[Mark Ward]

 Post all roleplays for this match, in this thread.

Good luck!

[sean jackson]

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The Art Of Fire



The scene intros inside of an abandoned house just outside of Ottawa.  While the camera pans about, it is easy to see that the wood is dried out, old and infested with termites.  The insides have been partly gutted with trash and debris cluttered all over making the place look like a wreck.  As the camera continues to pan, the echo of footsteps can be heard as a full length shadow begins to form on the wall.  Once the camera begins to pan back, a mirror comes into view and a human shape begins to materialize on it.

The Mental Rapist Sean Jackson.

Jackson:  Thanks Raab, for giving me exactly what I wanted.  Thanks for being short-sided enough to practically hand the advantage to me on a silver platter, making possible my own manifestations of evil to unleash.  You thought by introducing fire to our match, I would cower from fear and run for my life.  That I would accept failure rather than the cleansing of the flame.

Turning from the mirror, the Texas native has something gripped in his hand.  Turning the corner and heading down a narrow hallway, the Internet Champion seems a bit distracted by his own words.

Jackson:  Well to that, you couldn't have been more wrong.  For you see Raab, I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason.  Like when someone like you, openly calls out someone like me after stumbling into his one and only world championship.  Instead of changing, instead of simply letting it go, that over-inflated ego of yours convinced you to believe the lies, to believe the hype.  It convinced you of being better than you were and bingo, here we find ourselves a little more than a week away.  Where the fire will prove one of us to be a liar.

No longer walking, the Mental Rapist stands in the middle of the hall, already understanding the concept before him.  As if the title December 2 Dismember wasn't enough to satisfy the thirst for blood, scorched skin and boiling blood would definitely be the ticket.  Taking in a deep breath, his nose is filled with tiny particles of dust and mold spores.

Jackson:  And who will be that liar Raab?  You can rest assured the fire won't lie, and before it is all said and done, the flames will expose you, just as I will.  Hell, the moment you declared the stip for our match, I knew you wouldn't stand a chance.  Where a person like you talks a good game, a person like me delivers with action.  Where a person like you appears strong when weak, a person like me appears weak while strong.  I gave you just enough weakness to set the trap, and now that you have sprung it, I am ready to show you and everyone else what it takes to be a real champion here in Sin City Wrestling.

Observing an open door further down the hall and to the left, curiosity gets the better of the former world heavyweight champion.  As Sean makes his way towards the room, an evil smile begins to form.

Jackson:  The art of war is to know your enemy Raab.  If you know your enemy's limitations, as well as your own, then there would be no reason for fear.  The plan, dark and impenetrable, consists of breaking the enemy's will, causing them to crack under the intense pressure.  Do you know what happens to the human body when it is introduced to fire?

Whether Raab did or not was irrelevant, for on December 13th, a human body was going to burn, and that body was going to be Lord Raab.

Jackson:  The flames lick at it, slowly at first, getting a taste of the appetizer placed in front of it.  Then after discovering how truly hungry it is, the flames turn into ravenous wolves, gorging itself on the flesh until nothing is left.  Yes Raab, a fire will continue to dine if unchecked.  If allowed to eat with impunity, it's meal will turn to ashes just as the tens of thousands did at Hiroshima, Nagasaki, and Pompeii.  Just like you will in Ottawa.

The Internet Champion was confident, and why shouldn't he be.  After the multiple world championships, after winning the Internet Championship on his first try, securing victories over every top star on the roster, he had every reason to believe that Lord Raab would be the next victim on the list.  

Jackson:  I can hear your screams now.  The fat on your body melting, the meat cooking while your blood begins to boil.  Can you imagine that being the last sensation you feel before being taken to the local burn unit?  Can you imagine life going on after being a burn victim?  the constant skin grafts, the continuous surgeries, the looks of pity?  I ask that question because you are doomed to lose, you were doomed the moment you picked the stipulation.  The end result has already been written, it is in the history books already and nothing you do can stop it.  

Looking up at the ceiling, Sean refuses to feel any remorse for his words or for his future actions on December 13th.  Raab looked to make a name for himself at the expense of the Mental Rapist and now it was time for the Piper to be paid.

Jackson:  I have made up my mind Raab, and I'm going to punish you in front of your lover.  Because of your greed and selfishness, Samuel will be forced to watch as I burn you alive.  He will be forced to watch as I drill my knee into the back of your skull, cracking it open like a melon.  Then as you struggle to keep your mush inside, not understanding why simple motor skills aren't possible, I will force him to watch as you are burned alive, clearly showing him to be incapable of protecting you.  With every punch, every kick, every flame that licks at your flesh, I will watch with glee as Samuel's hopes sink into oblivion.

This whole scenario never had to happen.  Of course Lord Raab was a major player on the roster, of course he was somebody you couldn't let your guard down on.  But it was definitely a rookie mistake to poke the hornet's nest where Sean Jackson was concerned.  He didn't care about the health and welfare of others, he didn't care about anyone but himself, which only solidified the need to avoid the Mental Rapist at all costs.

But because Raab couldn't bring himself to do the smart thing, he now had to deal with the consequences.  Those consequences being the pain and misery of Samuel watching his lover suffer at the hands of the true monster in SCW.  As he entered the room, standing in the middle was a life sized mannequin of Lord Raab.  The discovery brings out an even bigger smile.

Jackson:  I want you to pay very close attention Samuel, because the time is ticking down and what I have to say is very important.  You claim to love Raab, and vice versa, but neither of you are willing to prove it.  If you truly enjoyed his kisses to the forehead, or the gazing into each other's eyes, you would prevent the match.  You would express your concerns, you would even beg your lover to think of your feelings, because my man...

Reaching into his pocket, the native of Dallas, Texas reaches into his pocket and takes out a small container of lighter fluid.  Drenching the mannequin in the fluid, Sean tosses the empty container on the floor and reveals that his other hand was holding a small box of matches.  As the match is struck and the flame forms, it is tossed onto the fake Lord Raab and as it goes up in flames...

Jackson:  If he doesn't, I will fry his ass and I'm not even close to kidding.  Raab's amnesty ends in Ottawa, which means that once he steps into that ring on December 13th, his vulnerability is open to exploitation by whatever means necessary.  I can knock his ass out, chain him to the ropes, and watch as the fire destroys his body.

Once the fire has fully engulfed the mannequin, the former world champion slowly backs out of the room as the flames begin to fall on the dried and rotten wood floor.  As the smoke begins to thicken inside, Sean continues to make his way down the hall and towards the front door.


Several hours earlier.



Aboard the luxury super yacht Dynasty One, the SCW Internet Champion awaited the company helicopter.  Just off the Canadian coast, in the North Atlantic Ocean, the yacht was heading towards the St. Lawrence River and ultimately Ottawa.  As he stood on the top deck, Sean knew all too well that a special meeting was taking place in one of the lower deck conference rooms where Marshall Owens was speaking to Paul Stratton, who coincidentally represented the defunct National Wrestling Alliance by video conference.

Stratton:  Marshall, we are no longer playing around with your client.  If he doesn't hand over the heavyweight championship, we will take him to court.

The video conference showed Paul Stratton sitting at his desk, business suit and tie.  As a representative for the NWA, his office was filled with expensive trinkets and paintings.  But with the company out of business, the flow of big money was slowing down and the threat of being cut with the rest of the fat, a distinct possibility.

Stratton:  Brad Batee made it clear that he won't stop until the championship is back home, where it belongs.

Marshall leaned back in his chair, amused.  He remembered the warning his client gave to Batee and the NWA, he remembered it like it was yesterday.  That press conference in Memphis, Tennessee.  The one which turned the wrestling world upside down.

Owens:  Give it a rest Paul, if you had a solid case, this would have already gone to court.  But since you understand the term breach of contract, you are once again crawling to us on hands and knees, trying to make yourselves look stronger than you are.  

Stratton:  Damn it Marshall, this isn't a game.  Your client has cost a lot of people their jobs and has caused our own doors to close in order to fight this injustice.  Just tell Sean to hand the title over and this nightmare will be over.

It was amusing to see Paul Stratton squirming in his seat.  He had a bulldog bark in a chihuahua body and there simply wasn't any teeth to the bite.  The NWA was in this predicament because it's owner was a raging alcoholic and had no business sense.  He tried to push his own people in favor of the real talent and it cost him...dearly.

Owens:  Paul, my client told Brad how he could get the championship back.  All that alcoholic had to do was put the bottle down, climb in the ring and beat him fair and square.  But because he couldn't do it, he sends you to do his job for him.  Well Paul, you can go back and tell that sniveling little bastard that he can take his demands and shove them where the sun doesn't shine.  He started this crap when he breached his contract with my client, so until a judge tells my client to return the championship, we have nothing to talk about.

Red-faced, Paul gets ready to retort but Marshall proves he is far from finished.

Owens:  Besides, it clearly reads in the NWA's own rules and regulations that championship titles are to be won and lost in the ring.  So by all means Paul, quote the name of the man who defeated my client for the NWA world heavyweight title?

Paul Stratton's mouth clamps shut.  He doesn't have an answer for that question, mainly because it has nothing to do with the issue at hand.

Stratton:  Marshall, your client hasn't been active on the roster since November of 2014.  He never gave anyone an opportunity to win the championship, so that argument is moot at best.  He walked out on the company, so technically, that championship which is to be defended every thirty days according to the rules, comes back to us.

That draws a smile from the advocate of Sean Jackson.  

Owens:  And once again, we fall back on the drunkard words of that idiot Brad Batee.  For the same day my client had his press conference in Memphis, Brad Batee from his office called upon my client to be stripped of the championship and then later suspended him.  He created a hostile working environment for my client and made it virtually impossible for him to continue making a living.  Or have you already forgotten that little incident was the second time Batee had breached his contract with my client?

Paul Stratton tried to hide the look of disappointment, but was completely incapable of doing so.  He wants to avoid any and all talks regarding the month of July 2013, the first time the NWA was guilty of breeching it's contract with Sean Jackson.

Stratton:  Look Marshall, this is getting nowhere.  By all rights, that championship belt belongs in our Hall of Fame.  It honors our legacy, our...

Owens:  Paul, that championship belt belongs right where it is.  Hell, had it not been for the under-handed tactics of Batee, my client would still be on the active roster AND still the champion anyway, so again, your argument is moot.  Your last...

Marshall gives the quote symbol with his fingers in the air.

Owens:  recognized champion Derek Parks couldn't beat my client so again, a moot argument.  But besides all that, we have binders of evidence to support our case, and have more than enough ammo to drag this out in court for decades.  So like I said before, Brad Batee can either take this to court, or he can step into an SCW ring and try to win it like a man.

