have wrestling instilled in you and you’re the best… Do you think your performance today backed up your talk?

Sal: Well, almost! Do you know? If I would’ve won, definitely it would’ve been more justified. But I don’t regret the stuff I said.

Journalist 1: Why not?

Sal: Because I showed everybody that I know the business.

Journalist 1: Well, if you knew this business, how come you trusted a guy like Conrad Raab?

Sal: Learning is a constant process; you never stop learning. I talked about my skill and I did put up a show today. Everybody saw that.

Journalist 1: I mean none is doubting that. That was a really good match, sir. Thank you.

Sal: Thank you, pal. I appreciate that.

Another journalist comes into the picture, asking another question.

Journalist 2: Hey Sal.

Sal: Oh hey, how are you doing? I have seen you around as well.

Journalist 2: Yes, I have been following the sport for a while, I have been a big fan of your father… I truly respect the work he has done and as well as your late brother. I have been a big fan of the Kulina family.

Sal: Appreciated!! What’s the question?

Journalist 2: You have finished 2nd in the chamber, which means you’re going to fight the Knight Rider for the AWS open weight championship. Will you say anything about that?

Sal: One step at a time, that’s a big match for the upcoming PPV. So, I am sure, before that I will have matches too. Definitely, we have to fight… I am always training and staying in the best shape possible. I will watch some wrestling clips of him and analyze his fighting style. I am sure, I can beat all of them. None of them are special, you will see me killing all of them. In near future.

Journalist 2: Right right, thank you.

Sal: You’re welcome.

In the third row a gentleman was seen with the mic, dressed in a formal black custom fitted suit...

Journalist 3: Hello Mr. Kulina…

Sal: Hola, what’s up?

Journalist 3: Why do you look all vanished?

Sal: I was in one of the most brutal matches in the history of pro wrestling. What do you expect? Do you expect me to be all cool about losing the match?

Journalist 3: I mean maybe you should be like that. Because you were really close and a little hesitation cost you the whole match.

Sal: Definitely!

Journalist 3: There is something more if you don’t mind me asking. Your eyes seem a little watery and being a little disappointed in such a close match may make you do bad stuff at times. Did you take a sniff of something, which might have calmed you? I mean you’re emotionally unstable as heard, maybe you took something to calm yourself down?

Sal: Fuck! No. I mean that shit is illegal and if you are a druggy, you can never survive in such a long match.

Journalist 3: But you might have done it after the match? Because you have a history of addiction to drugs.

Sal: No way, I have been clean for a long time. I don’t do any of that shit. But I do feel depressed right now and I guess that’s natural.

Journalist 3: Are you questioning the way you were raised or brought up? In anyway?

Sal: Sir, that has not nothing to do with the fight.

Journalist 3: But still, that could affect you mentally? And it is very significant to stay mentally fit if you are in the fight business.

Sal: I am all sound. Physically, emotionally and spiritually.

Journalist 3: I mean sure, but if you were raised differently and could’ve been bit more stable. That would’ve made you a different person today and that could’ve contributed to your career in a positive way.

Sal: Nah all of that is irrelevant. What is your question?

Journalist 3: How is that irrelevant? I am just asking do think that the regret should not be limited to this one match. But your overall brought up. I mean some wrestlers I know in this business, have been raised rightly. They weren’t from a wrestling background like you. But their right brought up, contributed greatly to shaping them as a wrestler.

Sal: Sure. I mean we all are different, we were born and raised in different circumstances.

Journalist 3: No but, there is more to it. I mean you being addicted to drugs and your mother being a sex worker. Isn’t that a little too much?

Sal: …

Kulina stares at the Journalist in a shockingly angry way. With that, he grabs his aviators, hits the mic on the desk, and leaves the desk. Sal gets out of the room; the scene finishes with an awkward silence in the room and the screen starts fading away.



Scene 2 (Monday Night Ward): 20/3/23

After a commercial break from the sponsor, a scene opens backstage. Where Sal was seen in his signature aviators on the titantron.

