"For him to think for one second that what I was saying was the truth, just goes to show how stupid he really is. I mean come on.... use some common sense."

Kaylyn sat there laughing for a moment before pressing pause on the remote stopping the replay of Warzone. Messing with Neville Sheldon's head before his match was so worth it. Him making it back and winning or not didn't even matter, the fact that she got to him in the first place was enough for her to be satisfied. Sitting up, she pushed herself off the couch and headed towards the kitchen before going in her pocket and pulling out a small bag. Grabbing a blender she tossed the powder into the blender before mixing it with some Vanilla ice cream and some milk. Turning the blender on she held the lid down and waited a few moments before turning it off and emptying it into a glass. Taking a sip she smirked, satisfied with the outcome.

"What was the point in that? Why not just sniff it like most people?"

"Well whats the fun in that? I don't need to break up my blood vessels in my nose with it all and wind up worrying about a white residue showing. I much rather doing it my way."

"Of course, your way or no way at all right?"

"Come on now... that is not the case and you know it. If it was that way you would be quiet right now and I would be enjoying myself completely."

"I don't even want to know what you meant by that do I?"

"No, you don't but does that matter? I mean... hell, I have not gotten to enjoy myself in quite some time now."

"Well according to Neville you're out there selling yourself all the time so ..."

"Yeah, he has been saying that for some time now. Hell, he and half the roster if not all of them even think I slept with Chase. Just like they assume I go after the Champions and surround myself by those that are better than me to make myself better by association. Just because they say and think it does not make it true."

"Well, it looks that way.."

"No, not really. If people paid attention what so ever.. they would know its not the case. I mean hell... I was with Tyler long before I came into IWF. Long before he was a champion... and I walked away before he lost the title. The title had nothing to do with anything. Corey was not a champion when I was with him either... and those are the only men I have been with."

"What about Chris?"

"Oh please.. I was talking about on the roster. Of course I was with Chris, he was my first, and my husband. I have only been with three men in my life, and I don't plan on making the number higher any time soon. Damn get up to speed."

"Sorry, I am not the druggie here."

"I am not a druggie.. I am just having a good time. Nothing wrong with that. I am still functioning."

"If you can't even enjoy yourself I wouldn't say you were functioning..."

"Are you kidding me now? You know what... conversation is over. You're nothing but a let down."

"That's what she said."

"Really? Again with the 'that's what she said' shit... where did you pick that up from?"

"I might have been in a storage unit, but I still know shit."

"Yeah... that storage unit might be your best friend again real soon."

"I can be your friend or your enemy Kaylyn... remember what happens when I get angry."

Kaylyn stood there for a moment in silence before taking another sip from her glass.

"Okay... I'm sorry. But seriously.. I have business to attend to."

Kaylyn wasted no time before downing the contents of the glass and cringing after as she got a headache. Smart one Kay... real smart. Putting the cup into the sink she walked away once more without saying a word this time.

 

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Kaylyn stood there in a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top, both full of dirt. A shovel was tossed to the side on the ground and she tilted her head looking down at her handy work.

"I must say... it's not really deep enough but... it will have to do."

Moving away from the hole she went to the back of her truck and pulled a box from it. Walking over to the hole she dropped the box inside it before kneeling down and grabbing a handful of dirt and sprinkling it over top the box. She continued to do such as she started to speak.

"Now I lay you down to sleep.

I pray the lord your soul to keep.

Because you have died before you woke.

I know your soul the lord has took."

Pushing to a stand she bent over and grabbed the shovel before shoveling the dirt back onto the box, not stopping until it was covered completely. Planting the shovel in the center of the mound she let it go staring down at the disturbed ground.

"You know Neville... it's a shame that the fact we are facing one another at World Wide Wrestling got you so worked up you couldn't handle the pressure. I can't really blame you now though can I? I mean... when you really think about it... you never know what to expect when you have me across from you in the ring. To see the face of IWF... the fan favorite... no longer around... no longer able to be what everyone had hoped he could be... it's a disappointment. 

