Post by Dom Strife on Jan 30, 2021 22:45:29 GMT -5
You're just doing what you can to survive...
- Prologue -
The words haunted me.
Is that what I've been reduced to? Is that what I've become? Am I another fly in the jar, destined to eat my way into being the last fly standing?
I've become feral. Like a dog, I guess. Living off of the streets, off of scraps. Taking deals as I see them, not once questioning if this was how I am meant to act... or meant to live. I guess I could tell you that I've had no other choice. But as they say on Maury, the detector determined that was a lie. Where I'm at now is just a culmination of all of the choices that I've made to get here. Where I'm headed, that'll be my choice too, for better and for worse.
But it's the worse that frightens me. See, I'm many things, but I'm not a monster. My opponent this Chaos is. He doesn't care. In fact, he's proud of it. He's the leader of an entire group who took the words monster and animal and married them together into something scary devastating. The Monstimals are a whole group of people who don't care who they have to hurt to get what they want and care even less about the path of destruction that lies in their wake.
I'm not the best with choices. You see, I might not be good at it, but I'm starting to sense when I'm making a mistake. Practice makes perfect, you know. I've made enough mistakes to see the mistake that I'm making now. I could be a monster; I could be an animal. I think my boss would rather see that side of me anyway. I could only imagine that being a monster in this business is quite profitable.
Yet, I didn't join this business to be a monster. I joined this business to be me. Dominick Strife. Mild-mannered delivery boy by day. Kickass thrill daddy by night. I joined this business to get a little cash on the side, sure, but the more bell time I get in, the less I want to leave the ring. It's an addiction if you will, and like all good, worthwhile addictions, I expect this one to kill me too, eventually.
But we're just getting started.
No, I didn't kick Ax in the eye on purpose. I did kick Ax in the eye, though. I'm going to have to live with that. I'm going to have to live with what people think of that, too.
The Boss wants to put me up against a monster to bring out the monster in me. I totally get it.
But it doesn't take a monster to slay a monster...
- Story Time with Uncle Dom -
"Interests"
Remember when I said that I was a piece of shit long before 'last straw day'?
If you need a refresher course, I wrecked my father's brand new truck on I-695 purely by accident and also survived... purely by accident. But two broken wings didn't stop him from pushing this baby bird right out of the nest, squawking at me to fly but secretly hoping that I'd learn after I had already smacked face-first into the ground below.
Sorry, I sometimes digress into the world's worst metaphors.
Where was I?
Many people seem to think that wrecking his truck is why he kicked me out of the house. But the truth is a lot less complicated than that.
About a year before the accident had occurred, and long before the Ram was sitting in his driveway, I had made the mistake of telling him the truth of why I had lost my last best hope at getting a real job. I can still remember the disappointment in his voice, the moment after I told him that I had gotten myself fired from McDonalds. McDonalds, of all places. I can still feel the disgust in his words when he asked me if what I was saying was true and the disbelief woven into every sharp pause in-between.
For him, sending me to work at McDonalds was a litmus test of the worst kind. It was the lowest of the low, as far as the stigmata of 'entry-level opportunities' were concerned, in his eyes at least. But it was available for him to use to apparently test me.
Ever since I was legally old enough to work, my father pushed for me to get a job, learn a trade, or even better than that, do something where I could work with my mind instead of my hands and my body like he had to 'all those years.' That was the ultimate goal in his mind. He slaved for thirty-years paving the yellow brick road so that all I had to do was walk down it. All I had was to find a nice local government job or a fancy corporation like Wal-Mart and work my way up the corporate ladder to the point where I wasn't the one stacking the boxes.
His ambition was to one day see me tell someone else where the boxes are to be stacked.
Mr. Clarence was (and I assume still is) a friend of my father. I'm sure they still get along just fine. Who cares about the kid who adds an extra McNugget to the ten and twenty-piece boxes? Who cares about the kid who'll give you two dipping sauces instead of the corporate-mandated single sauce serving? Who cares that someone in this milky-way galaxy actively worked to make their tiny little spec of the tiny little speck of that tiny little spec of this infinite fucking universe a little bit more fun and enjoyable for the people that, I dunno, come and order shit and pay our fucking salaries?
