Konrad Raab vs. Ravyn Taylor

[Konrad Raab]

2 RP Limit for singles

3500 word max per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 PM Wednesday, May 10, 2023

[Konrad Raab]

Omaha, Nebraska. Saturday 6th May. (Off-Camera)

That day, I remembered Darren saying to me a while ago that I needed to make friends and have an active social life outside of racing. Granted, I have started going to strip clubs to see some hot women, and some I end up having sex with. However, this was not the case when it came to someone. I remember giving me some acknowledgement and praise that I was unwilling to provide Kimberly Williams with. I will admit when she was angry and vicious, part of me got turned on by her, but I knew she was spoken for. I knew she was off limits, but god damn, how much I wanted to fuck her at times.

Anyway, I walked into the arena, still shaky because I knew other wrestlers would be around, and I was hours early for the show. But simultaneously, as much as it pains my soul, I had to do it. I got no fucking choice. I saw her talking to Angelica about what the apparent plan was for tonight when it comes to the Underground title match. I stood there, not wanting to raise attention, as I was shaky and sweaty because I was so scared of social interaction. I waited until Kim went to speak to a backstage worker, and Angelica turned around and saw me.

Angelica Jones: "You want to talk to Kim, don't you?"

I nodded because I couldn't bring myself to speak when I was sweaty and afraid, and she saw that in me, saw how shaky I was. Kim was talking to a backstage worker.

Angelica Jones: "Hey Kim, one of your friends wants to talk to you."

Kim stopped talking to the backstage worker and turned around to see me standing around, and she screamed out at the top of her lungs.

Kimberly Williams: "Oktoberfest."

I stood there, unsure how to react to Kimberly screaming at me. I was still nervous. Then again, I thought Kim was hot and always had been, but knowing she was off limits. Then again, I'm still not comfortable with the situation.

Angelica Jones: "I leave you two to it. I got business to handle."

Angelica went away, and my nerves relaxed a bit. At the same time, I was still pouring sweat all over the place due to my nerves, and they were still there. Kimberly walked to her locker room and closed the door as we sat.

Kimberly Williams: "I'm so happy to see you. Finally, you're not hiding from talking to me anymore."

Konrad Raab: "There's more for me to say than for you. Look, I know I've been really fucking shitty to you, and I'm sorry, first of all. I had a counsellor for a bit here, telling me that you wanted to be my friend with the shirts you wore to support me, but the problem was when I was going to talk to you, we ended up facing each other. Also, I couldn't get over how hurt I was when I opened up to Drake, Tommy and Kandis when they said I was a dead weight. Because of how heavily guarded I was due to that, I shut you down, and you didn't deserve that."

Kimberly Williams: "I was wondering when you noticed the support I had for you. I understand it was scary for you to have someone supporting you, but what I was doing was helping you. I wanted this discussion for a long time, but you're so hostile and angry. I'm guessing you had a really shitty life."

I paused as Kimberly got me right away. I nodded, and she passed me some water because she saw how sweaty I was, being nervous and afraid of talking to her and drank some water, and I did. This was when for the first time, I was going to speak first.

Konrad Raab: “My dad. When I was five, he beat the living shit out of me and has done that every day since. I couldn't defend myself because my dad said I couldn't. When I was ten, he tried to burn me. All because he never wanted me in his life. He sent me to the army to try and get me killed. Until now, I wasn't able to express the anger I could. It's all from my past, on top of Kandis, Tommy, and Drake fucking made me feel like a piece of shit. I've not spoken to anyone in wrestling since."

It was rough because I didn't know how this would come across when it came to Kimberly due to how nervous and frightened I was. I even felt like crying, and I have no idea why. It could be a relief from opening up.

Kimberly Williams: "I understand; I've also gone through the same shit with my family. Not to the extent you told me, but I don't give a shit, to be honest. I now understand why you pushed me away. You were protecting yourself. You didn't need to do that with me. I love the violence, passion and brutality you brought. Heck, nobody up until that point had wanted to kill me as much as you did in wrestling, ever."