Of course this isn't going to fly with Paul Stratton.  From the look on his face, the marching orders from Batee was already given AND it didn't consist of stepping into the ring with a man as dangerous as the Mental Rapist.

Stratton:  Marshall, get real.  You know Mr. Batee isn't going to step into the ring with your client.  So, that is definitely not an option.

Owens:  Then take us to court Paul, because we have nothing left to discuss.

The left hand of Marshall Owens moves forward to disconnect the video conference.  As he does so, Paul Stratton is quick in his attempt to discourage.

Stratton:  Wait Marshall...

Too late, the video screen goes silent and the voice of Paul Stratton can no longer be heard.  In pushing away from his desk, the meeting basically went as planned.  He isn't kidding himself, he knows that eventually this dispute will go to court and eventually a ruling will be handed down.  But with the money that Sean accumulated during his marriage to Pamela Duke, they had the resources to drag it out for many years to come.  However, one angle that Marshall hadn't thought of is the possibility of one day that money running out.


Moments later, in the office of Cameron Duke


Cameron Duke is seen standing in his office, looking out the window of his high-rise building over the Dallas, Texas skyline.  His attention isn't on his oil business which has netted him billions of dollars, but instead it is on his daughter Pamela who was finally back in the Northern Hemisphere.  For years he had shown intense displeasure with his daughter being married to a man like Sean Jackson, but out of love to her, he had somewhat tolerated the man.  In reality, he blamed himself for Sean being in their lives, for it was because of an outside venture into the world of professional wrestling in 2000 that made this nightmare possible.

As his cell phone rings, Cameron turns from the window and eases his hand into his pocket, retrieving it.  After briefly checking the caller ID, his eyebrows raise ever so slightly before answering.

Cameron:  What do you want Stratton?



Once again, outside of Ottawa.


With the house totally engulfed in flames, Sean stands off at a distance, watching the devastation going on at real time.  The cracking sound of burning wood echos against the backdrop of trees brings a smile to his face.  He then turns to face the camera.

Jackson:  As you can see Raab, I have no qualms with setting anything on fire, especially when it is intentional.  But I must really thank you for giving me the mission, the goal from which to complete your eradication.  Can you hear the sounds Raab, the sound that fire makes when it engulfs it's prey, it is music to my ears because it will be making those same sounds when it begins to eat you.

The Mental Rapist closes his eyes, creating a mental image of Lord Raab engulfed by fire, the screams escaping his lips, the heavenly sound echoing in his ears.

Jackson:  Sun Tzu said it perfectly Raab, and his teachings are just as accurate today as they were back then.  It is the reason I destroy you at December 2 Dismember without having to give it a second thought.  For Sun Tzu stated that the mark of a great soldier is to fight on his own terms or not fight at all.  

The Internet Champion opens his eyes, revealing them to still be cold and dark.

Jackson:  Which is the reason I forced you into this match-up.  Oh sure, you may try to convince yourself that you had a say, even getting to choose the stipulation.  But trust me Raab, as with Napoleon at Waterloo or Custer at Little Big Horn, you were drug into a war you had no chance of winning.  When I chose this fight, I gave thought towards the final cost and deemed it acceptable.  I may have thrown down ultimatum after ultimatum in an effort to force the hand of Mark Ward, but I knew that by also laying in wait, not taking the fight to you directly, you would slip up and give me the tool for victory...

The Internet Champion begins clapping while nodding his head in approval.

Jackson:  And you didn't disappoint.  By running into this like a cabbage, all head and no brains, you made this easier for me.  By running into this thinking you have the advantage, only opens the door for me because you are sitting there, thinking that I'm completely clueless to how this match will go down...

The Texas native slightly turns to look over his shoulder.

Jackson:  When it is clear I know exactly how this match works, have for years.  You chose the only match open to you, which was exactly what I knew you would do.  Again, Sun Tzu teaches that the great warrior moves his enemy, rather than allowing the enemy to move him.  I moved into this quickly, where you trudged into it slowly.  I won the moment you finally accepted the challenge, condemning your pathetic career to a slow and painful death, right here in Ottawa.

Reaching into his pocket, Sean pulls out a duplicate of Raab's mask.

Jackson:  Here you go Samuel, the only thing which will remain of your loving Raab.  You can try to understand it, you can ponder it all you want, but to do so will do nothing but drive you to madness.  My words, however illogical you may think them to be, isn't unreasonable and is definitely obtainable.  Your current love interest caused all this, so when he is sent straight to hell, as nothing more than a charred has-been, then make sure your hatred and disappointment is aimed at him and not me.

The Internet Champion looks directly into the empty eye holes of the mask.

Jackson:  You did this Raab, it is all your fault.  You thought you were doing good, you thought you were impressing your lover by jumping on the biggest dog in the yard, but too bad it was a false sense of being a man, all in order for Samuel to stroke more than just your ego.  It was selfish of you, thinking that you could ever use me as a stepping stone and live to tell your mate about it.  Had you been successful, then it would have been a great bedtime story to tell between the sheets, but because your ulterior motives were selfish, it will be doomed to fail, leaving Samuel alone to question your devices.

Gripping the mask now with both hands, it is ripped in half as the Mental Rapist allows both halves to fall to the ground.

Jackson:  And believe me, it will fail.  It will fail because the art of fire has a way of showing the truth, of exposing the weaknesses of those who dare lie to it.  

He looks down at the torn mask.

Jackson:  Just like me.


fin.

[Konrad Raab]

 



Amateur MMA Heavyweight title defence match. Chicago, Illinois. Tuesday 17th November. (Off Camera)

The fights of these Amateur MMA are getting noticed more and more every single day, even to a point where they are considering to take them to the big arenas because it's quickly getting very popular with the fans and it's not just down to the first and only masked MMA fighter in history, it's other fighters as well and of course, the only thing Raab's ever done is just going out there to fight and leave. They knew he wasn't the kind of person who'd pose pictures and doing interviews.

Although it was a different environment to fighting in a bingo hall, it was a small arena with more seats in the stands and a bit more fans attending the show, especially when Lord Raab faces his biggest test to date the MMA organisers thought it was time for Raab to overcome this challenge, a guy who was in the professional MMA ranks for a very long time who was recently bumped down to the amateur ranks because of an injury, Mark James. They are the same weight and size as each other so there wasn't any disadvantages between the two men apart from the experience factor from Mark.

So far, the fight is very competitive as the organiser predicted with the fighters and Raab hasn't been defeated since he lost the tournament and this match more than anything will give Raab the great experience of fighting someone who's been in the professional MMA ranks. Both of them are beaten really badly, bleeding coming out on the octagon mat and there's already some cuts on both of their bodies, more so with Mark who was completely covered with cuts on his face.

It was mainly a kickboxing match between the two fighters so far, using their fists and punches to aim at each other, until Raab gets Mark down with a brilliant throw to the mat as he pounds on him with his brutal, vicious shots as he then got his arm trapped, squeezing very hard as Mark tries to find a way out of the hold, but there was no way out and he didn't tap out, he actually passed out of pain as the referee called the match to be over with Raab having to be pulled from the fighter and he responded well as he stands up and stands in the middle of the octagon to wait for his opponent to get up.

As his opponent does, the coaches of Lord Raab join him along with the referee and the announcer as Raab retained his title without a single fault in the match from either one of the fighters as he was given his title belt and after he was announced the winner, he leaves the octagon and walks backstage into his locker room. Samuel McPherson and Henry Losak follow him as they sat down on the chairs that's provided in the locker room, while Raab gets changed and packs his things together and Henry having a smile on his face speaks.

Henry Losak: “That proves more to me that you are more than ready to hit the professional ranks.”

Lord Raab: “But the guy retired from professional MMA years ago.”

Henry Losak: “We know that, but you still fought with a ton of heart and that man processed anger and you should pat yourself on the back dude.”

Lord Raab: “That anger was aimed straight at Sean Jackson. I mean really, this guy has run his mouth for so long and I keep ignoring the stupid prick because he's not worth a damn. He and this Owens guy can call me out all they want, but it's making him look fucking stupid so far.”

Henry shook his head, seeing Raab almost like showing refusal to fight Sean Jackson for some reason and Henry knew Raab was better than that and while Raab puts on his shirt, Henry speaks as Samuel grants at the .

Henry Losak: “You do realise that you're acting like a coward to turn down a match against him. He's called you it the last few weeks along with Owen's because you haven't responded. I suggest you take the match dude. Just prove to him that his title reign is a joke and prove him that you can beat him once again.”

Lord Raab: “Yeah, I'll think about it. The only reason why he's calling me out is all because I said he wouldn't get another Heavyweight title shot when I was champion since he's been handed title shots without earning them correctly. All because of that fucking reason, not even the win I got over him means anything. Fuck the internet title because that piece of crap doesn't mean shit to me. If he wants to challenge me, I'll select a match of my own, a style where his hatred for me belongs. Me and Samuel wanted to face Guns For Hire for the tag titles, but yet again, it's put on hold, even when we won that tag team match. It's bullshit like what has The Bodies team done to get those title shots?”

Henry Losak: “Yeah, it is a stupid reason why to give you revenge along with siding with Drake Green over for that reason as well. He really isn't proving to be a Mental Rapist at all, especially getting Owens to address shit for him. I agree that you and Samuel should've got the tag title shots before those bodies team, especially that tag win you got over them. Ridiculous. Come on, lets get to our apartment homes and get some sleep.”

Henry waited outside of the locker room as Samuel went to hug Raab to calm him down a little bit since they are getting married in a month's time and they were getting closer as a couple they are and they give themselves a snog that they haven't done in a long time and Raab places the Amateur MMA title in the bag and zips it up before he and Samuel leave the locker room together and walk straight out of the arena to head on to the hired apartment Henry hired for both Samuel and Raab to stay in.

As Henry goes on back to his hotel room, Samuel and Raab enter in their hired apartment and closed the doors behind them as they sat down together, looking at each other and Raab thinks about the not enough time they've had together as he addresses it to Samuel.

Lord Raab: “Sam, I realised that we haven't really had any us time together outside of wrestling that is. I mean we are getting married next month and yet, we haven't really gone through to buy suits or even the speech I have to do for you. We need to get things in order before our big day. That is all my fault and I'm sorry for that.”

Raab looks distraught on putting his relationship with Samuel to a standstill because of being so busy lately and Samuel decides to have his arm around Raab and rubs him on the back and kisses his cheek. He had his hand down his trousers and plays with himself and Raab sits up and sees what Samuel is doing and it reminded him of something as he speaks.

Lord Raab: “Yeah, I know what you are doing there and yeah, we haven't even made love for many months and since we got the time to do that today, we can and we are gonna make this good.”