I learned that day that there are, at the very least, two levels of interest in the world.
The interest that people want you to believe they have.
And the interest they actually do.
(That last one's called self-interest, by the way.)
- Dom's New Apartment -
(Off-Camera)
"I like her, Sar."
"You... what?"
It had been a few weeks since Dom had switched domiciles and had moved up in the world. The new Carnage contract allowed him to afford it. There was food in the fridge. Central heat was on full blast. The new furniture was, in contrast to the old furniture, comfortable to sit on. But other than the old truck parked out front, none of this felt like it belonged to him. And most of the time Dom enjoyed his new digs alone.
To Dom's credit, he felt a bit hollow. Isla hadn't come around as much lately. Perhaps because he had let the delivery business kind of go over the holiday break. She seemed eager to talk to him whenever he called, but he struggled to find the nerve to pick up the phone lately. When he finally did, though, he called his sister instead.
Sarah Strife was not just Dom's sister, but also the single-mother to Dom's nephew, a child whom he adored. But the main difference between Sarah and Dom was that Sarah was still welcome in their childhood home. Mom and Pop Strife wouldn't dare put their grandson on the street. For the sake of harboring no ill-will toward the child, Dom purged most of his jealousy towards his sister.
"No, seriously. I... like her like her."
"Oh really?" Sarah replied as she crossed her legs on Dom's couch. "You're telling me this because...?"
"I dunno." Dom sighed as he sat hunched over in his armchair. "It's just... awkward, I guess."
"You lost me."
"I don't know-" he fired back. "The fact that we practically grew up together? The fact that she's your best friend? The fact that she's older than me and she's basically always seen me as your annoying little brother?"
Sarah laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Well, you are annoying."
"I'm trying to be serious here," Dom said. "For once in my life, I'm actually opening up to you about a real goddamn problem, and all you wanna do is make jokes about it."
"Oh, like you haven't done the same shit to me my whole life." Sarah spat back.
"Don't lie," he replied with a finger pointed at her, "it wasn't your whole life. You were already two before I was even born."
"You see what I mean about being annoying?"
Brief silence where Dom looks visibly upset.
"Dom, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be rude." Sarah sighed. "I don't understand why you're coming to me with this of all things-"
"What if she doesn't like me?"
"Pfft, of course, she likes you."
"No, I mean likes me, likes me."
"Eh, I'm not so sure about that."
Sarah knew enough about women, and enough about her best friend to know better about Isla's motivations. If there was anyone in the world who stuck with Dom through the thick and the thin it was her, and sometimes to the point where only one true reason why made sense.
Of course, she must've had a thing for him, or at least Sarah thought so.
"Would you talk to her, please? She's your best friend. Can you find out if...?"
Sarah shook her head. "If you like her like that, then why don't you talk to her? Ask her how she feels."
"Because Sar, it's just fucking awkward, okay? With the business and all... and now this wrestling thing. We've got a good thing going finally, and if we can keep it up a bit longer, the business will have the cash it needs to really take off this time."
"You can't seriously still be going on about hauling junk right now. Don't you think that it's time that you realize spray painting your name on the side of an old rusted truck does not mean that you're the real CEO of a major corporation?"
"Hold up," Dom bit his bottom lip as he carefully picked the words. "Weren't you the one telling me a few months ago that all I needed to do to start a company was just 'get out there and do it'? And since when does this have anything to do about SDS?"
"Since running around in your fancy underwear with your other wrestling buddies started bringing you real money. Duhhh."
"It's not 'running around' with anyone."
"Says the guy who nearly kicked somebody's eye out for his new Dad."
A tense silence fell over both of them. Dom didn't realize that Sarah had been keeping up with his career. Quite frankly the realization kind of shocked him. He had assumed that nobody from his family cared.
But then again, it wasn't just him. Isla was out there, too, running distractions and doing whatever she could to help Dom get this career off of the ground, just as she helped him with the Delivery Service.
"Dom, look. For the past few weeks, you've had food on your table. You've had gas in that nasty old truck of yours. You haven't had to worry about a thing. But do you know what the best part is?"
Humoring his sister, Dom threw his arms up. "What might that be? That I'm a bad person for not wanting to struggle so goddamn always?"