Konrad Raab: "I still carry the glass you put on me. I got to admit, wrestling you was a lot of fucking fun. I loved the minute of being in hardcore matches. It makes me feel so much better. I love to hurt and cause chaos to my enemies because I love them being in pain and enjoying watching them in pain from how I fucking emotionally feel every day. Do you know something? It made me enjoy wrestling so much more."

Kimberly Williams: "Yeah, well, I really hope one day, you will change your life around or, at best, have that gauntlet match you want so much, and I will take part when it comes because I want to help you. I always will support you. I'm glad you're talking to me about it. I've been meaning to talk to you to be brutally honest that you need to think about having a manager or a tag partner for the mess you're in."

Konrad Raab: "There isn't anyone I trust in wrestling I'd team with, and I will never trust any wrestler ever again. I rather do shit myself than have a helping hand and become a pussy. I don't want those worthless tag titles. They are a fucking curse. I don't want managers either because they will hold me back. I don't want them to sneakily do business shit with me. I feel Mr Dickhead is secretly finding a manager for me without me telling him to. I fucking sense it. I also sense I know who fucking attacked me too. It can't be anyone but Ace's fucking brother Damien."

I knew I was getting my anger out way too much, more so that although I got what Kim was saying, I refused to be held back by anyone since I had been held back from unleashing violence my entire life. I wouldn't go through any of that again, especially since I fucking loved hurting people. Although I do have something to say to Kim.

Konrad Raab: “That Xander Valentine is a lying snitch. He's not a monster anymore; he's pathetic. He's weak, and I always thought that with him, trying to make it as if you're siding with Adam, and I know you're not at all."

Kimberly Williams: "It's annoying he's putting this blame onto me."

Konrad Raab: "Then take the cunt's fucking head off. I don't know why you're letting your guard down lately. I want the chaotic Kim back. I want Kim to beat the shit out of Xander instead of allowing him to be a fucking snitch."

Kimberly Williams: "I wish I could teach the guy some lessons, but once I got the Underground title, I wanted to change. I have done what I needed to do, and I had enough of being aggressive and mean to people. There will be a time for you to do that; maybe that gauntlet match of yours where you said the only way the match stops is if you pass out might want you to change."

I hated when she was right, but this doesn't mean I will leave her side not anymore after the brutality wrestling we had. I fucking loved our matches, one of the best matches I've had since being here, and it's pretty ironic it was almost a year ago; we beat each other to death almost. I pulled a ticket and a VIP pass for her out of my pocket.

Kimberly Williams: "What is this ticket and VIP pass for?"

Konrad Raab: "One of those tickets is for the premier of the Solarless movie coming out in July that you congratulated me for. The VIP pass is to see me race in NASCAR. It's valid for any round you go to. It's my way of apologising for not acknowledging your support. Thank you for supporting me."

Kimberly Williams: "You're welcome. Thank you for these items. I will be at both of those things for you. Please never feel afraid to talk to me because I will always be here for you if you need to talk anytime. You can always talk about fighting me for the Underground title again. I see it in your eyes and burning passion; you want to go for that title again. Maybe not right now, but I know you want another shot at it."

Konrad Raab: "I'm done with titles. Every time I go for titles, they make me miserable, likewise with wins and losses. It's why when I wrestle with hurting and beating the fuck out of my opponents, it's the one thing that does make me happy, and I still achieve something, win or a loss."

I immediately went to hug Kimberly because my body was triggered to do that, and it felt good to hug a wrestler I could always talk to. It was more of a thank you, and then I drank more water and nodded at Kim, hopefully understanding that my goal wasn't to win titles anymore and it was to hurt and make enemies suffer.