Sal: So, Konrad Raab? Hmm… Usually, I don’t talk or think about my opponents before the matches. But here the situation is different. So, I would like to say stuff to put it off of my chest. I have been feeling a little off, these days because I know I was better than all of you people in Apocalypse Chamber. But damn it, we were wrestling as a team!! To me, you’re just another greedy classless wrestler in a different attire… There’s one thing… One thing… My dad Alvey Kulina told me, back in the days when I was wrestling under him. The days when he used to train me as a teenager in our backyard ring. He always used to tell me, always look for my back in this business. Maybe if we would’ve been on neutral terms today, I would’ve listened to him. But I don’t need anybody!! Nobody shall teach me anything, but life!! Soo, Konrad you did it… Right? Congratulations. You’re going to fight for the main title, good luck with that. But before you fight for the main title, there is a big dangerous roadblock in your way… And that roadblock is standing right here. Make sure, you don’t break your joints while dealing with this roadblock. I am sure you’ve to be 100% while fighting Vinn. But like my dad said, you’ve to look for your own back in this business. I don’t have him today, to look for mine because I am self-sufficient. Are you self-sufficient Konrad? I doubt that. Tonight, Konrad… you love to bleed right? Let’s bleed!! I am going to bleed with you. But the one who is going to survive between us is going to be the one who has more (slows down a little) DNA left in his body.

After covering the promo, the camera crew brings the screen back to the wrestling ring. Where the tag team match was about to be started...


Scene 3 (Monday Night Ward): 20/3/23

After the epic battle between The Hooligans and Rene & Miss Malice, the screen pans through the entire arena and catches the commentators in the picture.

Salima: BOOM! What an epic match, I mean we have seen two biggest matches. What a fantastic start to the show.

Mateo: I mean the start has been this epic! Imagine what the rest of the show will be like.

Salima: Truly, this will be one of the best episodes for us and our wrestling fans in AWS history.

Mateo: I mean someone out of nowhere, gave a high-class wrestling performance. Against one of the biggest sharks in AWS, The AWS Pinnacle Heavyweight Champion, Vin Halsted?

Salima: Exactly!! That was shocking. If you ask me, I was still in shock. But on top of that, this tag team match... Gave me another shocker. So, I am just really overwhelmed, but I am too much excited for the rest of the show…

As soon as Salima gets done delivering the last piece of the conversation, Tupac Shakur’s California love hits the arena!!


California love!

California... knows how to party
California... knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton

We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!


The king of the world of hearts was seen on the ramp, in his usual floral set, iconic blublocker aviator, and a mic in his hand.

Mateo: Ooo, we have Sal Kulinaaa!! That’s going to be interesting.

Salima: I mean he gave a good match, but why he could be that rude to the journalist?

Mateo: Oh come on? Don’t be so cruel. I watched the whole thing on youtube, it was life and you cannot ask such personal questions!!

Salima: Personal questions? I mean that’s their job. What are you talking about? He could’ve handled that in a better way. Maybe the instability people talk about, is right about him.

Mateo: Come on, don’t be like that…


Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
The state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way


Sal walks down the ramp, and the ringside stairs and just gets into the ring by bending below the top rope. The music cuts and Kulina gets everyone’s attention as he had the mic. While holding the mic, he casually looks at the crowd and brings the mic closer to his lips. But then he takes a deep breath and opens his arm distancing his lips from the mic. All of a sudden, the crowd starts appreciating his presence, by claps and random cheers.

Matteo: He definitely gave the best performance, in the Chamber. Even the people know that. The kid just got unlucky.

Salima: Sure. I mean that’s why you could see the crowd appreciating him.

Matteo: Also, as per the schedule. Isn’t he facing Konrab Raab later tonight?

Salima: What do you mean? That match is right now. It was after the tag team match.


Sal finally was about to say something but was interrupted by Metallica’s track ‘Orion’…


Salima: OMG!! Night Rider, they are facing each other soon and the sources say they are facing each other on the upcoming PPV.

Matteo: Holy cow! I need to hear what they both say to each other.



Dealing out the agony within
charging hard and no one's gonna give in
Living on your knees, conformity
or dying on your feet for honesty
Inbred, our bodies work as one
bloody, but never cry submission
Following our instinct not a trend
go against the grain until the end


Night Rider was standing on the ramp, in his usual biker outfit with the mic in his hand. His music cuts and he stare at Sal from a long distance. The moment of silence was there only audiences mixed chants were being heard.

NR: Okay, so… You are fucked already, man. At this point, it is really easy for me to finish you up real quick. You can’t admit the fact, you got your ass whooped on the Apocalypse Chamber. Where you come from, all of it. You are just drowning in the sea of mixed emotions and nothing in your life is under control. Let’s be honest here.

SK: That’s fine, but if you want to have a man-to-man right now. Right before my match, then you better bring your AMERICAN BADASS!! TO THIS DAMN RING!!