"You've been putting in the effort to better yourself," she replied with a soft smile, "truly better yourself. And if you keep that up little brother, the right people are going to notice. Alright?"
"Pfft. Yeah, like they've noticed before."
Sarah shook her head.
- It Doesn't Take a Monster -
(On-Camera)
"Are you sure you still want to do this?"
Isla flashes Dom a look.
"I mean, you know what I'm up against this week," Dom continues.
"I'm dressed, aren't I?"
Dom glares down at the magnificence before him. There Isla stood Isla Burke, skin-tight leather and all, doing her best to look like the bad girl in matching fashion to Dom's bad boy look. It was who they are now, at least from a characterization perspective. Isla clearly has embraced her role as a distraction almost too well.
Strife peers up to see the camera just a few feet away and snaps back into promo-mode. He almost forgot what he was doing for a moment, but he's back in reality now. A reality where he was about to take on Lord Raab in what wasn't going to be an easy or pleasant match.
"I'll say you're dressed. God damn..."
Dom smirks as he pulls down his sunglasses to show Isla what he's looking at.
Isla smiles back and smacks him on the shoulder.
"Shut up and start talking."
Dom purses his lips.
"I'm sorry darling, come again?"
She smacks him a second time.
"Weren't you here to talk about someone else?"
"Right. Sorry love. My bad."
"Love?" Isla shakes her head. "Don't get any ideas."
"Too late," Dom replies with a smirk.
Dom turns his attention towards the camera as Isla poses with her hand on her hip.
"Lord Raab. Hey there big guy. The sun's getting real low, eh? You know, for a guy who promised to rain hellfire and brimstone against my buddy two weeks ago, you sure as hell almost delivered there, didn't you? But that's okay, Sebass is slippery like that. You see, I don't blame you at all for underestimating the Bird Man especially when you had that massive hand of yours around his scrawny little throat. I bet you really thought you were gonna hurt him, didn't you? Too bad you took your eye off the ball there for a second. Or, should I say, you took your eye off of the talons, eh?"
Dom smirks.
"So, you're not getting a shot at the Chaos championship any time soon, hmm? Been there. Done that. Got that t-shirt, unfortunately. Hey, it's all good. You'll get there someday big guy. I have faith in you. Actually, I don't, really. I have faith in what you are, right? You're an animal. You're a monster. You're an Animonster. No wait, that's not it. Whatever. You're just a guy who doesn't care who you have to go through to achieve your goals, right? What? That's not you, either?"
Dom looks over at Isla before looking back to the camera.
"Oh, right. I remember what you said two weeks ago. Nobody takes into account how you're trying to better yourself. You're still the monster, granted, but you're putting in the work to improve. Well, I've got news for you, Raaby, I see you. I feel you. Not literally, though. That came out wrong. What I really meant to say is, I completely get where you're coming from. I understand. The truth about monsters is that, nobody really wants to be a monster. Nobody really likes monsters. It's bad joojoo."
"Bad joojoo?" Isla asks.
"Just nod and go with it, darling."
"I'm not your-"
"Like I was saying oh Lord of the Wrestling Rings, once you go down that path of being a monster, you can never really come back from that. Ask me how I know and I'd love to mansplain it one day. For now, though, let's just assume I'm right. You see, I'm already afraid of what's to come in the Carnage Arena in just a few short days between you and me. I don't want to hurt you, because I don't want to hurt anyone, per se. But if you said that you wouldn't hurt me just to get back at Seb or just to get back in the Chaos title picture I wouldn't believe you. I think you'd do what it takes to find that one thing that all too many of us are clamoring for lately..."
Dom swallows hard.
"I think you're looking for validation. Like I am."
Dom points a finger at the camera lens.
"Well let me tell you something, Raab. If you're looking for validation at Chaos this week, you better keep on steppin' brother. Because I don't know you, and you don't know me, but I can tell you that there ain't nobody on this roster who feels any less validated than me. You overlooked Sebastian last show, and you know how I know that's the case? Because you overgrown fuck, you were fighting Sebastian Hawke but yet you couldn't keep my name out of your goddamn mouth. So you wanted to flap your gums a couple of weeks ago and say Seb couldn't do this and Seb couldn't do that without Dom by his side? Well, fuckface, let's hear what those flappers have to spew when you're fighting the man you were actually talking about!"