I guess you're used to that though aren't you? From the day you were born you did nothing but disappoint, and the only time you were able to get appreciation from anyone was in the ring in front of strangers. People who didn't really know anything about you. Sure, you're skill in the ring is unquestionable, but everything else about you... well, I guess it doesn't really matter anymore because you're dead to the world... and more so... dead to me. 

Even on this joyful occasion, when you're buried under the ground, no one came to see you off... no one but myself. It's a sad thing Neville... knowing that no one really cares. All those people who cheer for you week in and week out and everyone who was by your side day in and day out... couldn't care enough to be here when it all came to an end for you.  What does that say Neville? 

All it shows, is everything you are, and everything you thought you were... was absolutely shit. You were nothing but a face on the television screen. Someone that other pathetic no bodies could relate to. You know how many of those are out there in the world today? Many.. that is your fan base Neville. Those stupid jerks that can't get shit out of life because they are useless. Those that can't get anyone's attention no matter how much they beg for it. 

You never wanted to be just the smartest man in the graveyard, and you're not that.. you are so much more. You're the smartest loser in the graveyard. The smartest virgin. Kudos to that Neville. You're life was never promising, and it's actually a joy that it's over. Both for you... and everyone else. You don't have to worry about anything anymore. All you have to worry about now is heaven or hell.

World Wide Wrestling... is hell for you Neville. No matter what it would have been hell.. because you would be in the ring with me. You would be destroyed. Either physically, or mentally... you would have been destroyed. Your psyche is not strong enough to keep you sane after being near me... I am too much for you to handle. Now, you can handle it all... and have fun doing so."

Kaylyn walked back to her truck once more and this time came back with a pile of dead flowers tossing them over the dirt mound.

"Why dead flowers?"

"Because... he wasn't worth a damn. Flowers are something special, and he's anything but... so dead flowers is the best he will ever receive."

Before the doll could respond Kaylyn's phone went off and she pulled it out of her pocket answering it. After a short conversation Kaylyn smirked and hung up the phone.

"What was that about?"

"I was informed the delivery was made is all."

"The delivery?"

"Yes. I sent a card and some congratulation balloons to Neville's mother."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because, she has a fresh start now. Her loser of a son is gone, and she doesn't have to worry about how bad he makes her look."

"Good point."

"Yeah, I make them at times."

Moving over to a near-by tree Kaylyn bent over and picked up the doll she had been speaking to. The dolls attire was the same as Kaylyn's a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top, dirt over both. 

"Time to get out of here. We have some work to do before World Wide Wrestling."

"Why is that? If he is dead you don't have to worry about facing him."

"Well, nerds like that never stay gone for long, they're like leeches... and they always come back."

"If he's going to be there... then what was the point in all of this?"

"Have to admit, it was a pleasure burying the asshole."

Kaylyn laughed as she got into the truck and buckled up before driving off.

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I have been waiting for some time to get my hands on you again Neville. It has been a while since we have faced one on one, and I am grateful the day has finally come that I get to step into the ring with you once more. Why? Because I get to show you just how much I have grown since than. I get to show you and everyone else that I am not someone to mess with. You're going to be pushed to limits you have not been pushed to by others before Neville, and I mean that in the cleanest way possible. I have been here for a little over a year, and in that time so much has happened. 

This is not about becoming a champion for me... it's about finally beating you in a one on one match. I could care less about the title. I have been known to try and vacate titles... and being forced to carry and defend them because of it. Wrestling is not about championships... it's about growing week in and week out, and I know I do just that. The proof is my winning the title in the first place. 

I hope you prepare yourself for what is to come to you this week at World Wide Wrestling Sheldon. The Bitch isn't just back... but she is here to stay. Welcome to my world. Do you think you can handle the ride? 

I doubt it. Virgins can't handle much of anything.