I then did the strangest thing: kiss Kim on her cheek. I stopped and took a few steps back before I did something I would regret, wildly how uncontrollable I was with sex lately. I left the locker room to head back into my own locker room, knowing what my plans would be for tonight with a smirk on my face.

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Galesburg, Illinois. Tuesday 9th May (Off-Camera)

An hour away from where Justin Haley and I were going to do dirt car racing with our UMP Modified cars, challenging me via a text on my phone and agreed tomorrow night, I needed some fun in my life. Admittedly, I feel lonely sometimes on the road, considering Kimberly, as from last week, were actually friends. Still, I knew she wasn't always available, and NASCAR drivers have their own lives.

So I've been using strip clubs to talk to women because I rarely speak to women apart from my loved ones, AJ's wife and Kimberly. Only AJ's wife and Kimberly I considered as my female friends. But that changed when I started going to strip clubs. I walked into the strip club called The Pony, and nearly ninety-nine per cent of the security knew who I was, whether it was NASCAR racing or wrestling. I also ordered a couple of alcoholic drinks, and I took a seat directly in front of the pole and saw, from my own eyes, sexy female strippers dancing on a pole.

I chucked some money as I drank some whiskey they were offering for two dollars each tonight, and the lady with black hair, while dancing on the pole, smiled at me and even winked as she did dance towards other men at the club, but she always came towards me. So I watched this woman for fifteen minutes before she went off. As I was drinking my first glass of whiskey and making sure I drank the second one I had brought, the black-haired lady came over and spoke.

Black hair lady: "You want a dance?"

Konrad Raab: “Hell yes.”

Black hair lady: "Come with me."

She took my hand and dragged me as I wanted this attention from a lady tonight and felt like I needed it after everything. She didn't take me to a regular private room but to a VIP private room. Obviously, she knew I was a celebrity of some sort, and I sat down, giving her fifty dollars, and I read the rules on the wall not to touch, which was okay because I could get sex anywhere, although I have had sex with strippers before, but rarely. She sat on my lap, dancing and spoke to me.

Black hair lady: "I know you. You're that wrestler and NASCAR driver, Konrad Raab, right?"

Konrad Raab: "That's a good starting point."

Black hair lady: "I'm Carmella. What brings you here tonight, Mr Raab?"

Konrad Raab: "To be quite honest, out of boredom. Because I'm quite lonely. I barely have any friends, and when I have friends, they are all men from NASCAR or dirt car racing. Hence why I'm here because I got challenged by Justin Haley to do dirt car racing in Lewistown."

I felt comfortable talking to Carmella already, even if she gave me your sexy eye, but it was the attention I needed. I loved it and had done almost sexy dancing, pressing her breasts to my face. I really wanted to touch her so badly, but I couldn't.

Carmella: "I'm sorry you feel lonely, Mr Raab when you're away from races. Seems you have come to the right place. Is there a reason you can't connect with wrestlers?"

Konrad Raab: "I got to be honest, I've been hurt by three people in the past, and until last week, I opened up to a wrestler for the first time since two thousand and twenty-one. I'm in pain emotionally every day because of my rough upbringing, with my dad beating the hell out of me, and then I get shut down. Why? Because of my age."

Carmella: "Mr Raab, you seem really angry. I'm here to relax you. I'm sorry your father was a piece of work to you. You're safe here. I won't tell anyone. However, can I ask how old you are so we can talk about it?"

Konrad Raab: "I'm fifty-six. God damn, baby, you're so sexy."

I didn't mean to get angry at her, and it's the first time I admitted that especially my psychopath and borderline personality disorder, kicked at the wrong person, which had nothing to do with my mood. I commented on reassuring her that her relaxing me was working and giving her some praise always worked like a trick. She kept dancing.

Carmella: "I can't imagine how difficult that must be to be surrounded by young wrestlers, and you can't fit in because of your age. I might be younger than you, I'm thirty-seven, but I won't tell anyone what you said. Consider this being a private conversation that you needed to let out."