Isla turns and looks at Dom as if he's crazy for poking the monster.
"You want to remind me that wins have been tough to come by? Well no shit, Monstilock, we're all professionals here. God knows even you've been doing this long enough to realize that it's a good idea to 'git gud'. You want to tell me that I'm nothing about the Entourage by my side? CLOSE! I'm nothing without Isla by my side, but thanks for playing. No, Raab, the truth is that I'm nothing altogether, but that hasn't stopped me from actually trying to make something of myself. And the truth is that CSJ would love for me to come out there and pit my dark side against yours, monster e monster, but I'm not so sure I'm going to do that either."
"Actually what I think I'm going to do is try to last long enough inside that ring until you inevitably lose focus like you're so fond of doing so goddamn always. And the moment, the split-second moment you take your eye off of me, that's when you're gonna feel the heel of my boot knock you the hell out!"
"Because it doesn't take a monster to slay a monster. All it takes is a promise from a Natural Born Thriller, that you'll never see it coming until it's way too fucking late. So tell me, Raab, how many lights does the Carnage Arena have? Do you know off-hand? Because if not, you will. That's my promise to you, big guy."
Anger management group session week one. Las Vegas, Nevada. Wednesday 20th January. (Off-Camera)
It's the first time in their whole life that Lord Raab, apart from the German social club he attends to get new friends which he has, at least two of them. Henry Losak is there, as usual, thinking Markus would never go to the therapy. It took him an hour for Henry to force Lord Raab to go. Raab shook his head, not wanting to be here, or care for other people's problems in life, and he sighs, shaking his head. Markus wants to leave already before the anger management group therapy began. His friend and translator, Tobias Schmitz, spoke.
Tobias Schmitz: "It's going to be fine. I'm here for a reason, making you comfortable, well, of course, letting everyone understand your feelings on things."
Lord Raab: "I'm useless at interacting with other people. It just scares me, you know, especially when some fuckers look at me."
Tobias Schmitz: "It's because you're new to the group. Relax and give this a try."
Henry saw how Raab reacts, shaking everywhere, paranoid, even if he couldn't understand a word Markus and Tobias were saying. Tobias whispers in Henry's ear on everything Markus said and Henry nods, agreeing on the comments Tobias said. Suddenly, an overweight guy with glasses, messy hair and looking in their late forties came in and introduced himself after getting the class to settle down.
Overweight guy: "Thank you all for coming today. I'm Doctor Charley, the anger management therapist, and we are all here today, to discuss issues all of you may have."
Henry Losak: "Well, Tobias and I aren't. Tobias is the translator for Markus on what he says as Markus isn't good at communicating with his feelings with everyone in English. I'm here to learn and understand Markus's issues."
Doctor Charley: "Thank you, Mr Losak, we are aware of this from notes Doctor Wagner gave me. Anyway, seeing your new to the group, Markus Raab, can you tell us why your here."
Raab speaks in German for his reasons as it was more comfortable for him to discuss why he's in the group. After telling the story, Markus turns his chair away and cries, something he hides before Henry pats him on his back and Tobias addresses what Markus said.
Tobias Schmitz: "He said he's here because he doesn't understand what it's like to be human. Markus at twenty-one years old got sexually assaulted by a lady and tried to kill him. It hurt him so badly he wanted to commit suicide, but instead, he got into wrestling and wants to destroy any woman he sees because of his past. He wants to stop hating the world and wants to be human outside of the wrestling ring."
Everyone gasped something they haven't heard from a man before. It wasn't a story anyone heard in the group before. Of course, nobody could see Markus's tears because he put the mask on.
Doctor Charley: "Yes, I can see why Markus would want to run away from his problems. Markus has problems controlling his rage, and he doesn't trust anyone, is that right?"
Lord Raab: "Ja."
Doctor Charley: "We can all understand this guy for how much he's hurting and suffering from such a vicious attack that it's made him unhappy. Made him angry, and it's why he became a professional wrestler. Feeling wrestling will make him happier. It has to some effect, but has to learn that he's not a monster outside of the ring."
