The history of Konrad's grandfather's flanged German mace.

Chicago, Illinois. Thursday 2nd June 2022.

Just a regular day of playing soccer with my adopted son, Sebastian, as we always have more time together than people know. Still, it was a good exercise for both of us, even if Frankie wanted to join in, but I kept throwing a small ball for Frankie to go and fetch to distract him, and Sebastian sometimes did. We stopped playing soccer, and Sebastian said he had to go to a friend's house and goes to sleep there for the night. Of course, Sebastian had made many friends at school and felt comfortable living in Chicago. As he left our home to meet with a friend, I picked the ball up and placed it in the garage.

Then I picked up two goal posts and put them in the garage. As I slid them into place, something fell from the above shelf. I stood back a bit on the item as I crouched down, looking directly at it. I scratched my head, and I knew nobody in wrestling would have absolutely nothing to do with this piece of weapon, I doubt they even know what it is, and I don't think any of the wrestlers keep something like that a secret.

Konrad Raab: “What the hell? I don't ever remember seeing or given this. I wonder if my mum knows anything about this weapon?"

She was the only one who could know about this secret weapon I found in my stash of items. As I picked it up, it felt pretty heavy, but at the same time, I touched the spikes of this metal piece of the weapon, and it looked like it could hurt someone. It was like a cane, but in metal form and with at least seven spikes. One was on the cane's tip, and the six were on the side. There must be a reason for it here. So I took it out of the garage and closed it with a button before I went back into the house and went upstairs to my bedroom.

I picked up the phone, went through my contacts, and pressed the call button when I reached my mum. I took my shoes off and placed the cane on my bed as I waited for the phone call to go through as international calls took a bit longer. Finally, the phone picked up to hopefully get my needed answers about this cane.

Woman on the phone: "Hello?"

Konrad Raab: “Hello mum, it's me.”

Ingrid Raab (Konrad Raab's mum): “Oh Konrad, I'm so glad you called. Been a while since I last heard from you. How you been doing?"

Konrad Raab: "I'm doing well, thank you. Yourself?"

Ingrid Raab: "I'm good as well. What can I help you with?"

Admittedly, I did neglect my mother at times on speaking to her on the phone, considering I rarely to never speak to her. Because I didn't want to talk about my problems all the time, especially when she knew most of what I was going through. She knows about my rapid eye movement disorder and other issues with my dad. So I picked up this cane and placed it on my lap.

Konrad Raab: "Can you tell me about this cane I found in my home? It's metal and has seven spikes all around it."

Ingrid Raab: "Oh, you finally manage to find that, huh? I knew you would eventually."

Konrad Raab: "What? You mean to tell me that I was meant to find this?"

Ingrid Raab: "Yes, because I put it in your old home in California. There's a reason for that. What you got there isn't a cane. It's a flanged German mace."

I still am lost why it was in my home; heck, why didn't Markus want to take care of it or why it wasn't given to him, considering it was more his thing to collect weapons like this than for someone like me? However, I could tell from my mum's voice that she wanted to talk more about the flanged German mace, part of my culture or at least I think it was.

Ingrid Raab: "I know you're wondering why Markus doesn't have this weapon; it's because your grandfather, when he passed away, left a note and told me to give flanged German mace to you. Markus got a German sword. He wanted you both to have something to remember him by. I can't believe it took you all this time to find it."

Konrad Raab: "I didn't aim to search for it. It fell from the floor from the shelf when I was putting the goal posts away. Was my grandfather in a war or something?"

Ingrid Raab: "He did a lot of medieval horse wars with that flanged German mace and knocked a lot of people off their horses. He also fought with it and other knights he battled in Germany and killed many people. Which explains why you and Markus have violence built into you because of that side of the family."

It was interesting that my mother was behind this all along; more surprised it took me so long to find it. I wasn't expecting to receive anything like this, considering I didn't have many family memories of my life. So to have this weapon attached to my family felt for the first time, I was worth belonging to the family. Although I most likely have dreams of someone using this weapon on me now.

Konrad Raab: “I don't understand.”

Ingrid Raab: "You're grandfather wanted you to have the weapon because he always felt you were special. He loved you more so than your father ever did. He felt so sorry when your father tried to kill you and made you who you are. You and your grandfather were close. He wanted to be a father to you, but we never got the plans done because I wanted you a part of our family."

It made me have a massive smile on my face, knowing my grandfather did want to take care of me as his son and that he loved me. Mainly I had no idea he was close to me. It felt like I belonged. Such a shame he's not alive anymore to teach me the ways of how he coped with my father treating me like shit.

Konrad Raab: "If that's the case, I will proudly honour it. I do want to use this in wrestling, though. I feel it would be a great weapon for me to use. If it's a part of my family's legacy, I'd gladly represent my grandfather with this weapon. It would stand me out from everyone else in wrestling. I'll start using it on Monday, and then I will start using it at Rise To Greatness, well, depending if I'm not on the bullshit pre-show again."

Ingrid Raab: "I don't think your grandfather will have a problem with you using it. I would be happy for you to take it to the wrestling ring and use it on wrestlers. You are one special son, and just because you hate the world, never forget I love you, and I took care of you."

Konrad Raab: "I know you love me, and I love you too. I didn't know this until now in my grandfather's life and this flanged German mace he wanted me to have. I will use it in wrestling. Just watch what I'll do with this thing. Thanks for explaining this to me. I'll be coming back to Germany sometime next month and want to see you and get this whole you having a boyfriend sorted."

I put the phone down as I looked at the weapon for the last time, pouring tears in happiness that I did belong in the family as she placed it back on the bed. Still, I wasn't going to allow these wrestling fucks to find out why this weapon would be the most important thing I'll bring to wrestling venues for the rest of my life.

I left it on the bed, got up from my bed as I went downstairs, and placed the leash on Frankie, who was waiting for me. I patted his head and then gave him a long stroke. I then left the house with Frankie and went for a walk in the park, remembering the weapon in my mind, knowing I would be using the weapon in wrestling sooner than later. Just the wrestlers or the companies don't know it yet.