Konrad Raab: "I'm sorry I got angry at you. My psychopathic and borderline personality disorder came out of me. It's me being in emotional pain; part of my pain is loneliness. But coming to places like this, I feel welcomed, appreciated and listened to. That's why I enjoy giving wrestlers pain and seeing them be in pain because it's what I feel every day, especially when my opponent on Thursday deserves all the pain they get."

Carmella: "I hear you, and I know that your opponent is Ravyn Taylor. I read about your wrestling and NASCAR career all the time. My brother is a huge fan of you in both sports, and the fact you're here, and I'm dancing to calm you down is something he'll be really jealous of."

Konrad Raab: "You keep doing your thing, baby. I love this moment."

I moaned because I loved her dry-humping me so much that I got a boner. I was so turned on, and I never felt happier to let my shit out on someone I didn't know, who was not a part of NASCAR or the Wrestling business and who I considered a friend. If only I could touch and kiss her. Carmella saw my boner and laughed at me.

Carmella: "Someone came to say hello."

Konrad Raab: "God damn, you turned me on so much, and we're just talking. How does that happen?"

Carmella: "Nobody knows. Anyway, I'm done for the day. I know you'll do everything possible to destroy Ravyn Taylor for making dumb decisions and beat the hell on the Marshall brothers."

Konrad Raab: "Yeah, thank you for hearing me out. Can I hug you?"

She nodded as I did, and then I gave a quick kiss on the cheek before I pulled myself away, left the special VIP private room area, went into the public area to get myself a couple more glasses of whiskey, and sat down to see other women dance on the pole. Was disappointed I couldn't get sex out of it, but she had to do her job.

Turned out I was wrong when Carmella, after dancing with another man, gave me the hand signal and went outside together. We went to her house and had sex all night before we slept two in the morning. I got up at seven, heading to the gym before heading to the Spoon River Speedway to race against Justin Haley in a UMP Modifieds car.

[Syren]

Continuing the story from Ace's first. What a fun team they make!

Enjoy.



Ravyn Taylor's Diary
An excerpt from May, 2023

[Konrad Raab]

Lewistown, Illinois. Wednesday 10th May (Off-Camera)

Two hours before the UMP Modifieds dirt racing began, we had a driver's meeting and discussed today's events. I looked at my friend, who was why I came tonight, Justin Haley, who sent me a text to challenge me to race tonight last week, the only race I could do since I had wrestling Thursday and Xfinity practice and qualifying at Darlington on Friday. Many UMP Modified drivers I recognised from my time in Florida back in February were also here.

However, as I was working out in the gym, Brad Rogers, my team boss in NASCAR, phoned me earlier this morning, telling me he's brought me a Super Late Models car to compete in the ASA STARS National race and the Car Tour Race next Tuesday and Wednesday at North Wilkesboro Speedway. I'm on the entry list for both races. Brad already signed me up because he wants me to feel the track before the All-Star race happens there. So that would be a new experience. The news already spread on Spoon River Speedway to fans and commentators.

However, that was to be discussed again as I looked intensely at Justin Haley, wanting to beat him today. It was good because I had missed doing dirt racing and needed to get back into it. Justin came towards me and showed that same intense look, but in a friendly kind of way because he's a very laid-back kind of guy. Ironically, the circuit owners placed me and Justin next to each other, so we walked back to our UMP Modified garage cars, and he spoke.

Justin Haley: "It sucks that you can only race against me today, man."

Konrad Raab: "Yeah, part of me is gutted about that, but at least I can make up for my shit next week at the North Wilkesboro Speedway for this Super Late Models racing Brad wants me to do to get the feeling for the track and that he wanted someone to race against Sammy Smith too."

Justin Haley: "Shit, the talk is true. Wow, bro."

Konrad Raab: "I only got the phone call this morning too. Haven't seen the car in person yet as it was only announced today, but the car is beautiful from the pictures I've seen."