Markus looks lost due to him not understanding what Charley said, but Tobias translates everything to Markus, as he nods, but he speaks German on the response to the group with Tobias saying this.
Tobias Schmitz: "He said wrestling saved him from committing suicide because Markus didn't know how to deal with the situation. It was the noise from the arena that got him to watch wrestling. He craved being a monster because all the weapons he could use to someone, Markus wouldn't get arrested. It inspired him to be a monster and lost complete control. He smiles each time he hurts someone because it makes him happy, having the pleasure of making others feel the pain of what he went through."
Markus talks in German, but nobody, but Tobias could understand him and Tobias saw Markus wanting to throw a chair but signals him to sit, letting everyone see his anger.
Tobias Schmitz: "Markus said he's incapable of controlling himself and has no idea what human beings meant to feel other than anger. It makes him crazy when people laugh and mock him for the sexual assault he received, making him weak. He always dreamt of being a monster, and he feels in control, helping him remove the past. He said he gets nightmares every night of the woman who hurt him and has to let his anger out."
Doctor Charley: "Seems like Markus has to let go of what happened in the past."
Tobias Schmitz: "That's the problem, Markus said he couldn't move on from it. He didn't have any friends until Jurgen, and I came to him. Markus was indeed a lot more confident speaking to us, even opened up to us in a way, he wouldn't be able to with anyone else. Because we understood German and he spoke a lot."
There was a tattooed guy, having a bald head and wearing a New England Patriots jersey nodding his head, especially with a ton of anger issues of his own and puts in his thoughts to the discussion.
Tattooed guy: "I'm Leonard, and I can relate to Markus. Although I never been sexually assaulted, I have problems people understanding me as well. Always angry and always fear of interacting with anyone new. It scared me, but with the help, I got from my family, they gave me a lot of support to get myself out there and let go of my anger. I beat up on anyone who took the piss out of me."
Markus eventually turned around as he heard the tattooed guy, going through almost the same problems. Markus nodded, acknowledging Leonard. Markus speaks German again, and Tobias communicates back.
Tobias Schmitz: "Markus said, why don't people understand you as he said your voice is pretty clear?"
Leonard: "Because I have slurring issues where I have to repeat what I said. Many people bullied me because of it, so I brutally beat them and sent me in here. Otherwise, I would've been in prison."
Doctor Charley: "That's a useful input, Leonard. You have come a long way since you first come in here, fearing people in the course weren't going to understand you. You have plenty of support from us helping you."
Many people put in their views of their problems and what they did to combat them, which frightened many people. Markus looks unfazed on the aggression people let out. Mostly because of the aggression he uses every day of his life. As everyone managed to add their input, Doctor Charley looks back at Markus and asks a question.
Doctor Charley: "How do you control your anger, Markus when you lose it?"
Henry Losak: "He doesn't. He can't control himself when he's angry. He feels better afterwards when he does. Markus doesn't know the triggers of what sets him off. He has choked me up against the wall before when I keep telling him about his heart being at risk to calm down."
As Henry mentioned it, Markus rushes towards Henry and does just that as a susceptible subject. Knowing he was a professional wrestler, many people didn't want to mess around with Lord Raab, shook up as Tobias whispers in his ear before he stands back to let go.
Henry Losak: "See what I mean? He doesn't like being told the truth. That on top of him being angry if you say a bad word about his twin brother and his husband."
Doctor Charley: "That's something we can work on. A lot of people don't know how to control their anger. Because you have been angry throughout your entire life, you have Henry telling you rather than learning to manage it yourself."
After Tobias tells Markus in German what was said, Markus nods, but he also speaks again in German. After speaking what he said, Tobias addresses the class.
Tobias Schmitz: "He said your right doctor, he doesn't know when his anger happens and finds it difficult to express other emotions to other people cos he's never experienced anything else. It comes out of nowhere, especially when he sees women, he wants to attack them each time he sees one. Markus said he needs help and needs it fast."
Doctor Charley: "Not all women are going to be like the one you encountered Markus."
Raab speaks again in German, frustration and shaking his head, even letting out a yell. Then he calms down to talk for a bit before Tobias explains.