NR: (Smirks) If that's what it takes, I will walk the aisle and cut the distance.

NR walks down the ramp and reaches the ring quickly. While the crowd cheers as soon as both the competitors stand each other face-to-face.

SK: I appreciate that. So, listen up Night, I have done something marvelous. If I wouldn’t, I would not be standing face to face, eye to eye against the AWS Elevation Open weight Champion!! Apocalypse Chamber? No no no no… I didn’t get my ass whooped. I took my ass whooping, just like every other competitor in that match did. Just like all of us do, every single day so that we can be the best in this business. For all those who are undermining my performance, your brains need some oxygen. Also, is this coming from you man? You are one of the most experienced wrestlers here. Are you sure of what you said?

NK: Damn right, it's either you lose or you win. See it is about the mindset, that’s why I have the gold around my waist and you don’t.

SK: That gold is coming soon to me, don’t worry about that. HOWEVER. Fuck winning or losing. It's always about putting on a show. I make sure I do that for these people!! I will make sure their hard-earned money does not go to waste (crowd cheers).

NK: Maybe we’re two different people Sal. Maybe, that’s why your father won championship after championship and you’ve just snorted coc after coc.

SK: (Smirks) I can't believe your judgmental asses man, you keep bringing up my past. ALL OF YOU. You will see this ex-druggy being the face of this company soon. With that, another thing is happening real soon Night. You know what? Your title reign is ending. I will make sure that these people, come out of the curse of your title reign era. So that my era begins and I give them something you could never give them.

NK: These people are useless, just like you. But don't worry about me right now. You deal with the man, who was smart enough to take his chance and pin you. Good luck against Konrad tonight. you’re gonna need it. But at Psycho Circus… If there is anything your dad the GOAT Alvey Kulina couldn’t teach you… I will (offers handshake).

The crowd goes crazy after listening to that. The sound of (OOOOOOOOO!) was being heard by them. Sal leaves the handshake hanging and goes on with his talk.

SK: Konrad is going to get dealt with. But after listening to that!! I will tell you one thing. I respect what you have done in this business, but just because I respect you… Doesn’t mean I like you. I told you it was not about winning or losing. But now!! It is a necessity to vanquish your title reign. Night Rider!! Sirr!! Champ!! May the better man win!! (Shakes hand)

Night Rider descends from the ring and stares at Sal. Kulina looks back while throwing his outfit extras in the crowd and calmly looks towards the ramp waiting for his opponent. The screen fades away and the official sponsor’s advertisement takes the tv time.


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Atlanta, Georgia. Wednesday 8th March (Off-Camera)

Before, I had to go to Dallas, Texas, for a wrestling match elsewhere and to race in Phoenix, Arizona. On Monday, I permanently brought this holiday home to get away from everyone and relax if I get stressed out or need time to myself. I loved it here, and the place was enormous, with more than enough bedrooms and bathrooms for reasons I won't get into. It was brand spanking new, and I was already relaxing with a lot of furniture already in as I had planned it all before I moved into my second home. It also was a memory when I won my first-ever race in NASCAR, and I wanted to come here to soak up the memories. 

Where I could be happy, and I was delighted, technically, with winning Apocalypse Chamber and the Xfinity Series Las Vegas race. However, there was one slight problem with what I won, mentally, because I've been out of the Heavyweight title contention for so long, I'm not there with it, which is why someone close to me phoned up a sports psychologist. Aaron and John are reasonable people and have helped me a lot, but I couldn't tell them what I felt mentally.

So I told the sports psychologist to come here instead of the NASCAR track or at my house. My holiday home was the best, especially as I was still getting used to things. There's so much more for me to do here than in Chicago which I only live there because of a wrestling company that wrestles there weekly. The house was modern with red and black tiled walls and overall very modern, which I had to get used to seeing it's two thousand and twenty-three. I already hated this society where I didn't belong.

I did have a balcony with cameras for the doorbell in case I couldn't hear the door, with a large pool and chairs to relax. I also had my room with a NASCAR complete simulator machine in case I needed to either learn new tracks like the Chicago street race coming up or work on things like the Bristol dirt race and road courses. When I was relaxing, a doorbell went off as I got up from the chairs on the balcony and walked back into the house to answer the door. It was a man I was expecting, my sports psychologist. He was in his forties, with a moustache and blond hair.

Konrad Raab: “Are you Mr Russell?”