We were friends off the track, but not as close as I am with AJ and my teammates at Brad Rogers Racing. Still, close enough as our mechanics were working on our UMP Modifieds, although I could've brought my Late Model car if I had known the races were taking place as well, but still, I was honoured Justin challenged me to race today. But I wanted to beat him on track.

Justin Haley: "I'm glad you're here, man; it wouldn't be a challenge if you weren't here, considering other NASCAR drivers weren't interested."

Konrad Raab: "What a damn shame, especially this kind of racing needs to be promoted a lot more, and it's our job to do that."

Justin Haley: "Indeed. Just so you know, even though we're friends now, we're not when we'll race against each other. I want to beat you as much as you do with me."

Konrad Raab: "Oh, I get that for sure. I wouldn't have known about this if you didn't challenge me. This is war, and I aim to win."

Of course, a friendly war, not the Marshall Brothers killing kind, and I knew at some point Justin would bring it up, being a wrestling fan and all. Of course, I checked my mechanics along with him with his mechanics to see if they knew what they were doing with my UMP Modifieds car, and they did. So we walked away from our vehicles for a bit to let mechanics get to work, and suddenly, we sat on the table benches to talk as I rarely get to socialise with him outside of racing about wrestling.

Justin Haley: "Did you find out who attacked you at the PPV?"

Konrad Raab: "I already fucking knew it was Ace's brother, Damien. What did I expect from a coward to hire his brother to attack me because he's a gutless pussy to do the job himself. I got to face his fucking bitch tag partner, Ravyn Taylor, tomorrow night in Salt Lake City, Utah. As long as I get to beat the shit out of her, viciously and brutally, that's the only thing I care about."

Justin Haley: "Yeah, bro, sounds like a coward to hire two people to attack you. I also think Ace is afraid of you. He can't handle your violent, brutal beatings nature to me."

Konrad Raab: "I agree, but he can't hide for much longer because we will get in the ring and me beating the shit out of him, and no, I don't need to enter in some bullshit rumble to eliminate him and his dumbass brother. I can show up unannounced and eliminate them from there."

The Xfinity Series road course race at Portland was more important than the bullshit rumble. I don't care for winning a title shot anymore, those days are gone, and I enjoy much more being a fucking destructive machine, and I even enjoyed not talking, quietly getting my goals done. We stood up as the alarms sounded for the racing action to begin in fifteen minutes."

Justin Haley: "I wish you good luck, and may the best man win the race tonight. Good luck for the match against Ravyn Taylor tomorrow night too."

Konrad Raab: "Likewise for the race, bro."

We shook hands, went into our trailers to change into our overalls, and got out on the track to do hot laps before qualifying and then the race. We raced each other extremely hard on the Spoon River Raceway, and I had to learn the track. We qualified fourth and tenth, and then we ended up finishing the race with him as the winner and me in second place on the podium. After that day, the driver took my UMP Modified car back to my home, and I went on my private plane to Salt Lake City.

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Salt Lake City, Utah. Thursday 11th May. (Online via supremecw.com website)

It was two in the morning in Salt Lake City, and I wasn't in a hotel or a hired apartment home. I had no time, nor did I think there was any point in booking a room for a night when I'll be leaving here straight after the match against Ravyn Taylor to go to Darlington Raceway. So I decided to camp out in a tent in the middle of a desert where Salt Lake Pumps used to be. An abandoned place perfect for someone like me.

I preferred writing when it was dark, as I wouldn't speak about my opponents anymore; it would all be handwritten. I found some sticks in the park earlier to bring here to build a fire. My hired car was parked a few feet away from the tent, not too close. I sat by the fireplace, got my notepad, and began writing.

