Post by Konrad Raab on Sept 12, 2019 9:23:21 GMT
The hunting voice returns. Anaheim, California. Friday 22nd February (Off Camera)
Ever since Casterillo was interviewed on Breakdown this week, he heard a hunting voice he hadn't heard since before April last year. He couldn't sleep or ignore it anymore to a point it was clear the voice wanted to talk to Konrad. He was in his home with Fizz, and he thought so much about Casterillo, and she already sees the thoughts Konrad's having, even closing and opening his eyes, closing his ears and growling the house down.
Fizz has noticed Konrad's behaviour, ever since he got home yesterday hence why she had the kids to be taken to her brother's house last night, and he breathes heavily to a point he screams to say this.
Konrad Raab: “Shut up.”
Konrad rocks backwards and forwards, the problem was the haunting voice was shouting at him, and Fizz sees the behaviour is much worse than it was yesterday as his behaviour is erratic, going bullshit crazy and it was up until the point of Fizz going to say anything, Konrad does, and he says this.
Konrad Raab: “I need to do some training as The Black Ice.”
Fizz Raab: “Why?”
Konrad Raab: “Because it's been too long the last time I've had to be this guy, but Casterillo has left me no fucking choice. He's refused matches with me ever since December, and he runs from me. Remind me who he acts like?”
Fizz Raab: “Jason Helms?”
Konrad Raab: “Exactly. Now I want you to go to the gym and ask around for any male wrestlers, not tonight, but anytime before Retribution PPV because I need to feel the power of The Black Ice.”
It was a long time since Konrad had to be forced to be The Black Ice and the voice of Erik had hunted Konrad down again, and he provokes him to go to talk to him, saying you aren't ignoring me, Konrad.
Konrad Raab: “Erik, stop it. I'm not ready to talk to you.”
What was worse is Konrad's rocking back and forth on the chair as Fizz had forgotten how scary Konrad could be when he's in a psychotic mood. She doesn't say anything up until she sees Konrad being relaxed. He eventually stops rocking himself on the chair and responds to this.
Fizz Raab: “Of course I will. I will leave you to go to the basement and talk because it's clear Erik wants to talk to you for many days, preventing you from sleeping.”
Konrad Raab: “It seems so, doesn't it?”
Fizz Raab: “Yes, now go and speak to him. I quite agree you do need to be The Black Ice again because he's almost doing the same things as Jason did, pushing you around and you are letting him get away with it. I let you know when you come back up here who I found to train with when you come back home from Indianapolis.”
Konrad nodded as it's all he could do, being extra cautious of what happened last time and even Fizz was too, but it didn't help to remind Fizz about it.
Konrad Raab: “Stay away from me until I'm done talking to Erik.”
Fizz nods before Konrad without kissing or hugging Fizz like he usually does end up going down to the basement and to a room where he regularly smokes his cannabis. He closes the door and goes to see the two masks he has in the room, his usual one for matches and his Black Ice one.
He blows the dust off The Black Ice before he picks it up, shakes the cobwebs off and he puts it on his face. Because it's been so long the last time he wore it, it was taking him half an hour to feel he had the power back. He sits in front of the mirror, looking straight at it and he says this.
Black Ice Raab: “What do you want Erik?”
Erik: “You.”
Black Ice Raab: “What for?”
Erik: “To talk about what you're gonna do to that ducking bitch, Casterillo, was it his name?”
Black Ice Raab: “Correct.”
Erik: “Konrad, you've let this stupid son of a bitch walk all over you. Granted, you weren't the man you once were, ignoring shit and being a better wrestler, even leading you to the TV title, but you've lost sight of who the fuck you are. You've lost the power of being The Black Ice.”
Erik was right; it's been too long since the match against Damien Angel that Konrad had forgotten about his dark side. It's long forgotten because there hadn't been a reason for him to use it, until now and Erik speaks again.
Erik: “You was thinking about going to this Black Ice side huh?”
Black Ice Raab: “Yes master, I want to teach that pussy the respect of wrestling and not hide from me.”
Erik: “You are going to fucking hurt the guy, you are going to hurt the fact he's treating you like you aren't relevant. Does it make your blood boil that he keeps running away from your bitch ass?”
Black Ice Raab: “Yes master.”
Erik: “Welcome back to your psychotic side Konrad. Aside you forgot about until you reminded the world of a side you used a week ago. You also haven't told that guy you seem to hang around. What's that guy used for?”
It was clear Erik had been following Konrad for months with him knowing about a guy who keeps being with him in the locker rooms, in hotel rooms and his apartment. It was time to keep Erik updated with it as he was bound to hear his voice, even though he wasn't a real person.
Black Ice Raab: “His name is Jerry Flack, and he's Iceman's mental trainer. He's used him instead of you.”