Samuel took his hand out of his trousers and both Raab and Samuel stand up from the sofa and they go into the bedroom with the doors closed as you have no idea what they are doing from outside of the door and then at five am in the morning, it went completely silent as you hear both men snoring in bed together.

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Inferno match practice. Las Vegas, Nevada. Wednesday 2nd December.

There's a time and a place where people go in a gym to train, but some people didn't need to go in a gym and pay for membership fees because some have their own gym facilities at home, but who had a gym facility that has not only gym equipment, but also a wrestling ring and an octagon inside and lately, Raab's spending far too much time in the octagon to fight, but now he's getting back into the wrestling ring for the first time since the tag match against Guns For Hire. There's flames coming out the side of the ring as Raab already loves the environment he's in with lots of fire surrounding him and his opponent.

The guy that Raab's training with had special cream to place on his body to prevent him from burning badly while Raab goes at it alone without any sort of equipment because he's used to feeling burns and pains from what he's gone through in the past. Samuel was also in the gym training with his stamina, but the most important thing is the inferno flames all over the ring and Raab beats the living hell out of the guy with no fight left in him as he piledrives Franklin right on the mat. Franklin is afraid of the flames around him, but nobody else offered to fight Raab in this situation.

He does a multiple of German suplexes to the guy, leaving him barely any room to breathe to be able to defend himself because he's that afraid and Raab smirks at the guy, even laughing at him as it reminded him of someone that's close to him.

Lord Raab: “Stop being like my pathetic brother and have some fight for god's sake.”

Franklin refuses to fight and there's noway out of the match other than being thrown out and he manages to punch and kick Raab Martial Arts style since he's both a wrestling and an MMA trainer and Raab applauds him for attempting to attack him, but it was no use as Raab does his The Killerpin on Franklin and then he does The Killerbuster before he has no problems lifting Franklin up who's shaking like anything and then places him down on the flames as he runs around like crazy as since it was raining outside, he ran out there and rolled around in a puddle to cool himself off.

Raab held his hands up as the winner of the practice match as he waited for Henry to come in and turn the flames off. He takes a seat in the ring and does a few press ups in the ring as he closes his eyes while he's doing them, embracing the fire he feels on his body, even if they are nowhere near him and Franklin comes back to ringside with a few burns on his body just from the fire itself. A few minutes later, Henry steps into the gym to see how they are doing, only he saw Raab being left in the ring as Henry knew he had finished wrestling and turned the flames off with the wire and sees Franklin being burned from the flames as it meant that Raab could get out of the ring and walk over to Henry as he speaks as they sit down to have a drink.

Lord Raab: “Is there any reason why I have to fucking fight Sean Jackson?”

Henry Losak: “It's because of what I said to you a few days ago on him calling you out for a match over something stupid about you saying he wouldn't get another Heavyweight title shot when you was champion.”

Lord Raab: “No, I get that part, I meant why the fuck is his fucking title on the line? I mean come on, do I look like someone who goes on the fucking internet? Do I look like someone who has an twitter account and talk so much shit behind people's backs?”

Henry Losak: “Admittedly yes, it is a stupid title that makes no sense, but you did say the matches on the internet are streamed online and that's what the title signifies actually which you are right in that aspect of things. You got to realise at times, we all get things we don't want and have to work through it. You don't even realise that in you're case, it's a lot more than winning that Internet title.”

Raab looked at him with a very strict stern look at his face, knowing all of this already, but he didn't know the facts of his SCW career already taking to a very quick shine and of course Raab doesn't look at that fact and he asks Henry after drinking his urine and blood in the bottle.

Lord Raab: “Yes, of course the match means a lot more than that worthless title. I'm not stupid Henry, but I have no fucking idea what point you're getting at.”

Henry Losak: “I know you wanted a non title match against Sean, but do you really know why you was given the shot for the title? It's because within a year of being in SCW, if you win the title, you'd only be a step closer away to being a Grand slam champion in SCW.”

Before Raab could speak, Henry holds his hand up to Raab's face and speaks.

Henry Losak: “That's what you have to realise. Nobody would achieve winning three titles this quickly in their career, not even Sean Jackson. I know you aren't fond of things being handed to you as you'd rather earn them, but this is something special and you just have to care about the title, whether you want to win the SCW Internet title or not. Now, does that explain enough detail?”

Lord Raab: “Oh, so that's their plan to get me to be one of the few people asides from Kain to hold all the singles titles? OK, that gives me a reason to care now. Sean is such a shit champion, honest to god because he barely defends the belt like he has no pride on defending the belt. He has no pride on even wanting to fight. All he does is calling me out and I wanted to get in his head by not responding.”

Henry Losak: “That wasn't a bad idea to do that actually because it only got him more mad than he ever did before. He was calling you out, something a challenger should've done, but nobody had the balls to stand up to Sean Jackson.”

Raab laughed as he thought Sean Jackson was someone that nobody was afraid of in the ring and he takes a few moments to laugh really hard and loud to even think people are scared of Sean Jackson and he speaks.

Lord Raab: “All these people who are scared of Jackson are pathetic. The guy is nothing to be afraid of, considering he tries to twist people's minds, only it didn't even work with me and it was only when he was being an annoying fucking pest that I had to respond to him, like I'd ever turn down a challenge towards someone. If anything, he and his manager are showing more fear than I have towards him. He's gonna be so fucked up when I'm done with him Henry, he's not gonna realise what a mistake he made by calling me out for a match. He'll be in a whole world of hurt and pain.”

Henry Losak: “Oh yeah and he doesn't realise that it's coming sooner rather than later. I think you both need to rest and spend time together as I know you both haven't and it's a real shame because you two really do love each other and it's about time you need to spend time with Samuel. You just need to just for rest of tonight then we get back to doing training throughout the week.”

Henry rushes over to Samuel and taps him on the shoulder and he speaks.

Henry Losak: “I think we can stop there for today. Good job, now you and Raab are gonna spend time together tonight and make yourselves comfortable to rest up and I'll see you boys tomorrow for training.”

Samuel McPherson: “Yaarrp.”

Samuel turns off the treadmill machine and he walks over to Raab who looks a little down, more that he was causing to neglect his relationship with Samuel since they haven't spent much time together at all, except the time they were in Chicago, Illinois as Henry leaves the gym to go and get some office work done, while Samuel and Raab are alone in the gym and they walk out of the gym and close the door behind them as they open their apartment door and they close it which is the last you see of Samuel and Raab together.

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Beating a punk ass coward ustream.com shoot.

“You know, it's been a while I've had to laugh so hard on how pathetic this Internet champion is trying to challenge me for a match. It's sad that I eventually got in his head, proving to the world that he's not the rapist he claims to be. I'm sorry, but I will never ever respect that cunt and yes, he's beaten Drake Green before, but the fact is only because Drake wasn't one hundred percent which in my mind is fucking pathetic. Sean Jackson, you are nothing more than a worthless piece of shit wrestler and yeah you are the internet champion, but come on, who brags winning that stupid belt and I didn't even want the damn thing.

I wanted to face you without the title on the line because of the lack of interest I have in winning the Internet title, but Henry told me a fact of the reason why somehow I've been placed in this match which I'll explain about later on. You moan and cry about me failing, but you couldn't fucking beat Kain for the Heavyweight title. In fact, you're title reign was cut short as well so yeah, that's when I knew at that point that you're win against Drake Green wasn't an real fucking win you delusional prick.

You haven't tried to torture Samuel or Goth to get in my fucking head have you? I've beaten you at you're own game and plus Mr Owen's, I only attend SCW Climax Control if I have a wrestling match because I don't make appearances if I'm not scheduled to wrestle. That would make me an attention seeker which Sean Jackson is. In fact, I'm pissed off I haven't been placed in more matches since I lost the title and I don't care to shit about Mark Ward. No I don't socialise or even chat with him.

Funny thing is you and Owen's have been calling me a coward just for not responding, but I do wrestle in other promotions and I fight in Amateur MMA company as well, yet you end up calling me out when I'm not even there? That's being a coward and you of all people don't deserve to be champion if you weren't willing to defend the title against Kris just because you wanted me. I never ran away from any fight Sean, it's simply because I was focused on getting me and Samuel a shot of the tag titles, titles I actually wanted to go for and win, not you're plastic trophy. There's a reason why I requested an Inferno match and it's because there's anger heat we have for each other which fits perfectly. I done the video to accept the match just so you'd shut the fuck up, even if you are a waste of fucking time when actually the guy you won the belt from should be in this position, not me.

Listen you two delusional fucks, I never asked or demanded to face Drake Green or even for the Heavyweight title which is something Sean always does all the time, especially that cheap win over Gabriel with cashing in the contract to win a title. How easy it is to cash the briefcase in after Gabriel defended his title, only to win when Gabriel wasn't one hundred percent? That's the problem Sean is you beat people when they are weak. That's not being a monster or a rapist, it just means you can't beat people when they don't have a single injury to them.

I've beaten everyone I faced for their titles first time around every time, something you've never achieved when you received a Roulette title match and I didn't ask or demand title shots unlike a fucking bitch like yourself. I earned them and I defeated Kain in a non title match in order to earn the Heavyweight title shot. A win is a win regardless if Synn came out to interrupt the match with us, Samuel wouldn't dare to help me win and he knows he'd get the shit kicked out of him because I can win matches on my own as it's proven before so get that rubbish out of you're delusional head. Winning the same title twice is not an accomplishment compared to winning two different titles under a year of being here and already within a year, I could win another one.

Ich wollte werden Sie rufen für ein Spiel, aber es scheint, als wäre ich ein Champion und Sie ein Anwärter für mich sind, aber ich kann sie für Sie nicht rufen nicht die Schuld, erwägen Leute irgendwie Angst vor dir , aber Sie werden nichts zu befürchten. Sie sind Mental Rapist Name ist eine verdammte Witz. Das ist lediglich nur eine Spielerei und die noch umhergeht, behauptet, dass? Wie sieht es mit Ziehen in den Arsch bis zum Ring, um die Scheiße aus ihnen zu schlagen, bis sie das Spiel gegen Sie kämpfen zu akzeptieren?

Das ist, was Sie tun, um die Menschen, um eine Übereinstimmung mit Ihnen zu akzeptieren, nicht tun, Anfahrten und beschimpfte mich unter der verdammte Sonne, wenn ich nicht da bin. Sehen Sie, ich bin nicht die Mühe gemacht, wenn ich gewinne das Internet Titel, weil dieses Spiel ist mehr als die Titel, Es geht um den Hass und den Grund, warum Sie mich in erster Linie wollte, ist, weil ich sagte, Sie waren nicht immer mehr Schwergewicht Titel Schüsse, und ich sagte, dass nicht, weil ich Angst vor dir, das ist, was dicke Leute denken, es ist, weil du es nicht verdient haben und weil Sie übergeben worden ist Schwergewichts-Titel Schüsse das ganze Jahr über und für die Sie über das Gewinnen prahlen der Mann des Jahres und Wrestler of the Year Awards?