"Unusual setting today, I know, but things change sometimes, and as you may have noticed, I'm no longer going to talk. This is more my liking to write my opinions about an opponent and how I've been in the ring lately; I shouldn't be speaking. So here I write for the first time about my cowardly opponent, if you can call this pathetic excuse woman that has done nothing until the PPV, but at the same time, more than deserving to be beaten down to her bloody and burned mess, Ravyn Taylor. So you must think teaming up with Ace is the only way to get you relevant and on the winning track? Too bad you're facing me; that gives no fucks about winning matches, right? Oh wait, it's not because I don't even care if you want to win the match because whatever I do to you will be a success to me more than winning or losing some boring fucking match."

Sometimes I had to stop writing because I needed a break from writing; while I could cope with pain, I just needed to stop and think to myself sometimes. Especially how I feel happy being alone without anyone around to distract me. I took a drink as I managed to grab 4 large gallon metal bottles of water at my disposal.

"Getting back to my comment about you being a pathetic excuse, you are. I mean, you're exactly like Ace and Damien, who, by the way, I fucking knew it was you that attacked me at the PPV, you scamming piece of shit because that's the Ace way of doing things of giving you a contract to SupremeCW to sign and then pay you off to attack me. Of course, for you as well, Ravyn, because you all are a bunch of cowards. So afraid of being attacked that you, Damien and even that skank who, oh boy, I'd love to have sex with Lexy Chapel are protecting him. Why? Because Ace is scared? So scared he had to hire his brother, you, Syren and Lexy, to do dirty work for him because he's a man-made bitch? Why aren't I surprised?"

I smirked each time I wrote these notes on paper that would eventually be shown online, as they always are for people to read. I was starting to get warmer actually by sitting near the fireplace. Even putting the flame on my skin for a bit to feel them.

"Nobody is Ravyn because you may say Ace is unpredictable; he's actually predictable as fucking sin. He can't run for very long when I've got plans to make him beat the shit out of me. Ace cannot do that because the man's a weak fucking bitch. How many times does your pathetic man have to run away like a pussy he is to avoid getting himself hurt by the pyro and violent maniac? If I beat the holy shit out of you to the point of you bleeding like a pig, cracking your fucking head open, even ripping your arm off, your boyfriend would actually have a pair of balls and beat the holy shit out of me."

I never had any respect for Ravyn either, especially if she's somewhat a part of Lexy's Crybabies squad, incapable of developing new stars. I took many more sips of my metal bottle of water until I went to the second one. I brought a tin of red paint and poured it all over my body. Then I went back to writing again.

"I want him to take my fucking head off in our match, or it won't do him any good when you're all fucked up, and you have your fucking boyfriend to blame. But I will also bloody him and his pathetic useless brother, Damien. Damien, you've done absolutely nothing in wrestling, and you think by being Ace's bitch brother, you can attack me to get yourself relevant? You're in for a world of pain. I will inflict it on Ravyn to send you a message about making the biggest fucking mistake of your entire life."

I know I should be talking about Ravyn, but I couldn't fucking ignore not writing about Damien as well. I put the pen down and drank more water. I also poured more paint over myself and then picked the pen up aggressively as I shook and screamed angrily.

"I've already exposed the weaknesses of you and Ace only being in a team because of the tag titles. I'm not going to dwell on that because I don't give a flying fuck about the titles you held, considering they are the weakest belts you can win in wrestling. They mean nothing to anyone, but I find it ironic that you two happened to be tag champs because your man bitch lazily got the most pin-falls. So you're lucky I won't have a tag partner anytime soon to handle you fucking scummy cowards that are so afraid of me. It's good you both are, but you're the worst."

I had to stop again before realising it was going to get long. I drank more water and gathered my emotions up.

"I know I don't care about this. Still, it's rather embarrassing for someone who cares about winning that they would lose to someone I outlasted in the Adrenaline title contention, and she cared about winning the shot for the title more than I did, Cassie Wolfe. Hence why you just got lucky when Ace picked your ass because he's your lover. Makes me sick of the romantic relationships around here. You utter fools."