Erik: "Jerry isn't needed for the mission. Iceman can have him, but The Black Ice walks alone. Black Ice can handle Casterillo by himself without guidance from some mental training guy. That's for the weak, and you're not weak, are you?”
Black Ice Raab: “No.”
Erik: “Good because you're still not feeling me. You're still not using mean and sickening words about Casterillo. He's made a big mistake, allowing yourself to force me into your life again. You are a weak son of a bitch Konrad. You weak fool. How stupid do you think you'd be to ignore all of this time you're a sick psycho, seeking for blood and pain on wrestlers?”
Konrad shakes his head, knowing it's not true and he's already slowly gaining his deep voice, the one he usually uses for being The Black Ice and he says this.
Black Ice Raab: “Obviously, Iceman hasn't needed us; he hasn't needed us to do dirty work for him since April last year.”
Erik: “Well, the tables have turned. That's it, Konrad, you sound like how I remember. Tell me, what are you going to do to that fake wrestler?”
Black Ice Raab: “I'm going to make that motherfucker bleed, I'm going to make that weak piece of shit wish he hadn't run from me and I'm certainly going to make that little boy wish he hadn't made the mistake of ducking a fight from me.”
Heavy breathing from Konrad as he hadn't said mean things like that in a long time, not even the times when he could've done against Regan Street, but it wasn't necessary. He needed a break as he goes on his knees now, looking directly at the dusty mirror, but still was able to see himself before he spoke again.
Black Ice Raab: “I'm going to knock his ass out with my own hands, throwing him across the fucking ring and do nothing, but making him bleed and place Casterillo's blood on my skin. Iceman told Fizz to phone up to get wrestlers to face me so I can feel The Black Ice before facing Casterillo.”
Erik: “It's a good job he did because he knows himself you need to feel the power and practice of wanting to murder the fuck out of the training partner until he's done for. You'll make Casterillo choke on his blood; you'll force Casterillo to be in a whole world of pain and suffering from the hands and feet of you.”
Black Ice Raab: “Yes, I do everything you say. I will rip the life out of him, even giving him a few scars or two if they allow me to fight Casterillo in a cage to fuck him up, scraping his face and his entire body against the cage. I will make him struggle to breathe, make his ribs be completely fucked up in a way Damien Angel failed to do.”
Erik laughed at Konrad, feeling he's got the idea of being exactly how The Black Ice would react to a match he was going to be in, even if the rust was there and he says this.
Erik: “That's music to my ears, Konrad. You're feeling the power of being a motherfucking dangerous wrestler nobody wants to be in the ring with again?”
Black Ice Raab: “You damn right I do. Iceman ignored you for days for some reason, but I won't. I will need to beat the shit out of the training partner Fizz will give me.”
Erik: “Oh yes, she will do exactly that because after all, she created you, she created The Black Ice and let me control your mind to doing what it needs to do and in this case, make Casterillo suffer in a whole world of hell coming at him. I know for a damn fact, he's laughing at you, laughing how he's not taking us seriously. That's what the scared bitch Jason thought too until he learnt it himself.”
Black Ice clinches his fist, closing his eyes, feeling the wind blowing on him, feeling each breath Erik had like he was there to explore the psychotic mind of The Black Ice again and then he opens them and speaks.
Black Ice Raab: “He's a much bigger guy than Jason, but I will have to trip him up a few times and make him be a fucking cripple man when I lock in that Black Ice lock. I want to hurt his ankle so bad that he'll scream like a fucking bitch and hear the sound of the bones popping from his ankle will be the sound of music.”
Erik: “Oh you are ready you sick son of a bitch. You know damn well I'm going to consistently remind you, you thieve on blood, violence, pain and suffering. If they make this a DQ match, be within the rules, but you can exploit the damage on his body of ripping his ankle off and busting him open with your fists and knees.”
Black Ice Raab: “Yes master, I do everything you say until I capture the win from Casterillo.”
Both Konrad and Erik do an evil laugh that lasted for a long time as he breathes in and out, knowing it was finally over to speak to him and says this.
Black Ice Raab: “HAHA, that's more like it. I want to do this more often.”
It was for the best that Konrad takes the mask off which drops to the floor and automatically becomes a normal person once again and being the same old self-forces himself to say this, looking very lost.
Konrad Raab: “What the fuck happened? Has the nightmare gone forever? Why am I on my knees in front of a mirror? I should get back to Fizz.”
As he gets up from his feet, he picks the mask up, seeing the signs of what had happened which came clear to him that Erik and Black Ice have been talking to one another. He places it back where the face mask was, and he heads upstairs to Fizz in the living room as she says this.
Fizz Raab: “I found one person who's willing to take you on to get rid of the rust you have in The Black Ice side of you.”
Konrad Raab: “Thank god. I feel like I'm on another planet. I pray I can fucking sleep tonight after the voice kept talking so loud to me.”