Das ist nur, weil der Kämpfe Sie durch mit vielen Menschen waren, nicht wegen der du bist Scheiße Leistungen in der Gesellschaft, die nicht, weil du so groß eines Ringers, aber wegen der du bist Schlachten, die du Mehrheit verlieren die Zeit. Ich kann mich nicht ficken Warteherunter du verdammt bist Mund, weil Sie eine Scheiße Fleck SCW und der nervigste Wrestler zu diesem Kader sind. Ich Stadion eingefordert, zu beweisen, dass ich kann in jeder Art von Spiel Situation in der Welt des Feuers zu gewinnen. Ich werde nicht Creme bekommen alle über mich, weil ich in gehen und leiden Verbrennungen, weil ich mich in Brand viele Male zuvor in meiner Karriere gelegt.

Lustiger Ich habe nicht ein Inferno Match während meiner Wrestling-Karriere. Gehen Sie nach rechts weiter und Riss meinen Schädel geöffnet, weil es nichts für mich zu tun. Ich liebe es, Schmerz zu empfinden, weil es ist, was ich lebe und Hölle, können Sie an dieser Narbe am Hals als ein großes Vergnügen, jemand sucht an anderer Stelle zum ersten Mal gezwungen, mich im Krankenhaus. Niemand sonst hat das getan, und ich glaube nicht, jemals, jemals wieder in einem eingegeben werden soll. Ja, Sie gewann gegen Despayre, aber wieder, die ihn nicht in einem Spiel abgesehen von Kris geschlagen hat? Yep genau nichts beeindruckende überhaupt.

>>>>>>Subtitle captions on ustream.com>>>>>> I'm meant to be calling you out for a match, but it seems like I'm a champion and you are a contender to me, but I can't blame them for not calling you out, considering people are somehow afraid of you, but you are nothing to fear. You're Mental Rapist name is a complete fucking joke . That's purely just a gimmick and who even goes around claiming that? What about dragging their ass down to ring to beat the shit out of them until they accept the match to wrestle against you?

That's what you do to get people to accept a match with you, not doing call outs and calling me names under the fucking sun when I'm not there. See, I'm not bothered if I win the Internet title because this match is more than the title, It's about the hatred and the reason why you wanted me in the first place is all because I said you weren't getting any more Heavyweight title shots and I said that not because I'm afraid of you, that's what thick people think, it's because you haven't earned it and because you've been handed Heavyweight title shots all year round and as for you to brag about winning the man of the year and Wrestler Of The Year awards?

That's only because of the battles you've been through with many people, not because of you're shit achievements in the company, not because you're that great of a wrestler, but because of you're battles which you lose majority of the time. I can't fucking wait to shut you're fucking mouth up because you are a shit stain to SCW and the most annoying wrestler on this roster. I requested this match to prove that I can win in any type of match situation inside the world of fire. I won't get cream all over me because I will go in and suffer burns because I've placed myself in fire many times before in my career.

Funny I haven't had an inferno match throughout my wrestling career. Go right ahead and crack my skull open because it won't do anything to me. I love feeling pain because it's what I live for and hell, you can look at this scar on my throat as a great pleasure of someone elsewhere for the first  time forced me in hospital. Nobody else has done that and I don't ever want to enter in one ever again. Yeah you won against Despayre, but again who hasn't beaten him in a match apart from Kris? Yep exactly nothing impressive at all.

There's absolutely nothing you can do when it comes to torturing Samuel and Goth  because they can defend for themselves, but they'll be something I can do with that stupid bitch wife you have if I wanted to, but nope, I don't lower myself to that level when I can beat the living shit out of you before burning you're body to pieces. You will suffer from a lot of burns which you've never witnessed before which takes a man to withstand burns being permanent on their bodies. This hatred is for real and sad thing is there's not enough hatred for people any more because people want to be bitches to give out respect.

I don't give out respect unless they've earned it and you haven't earned a damn thing, especially you're the biggest pretender of a monster there is. I don't need to beat people who aren't in wrestling to get my point across of being a monster, beat the shit out of real wrestlers that makes them a monster, not pussy ass monsters who beat on the weak because you can't compete with real wrestlers on you're level to play with. I'm the real fucking monster here and you've had more losses than me since I've been here. The only current members of the SCW roster I've lost to are Andrew Watts, Goth and Drake Green. Everyone else I've had in front of me, beaten them, some of them more than once and you've not even faced Goth or Andrew yet.

Nobody is impressed with you're achievements and most of all, nobody takes you seriously as a monster because you aren't one. If you was, you'd be winning matches more often than you currently do. I did say earlier on that Henry gave me a reason to be interested or I should be in his eyes because I could be the quickest wrestler ever to hold three titles in a year I've been here, being one step closer away of being a Grand Slam Champion, something you are far away from.

So yes Sean, I've won the Roulette title and the Heavyweight title and I only have that belt and the tag titles to win to achieve doing so. I'd preferred to go for the tag titles and win with Samuel over that tin belt you hold, but it is what it is and if I win, the internet name along with the design will be changed because I'm not a hypocrite to claim myself as the internet guy. I'm far from it and if that's the passion and thrive I get from what Henry said, so be it. I thrive off being fucking violent and smashing you're fucking thick head on the turnbuckle non fucking stop along with bringing a steel chair to the ring and smashing you the fuck out of it until you're brain scramble like eggs.

Bring on the blood and the brutality of this fight Sean because you won't even fucking last when you step toe to toe with this Masked German Monster and I'll prove to the world that my win over you was not a fluke and making you a cripple man who won't be fucking walking where I'd place you're weak body in flames, hell I'd even attempt to burn you're fucking tongue and mouth so you'd not be able to speak for months. I'm leaving things here for now until next week that is and I expect you to speak on the things I've said about you and you're nickname being a fake.”

[Christian Underwood]

 Everything posted now counts towards the second RP period.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 12/11/2015
England: 04:59am Saturday 12/12/2015

[sean jackson]

 The Internet Champion couldn't help but smile.  He heard Lord Raab trying his best to link the world of Mixed Martial Arts with professional wrestling, to make the comparison of being undefeated in a world of amateurs, like it would give him instant credibility in the world where Sean Jackson lived.  Sure Raab could claim an unbeaten streak, he could claim all the success in the world in this amateur version of Mixed Martial Arts, but it was nothing different from what the Mental Rapist could do.  If he wanted, the Dallas native could enter the octagon and beat up some amateurs and injured has-beens too, but that isn't how he became one of the best in the world.  He became that by creating havoc in the lives of everyone, causing the slack-jawed fans to spend their hard-earned cash every week, hoping someone would shut him up.  Yes friends, THAT is what separated Sean Jackson from Lord Raab.

As one of the most hated men on the planet, the Mental Rapist thought of ways to push the envelope.  The Dallas native could destroy another fan, but that would be a repeat of Justin Halliwell.  Sean could target a superstar's daughter but that would be a repeat of Simon Jones.  He could team with anyone on the planet to prevent Lord Raab and Samuel from winning the world tag team titles, but why would anyone care?  It wasn't that long ago when Sean teamed with Drexel Matheson and ended the five-year winning streak of Gabriel and Despayre, better known as Sinful Obsession.  So preventing two nobodies from winning the world tag titles would be fun, but not needed.  However, there would be that fun factor and as everyone knows, Sean Jackson does have a sense of humor, albeit a sick one, but a sense of humor none the less.  The Dallas native had mowed his way thru the roster like a knife thru butter en route to three world championships and a Man of the Year award, so the tag titles could be viewed as icing on the cake.

In Raab's defense, it was advertised as amateur, which meant he fought against college kids who couldn't go professional, and the not so talented semi-pro hacks who kept living the dream.  But in defense of Sean Jackson, that was the same reason he didn't entertain that realm of the sport.  There was no challenge, nothing but a watering down product with people wishing they possessed talent.  So of course Raab experienced success in a place where Pee Wee Herman would be God.  

But if he ever decided to go that route, he would be an instant success because after all, if Raab could go undefeated, then the three-time former world champion of Sin City Wrestling and SCW Wrestler of the Year would be an MMA World Champion.  Take Mark James, a sorry excuse of competitor who hobbled in a very forgettable match with Raab in Chicago.  The man was injured, demoted to amateur status and getting paid to job out to the likes of Lord Raab.  A powder puff move that boxing promoter Don King would be envious of.  

Now before anyone gets any ideas, Sean didn't bother wasting money on the snoozefest because it should have been free.  However, the Internet Champion did send someone else in for the job to discover what Raab brought to the *cough, cough* sport.

He wasn't impressed.  

In fact, after falling asleep several times, it was discovered that Raab brought nothing to the sport.  No skills, no moves, nothing.  He was worse than watching paint dry, it was worse than sitting through a Raab and Samuel promo.  He was worse than two retards playing chess, and while the Dallas native contemplated the comparison to the sport of curling, he didn't want to insult the true athletes, those curlers who would have destroyed Mark James as well.  Watching that bout with Mark James and Lord Raab was worse than a couple of thirteen year old kids popping zits, or worse yet, Samuel participating in a spelling bee.  It was painful to watch, sitting through that God awful match wishing to stab out your eyes and cut off your ears, never to see or hear of it ever again.


Aboard Dynasty one
Anchored on the St. Lawrence River


Here we are, once again aboard the luxury super yacht owned and operated by Sean Jackson and his wife Pamela Duke-Jackson.  The moon is full, stars littering the sky as the Internet Champion is standing on the top deck, looking towards the city lights of Ottawa.  The Mental Rapist once again has that grin on his face as he turns to the camera.

Jackson:  "Henry, Henry, Henry.  Raab beats a cripple in an amateur bout and you really think he's ready for the big time? Why don't you quit lying to the goof and for once, tell him the truth.  Because of your constant lies, Raab thinks he can be this Mixed Martial Artist, that has what it takes to step inside the cage and become champion.  How fun it will be, stepping in the ring at December 2 Dismember and dashing those dreams."

The Mental Rapist shakes his head, in total disbelief that the so-called German monster thinks he can make it in that world, when he won't be able to survive in Ottawa.