Russell: "Yes, call me Peter."

Konrad Raab: “Come in.”

I was nervous, well I was since I won the Apocalypse Chamber and it was nice to get away from talking to Aaron and John because although they are good people, I couldn't always see them all the time and certainly when I'm a home town hero. He closed the door and was the second person to visit my holiday home beside someone close to me. He took his shoes and coat off because he respected the new house.

He came to my living room, where I had a large TV and saw how big the place was; he even saw the balcony with a pool, skateboarding park and ramps for someone close to me and even a small race track. It also came with a gym. Anyway, we sat down on large sofas, already feeling at home. I did put glasses of water earlier for Peter and for me. However, I was shaking like a leaf, not to mention I'd vomited twice already because of the nervous wreck I was in with the pressure of the title shot I got coming up. Peter saw straight away.

Peter Russell: "So we know why I came today, and I'm glad I did, looking at you. You should be happy to get a shot for the Heavyweight title. But you look like you saw a ghost, frightened of the shot you got."

Konrad Raab: "That's because I am. You have to understand that I've avoided this particular career my entire life because I always feel I need to win, which scares me. After all, if I fail, I never get the chance to go for the Heavyweight title again. I get so stressed about it, and that's the pressure. I've already vomited twice today alone. That's how much getting this shot scares the shit out of me. I don't know how to handle pressure like this."

Peter Russell: "Wow, it's more serious than I thought. You seem to have major anxiety when it comes to this. How long did you say the last time you had a heavyweight title shot?"

Konrad Raab: "Two thousand and eighteen when it comes to one-on-one situations, and I never demanded or asked for it. My best friend I had in wrestling, Alistaire Allocco, offered the shot to me. That's how rare I go for it because it scares the living hell out of me. I'd be a laughing stock, a joke for winning this shot and then lose it."

I was almost going to cry. After all, I could not handle the stress I already went through, especially since I couldn't speak because I didn't know what to feel. Peter seems to understand what I'm going through, and it was one of my bad days when I was already depressed earlier today that I won't get into it. Still, Peter wrote down in his notes what I said. It hunted me severely.

Peter Russell: "Just because you think you'll fail doesn't mean you will. I hear what you're saying. This match you got coming up, it's clear you're not ready for it. I think you've been trying too hard to avoid the situation because it's well outside your comfort zone."

Konrad Raab: "It is. I look at Vin and wonder how he got through the stress of being a Pinnacle Heavyweight champion with the high pressure to perform. Honestly, I don't even know why I said I had no choice but to be going for the belt."

Peter Russell: "It's because you believed in yourself. Honestly, you had no other goals in wrestling because you've done them. I saw that video you did for the match. I saw it right through your eyes; you wanted it. But at the same time, I also see a man crawling on his hands and knees for the help of the pressure you face. I see you holding your chest. We all need to get outside of our comfort zones. This match will do it for you."

He was right; I had already been told earlier in the week I'd been in a closed box for too long for not unveiling who I am. But at the same time, Peter was right that I had been in my comfort zone for too long to avoid getting the Heavyweight title shot. I mean, heck, I never felt confident in myself. I drank some water, as so did Peter when I was talking.

Konrad Raab: "I don't feel ready for it. Everyone says I should take the shot right now, but I don't think it's enough time until I get over the failing pressure and the stress I have for the match. I feel like I don't want to do it. I don't feel like I can perform at the highest level."

Peter Russell: "That's what I'm going to help you with, and that will include a lot of gym work, things that will get you to do things outside of your comfort zone."

Konrad Raab: "Fine, but please do not tell Aaron or John about this. I want some help because I can't handle this. When wrestlers usually win Apocalypse Chamber, they go whoo, I won a title shot, and I'm confident to go for it, but that would be a fucking lie for me. Because I'm not. Maybe wrestling against Sal Kulina might help me, but I have no motivation to go through the Pinnacle Heavyweight title match."

I had to think about this if I was to do it, but I'm hoping AWS will allow me to delay my shot for the title because I don't want to go for it right away. Not at all. Peter finished his water while I still got mine left. So at least, he understood that.

Peter Russell: "I promise I won't. I will make sure you will be ready. I agree, if you do it in the next two months, it will be too soon for you. I say within five months; you will be ready for the Pinnacle Heavyweight title in terms of mentality. I know you got to prepare for Sal Kulina, but don't treat the match like you've already beaten him, despite him using that approach already for the rumble, which cost him."