Fizz Raab: “You do need sleep. You are exhausted, you've lashed out on everything today. You aren't normal today. I suggest you have an early night and head off to sleep right now.”
Konrad Raab: “Yeah, you're right.”
Konrad couldn't think of anything to say as his eyes felt like they had paper cuts in them and even being so grumpy because he hadn't been sleeping at all. He heads straight upstairs, taking his clothes off and puts his pyjamas on before he climbs into bed, turning the light off with a switch behind his back and closes his eyes to sleep.
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Fighting as The Black Ice training. Anaheim, California. Friday 8th March (Off Camera)
The training is badly needed for Konrad as he's concerned about the rust he has while fighting against a training partner Fizz picked for him. Fizz and the training partner weren't the only ones there this time; Fizz invited Jerry to come over to see Konrad's other side in action, so he gets to witness what Konrad's like as The Black Ice.
Jerry always wondered if Iceman version of Konrad was afraid of his other side. After all, he's back as the TV champion again. It's clear he needed the training as even the rust of putting the mask on alone a few days back was a sign of needing training badly. The guy he's training with was already feeling the pressure of The Black Ice as Fizz says this.
Fizz Raab: “Let him let loose on you as we discussed.”
Konrad's training partner: “Yeah, I can deal with any pain and suffering Black Ice will give to me. I can take it. I've dealt with worse before.”
Fizz Raab: “Maybe so, but do you know what happened to William when he trained here with Konrad? He got fucked up fast so I'd be careful what you'd say if I were you.”
After Fizz said that, it was something Jerry needed to discuss with Fizz as, after all, he's Konrad's mental trainer and was expecting something different as he says this to Fizz, while Konrad's getting ready in his bedroom to wrestle.
Jerry Flack: “So he fucks people up as this other side?”
Fizz Raab: “He does because it's not him that's in control. Well from the outside you think it is, but in reality, Erik usually controls Konrad because he knows if Iceman were there, he wouldn't do any of the stuff you're about to see.”
Jerry Flack: “What did you do to him to make him be this Black Ice guy?”
Fizz Raab: “I tapped into his dark side to let it out after the remorse he had when he spoke bad things about Kaden Kessler. He was frightened at first, but when he put on that mask, he was ready to go. He gets ready far quicker as The Black Ice than he does as The Iceman. You'll notice the differences right away, even in the locker room when he prepares for matches.”
Jerry got a few notes from Fizz and wrote it down as he only found out from Konrad a few weeks ago, he had another side to him, and it was taking Konrad a long time to come down. Once Jerry wrote down what he needed to do, Konrad came down to the basement with the wrestling ring ready set up, even with the mask on.
He gets into the ring with how he usually comes out as The Black Ice, and Konrad breathes intensely and even turns around, looking like Konrad's ready to kill someone, and he says this.
Black Ice Raab: “Who's the bastard that I'm fighting against today?”
Konrad's training partner: “I am, Ian Russells.”
Black Ice Raab: “Get your ass in the ring and let me show the world what Casterillo is about to experience a whole lot of hell.”
Ian nods as he gets into the ring and already, Ian does a number on Konrad, fearing that the rust was for real. His words may not have been rusty, but his in-ring work was because it's been so long and Fizz shouts out to Konrad.
Fizz Raab: “Beat him like a government mule Konrad. Unleash the fucking beast in you.”
It was until Ian looked at Fizz and winked at him as a sign of saying something that will tap into the side since Konrad's so rusty in the ring as predicted and Ian goes to say this.
Ian Russells: “I'm gonna go and fuck your wife after this; I'm showing her what a pathetic excuse of a father you are to your bastard kids.”
That was when Konrad let loose as he was suddenly feeling not rusty anymore. It's precisely what Fizz encouraged Ian to do as Black Ice was very viciously laying in the punches right in Ian's face, screaming very loudly as you could hear the screams from the outside as Konrad shows a sick smile on his face, being encouraged by his wife and Erik.
Jerry was shaking in fear on the damage Black Ice could do, especially the fact he saw Ian have blood on his face so fast. Black Ice viciously uses German Suplex across the ring and then even damages Ian's ribs, and Jerry says this quietly to Fizz.
Jerry Flack: “He scares the living shit out of me.”
Fizz Raab: “That's how he operates in the ring. That's when you know The Black Ice is unleashed when he does anything to hurt his opponents or in this case, do anything to hurt Casterillo.”
Jerry Flack: “I don't know if I like to see this. What scares me more is he's having fun with it.”
Fizz Raab: “Black Ice always takes great pleasure beating opponents viciously like that, especially when he does this.”
Black Ice places his victim's blood on his chest, showing the marks of a completely broken man as he gets into the submissions side of him and it was clear from that point on, the rust of fighting as The Black Ice was gone. You can hear Ian screaming for mercy with Konrad laughing in an intense voice, licking his lips.