Jackson:  "Maybe after I destroy the idiot in Ottawa, I will step into the cage myself and show that joke how it is really done.  To show him what heart truly looks like, without having my ego pampered twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.  Oh and by the way Henry, if THAT was what Raab considered anger, then maybe he should go back to promo school because that scared no one.  I saw more fight out of Justin Halliwell and Kris Halc than I could have EVER seen out of Raab.  Matter of fact, I saw more fight out of the bombshells than out of Raab, and that is saying something."

Oh, he enjoyed that last one.  In the Mental Rapist's mind, Raab wished he could be as successful as the women in SCW.

Jackson:  "But I do give Raab credit for one thing, he was smart enough to avoid me for as long as he did.  It was smart of him to be a coward, because at least as a coward, he lived to fight another day.  But the moment he steps foot in that ring against me, he becomes another statistic who listened to a moron that didn't have his best interest at heart.  But then again, he does play hide the vienna sausage with a one word vocabulary book, so you do the math.  But let me ask you this Henry.  You told Raab to accept the match to prove my title reign was a joke, but what happens when he loses?  what does my title reign become then?"

Ah yes, there's that million dollar smile accompanying the shoulder shrug.

Jackson:  "All the talk about me being a joke, and all those title matches I didn't deserve.  Does that change the moment I take little Raab to the woodshed and beat him senseless?  Does that mean you come out on Monday with confirmation to the world that I was right about him?  Does that mean you stand in front of the camera and confesses that he was exactly what I claimed him to be?  a fake, a fraud who benefitted from being fed other frauds to look better than he was, all to boost his fragile ego.  You know, Raab has run his mouth about the tag titles, maybe after whipping his ass this Sunday night, I will find a tag team partner so I could spoil that plan as well."

Never lacking in confidence, Sean could back up his claims with end of the year awards of being the 2015 SCW Man Of The Year and the 2015 SCW Male Wrestler Of The Year.  The Mental Rapist could make the argument for being a first ballot Hall of Famer just from the last two years.

Jackson:  "Or I can just make sure he never gets up in Ottawa and not worry about chasing those tag titles.  That way I can just sit back and listen to Samuel cry like a little bitch because the mean ole Sean Jackson beat his lover's ass."  

The Dallas native looks to the sky, deep in thought as his hand rises to his face, his thumb and index finger resting on his chin.

Jackson:  "I can see the mental midget now, on his hands and knees begging for me to stop the carnage.  I can see him on the stage, watching in horror as his lover is dismembered right before his eyes.  Can you imagine what happens to the human skin when fire is introduced to it?  the skin starts falling off the bone, the blood begins to cook, bubbling out through the charred remains.  I wonder Samuel, how will that relationship work when Raab is no longer available to you mentally or physically?"

In typical Sean Jackson fashion, he knows what all true monsters know.  You go after the soft targets, you go after the loved ones, they ALWAYS make the best targets.  Why do you think terrorists go after the defenseless?  Maybe one day Raab will figure it out, but until then, the Internet Champion will continue to expose the glaring chink in Raab's armor.

Jackson:  "Why do you think I chose you Raab?  come on now, don't tell me you are THAT fucking stupid?  At least put up a little fight before I destroy you in front of the entire world.  At least make this worth my time because you are walking into a slaughter of epic proportions, and don't even have the common sense to realize it.  You talk about buying suits, even bring up getting married next month, but don't you realize that the two of you won't have a future beyond December thirteenth?"

Oh yeah, you heard him correctly.

Jackson:  "What makes you think that luxury should even be awarded to you?  maybe I want to save Samuel the heartache of getting into a union with a coward.  Maybe I want to save him the embarrassment of being seen with a loser, whatever the case, we all know why you didn't want this match to be for the Internet Championship, and it damn sure didn't have anything to do with you NOT been interested in it."

The camera pans in tight on the face of the Mental Rapist.

Jackson:  "You didn't want the match to be for my title because as a non-title match, you were hoping I would go easy on you.  Well Raab, there will NEVER be a chance of me taking it easy on you.  Ever since calling out my name, I have wanted to destroy you in front of the world.  To show everyone the error of calling out the most dangerous man on the roster, and now I have that opportunity.  Face it idiot, you did a stupid thing by thinking you had what it took to fight the baddest dog in the yard.  But nothing and I do mean NOTHING was dumber than believing a fake wrestling ring in Las Vegas, trying to mimic an inferno match with another idiot who couldn't even carry my jock."

Trying to keep a straight face, the Internet Champion can't seem to believe the rookie means by which this so-called monster is trying to prepare for the most dangerous man in wrestling.

Jackson:  "Please Raab, please tell me you didn't use some nothing happening, never-was to train with?  please tell me you brought in someone with the skill set to help make you better?Please tell me that was a joke, something to make me want to drop my guard?  Because if that was legit, then do yourself a favor and don't show up in Ottawa because you committed THE cardinal sin of wrestling.  First off, I wouldn't have chosen a man too chicken-shit to fight, because someone like that is worthless.  I would have chosen a man who loves to fight, a man who lives and breathes by fighting, a man who would have given me his all, a man like Drake Green.  But again, that is the difference between a coward like you and a champion like me.  I train and fight to win, not to be the joke and coward."

The Dallas native begins to walk across the deck and towards the railing.  As he does, a shadow is cast on the deck, alluding to something hanging over the railing.  Sean then places his hands on the railing, and in the camera view is an effigy of Lord Raab hanging from a noose.  As he looks over and sees the effigy hanging, the Mental Rapist puts on his best surprised look.

Jackson:  "Oh God, how did THAT get there?  One of those damn Canadians must have snuck on board and hung it there without my permission, you can't trust any of them.  All they want is carnage, a thirst for blood which can only be quenched after watching one person destroy the other."

Shaking his head, the Dallas native reaches in his pocket and takes out a familiar Zippo lighter.  As he looks down at it, another smile begins to form.

Jackson:  So I guess it is for me to bring them happiness, freeing them to witness the carnage they so desperately crave.  Can you imagine their joy, the need to revel in a bloody sport taking place in full view, your burning body readied for the tomb that is the TD Place Arena?  Everyone will see you as a fake and a fraud."

With a flick of his thumb, the Zippo produces a flame which begins to flicker it's tongue at the Raab effigy.  

Jackson:  "I wish you could understand how easy this is for me Raab.  Setting you on fire will be the easiest thing I've ever done, it will prove to be easier than forcing Mark Ward to make this match happen in the first place."

Sean teases the flame by moving it closer to the Raab effigy.

Jackson:  "You asked if there was a reason to fight me, and to that I respond in this manner.  We are fighting in Ottawa because I didn't give you a choice.  You called me out, thinking that you could do so without being put in check, and I had to prove you wrong.  When you are a big deal like me, you get what you want, when you want, and how you want.  I knew Mark didn't want me joining with Drake Green and company, so to keep me happy, he would have ordered you into a dress and high heels, because he knows what it means if I join the ACW movement...."

Closing the Zippo lighter, the flame is extinguished and once again the Mental Rapist reaches for the effigy, grabbing it by the eye holes.  Now face to face, the message continues.

Jackson:  "And you do also.  Which is why I make it a point not to believe a man who plays hide the vienna sausage with another man, so I will go with Mr. Ward's version of events.  Like when you claim no interest in the Internet Championship, but later mention the grand slam when Mr. Ward makes it a title match.  I hope it offends you when I call bullshit because deep down, I will believe a liar named Mark Ward over a sniveling little shit such as yourself.  But I can understand why you didn't want this match for the title, because you knew it meant a sure death sentence for your career.  An inferno match by itself, you stood a slim chance of surviving.  But with my championship on the line, it became a lost cause.  Face it Raab, your lies are exposed for the world to see where Henry is trying to convince you of something impossible, of something so improbable that NO ONE outside of you believes it can happen."

The Internet Champion wags his finger towards the mask.

Jackson:  "But you continue to listen, believing you can be one step closer to that mythical grand slam.  Listening to his claims that by believing in him, you can do this, and you can accomplish that.  By listening to him, the impossible would be very much possible..."

But nothing could be further from the truth.

Jackson:  "But as usual Raab, I am the true bearer of bad news.  When it comes to facing me, nothing is possible for you.  I have eliminated those possibilities, leaving you nothing but failure and that failure..."

Still holding the mask of the Lord Raab effigy, once again Sean takes out the lighter.  He once again flicks the charger with his thumb, producing a tall flame.  As the flame is held to the effigy, a flame bursts upward which causes the Dallas native to let it hang over the railing.

Jackson:  "Will be displayed for the world to see because again, the art of fire is that it continues to tell the truth..."

The camera focuses on the effigy which is fully engulfed in flame.

Jackson:  "Exposing those who would dare lie to it, even from behind a mask."


Meanwhile in Dallas, Texas.
Inside The Duke Mansion



Sitting behind his oak desk, Cameron Duke is looking over production charts and other business related paperwork when his office door swings open and a man known as Paul Stratton enters.  The attorney from the now defunct wrestling company NWA is now standing in front of Mr. Duke, a less than enthusiastic look on his face.  

Cameron:  "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"

Of course he has, but as unavailable as the oil tycoon has been recently, the attorney for the NWA didn't want to be ignored any further.  He grew tired of the games, of the so-called business decisions that didn't go in his favor, so now he was ready to take the bull by the horns.

Stratton:  "Haven't you ever heard of returning phone calls?"

Leaning back in his seat, Cameron wasn't taking too kindly to the sarcasm being shown by his *guest*.  After letting the production charts fall from his fingers, an unhealthy glare is aimed at Stratton.

Cameron:  "When this empire is named after someone named Stratton, then you can dictate who I call, and when I call them.  You my friend are in this predicament because of an alcoholic owner with no business acumen.  So don't you dare waltz in my office here and be critical like this is my fault.  Had Batee did his job, no one would be going through this..."

Taking off his glasses, Cameron continues to glare at Paul Stratton.

Cameron:  "Sean would still be employed by the NWA, my daughter would be in her office where she belongs, and you wouldn't be standing there trying to make this my fault."

In attempting to ease tensions, Stratton raises his hands in a non-threatening manner.

Stratton:  "Whoa Mr. Duke, I believe we are getting off on the wrong foot here.  I am in no way trying to make this your fault, it is just that this situation needs taken care of so I can get back home for the holidays."

The attorney leans on Mr. Duke's desk.

Stratton:  "You know, they will be in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada this coming Sunday.  If you freeze Sean's account, he will be in no condition to fight us, which will make things easier for the both of us.  You will have..."

Cameron:  "I will have a daughter who will be angry with me.  A daughter who will push me out of her and my grandson's life.  So forgive me if I'm not game to an idea concocted by an alcoholic who has screwed his own company up, and now wants to do the same with mine."

Frustrated, Paul Stratton sits down across from Mr. Duke, looking for some angle to get the oil tycoon back in their favor.