Tobias Schmitz: "He said he can't talk to women outside of his family. Markus doesn't know what to do or say, mostly when he's meeting his brother Konrad's new girlfriend next week. Markus doesn't know what to do or say. Markus got mad because he lost two title matches and because he's mad about running away from women he doesn't know. He's worried about hurting Konrad's girlfriend, and be pissed at Markus, losing his brother again because of his fear of them."
Spiky Red Haired dude: "I was never confident with women either, always shy and not knowing what to say too. I learned to treat them how you want to be treated, Markus. It shows that Konrad wants you to be apart of his life. He feels ready for you to meet her. Don't fear her; she wouldn't hurt you if she loves Konrad."
Doctor Charley: "Well said, Justin. We all have our fears with something. Listen to her and let her speak first. Relax and feel that her being in a relationship with your brother makes you safe. Now, who else wants to talk?
A few people talk more, and there was a point that Markus moved his chair closer to the class, mostly wanting to sit next to Leonard and Justin because of fully understanding the issues Markus had. He listens to the rest of the class, hearing their problems with their wives, their family members. Suddenly when one of them had heat with his brother, Markus for the first time whispers in Tobias's ear and then Tobias talks.
Tobias Schmitz: "Markus said he had problems with Konrad in the past as well, but when their dad passed away, the advice their mother gave to Markus and Konrad was, you have to get along because that's what loving families do because your life lasts only a short period and she didn't want to lose two family members who can't get along. Konrad forgave a massive mistake Markus made and eventually, they end up being closer than ever, even in a tag team together because of it."
Oliver, who had brother issues looks at Markus, having the same kind of problems in the past which leads Henry nodding for Markus to contribute to the discussion. Oliver nods and responds.
Oliver: "Yeah, that does make sense that your mother told the pair of you to get along because of the short amount of time you have left in the world. Are you saying you can't pick and choose family members and stick with them forever, right?"
Markus speaks again with Tobias leading to translate everything that he said.
Tobias Schmitz: "Yes because family is important to have and Markus at the time wouldn't have anyone to talk to in his life apart from his husband and Henry if it wasn't for his mother saving his life of talking to Konrad again."
Doctor Charley: "There's always a way to resolve your family issues, Oliver and I'm glad you're finally contributing to the discussion, Markus. Anyway, I think we can safely say this session is over for today. Thank you for coming, and we'll see each other, whenever you can attend in Markus's case due to wrestling and see the rest of you, same time next week."
Henry applauds the class, especially Markus, for being confident enough to speak in front of the class. Markus stands up, sighing in relief the first group therapy was over, and he stands up and says this in English to both of them after the doctor left the room.
Lord Raab: "You got any idea how to be human out of the ring? It seems like I need to learn after hearing some of these stories. I need to feel more emotions than just anger all the time?"
Tobias Schmitz: "I think you need to go on a humanity course to get you to know more feelings than just anger. I think it will help you a lot. Being more open. Jurgen and I will help you next week to get you into more sports and get you out of your headquarters."
Lord Raab: "I can't; I got to go to Florida to wrestle and meet Konrad's girlfriend. We can do it two weeks though after I wrestled against Dominic Strife. We go out clubbing and go to watch an Ice Hockey game. I want to go to my headquarters and get back to training."
Tobias Schmitz: "I understand. I see you in two weeks then."
Markus nodded as Tobias shook Markus's hand and took off to go back home. Simultaneously, it was Henry and Markus all alone, walking together and Henry could see the nerves Markus had about the meeting with Konrad's girlfriend, pouring sweat on the ground.
Henry Losak: "Remember everything, your friends and the doctor said about Konrad's girlfriend."
Lord Raab: "Yeah, I know, but the other issue is Konrad's girlfriend is a professional wrestler, so it worries me a bit with that alone."
Henry Losak: "I wouldn't worry about it because at the end of the day, Minerva is in love with Konrad. She won't do a thing to you and Konrad will make sure nothing happens with you two."
Lord Raab: "You been watching Supreme Championship Wrestling I guess then?"
Henry Losak: "Yes, that's how I know things won't go wrong. Let's get you back and train your butt off for Dominic match."