Jerry Flack: “Jesus, someone needs to stop that man. It's getting too hard to watch.”
Fizz Raab: “No, it means Konrad's not feeling the rust anymore. That's what you'll be expecting when Black Ice thrives on giving pain to Casterillo and making him suffer, leaving him no room to breathe or run to because he can hurt Casterillo's feet before he can even walk away alive.”
Jerry Flack: “I don't know if I want to manage this Konrad.”
Fizz Raab: “You have to; it's the only way you'll get to know more about him. Aren't you glad you're seeing this now than the match itself?”
Jerry nodded, it was undoubtedly a good workout for Konrad who was doing everything to hurt this man, and when he locked on the Ice Lock, that's when Ian tapped out, even to a point he was crying because he's never felt that much pain in his life.
Konrad didn't seem to stop as he places his fist up and smashes Ian's face, even to pieces to a point Ian will have a black eye. It didn't seem like the beatings were going to stop, until Ian collapsed on the mat. There was no movement, and Fizz shouts out to Konrad.
Fizz Raab: “Stop.”
Listening to Fizz and Erik, Konrad was done as he gets out of the ring and Fizz removes the mask that helps him to unleash The Black Ice beast. It was that point, Konrad turned back and saw Ian laid out in the ring as he crouches down on the floor, even in tears at that point and Jerry sees the original side of Konrad. Fizz walks over to him and says this.
Konrad Raab: “What happened?”
Fizz Raab: “You did what needed to be let out.”
Konrad Raab: “What, literally killing the man?”
Fizz Raab: “Look, I know it scares you, but that guy was you. It needed to be let out for some time to do that amount of damage to Ian. Ian won't think of you any less of a person you are.”
What scared Konrad more is he saw Jerry being there, hoping he wouldn't come to watch him beat a guy to a point he couldn't stand. Jerry was already taking every single note of the damage The Black Ice could do and didn't expect him to be dangerous like that. Konrad attempted to go to the ring and see if Ian was alright.
Konrad Raab: “Look, I'm sorry what happened. I didn't mean to hurt you like that.”
Ian was moving a lot more now as Konrad helped him up and Ian giving him some feedback as he says this after just being able to be on his feet.
Ian Russells: “How do you remember doing what you did?”
Konrad Raab: “I don't; that's the problem. When I'm The Black Ice, I tend to say and do things I don't usually do. I have to get someone to tell me what happened cos I don't remember a damn thing.”
Ian Russells: “I believe you don't wrestle like that, but you're one scary motherfucker. I've never taken such a brutal beating like that. Dude, I know what you usually do in the ring, I watch wrestling all the time and you've gotten so much better.”
Konrad Raab: “It's because of the mental training course I went on in the summer to help me improve the mental side of things and well, it's paying off. I'm now confident doing anything to win matches.”
Ian Russells: “I can see that. Anyway, thanks for helping me up, I'm going home with being in so much pain and getting the doctor to attend my injuries as I know I've got a broken ankle and twisted my knee.”
Ian hops out of the ring with Konrad's assist and leaves Konrad's and Fizz's home to go to his own home. It freaked Konrad out on the thought he can be very dangerous on attempting to break someone as he did. He shakes his head in disgust, feeling disgusted at the way it was done. Fizz goes to him and says this.
Fizz Raab: “Don't you dare feel bad about hurting Ian. He can deal and take it. It was a good sign that The Black Ice seems to be a lot more dangerous than the past. Konrad, you need to accept the fact you done this and it was a good way of getting rid of that rust.”
Jerry Flack: “I was shaking my heels off my shoes, to be honest. You did things even I never thought you were capable of doing. I'm glad I got to see this preview of The Black Ice, and honestly, even if I'm scared of you as The Black Ice, I want to see more of this.”
Konrad Raab: “The thing is, you'll likely won't see it regularly because it's rare I'm forced to tap into this other side. I wish I didn't have this mental problem.”
Fizz Raab: “I think you need to sleep. You're tired and exhausted again. Have an early night, and I do my own thing. Jerry, you may go home now. Konrad will see you on Sunday.”
Jerry nods as it was the end for the demonstration of The Black Ice of what he'll experience with Konrad and the other side for one night as he leaves their home to head back to his own home to shake off the cobwebs of how terrifying Konrad can be. Konrad on the other hand still was coming to terms of the damage he done.
Fizz leaves Konrad to be on his own for a bit, needing to gather himself, even if it leads him to smoking cannabis again in the special room to calm down. He then goes up to his bedroom to go straight off to sleep after a tiring day of training until he gets his clothes both for use outdoors and the wrestling clothes he places in his bag.
He also had other things he places in his bag before Konrad sets off to the airport, meeting with Jerry before flying to Chicago, Illinois to get his taxi as Konrad only had hand luggage to head to his apartment where Konrad gets some sleep once he arrives.