Stratton:  "Look Mr. Duke, I agree that some mistakes were made.  I regret we find ourselves in a bad situation, but there has to be a way we can combine forces so that everyone gets what they want."

You would think.  But in the mind of Cameron Duke, there simply wasn't a solution to the problem that would leave him unscathed.  If there was anything he knew about his daughter, it was her passion towards her husband and the fact she didn't want her daddy's interference.  As Paul is about to continue his plea for assistance, the ten-year old son of Sean and Pamela enters the room, which brings a smile to the face of Mr. Duke.

Cameron:  "There's my grandson."

As Sean Jr. hops in his grandfather's lap, another annoyed expression comes across Paul Stratton's face.

Cameron:  "And how was your day?"

The ten-year old nods while wearing a grin.  After speaking to his mom and dad by Skype, he was now free to spend time with his grandfather.  Well sort of.

Grandson:  "It was alright Grandpa, just waiting to..."

Of course, Sean Jr. wants to spend time with his Grandfather and that meant an interruption to what Paul Stratton was trying to accomplish.  With the frustration continuing to mount, Paul tries to get this back to business.

Stratton:  "Mr. Duke, I understand that you are a family man, but we really need to discuss business here."

There is almost a look of desperation on the face of the NWA attorney.  He knows that Brad Batee is waiting at the NWA Headquarters building for some good news, and as everyone knows, you never want to make a raging alcoholic wait.  Seeing the look, Mr. Duke pats his grandson on the shoulder.

Cameron:  "Sean Jr., can you give me a few minutes?  As soon as I'm done with business, you and I will spend time together."

Grandson:  "Okay Grandpa."

As Sean Jr. hops off his grandfather's lap and heads for the door, a harsh glance is aimed straight at the attorney.  One thing Paul Stratton should have figured out is that you never interrupt his time with family.  As if it wasn't bad enough to show up un-announced, now he was being disrespectful of his grandson.  As Sean Jr. exits the room, closing the door behind him, the claws come out and the teeth are bare.

Cameron:  "How dare you come into my house and disrespect my family in this manner.  It is obvious you have no manners, and are a mirror image of that low life Brad Batee.  Well I can assure you that I won't risking the relationship with my daughter by the likes of you.  Now, get out of my house and don't come back here again."

Stratton:  "But Mr. Duke?"

Cameron:  (yelling)  "GET OUT!!!"

Paul Stratton is startled, especially after Mr. Duke stands with a very menacing expression on his own face.  With both hands placed firmly on the desk, he says it again, but this time a bit softer but still firm.

Cameron:  "Get out, now."

Defeated, Paul Stratton exhales before making his way to the door.  He stops for a split second, but without looking back to the oil tycoon, Stratton simply opens the door and walks out without saying another word.

Cameron:  "Arrogant prick."

Yep, that just about covers it.


A few hours later
Aboard Dynasty One
anchored on the St. Lawrence River


A Retort Of Sorts

Jackson:  "You know Raab, I have to laugh at you.  This is my video blog response to that drivel you called a shoot.  If you want to shoot on me, that's fine, but at least tell the truth.  If you want to tell the slack jaws that you got in my head, so be it, but come Monday, they will see it as being far from the truth.  I understand why you said it, I even understand why you believed it, but what happens when everyone wakes up on December 14th and discovers it was all a lie?"

"You claimed you wanted to face me without the championship on the line, but that was a lie also.  You didn't want my championship on the line because you knew it meant your chances of winning would go out the window.  You didn't want my championship on the line because you knew I would go all out to win, not understanding that was my plan to begin with."

"But you really showed your ignorance by claiming I couldn't beat Kain, when I had already proven that I could.  But that is the pattern with you, to lie about everything when the truth is there for everyone to see.  You think by lying, it will give you some measured advantage for victory.  But what I've learned is that your lies are nothing more than self-abdication, an effort to avoid a brutal defeat at the hands of a man who is better than you in every facet of this game, better mentally, physically, and emotionally.  In the weeks leading up to this Sunday night in Ottawa, your lies have made you a slave, reducing you to living in a fantasy world where imagination has taken the place of reality.  Where you think you are better than you are."

"You asked for this Raab, every moment of wanting to be somebody, every deceitful comment you've ever made, has led to this match you want no part of.  In trying to get my attention off you, the names of Goth and Samuel were dropped because I haven't targeted them.  Why would I target them?  Would that have gotten me a match with you faster?  Of course it wouldn't have, so why would I waste my time with two individuals that didn't matter?  No Raab, I chose this path of threatening Mark Ward, and look how quickly he caved to my demands.  The moment I threatened to join Drake Green and the Guns for Hire, Mark served you up on a silver platter, just like I knew he would.  But that's the reason I have championship gold and you don't.  That's the reason I can stand between you and the world tag team titles if I wanted, all without breaking a sweat.  Face it Raab, you are nothing, a nobody.  You are someone filled with jealousy because you only wished you had the power to make people tremble before you."

"While we're at it, let's get one thing straight about you being a coward.  I don't need someone like Marshall to call a spade, a spade, I can do that myself.  Raab you are a coward, pure and simple.  You were a coward before I called you out, you were a coward the day I called you out, and you'll continue to be a coward the day after I whip your ass this Sunday night.  See, I didn't need Marshall to relay that information because unlike you, I'm man enough to do it on my own.  I also noticed you were getting your excuses ready, using tours in other wrestling companies to hide your cowardice.  Well newsflash Raab, much like others on the roster, I also wrestle in other organizations.  But even then, I have been active on almost every card in the past two years, I have taken everything this company has thrown my way, turning every conceivable negative into a positive, because it makes me strong enough to destroy weaklings like you.  That way when you calls me out, whether in the arena or not, I answer the call because I cower away from no one.  But if you want to use excuses for why you didn't respond then so be it, but anyone with common sense knows the truth, and they will experience it this Sunday night."

"Now then, your little lie about Kris Halc.  When Mark Ward and Christian Underwood served him up to me, I went straight to the ring and I beat him down just like I was supposed to.  Mark and Christian put the title on the line, and even though I had my sights set on you, I still stepped up like a champion and defended my championship.  So please Raab, if there's a point to be made by bringing up Halc, then please make it because as of now, you have failed miserably."

"And about that claim of beating everyone the first time for their championships?  Sunday that bullshit comes to an end because you don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of beating me.  Only in your own little delusional world could you look at our match where you are the champion, and I'm the challenger.  When I step into the ring this Sunday night, I will be wearing championship gold and you, you won't have anything but a cheap mask.  You made the claim I was no one to fear, but Justin Halliwell, Jamie Dean, and Drake Green would beg to differ because all three were hospitalized at my hands, suffering significant injuries.  So tell me Raab, who have you hospitalized?  Who have you beaten to force anyone to accept anything?  Inquiring minds want to know."

"In case you didn't know, that was a rhetorical question so please don't make up some fictitious names or create a bunch of alter-egos to counter what I have done.  Don't call yourself the MMA Man of the Year and manufacture some trophy because you didn't get shit in SCW.  That drug induced fantasy world has clouded your perception of reality, preventing you from seeing everything I have earned here, where as you, you haven't earned a damn thing.  You claim the need to shut my mouth, but deep down you know to accomplish that, you would have to hire someone with a better skill set because you aren't man enough to get the job done.  Oh, I am sure you will keep fooling yourself, that is until the clock strikes midnight on your fairy tale, and you can no longer hide behind the lies."

"Or behind the jealousy, which is why you cheapened my win against Despayre.  Because you couldn't beat him, it became quite comical to see you trying to piss on the most decorated star in this company.  As a tag team wrestler, he and Gabriel were undefeated for five years, yes Raab, for five years.  Sinful Obsession ruled the tag team division until they ran into Drexel Matheson and myself.  But I tell you what, you keep chasing after that elusive grand slam while true stars such as myself chase after the world heavyweight championship.  Because Raab, nothing screams the best in the world like the world heavyweight title.  Nothing."

"I take that back, nothing screams the best in the world like the Internet Championship.  Especially when yours truly possesses it."


fin.  

[Konrad Raab]

 




Getting thrown in an inferno fire. Las Vegas, Nevada. Tuesday 8th December.

Flames sparking out from the side of the ring as there's another Inferno practice match taking place, but with a different opponent. He had another Amateur MMA fight coming up tomorrow and knew he had to do some MMA training as well, but practising for the Inferno match for the Internet title was far more important as the gym warmth is very hot, even practising the with the lights off to make the room even more of the flames.

It felt very real as the sweat comes down from both the trainer and Raab on the mat along with a lot of blood being spilt in the ring itself as Raab laughed, knowing there's nothing to be afraid of with the flames around him as he slams the trainer down on the mat with a chokeslam powerbomb on the opponent down on the mat and lays in some punches to the man, leaving him to lay in some punches as another way of practising his MMA skills he has to do in his other title defence coming up as well.

Raab picks the opponent up, but the opponent catches him and uses a jumping DDT manoeuvre  that was perfectly down as Raab smiles, feeling that the opponent can be a challenge and he certainly was to Raab as he gets him locked in a choke hold to make Raab feeling very weak, not being able to move for a few minutes before the opponent does what the whole world wants Sean Jackson to do, attempt to throw Raab into the flames as he runs and throws Raab straight onto the flames, feeling the heat of the burns on his body being burnt very badly.

Raab smiles as he doesn't shake even a bit from the flames and it took the trainers to get the fire hose out to get the fire off from Raab, but that's Raab got angry as he beats the hell out of the people in the gym just for putting the fire out on Raab and leaves them for dead as he shakes it off before he goes into the octagon to do some punches and kicks training and Henry comes in to see that the people are knocked out on the floor with a fire hose as Henry shakes his head, but he stands from the octagon and sees Raab training.

Raab still hasn't Henry in the gym because he's doing MMA training since he has a title defence against a guy who he almost lost to a few weeks ago tomorrow night, Michael Williams. Henry was very mad at what Raab did with the men that are laid out, but he decides to wait for Raab to finish up as two hours later, he did as he walked out of the octagon with the people he knocked down already gone and Henry speaks to him.

Henry Losak: “Why did you beat those guys down on the floor?”

Lord Raab: “Because they were removing me feeling burns and pains in my body.”

Henry Losak: “Do you know how reckless you are at times when you don't know how much damage you're body goes through? One of these days, you are gonna kill yourself being in dangerous situations. I know you aren't a normal human being, but you do need to realise they were doing that just so you wouldn't get killed and set the place on fire.”