Konrad Raab: "There were things he said that pissed me off, and I'll address it to the piece of shit. However, I'm not stupid to do that, considering I've learnt from my mistakes, plus, this isn't the company for me to do that. I'm confident in beating Sal but not mentally for the Heavyweight title. I always feel sick and feel I'm in danger when I do something I'm afraid to do."

Peter Russell: "I will come to see you weekly to discuss it and even to do gym work to make you go through hell, seeing you're so unconfident. Although you are with Sal, it's not for the Heavyweight title. I will go now, I have other clients to see, but it's nice to meet you. Call me anytime you need to chat or if things change regarding your shot for the Pinnacle title, and we'll find ways to prepare you for it."

Konrad Raab: "What do I do in the meantime?"

It made Peter pause for a minute because he didn't know how much I was affected by this, and I didn't know how to think or prepare when he was not around me. Peter had the answer after thinking things through.

Peter Russell: "Write down what you feel when you think about the title match, do some yoga or meditation to help you overcome things, and you also need to visualise the title match."

Konrad Raab: "What do you mean visualise the title match?"

Peter Russell: "Because you aren't confident, you must tell people you are. I know it's not what you want to hear, but you must act like you are. There will be techniques you can do to work on that, but I will also work with you for the next five months. But please try not to panic about it and not make yourself sick if you are stressed. I will see you next week."

I shook hands with Peter. Peter stood up and went to grab his coat and his shoes to put them on before he left, leaving me to think about the comments he said about how he became a wrestler, and everything else pissed me off. Peter opened and closed the door as I lay on my sofa, relaxing, soaking in what I achieved in NASCAR in Atlanta to gather memories, before thinking about Sal Kulina on the comments he said I couldn't get over.


Atlanta, Georgia. Friday 17th March (On-Camera)

With the rain falling in Atlanta, I knew qualifying for Xfinity Series wouldn't happen. It ended up being cancelled anyway, so instead of doing a video that I do at the racing track. At the same time, I brought the holiday home; I found something I would need in case I'd have to do videos for my matches when I wanted to have time to myself, an abandoned shelter. It wasn't big, but it was perfect for what I planned to do with it. I spent the whole day building it to my liking with flames designed plank wood with flame fluid, lighter, and my mace stuck to the wall, although not what I'd use to take to matches, just replicas of them. I looked at the camera that I had to get permanently.

I always find something to do my videos in because I didn't trust any wrestler to know where I live to cause shit to my home. Of course, this was my home town, so I had the crowd behind me, but I knew I would only have a little time to do a video in Germany. I wanted to spit out facts to this fucking punk that pissed me off.

Konrad Raab: "Well, haven't you got some fucking mouth to trash all of your opponents in the match, or ones at the time that were confirmed, huh? How did that go for you again? Oh, right, you still lost. Granted, I saw your efforts in the Chamber, Sal. I saw potential in the ring, and that's no bullshit. Heck, I see you doing well against Night Rider. Before you go on about my loss to him, to be frankly honest, I made myself lose to him to move on to bigger and better things. Did he beat me? Yeah, and clean, but it benefited him more than me."

I smirked, knowing I was telling the truth as I also had my trusty tins of red paint I also always carry around with me because it's who I am and what I portrayed to be.

Konrad Raab: "But you must be bullshitting if you think anyone buys into the shit of you given pro wrestling skills for free. There is no way anyone can get into the wrestling business by being unprofessionally trained and not perfecting skills with the star potential I saw in the rumble. Because if you weren't unprofessionally trained, you wouldn't have lasted as long as you did in the rumble. Everyone was trained by someone and put in hours of skills to get where they were. But do you know why that comment pisses me off in particular? My German fans know all about this."

Prepare for me to put this fucking asshole on a blast as I placed the camera directly to my face so the prick could hear every word I was saying because I was shaking so heavily, and I got angry by most things.

Konrad Raab: "Because unlike you fucking Americans that got so many wrestling schools around you, I had a lot of fucking money, but there were no wrestling schools in Germany. I had to get into the business in the hardest and harshest way possible. I had to join a wrestling company being a backstage worker to get into professional wrestling. I had to trash a champion wrestler to get my way in the business because there's no way I could've done that back in the days when Germany wasn't known for wrestling until my twin brother, and I came to change things; you little shit."

Maybe I was too harsh, but it was the brutal truth. Germany had nothing until me, and my twin brother came along. It made me so angry that this fuck can waltz right in and act like they are so fucking good at wrestling.