Ever since Casterillo was interviewed on Breakdown this week, he heard a hunting voice he hadn't heard since before April last year. He couldn't sleep or ignore it anymore to a point it was clear the voice wanted to talk to Konrad. He was in his home with Fizz, and he thought so much about Casterillo, and she already sees the thoughts Konrad's having, even closing and opening his eyes, closing his ears and growling the house down.
Fizz has noticed Konrad's behaviour, ever since he got home yesterday hence why she had the kids to be taken to her brother's house last night, and he breathes heavily to a point he screams to say this.
Konrad Raab: “Shut up.”
Konrad rocks backwards and forwards, the problem was the haunting voice was shouting at him, and Fizz sees the behaviour is much worse than it was yesterday as his behaviour is erratic, going bullshit crazy and it was up until the point of Fizz going to say anything, Konrad does, and he says this.
Konrad Raab: “I need to do some training as The Black Ice.”
Fizz Raab: “Why?”
Konrad Raab: “Because it's been too long the last time I've had to be this guy, but Casterillo has left me no fucking choice. He's refused matches with me ever since December, and he runs from me. Remind me who he acts like?”
Fizz Raab: “Jason Helms?”
Konrad Raab: “Exactly. Now I want you to go to the gym and ask around for any male wrestlers, not tonight, but anytime before Retribution PPV because I need to feel the power of The Black Ice.”
It was a long time since Konrad had to be forced to be The Black Ice and the voice of Erik had hunted Konrad down again, and he provokes him to go to talk to him, saying you aren't ignoring me, Konrad.
Konrad Raab: “Erik, stop it. I'm not ready to talk to you.”
What was worse is Konrad's rocking back and forth on the chair as Fizz had forgotten how scary Konrad could be when he's in a psychotic mood. She doesn't say anything up until she sees Konrad being relaxed. He eventually stops rocking himself on the chair and responds to this.
Fizz Raab: “Of course I will. I will leave you to go to the basement and talk because it's clear Erik wants to talk to you for many days, preventing you from sleeping.”
Konrad Raab: “It seems so, doesn't it?”
Fizz Raab: “Yes, now go and speak to him. I quite agree you do need to be The Black Ice again because he's almost doing the same things as Jason did, pushing you around and you are letting him get away with it. I let you know when you come back up here who I found to train with when you come back home from Indianapolis.”
Konrad nodded as it's all he could do, being extra cautious of what happened last time and even Fizz was too, but it didn't help to remind Fizz about it.
Konrad Raab: “Stay away from me until I'm done talking to Erik.”
Fizz nods before Konrad without kissing or hugging Fizz like he usually does end up going down to the basement and to a room where he regularly smokes his cannabis. He closes the door and goes to see the two masks he has in the room, his usual one for matches and his Black Ice one.
He blows the dust off The Black Ice before he picks it up, shakes the cobwebs off and he puts it on his face. Because it's been so long the last time he wore it, it was taking him half an hour to feel he had the power back. He sits in front of the mirror, looking straight at it and he says this.
Black Ice Raab: “What do you want Erik?”
Erik: “You.”
Black Ice Raab: “What for?”
Erik: “To talk about what you're gonna do to that ducking bitch, Casterillo, was it his name?”
Black Ice Raab: “Correct.”
Erik: “Konrad, you've let this stupid son of a bitch walk all over you. Granted, you weren't the man you once were, ignoring shit and being a better wrestler, even leading you to the TV title, but you've lost sight of who the fuck you are. You've lost the power of being The Black Ice.”
Erik was right; it's been too long since the match against Damien Angel that Konrad had forgotten about his dark side. It's long forgotten because there hadn't been a reason for him to use it, until now and Erik speaks again.
Erik: “You was thinking about going to this Black Ice side huh?”
Black Ice Raab: “Yes master, I want to teach that pussy the respect of wrestling and not hide from me.”
Erik: “You are going to fucking hurt the guy, you are going to hurt the fact he's treating you like you aren't relevant. Does it make your blood boil that he keeps running away from your bitch ass?”
Black Ice Raab: “Yes master.”
Erik: “Welcome back to your psychotic side Konrad. Aside you forgot about until you reminded the world of a side you used a week ago. You also haven't told that guy you seem to hang around. What's that guy used for?”
It was clear Erik had been following Konrad for months with him knowing about a guy who keeps being with him in the locker rooms, in hotel rooms and his apartment. It was time to keep Erik updated with it as he was bound to hear his voice, even though he wasn't a real person.
Black Ice Raab: “His name is Jerry Flack, and he's Iceman's mental trainer. He's used him instead of you.”
Erik: "Jerry isn't needed for the mission. Iceman can have him, but The Black Ice walks alone. Black Ice can handle Casterillo by himself without guidance from some mental training guy. That's for the weak, and you're not weak, are you?”