Raab enjoyed the last few seconds of the fire burning on his body, letting the world know it doesn't hurt at all. It's something Henry is concerned about and knew at some point, Raab would be forced in hospital. Raab goes to take a seat in the benches area, taking a few drinks like he doesn't give a damn about anything Henry said and would rather die with burns since Raab knew he'd die doing something he loved. He drinks more of his urine and blood drink and Henry sees Raab not paying any attention as he speaks.

Henry Losak: “You don't care, do you?”

Lord Raab: “Why should I? I love being in pain and what they did was trying to stop me from feeling it. You don't understand how much I actually liked being burnt from the flames.”

Someone: “Not like the pain on being unable to see properly with my right eye, right?”

The man known as Goth came in and sees Raab having a torn piece of clothing off from him due to being placed in the fire to feel the experience before he wrestles Sean Jackson tomorrow night and Goth takes a seat near Raab and heard what Henry is saying and Raab as well as Goth speaks again.

Goth: “You have no idea how lucky you are that you can see perfectly with both eyes. I feel you need to listen to Henry. We don't really know if you have any problems since you refuse to go and there's times where if things bother you so much you have to see a specialist with special things. I mean I had to because my wife kept forc..................................”

Lord Raab: “Exactly, you're wife forced you after you complained to her about you're headaches that I get every single day and blurry eye sight. Fact is I don't complain to Henry or Samuel about the emotional and psychical pain I go through because I don't need to. I don't need to protect Samuel from being hurt because he can deal with it himself. See, I don't care about having body problems and dealing with pain is exactly what I can handle.”

Henry knows the truth about Raab passing out a lot lately due to refusing to get any signs of rest and wanting to be a workhorse all the time and of course, Henry knew it's a huge concern and even though Raab was a hypocrite the other day on stopping Goth from doing hard work, it doesn't look like it bothered him and he speaks.

Henry Losak: “Like passing out has nothing to do with it Markus? Yes you get 6 hours rest a day, but that's not enough. I know you want to wrestle and fight all the time and you get bored from resting, but you're body needs to. Do you ever see Samuel passing out? Do you ever see Goth passing out? No because they take rests for a whole day and it's gonna kill you more with this match with Sean Jackson.”

Lord Raab: “Wanting to destroy Sean Jackson to a point of almost killing him is exactly what I have in mind to do. Sean Jackson prances around too much thinking he's this mental rapist when he's SCW's joke. I can't believe people fear this guy and him being a threat when he's done nothing for me to be afraid of him. Not even close. No wrestler should be afraid of this weakling who tortures the weak of them not being able to defend themselves.”

Goth: “I agree, it is low for him to use teddy bears and people's girlfriends or wives to get the locker room to be afraid of Sean along with forcing his opponents to accept matches with him and he hasn't with you because he knows you wouldn't be mad if Sean beats on Samuel, me or even Henry. I say you got him where you want him Markus. You got in his head by not responding for a few weeks and you only responded to show Sean you aren't a coward.”

Raab nods because it's true and like he'd turn down a match against anybody in SCW because he wasn't like other people who force themselves to torture people who have no fight in them and he smiles that it was only to call Raab out for a match that got Sean what he wanted. Raab speaks.

Lord Raab: “You hear the bullshit about Samuel supposing to be concerned for me just because we are going out? I'm gonna teach him a thing or two that Samuel doesn't give a damn about me being hurt all the time. He almost feels the pain every single day. Sean is fucking stupid and it's gonna cost him and what has Samuel got to do with our match anyway? Sad thing is it's the only thing he has to say because there's nobody else to target since he's so fucking scared. I got plans to change that ridden name if I win the title because I don't want to be an inte.....................”

Henry Losak: “But you're already an internet star from you're Amateur MMA fights and wrestling matches. I know what you mean on the social media side of things, but how many times do I have to say it's named that because of the matches of SCW being streamed over the internet?”

Goth: “Yeah that's all what the name means Markus. I don't like twitter myself because it's full of cowards who talk crap to people even when we aren't on there, but you renaming the title would be something different for sure when you take that Internet title from him.”

Lord Raab: “Yes of course Henry, I'm not talking about my matches being shown on the internet, but there's gonna be changes when I defeat Sean Jackson for the second time and he's stuck to think of things to do to get in my head. It's funny he doesn't mention you and Henry though, making himself stupid. I'm gonna go out and win that match and little does he know what I have in store for that pathetic man.”

Henry and Goth nod as Samuel wasn't in the gym because he's resting for the day and it was something Raab lacks doing a lot and it's something Henry had to talk to Goth about on having Raab getting out of the gym and do things socially which Samuel craved for all the time and Henry speaks.

Henry Losak: “You continue MMA training for the day and you train for two more hours before you get some rest in you're apartment. I want to chat to you privately Goth about something you have to know about Raab.”

Raab goes back in the octagon to do some training as Henry takes out the plug along with turning the flames off just so the man that Raab was training with can leave the ring before Henry and Goth go outside together for a one on one talk and he addresses something Goth needs to know and he felt ashamed that Raab couldn't be with Goth on their own without Henry or Samuel around as he speaks as the close the gym doors behind them and stand outside the fighting arena that's not used any more.

Henry Losak: “I'm very sorry you and Raab haven't socialised together and that's because he's scared of people outside the ring and the octagon. He's not like that and Samuel loves going out to socialise, but Raab prefers Samuel not to which is very damaging to their relationship. It's a shame Markus hasn't seen you're wife.”

Goth: “I figured he was afraid of going out to socialise because he seems to never leave that gym. Is he afraid of talking to women or something cos he doesn't seem to mention about my wife?”

Henry Losak: “Yeah, he is afraid of them, along with hating women and that's down to his very bad past with them, more to do with being raped in the past. He gets extra aggressive with women and that's why I have to keep him away from Sapphire when I'm with you both. He doesn't know how to talk to women and I've tried to get him to do so, only he ends up beating them very violently and viciously almost to a point of a woman not being able to move, man processed literally almost killed her and he would've done if I didn't stop.”

Goth: “Wow, I have no idea that he would even be raped by one. I feel bad.”

Goth now knows the reason why Raab gets so angry when he comes across Sean Jackson, even not talking to Sapphira and Henry pats him on his shoulder and speaks as it's getting a bit cold in Las Vegas, but things needed to be in the open.

Henry Losak: “Don't feel bad because of having a wife. I'm happy you do and that's what matters. He's also hugely against the nickname the mental rapist what Sean uses that's also made him feel like he has to push himself in the gym. He hates rapists in general hence another reason why he put the inferno match in place cos he feels burning a rapist would end his pain and torture of what he feels everyday.”

Goth: “Can't say I blame him. I had no idea because he doesn't mention or talk about it with me.”

Henry Losak: “He wouldn't and doesn't even talk to me at times about it. He really really wants to hurt Sean, more than ever before because of it. I'll let you get home to Sapphira and we'll talk more later in the week as Raab has to travel to Canada tomorrow for his fight against Michael Williams. You know you can talk to me about anything if you're eye bothers you or anything in general. I won't tell anybody.”

Goth nods as he feels quite content that he knew that Raab did have his fears that he didn't show because of being weak as he gets into his car to get himself home as Henry goes back into his very large office to get some paperwork done, regarding Raab's amateur MMA career as he's had a lot of deals of Raab going as a professional MMA fighter, but him wrestling is holding him back from being a pro MMA fighter. He has to reject them due to his wrestling commitments.

Henry phoned up the trainers to see if Raab went to his apartment to get some rest and they answered as to yes, but did an extra hour training which Henry shook his head, but at least Raab went back to his apartment to rest as Henry got up from his desk at one in the morning as he decides to get into his own office bedroom to get some sleep himself.

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Sean Jackson dolls to burn. Montreal, Canada. Friday 11th November.

Strangely, Raab actually wanted to get out and do something rather than speaking about a match via internet streaming, although Henry was there with the camera, it's something Raab hasn't done for a very long time and he hated going out of his gym, but he fought Michael Williams last night and still retained his amateur MMA title from him, even with a very tough fight he had, it was now time to get back to talking about wrestling. They are in a local park late at night with two hundred Sean Jackson dolls planted all around the fields, feeling really good about what he's going to do, especially when it involved a very large gun known as a flamethrower as he held it in his arms, knowing what Sean Jackson has done as he begins to speak.

Lord Raab: “Who thought of the idea of being here late at night with these ugly looking dolls of Sean Jackson? Seems to be pretty ugly to me and a worthless wrestler while at it as well. Anyway I listen to him and I just laugh because he acts out like he's the greatest wrestler in SCW. Um, that's where he's wrong you see because if he's so good and a threat, how come he isn't SCW World Champion? Oops my bad that you lost to someone that was no competition when I defeated Kain cleanly and was pretty much earned as well, something you never did to win a chance to face against the champion. We know you lack the skills in the ring, but hey, can't say you are that good because you aren't.”

Raab makes sure that there's enough flame oil in the flamethrower which there was as he tests it on the grass first of all to see if it's working. He pulls on the trigger and blasts it on a patch of grass where the flame was surrounding all around Raab as he sat down with Henry standing farther back than before as he speaks again.

Lord Raab: “You really are a pathetic man to hate on Samuel when he's not even apart of the match, but it's OK because we know you're stupid games and sad thing is it doesn't phase me when you speak about him because Samuel knows I wouldn't care if he got attacked or any of my crew for that matter, but you would care so much if you're slutty wife would get burnt in a fire. That shows right there that you are fucking weak and Samuel knows I can handle myself out there and he's not relevant in this match because he has nothing to do with anything I've said about you, you piece of worthless scum. You are officially fucking stupid and delusional if you think I'll scream about you hurting Samuel. Go for it and see how much I fucking care because I don't.”

Raab couldn't care if he was attacked before Samuel's matches against people, let alone the other way around as he starts to unleash the flamethrower on the Sean Jackson dolls that are planted on the crosses and he lets the fire out of the flamethrower some of the Sean Jackson dolls that are all around him and stops for a bit as they cripple away very quickly as he speaks again.

Lord Raab: “You have no idea why I picked this match do you? I forgot to say that it's not just because of the hatred we have for each other. It's also because you are without a shadow of a doubt the biggest piece of fucking shit this roster has ever got. Do you know how much it makes me sick that we have a fucking rapist running around here? It makes you fucking stupid and you are like the rest of the rapists around this fucking world and this I feel should be the end of rapists that should be killed with fire planted to their fucking heads. Of course I've had problems with them ever since I was younger with my dumb ass brother.

I will make you taste you're own blood because you are a joke and mean nothing to this company. I mean sure you won two world titles, but that's all down to you being handed to them and all down to them being too weak to fight you back without them being one hundred percent. Have you ever made someone quit the company for them to never come back or even show their face ever again? No you haven't because Drake Green came back thanks to Christian signing that useless piece of shit who brags about bringing his dysfunctional company back when it died two years ago.”