Konrad Raab: "I was a cocky son of a bitch because I had to be to get the match I wanted against a top champion. Sure, I was beaten in ten minutes, but it was the only way I could get into wrestling. I had nothing but boundaries in my way to getting into a wrestling school, let alone becoming a professional wrestler. I had to win a match against another champion to get into a wrestling school, and I did. I had two fucking years to improve my wrestling skills. Do you see how that's fucking insulting and disgusting that is to me that you think you've not been trained at all in your life with all the wrestling schools around you, and you act like a fucking drop of sperm gave you skills?"

It makes me sick when I hear that little shitbag speak about how he found getting into wrestling so quickly without any trainers training him. If only he had lived in Germany back in two thousand and eleven, and of course, now, they got wrestling schools and even wrestling companies there, but there wasn't one when I started.

Konrad Raab: "Seriously, fuck you for that comment. Fuck you for thinking any professional wrestler can come to the business and walk in to win matches. Honestly, that's the only fucking problem I had with you, and it disgusted me, especially when you compared CTE to sex. How fucking stupid are you? I ended many wrestlers' careers with CTE injuries, which are not the same. I already want to give you a mother fucking concussion for saying shit like that and see how CTE is like sex because it's not. You think me retiring legends in wrestling with CTE injuries are worthless?"

God, I wanted to see the potential in this guy, but all he's done is piss me off. I poured red paint all over me. It reminded me too much when I started wrestling, but I grew from those days and learnt so much more about the business, especially about injuries.

Konrad Raab: "You have a long fucking way to understand this fucking business, pal. I wouldn't take Night Rider so lightly either because even if he did beat me clean in matches, he's a wrestler that you will have more than enough issues to tackle. He would've ripped your ass up as I have here. You legit got nothing to say that will hurt me. You're here for the entertainment side rather than the actual wrestling itself. A talented wrestler but mocks it for sex and sperm jokes. I hate guys like you. It only wants me to burn you alive. It only wants me to beat the living shit out of you until you realise how fucking stupid you were with comments like that."

I know I did have to address the match I won and the fact I was going to be wrestling in Germany, but it hadn't been necessary until now to realise what I'd done and show the punk bitch what I had to do to get where I am. I gripped my fists hard and put the camera back after being right in my face with it, even with paint dripping on me. I poured some more now.

Konrad Raab: "You see, I made you into a right shitbag for even making the kind of comments I have towards your disgusting ass. Am I proud of the opportunity for the Pinnacle Heavyweight championship? Damn, right I am, especially since I much have preferred actually to have the title on the line in Germany than facing you because I would fucking love to win the title in front of my home fans. I will be keeping an eye out on Vin in everything he does, but you also need to start studying Night Rider as well. Because of the way you're acting, you aren't going to last ten minutes with him. I will show you the world of Asylum Wrestling Society because you need some lessons or two about the huge welcome you get, despite toughing it out in the Chamber. I was better because I wanted the shot way more than your fucking ass did. Also, I didn't choose to come here; I was here by force by my psychologist to wrestle because I'm fucking crazy."

I would take a breath, and sure, I was pissed off, and I was going to end things on a note that I wanted to take him seriously, but this idiot took that chance away.

Konrad Raab: "I'm so going to batter the living shit out of you. I will make you bleed in ways you don't want me to do. I'm going to clock your fucking head with my mace, and then I'll make you burn because you'll wake up to the realisation of where the fuck you're at and how a fucking CTE feels. You are well and truly fucked, Sal. Because you will be hurting and bleeding, and I know I will with the fight you'll give me, but I will be better because I am the better wrestler."

I had one more thing to say to Vin, along with finishing things up with Sal, addressing the German fan's situation as well.

Konrad Raab: "I got my eye on you, Vin, don't worry, maybe you watch what I'll do to fucking Sal to see the hell you'll step into when I face you for that title. However, I will be a fucking blessing to the German fans when I knock this Sal punk off his feet and win because I can, and I will deal with this little shit. I also know you'll shit on the German fans, too, and I will be more than happy to knock the consequences out of you for doing so. Prepare to be burned by Burned In Blood, bitch because you will get it."

When I finished the video, I left the abandoned shelter and locked it up. I had to buy an extra load of keys and a padlock to secure the place. Once I did that, I returned to the Atlanta Motor Speedway circuit and hung around with some friends and my best friend in NASCAR.


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