Black Ice Raab: “No.”
Erik: “Good because you're still not feeling me. You're still not using mean and sickening words about Casterillo. He's made a big mistake, allowing yourself to force me into your life again. You are a weak son of a bitch Konrad. You weak fool. How stupid do you think you'd be to ignore all of this time you're a sick psycho, seeking for blood and pain on wrestlers?”
Konrad shakes his head, knowing it's not true and he's already slowly gaining his deep voice, the one he usually uses for being The Black Ice and he says this.
Black Ice Raab: “Obviously, Iceman hasn't needed us; he hasn't needed us to do dirty work for him since April last year.”
Erik: “Well, the tables have turned. That's it, Konrad, you sound like how I remember. Tell me, what are you going to do to that fake wrestler?”
Black Ice Raab: “I'm going to make that motherfucker bleed, I'm going to make that weak piece of shit wish he hadn't run from me and I'm certainly going to make that little boy wish he hadn't made the mistake of ducking a fight from me.”
Heavy breathing from Konrad as he hadn't said mean things like that in a long time, not even the times when he could've done against Regan Street, but it wasn't necessary. He needed a break as he goes on his knees now, looking directly at the dusty mirror, but still was able to see himself before he spoke again.
Black Ice Raab: “I'm going to knock his ass out with my own hands, throwing him across the fucking ring and do nothing, but making him bleed and place Casterillo's blood on my skin. Iceman told Fizz to phone up to get wrestlers to face me so I can feel The Black Ice before facing Casterillo.”
Erik: “It's a good job he did because he knows himself you need to feel the power and practice of wanting to murder the fuck out of the training partner until he's done for. You'll make Casterillo choke on his blood; you'll force Casterillo to be in a whole world of pain and suffering from the hands and feet of you.”
Black Ice Raab: “Yes, I do everything you say. I will rip the life out of him, even giving him a few scars or two if they allow me to fight Casterillo in a cage to fuck him up, scraping his face and his entire body against the cage. I will make him struggle to breathe, make his ribs be completely fucked up in a way Damien Angel failed to do.”
Erik laughed at Konrad, feeling he's got the idea of being exactly how The Black Ice would react to a match he was going to be in, even if the rust was there and he says this.
Erik: “That's music to my ears, Konrad. You're feeling the power of being a motherfucking dangerous wrestler nobody wants to be in the ring with again?”
Black Ice Raab: “You damn right I do. Iceman ignored you for days for some reason, but I won't. I will need to beat the shit out of the training partner Fizz will give me.”
Erik: “Oh yes, she will do exactly that because after all, she created you, she created The Black Ice and let me control your mind to doing what it needs to do and in this case, make Casterillo suffer in a whole world of hell coming at him. I know for a damn fact, he's laughing at you, laughing how he's not taking us seriously. That's what the scared bitch Jason thought too until he learnt it himself.”
Black Ice clinches his fist, closing his eyes, feeling the wind blowing on him, feeling each breath Erik had like he was there to explore the psychotic mind of The Black Ice again and then he opens them and speaks.
Black Ice Raab: “He's a much bigger guy than Jason, but I will have to trip him up a few times and make him be a fucking cripple man when I lock in that Black Ice lock. I want to hurt his ankle so bad that he'll scream like a fucking bitch and hear the sound of the bones popping from his ankle will be the sound of music.”
Erik: “Oh you are ready you sick son of a bitch. You know damn well I'm going to consistently remind you, you thieve on blood, violence, pain and suffering. If they make this a DQ match, be within the rules, but you can exploit the damage on his body of ripping his ankle off and busting him open with your fists and knees.”
Black Ice Raab: “Yes master, I do everything you say until I capture the win from Casterillo.”
Both Konrad and Erik do an evil laugh that lasted for a long time as he breathes in and out, knowing it was finally over to speak to him and says this.
Black Ice Raab: “HAHA, that's more like it. I want to do this more often.”
It was for the best that Konrad takes the mask off which drops to the floor and automatically becomes a normal person once again and being the same old self-forces himself to say this, looking very lost.
Konrad Raab: “What the fuck happened? Has the nightmare gone forever? Why am I on my knees in front of a mirror? I should get back to Fizz.”
As he gets up from his feet, he picks the mask up, seeing the signs of what had happened which came clear to him that Erik and Black Ice have been talking to one another. He places it back where the face mask was, and he heads upstairs to Fizz in the living room as she says this.
Fizz Raab: “I found one person who's willing to take you on to get rid of the rust you have in The Black Ice side of you.”
Konrad Raab: “Thank god. I feel like I'm on another planet. I pray I can fucking sleep tonight after the voice kept talking so loud to me.”