Raab grits his teeth and goes a little crazy on burning some more of the dolls in his way and sees majority of them melting away into pieces and he smiles, enjoying the hell Sean in his mind is going through and there's thirty odd dolls so far that are burnt and melted as he speaks again.

Lord Raab: “What do you mean hand the advantage to you ? You challenged me which is not what title holders are supposed to do, but it's OK because nobody gives a fucking damn about that shit title or even you as a wrestler because you really aren't anything to be afraid of, especially you pray on people who have nothing to do with the match, only you can't do that with me because it wouldn't make me scared at all because I'd just be laughing at how weak you are as a man. If you was a man, you'd had enough balls to attack me, but so far, you've done jack shit other than calling me out.

I know you're gonna talk about how I should be at the arenas to show my face when I'm not wrestling against anybody, but why should I have to when I'm only there to wrestle, not to accept fucking call outs like I did at home and I've been keeping quiet because I want to say everything right here on camera so the world can hear me speak the amount of bullshit that you have. Wow, I'm so impressed you've injured people, but not really because I was playing mind games of my own on not responding to you and it was funny how I made you so mad when I didn't accept for you to call me a coward when calling me out when I'm not at the arena is what cowards do.”

Raab continues to make all the dolls melt around him with the flamethrower, showing no mercy of the fact he wanted to man process kill all the rapists around him, even the dolls since that name is officially a curse to Markus as he feels very cold that doesn't worry him a bit, feeling dark and cold is exactly what Markus wanted in his life and he speaks again after burning fifty dolls now to feel the power of the flames.

Lord Raab: “You thought if I picked this match to make you quiver you're feet up. I know you wouldn't be scared Sean, but it sounded like it because you wouldn't mention it otherwise, but I know you're fear of heights which is funny that I could've made it an inferno ladder match. I mean we are in the wrestling business and you fear heights. That puts me in an advantage of planting you're ass down on the mat with a piledriver, seeing you shit yourself in front of you're rotten wife as well. Oops, I went really low didn't I? Who could blame me since you like to talk about irrelevant people, but you know, I hate women more than anything else in the world and I'd have no problems burning you're wife to pieces in that inferno match.

Oh which reminds me to show you another thing I have here and that's a Vanessa doll. Oh dear, I cross the line. What you gonna do Sean? Protect you're wife and say leave her alone when I'll tie her around a chair to watch her husband burn to tiny pieces of burns? HAHAHA, that's exactly what I'd do and I'd even burn that title you wear as well because the internet title is not what I want to win, but I have changes for the name of the title at least to make it more important than the title already is. Here we go to rot the disgusting doll of you're wife Vanessa which you'll be saying goodbye to right here and now.”

Raab presses the trigger and burns the Vanessa doll and holds it for a very long while, feeling the power of the inferno flames as he places the flamethrower on the grass again as he sits himself in the middle of the flames, having no effect of being afraid or scared of them as he smirks at the other thing Sean said to him about screaming from the burns as he continues to speak about it.

Lord Raab: “Sie haben keine Ahnung, wie gut ich mit Schmerzen umzugehen, darunter die Verbrennungen ich bekommen bei mir sind Sie Sean? Ich glaube nicht, wegen des Seins vor Schmerzen schreien, schreie ich, weil ich sie umarmen und treten dem lebenden Scheiße aus Ihnen ein Beispiel. Wenn ich verbrannt Sean bekam, habe ich sicherlich nicht in einem Krankenhaus oder irgendetwas mit der Verbrennungen Einheit immer so wieder gehen, weil ich mit ihnen leben, richtig zu nächsten Tatsachen sind, und es gibt einen Grund, warum Drake Grün hat mich weitergeben , weil ich spürte keinen Schmerz und ich habe nicht für einen Rückkampf zu jagen, weil ich größere Dinge in meinem Kopf, wie die Erfassung der Tag-Team-Titel mit Samuel.

Aber ich musste, dass auf Eis, weil der Umgang mit einer Drecksack, dass jeder fühlt, er ist eine Bedrohung, wenn ich viel eher eine Bedrohung als Sie, weil Sie nicht mit Schmerzen umzugehen kannst. Sie haben keine Narben oder Schmerzen am ganzen Körper, so dass Sie, was Verbrennungen lernte den Schmerz hinzuzufügen sind bekam? Nichts, das ist was, und ich liebe Schmerzen. Es ist OK, Sean, weil wir wissen, wie viel Sie hasse es, zu verletzen und wie viel Sie möchten eine Pussy, wenn Sie sein werde schreien für Sie das Leben sind. Weißt du, das inferno Kugeln Ich lasse Sie mit diesem Flammenwerfer ist genau wie, was passieren wird, wenn Sie brennen in Stücke, und ich habe nicht bekommen, über den Papierkorb Titel sprechen, denn das Spiel ist wichtiger als diese Scheiße Titel."

>>>>>>Subtitle captions on ustream.com>>>>>> You don't have a clue at all on how well I can deal with pain, including the burns I may get on me do you Sean? I don't scream because of being in pain, I scream because I embrace it and kick the living shit out of you for an example. If I was to get burnt Sean, I certainly will not go into a hospital or anything with the burns unit because I live with them forever so again, get you're facts right next time and there's a reason why Drake Green got me to pass out because I felt no pain and I didn't chase for a rematch because I had bigger things in my mind like capturing the tag team titles with Samuel.

But I had to put that on hold because of dealing with a scumbag that everyone feels he's a threat when I'm a lot more of a threat than you because you can't deal with pain. You haven't got any scars or pain all over you're body so what's burns got to add to the pain? Nothing, that's what and I love pain. It's OK Sean because we know how much you hate being hurt and how much you'd be a pussy when you'll be screaming for you're life. You know, this inferno balls I'm letting out with this flamethrower is more exactly like what will happen when you burn to pieces and I haven't gotten to talk about the trash title because the match is more important than that shit title.

Raab goes crazy with the flamethrower as he spreads it all around the dolls of Sean Jackson, melting to pieces to a point where they are falling off the crosses since the rope that he tied around burns very quickly as he has a huge smile on his face with the damage he's doing to the dolls as he's burned one hundred and fifty of them now, feeling more and more happy by the minute.

Lord Raab: “Ich glaube, ich bin derjenige, der ist gonna Spike du bist Kopf durch die Matte aus einem Spannschloss, um sich davon, dass so hoch, nicht in der Lage, Sie sind Hals, der schwach genug, um Sie in diesen Flammen zu werfen sein wird zu bewegen scheißen schauen Sie und die Vergewaltiger in der ganzen Welt in der Hölle schmoren. Hoffe, Sie haben eine Beerdigung Grabstein bereit für dich, weil du nicht gonna Spaziergang entfernt von dem Spiel, da Sie nicht ein richtiger Champion, der von der Verteidigung ihrer Band auf einer regelmäßigen Basis weg läuft, stehen. Ich habe immer meine Gewalt verteidigt Titel als ich hielt es für drei lange Monate, etwas, das Sie gerade getan haben, wenn Sie die SCW-Weltmeister war. Sie sind ein Glücksfall Meister und Sie auch nicht ein guter Ringer.

Ich weigere mich, Sie als eine Bedrohung zu sehen, weil Sie nicht mehr als ein Stück Scheiße sind und ich will dich wie ein wertloses wehrlosen Welpen sind Sie bluten, bellen, um Hilfe von Vanessa zu bekommen, um Sie von noch mehr weh zu stoppen, aber das ist, wo sie aufhört, weil Zerkleinern Sie sind Schädel mit meinem Ellbogen und Knien ist gonna meine Aufgabe sein, zusammen mit Zerschlagung Sie Rippen sind mit Teufels Kicks, um es zu, nicht in der Lage zu atmen seit Monaten, zusammen mit Ihnen in der Rückseite gesetzt werden ein Krankenhaus van, zeigt Ihnen, dass ich, Sie ist nicht das wahre Monster in dieser Gesellschaft."

>>>>>>Subtitle captions on ustream.com>>>>>> I think I'm the one that's gonna spike you're head through the mat from a turnbuckle to shit yourself from being up so high, not being able to move you're neck which will be weak enough to throw you into those flames to watch you and the rapists around the world rot in hell. Hope you have a funeral tombstone ready for yourself because you aren't gonna walk away from the match since you aren't a real champion who runs away from defending their belt on a regular bases. I always defended my Violence title when I held it for three long months, something you've barely done when you was the SCW World Champion. You are a fluke champion and you aren't a good wrestler either.

I refuse to view you as a threat because you are nothing more than a piece of shit and I will cause you to bleed like a worthless defenceless puppy you are, barking to get help from Vanessa to stop you from being hurt even more, but that's where it stops because crushing you're skull with my elbow and knees is gonna be my job, along with smashing you're ribs in with vicious kicks to it, being unable to breath for months, along with you being put in the back of a hospital van, showing you that I, not you is the true monster in this company.”

Raab presses the trigger as he now has burnt all the Sean Jackson dolls in the park, without being spotted for his actions since it's three in the morning as he crouches down to the floor with one of the burnt dolls on the floor as he picks it up and rips the arm off from it as he speaks for the last time about the match.

Lord Raab: “You're demise as the trash champion is over and I refuse to use that god forbidden word because it's a disgrace to call it with people accessing information on a computer and it will be what the world wants on me throwing you to dust of flames and having you're body covered with burns from the hands of me is a perfect ending to rapists all around the world because they do not belong in this world and should all be dead and you will be destroyed very viciously and brutally that you won't even be able to wrestle in SCW for a while since you are so worthless. You can't come up with attacking anybody I have because it's something you know I could handle quite easily.

That's where it's gonna cost you because I'm a much better wrestler than you and I'm more agile than you as well as I will either throw you're ass over the top rope or I will be squishing you're face to plant it right on the flames itself with each part of you're body rotting to the flames, making you squeal like a weak bitch you are. You really don't stand a chance of retaining the title from me and you'll be experiencing what a monster does on winning the match and holding the title above you're disgusting body, even having parts of you're body ripped from you're body, suffering with lots of broken bones. Sunday night in Canada at December to Dismember 3, you will prepare yourself to be Raabinated and burned to shreds straight to hell by The Masked German Monster as the new champion.”

Raab knew he's done as he finds the Vanessa doll and tore her legs and arms off with no problems along with the Sean doll he was at as he left them all over the grass as the flames went out on the grass a while ago as Raab walks away and he goes back into his apartment to get some sleep without Samuel who was doing some one to one training with the trainers back in Las Vegas for the day before coming back to the Supershow on Sunday morning.