I always thought romantic relationships in wrestling were a joke and killing the sport because wrestlers couldn't seek other celebrities outside of wrestling to fall in love with. I spat on the ground and took a few more sips of water.

"You said it yourself your friendship with Ace along with Lexy's Crybabies squad, including your bitches of Syren, Lexy and even that stupid Alexander Crowe himself because I can't forget about him interfering in the match like a bitch also. See, that's the one weakness I do not have, and you lot do, having to be a fucking pack because you're pack of cowards cannot wrestle by yourselves. I have no backup, I have a friend, but I told her to stay the fuck out of this because I don't need help. Because it prevents me from doing something I've been prevented from doing my entire life, unleashing violence and pain on pathetic people like you, including yourself, Ravyn."

I loved writing more than speaking about my opponent. It was so thrilling, and I could stop when I wanted. It was going to be more than just writing and without me stopping. Writers don't write nonstop until they are done; they take a few breaks.

"Ravyn, I hope you're ready to enter the world of hell you're waiting for because, unlike your previous opponents, I will not be trying to win the match, nor will I go into the match and make sure you don't bleed. I have every intention of making you bleed. I have every intention of hurting and making you suffer and fucking hard as well. I'm beating the living daylights out of you to a point no matter what I do. I use the ring as a weapon and crush your fucking skull on the ring posts. Because I enjoyed hurting Syren's back and her head when I did last time, and I aim to do the same to you as well. I even want to burn The Marshall Brothers, Lexy and even you. I love to see how your bodies can handle the burns I inflict on all of you."

I knew I wrote a lot and had to stop before I couldn't write as I sighed, feeling the heat, despite it being almost three in the morning now, and I didn't care. I was enjoying this.

"You all can forget about me entering the rumble because I have no interest in winning some stupid title shot that still wouldn't make me happy if I'd won. Especially I booked my fucking place on the Rise To Greatness PPV already. I don't need to enter the match to eliminate your man bitch and your man bitch's brother from the rumble. I get in and eliminate the pair of them, and Kandis, my goal is done."

I stopped as I still had more to write down about my bitch opponent. I took more of a drink.

"I don't care what you do to win, but I will always enjoy causing Chaos and making sure you're completely fucked, especially if I put you in a medical facility where you and Ace would be forced to vacate your titles so your man bitch would have no choice, but to face me. Oh heck, put me in a handicap match against all you bitches, and I'll be happy to beat the fuck out of all of you equally. Be happy to end your fucking careers and beat you with a shovel because that's how much I want to bury this pathetic, cowardly family you have going on. Bury you and your pathetic career to the ground and then burn you all alive."

I knew I was reaching the end and needed to release my anger on paper. I breathed in and out because I was out of breath due to the anger and screaming I inflicted while writing this out. I will end this on a good note.

"Because all of you deserve to suffer my pain. You want to say you've experienced every form of pain? No, you truly fucking haven't at all when it comes to me because, by that stupid comment, I will make sure you will feel an extra dose of pain. The pain you will receive from me, Ravyn, will be far worse than Syren's. I will make sure you will be in pain for a long fucking time. If you want to hurt and make me bleed, go for it because I fucking beg to be hurt and bled. I even beg to be burned because an extra set of burns isn't going to affect me as I'm immune to psychical pain. I will fucking destroy you because I can, and I will. I don't need to win this match when I enjoy hurting you in the ring. Prepare to be hurt and burned by Burned in Blood, bitch, and it will send a direct message to your pathetic man bitch and his brother."

That was the end of writing about Ravyn as I let the fire burn before I closed the notepad, took it with me to crawl into my tent, and zipped it up to head straight off to sleep. I woke up at eight in the morning to unpack the tent to put in the bag it came with and put it in my hired car to go straight to the arena.

[Syren]

Second for the week.

Enjoy.



Ravyn Taylor's Diary
An excerpt from May, 2023