Fizz Raab: “You do need sleep. You are exhausted, you've lashed out on everything today. You aren't normal today. I suggest you have an early night and head off to sleep right now.”
Konrad Raab: “Yeah, you're right.”
Konrad couldn't think of anything to say as his eyes felt like they had paper cuts in them and even being so grumpy because he hadn't been sleeping at all. He heads straight upstairs, taking his clothes off and puts his pyjamas on before he climbs into bed, turning the light off with a switch behind his back and closes his eyes to sleep.
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Fighting as The Black Ice training. Anaheim, California. Friday 8th March (Off Camera)
The training is badly needed for Konrad as he's concerned about the rust he has while fighting against a training partner Fizz picked for him. Fizz and the training partner weren't the only ones there this time; Fizz invited Jerry to come over to see Konrad's other side in action, so he gets to witness what Konrad's like as The Black Ice.
Jerry always wondered if Iceman version of Konrad was afraid of his other side. After all, he's back as the TV champion again. It's clear he needed the training as even the rust of putting the mask on alone a few days back was a sign of needing training badly. The guy he's training with was already feeling the pressure of The Black Ice as Fizz says this.
Fizz Raab: “Let him let loose on you as we discussed.”
Konrad's training partner: “Yeah, I can deal with any pain and suffering Black Ice will give to me. I can take it. I've dealt with worse before.”
Fizz Raab: “Maybe so, but do you know what happened to William when he trained here with Konrad? He got fucked up fast so I'd be careful what you'd say if I were you.”
After Fizz said that, it was something Jerry needed to discuss with Fizz as, after all, he's Konrad's mental trainer and was expecting something different as he says this to Fizz, while Konrad's getting ready in his bedroom to wrestle.
Jerry Flack: “So he fucks people up as this other side?”
Fizz Raab: “He does because it's not him that's in control. Well from the outside you think it is, but in reality, Erik usually controls Konrad because he knows if Iceman were there, he wouldn't do any of the stuff you're about to see.”
Jerry Flack: “What did you do to him to make him be this Black Ice guy?”
Fizz Raab: “I tapped into his dark side to let it out after the remorse he had when he spoke bad things about Kaden Kessler. He was frightened at first, but when he put on that mask, he was ready to go. He gets ready far quicker as The Black Ice than he does as The Iceman. You'll notice the differences right away, even in the locker room when he prepares for matches.”
Jerry got a few notes from Fizz and wrote it down as he only found out from Konrad a few weeks ago, he had another side to him, and it was taking Konrad a long time to come down. Once Jerry wrote down what he needed to do, Konrad came down to the basement with the wrestling ring ready set up, even with the mask on.
He gets into the ring with how he usually comes out as The Black Ice, and Konrad breathes intensely and even turns around, looking like Konrad's ready to kill someone, and he says this.
Black Ice Raab: “Who's the bastard that I'm fighting against today?”
Konrad's training partner: “I am, Ian Russells.”
Black Ice Raab: “Get your ass in the ring and let me show the world what Casterillo is about to experience a whole lot of hell.”
Ian nods as he gets into the ring and already, Ian does a number on Konrad, fearing that the rust was for real. His words may not have been rusty, but his in-ring work was because it's been so long and Fizz shouts out to Konrad.
Fizz Raab: “Beat him like a government mule Konrad. Unleash the fucking beast in you.”
It was until Ian looked at Fizz and winked at him as a sign of saying something that will tap into the side since Konrad's so rusty in the ring as predicted and Ian goes to say this.
Ian Russells: “I'm gonna go and fuck your wife after this; I'm showing her what a pathetic excuse of a father you are to your bastard kids.”
That was when Konrad let loose as he was suddenly feeling not rusty anymore. It's precisely what Fizz encouraged Ian to do as Black Ice was very viciously laying in the punches right in Ian's face, screaming very loudly as you could hear the screams from the outside as Konrad shows a sick smile on his face, being encouraged by his wife and Erik.
Jerry was shaking in fear on the damage Black Ice could do, especially the fact he saw Ian have blood on his face so fast. Black Ice viciously uses German Suplex across the ring and then even damages Ian's ribs, and Jerry says this quietly to Fizz.
Jerry Flack: “He scares the living shit out of me.”
Fizz Raab: “That's how he operates in the ring. That's when you know The Black Ice is unleashed when he does anything to hurt his opponents or in this case, do anything to hurt Casterillo.”
Jerry Flack: “I don't know if I like to see this. What scares me more is he's having fun with it.”
Fizz Raab: “Black Ice always takes great pleasure beating opponents viciously like that, especially when he does this.”
Black Ice places his victim's blood on his chest, showing the marks of a completely broken man as he gets into the submissions side of him and it was clear from that point on, the rust of fighting as The Black Ice was gone. You can hear Ian screaming for mercy with Konrad laughing in an intense voice, licking his lips.
