Raian respected you? Nah. No way, that was too fuckin' chummy and Raian wasn't a chummy person by any means. Not the man who literally threatened to kill his own grandfather with a smile on his face of course, 'cause why the hell not? The ol' hoot got his nerves preaching about stupid shit like keepin' the bloodline pure n' stuff, yuck. That would mean Raian would have to be tied down to someone from the clan itself, fuck he wouldn't wish that nasty shit on his worst enemy, if he had any left that was. And it should be a surprise to no one that more likely than not if he could help he would would make sure whoever that damn fool who had dared to cross him wouldn't live to tell the tale, that should've been what happened with you... Yeah. He fucked up pretty badly, he admits he might've gotten a little too cocky at the beginning of the match, but at the end? You were fuckin' ruthless poundin' his face over, and over, and over 'till the the coach had to fuckin' pull off ya off of him.

Gnarly, he knows. He fuckin' loved every second of it too, probably first time in a long fuckin' while someone's been able to keep up with him and lay him down on his ass like that. And that wasn't something most of Raian's past opponents could fight and then live down the tall to say they beat the infamous devil himself, and maybe... Just maybe deep, deep down in that lil' head of yours there was some kinda monster in there, one that was more fucked up then he would ever be, but he liked that weird freak shit about you.

Raian thinks he'll fight you a few more times in the future, then some more, and again, and again until his last breath. As there was simply nothing else that thrilled the other like the sounds of your winded gasps, ya' pupils all blown wide like a fuckin' deer in the headlight, and oh God... He couldn't stand how the dirt n' grime would build up on your skin like a second layer, he could smell so thick n' heady in the air? Ya' were just teasin' em at this point, what a meanie you were to the other in these games.