Raab nods as he walks ten minutes back with Henry in the headquarters to do the one thing he loves more than anything in the world, wrestling and getting his butt to be a better wrestler than he had to be before. It took him all week, until Wednesday to train. When he got to Baltimore, he continued to prepare the majority of the day until it's dark.
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Time to get serious. Baltimore, Maryland. Sunday 31st January. (On-Camera)
As it comes in the last few weeks, Lord Raab stands in the darkness of an alleyway. Henry and Raab found a quieter alleyway than the previous weeks they were there. As he does, Raab has a massive smirk on his face, knowing he was beginning to learn more about himself than when he's been in Carnage all those times. He lines against the wall and begins to speak.
Lord Raab: "Going from Sebastian last week to some little boy who doesn't even look like a wrestler. Please, Dominic can only wish to look like a wrestler. Sure, you won against Axton Gunn last week. Bravo, you accomplished something, but when was the last time you wrestled on Chaos? The answer is your tag matches with Sebastian which you lost with him every time."
Of course, Raab loves the cold weather and Henry once again lits a flame in the barrel bin as Raab goes closer to the fire and continues.
Lord Raab: "I get it, alright? I lost two title matches. There's no excuse at all for me to lose those matches, especially against Sebastian. I'm getting fucking pissed off about that, and it means I have to beat the holy shit out of you to show you what a pissed off, an angry monster I am. Sure, you won some matches in your time here, but at least I won a tag title. But I still need to beat the shit out of you, and I will break the rules of doing so, showing how desperate I am to win a god damn match."
Raab kicks the wall, showing his anger to come through, even if you can't see it. He grits his fist and punches the wall with the wrath of the losses he's been getting.
Lord Raab: "I bet you're pissed at me for trashing you as I did with Sebastian last week. Cry me a river because monsters like me when I face you in the ring, don't give a shit about your feelings. I don't have any friends in this business because nobody gives a shit about me. So I sure as hell won't give a damn about you either, other than beating you when you look like a construction site."
Henry had to remind Lord Raab to speak positive thoughts on the opponent, although he did a bit. He nods.
Lord Raab: "I get you're trying hard to win matches and whatever you do to win, but I need to beat you down. Maybe these solo matches aren't helping me in the slightest because I love being vicious and brutal, using you as a tool to send a message to every wrestler in Carnage that my career is far from done. I'd love to smash a god damn weapon in your head to feel better about myself with the losses I get because I'm in the mood of hurting people."
Raab goes on one knee for a while, trying not to underestimate Dominic in any way. It's hard for Raab to show some respect. He continues.
Lord Raab: "I want to win this match and certainly sense your lack of confidence in winning matches or want to win at all. Who could blame you when you're stuck in tag matches with Sebastian because you're unable to carry your weight, apart from Havoc show two weeks ago. I will leave you battered and bruised, no matter how much I need to change who I am outside the ring. Nothing in the ring will be because I don't need or want to change my being a monster in the ring. I'm angry all the time outside of it because I'm a piece of shit who can't socialise with others in wrestling and that hurts when nobody gives a shit about me, and nobody understands my opinions and how I am as a person and as a wrestler as well."
Which only caused more pain to Markus as he turns away from the camera and goes off it for a bit. It took five minutes for Markus to come back and speaks for the last time.
Lord Raab: "I want all of my losses to burn in hell. I want to go out there, treat you like an insect you are, crushing you in the ring with my brute force and powerhouse moves to the point that I focus on winning and with anger, it comes as a danger to make myself feel better. That's why I'm angry every day, Dominic. Wrestling is the only thing I can do in my life because no other sport allows me to use weapons to beat the fuck out of you or hurt you in ways I can do. Tomorrow night, I will pin you for the three count or make you tap out, hearing you scream like a little bitch you are, when your busted open, bruised and battered from the damage I'll do to you. Prepare to be Raabinated by The Masked German Monster."
Raab does an evil laugh as he stares right at the fire in the barrel, watching as if the world is burning around him as Henry decides after the evil laugh from Raab as he watches fire grow, Henry presses stop on the camera as it goes to black.
Last Edit: Mar 17, 2021 20:44:31 GMT -5 by Lord Raab