Jerry Flack: “Jesus, someone needs to stop that man. It's getting too hard to watch.”
Fizz Raab: “No, it means Konrad's not feeling the rust anymore. That's what you'll be expecting when Black Ice thrives on giving pain to Casterillo and making him suffer, leaving him no room to breathe or run to because he can hurt Casterillo's feet before he can even walk away alive.”
Jerry Flack: “I don't know if I want to manage this Konrad.”
Fizz Raab: “You have to; it's the only way you'll get to know more about him. Aren't you glad you're seeing this now than the match itself?”
Jerry nodded, it was undoubtedly a good workout for Konrad who was doing everything to hurt this man, and when he locked on the Ice Lock, that's when Ian tapped out, even to a point he was crying because he's never felt that much pain in his life.
Konrad didn't seem to stop as he places his fist up and smashes Ian's face, even to pieces to a point Ian will have a black eye. It didn't seem like the beatings were going to stop, until Ian collapsed on the mat. There was no movement, and Fizz shouts out to Konrad.
Fizz Raab: “Stop.”
Listening to Fizz and Erik, Konrad was done as he gets out of the ring and Fizz removes the mask that helps him to unleash The Black Ice beast. It was that point, Konrad turned back and saw Ian laid out in the ring as he crouches down on the floor, even in tears at that point and Jerry sees the original side of Konrad. Fizz walks over to him and says this.
Konrad Raab: “What happened?”
Fizz Raab: “You did what needed to be let out.”
Konrad Raab: “What, literally killing the man?”
Fizz Raab: “Look, I know it scares you, but that guy was you. It needed to be let out for some time to do that amount of damage to Ian. Ian won't think of you any less of a person you are.”
What scared Konrad more is he saw Jerry being there, hoping he wouldn't come to watch him beat a guy to a point he couldn't stand. Jerry was already taking every single note of the damage The Black Ice could do and didn't expect him to be dangerous like that. Konrad attempted to go to the ring and see if Ian was alright.
Konrad Raab: “Look, I'm sorry what happened. I didn't mean to hurt you like that.”
Ian was moving a lot more now as Konrad helped him up and Ian giving him some feedback as he says this after just being able to be on his feet.
Ian Russells: “How do you remember doing what you did?”
Konrad Raab: “I don't; that's the problem. When I'm The Black Ice, I tend to say and do things I don't usually do. I have to get someone to tell me what happened cos I don't remember a damn thing.”
Ian Russells: “I believe you don't wrestle like that, but you're one scary motherfucker. I've never taken such a brutal beating like that. Dude, I know what you usually do in the ring, I watch wrestling all the time and you've gotten so much better.”
Konrad Raab: “It's because of the mental training course I went on in the summer to help me improve the mental side of things and well, it's paying off. I'm now confident doing anything to win matches.”
Ian Russells: “I can see that. Anyway, thanks for helping me up, I'm going home with being in so much pain and getting the doctor to attend my injuries as I know I've got a broken ankle and twisted my knee.”
Ian hops out of the ring with Konrad's assist and leaves Konrad's and Fizz's home to go to his own home. It freaked Konrad out on the thought he can be very dangerous on attempting to break someone as he did. He shakes his head in disgust, feeling disgusted at the way it was done. Fizz goes to him and says this.
Fizz Raab: “Don't you dare feel bad about hurting Ian. He can deal and take it. It was a good sign that The Black Ice seems to be a lot more dangerous than the past. Konrad, you need to accept the fact you done this and it was a good way of getting rid of that rust.”
Jerry Flack: “I was shaking my heels off my shoes, to be honest. You did things even I never thought you were capable of doing. I'm glad I got to see this preview of The Black Ice, and honestly, even if I'm scared of you as The Black Ice, I want to see more of this.”
Konrad Raab: “The thing is, you'll likely won't see it regularly because it's rare I'm forced to tap into this other side. I wish I didn't have this mental problem.”
Fizz Raab: “I think you need to sleep. You're tired and exhausted again. Have an early night, and I do my own thing. Jerry, you may go home now. Konrad will see you on Sunday.”
Jerry nods as it was the end for the demonstration of The Black Ice of what he'll experience with Konrad and the other side for one night as he leaves their home to head back to his own home to shake off the cobwebs of how terrifying Konrad can be. Konrad on the other hand still was coming to terms of the damage he done.
Fizz leaves Konrad to be on his own for a bit, needing to gather himself, even if it leads him to smoking cannabis again in the special room to calm down. He then goes up to his bedroom to go straight off to sleep after a tiring day of training until he gets his clothes both for use outdoors and the wrestling clothes he places in his bag.
He also had other things he places in his bag before Konrad sets off to the airport, meeting with Jerry before flying to Chicago, Illinois to get his taxi as Konrad only had hand luggage to head to his apartment where Konrad gets some sleep once he arrives.