Kelly and Craig face stiffer charges
Health — By Lori Braun on February 2, 2006 at 5:45 pmLAS VEGAS — Professional bodybuilders Craig Titus and Kelly Ryan were charged yesterday with using a stun gun, drugging and suffocating their live-in personal assistant before her body was found in Ryan’s burned-out Jaguar.
A Clark County prosecutor, Robert Daskas, called it premature to say whether authorities would seek the death penalty based on upgraded charges including murder and kidnapping against Ryan, and kidnapping against Titus.
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“WHAT A WASTE! WHAT A MESS!!”
– King Diamond “Killer”
Try to find that song and listen to it (it’s on the “Spider’s Lullabye” album). That song not only kicks ass, that line quoted above pretty much encapsulates what Kelly Ryan has done with her life. Both, Craig and Kelly, actually -but because I don’t give a damn about muscle men and am an absolutely MADMAN about muscle women, I’m focusing on the latter.
Just a warning, I am enraged beyond words. And disgusted. It’s because most people never get rewarded for doing what they love. Me, I love the drums and fitness.
Since this is a fitness site, I’ll focus on fitness.
I would give ANYTHING to be able to work out once more. My shoulders are so screwed up I may never know the ecstasy of good workout EVER AGAIN. This really sux, because I love the fitness lifestyle and I miss it terribly.
This is also very problematic for me (to put it lightly) because all the musclular girls I’ve ever liked only want to go out with muscular guys. Which I can understand.
Fitness is a lifestyle, after all and we naturally want someone like ourselves to support the things we cherish. In love and marraige, we’re looking for a partner and a friend. A buddy.
So, it’s to little wonder that muscle girls and guys are attracted to one another. They both relate and understand how integral this so-called “hobby” is to their lives. I’m also pretty sure they wanna fuck each other, but that’s a whole different article.
The point is, If you’re a fitness buff, the lifestyle becomes a very big part of your soul and it’s only to our detriment that we search for someone who will not support, or even respect or acknowledge, the great part it plays in our lives. So, it’s not to surprising to see a lot of gym rats marry OTHER gym rats. Birds of a feather, after all. . .
But the problem is, because I can NO LONGER work out anymore (possibly for good), I am completely UNABLE to bulk up or even lightly engage in the Life. Oh yeah, I have some slight muscle tone, but unless I heal completely, I will only lose it all in time. I can eat healthy and try to slow the process down, but one can only delay the inevitable for so long. To allude the bird allegory, not only have my wing feathers changed, they’ve been RIPPED RIGHT OFF!!!!!!
So, unless my physical status changes for the better, I’m pretty much fated to track down and follow the flock, but never really fly as part of it once again.
Kelly, on the other hand, was alot more fortunate. Good-looking, rich and famous, she was WORSHIPPED for her athletic endeavors. . .and she was married.
I can see now it wasn’t a healthy marraige, but if Kelly was pissed off about Craig’s cheating, she shoulda just put her foot down or left his ass behind. Believe me, she coulda had any guy she wanted.
But noooooooooooo! She had to go kill the girl! All because she was pissed off something went wrong in her perfectly tailored little world!
She should’ve realized it coulda been far worse. So her idiot husband cheated on her, so what! She coulda ended up like me! Never being able to work out again!
Living in constant fear of doing a single push-up because of some messed up muscle group that will never her let her be – just like me!!. Never being able to set foot in a gym because her joints are aging at triple speed from arthritis – just like me!! She coulda been stuck on the outside looking in, looking forlornly at others who can freely engage in the very Life she loves – just like me!!
She coulda ended up looking at the finest species of the opposite sex in despair, knowing they would never go for her cuz she wasn’t fit enough – JUST LIKE ME!!!
Now, I know this is only one area of life that coulda gone wrong, but I bring attention to it because it is one that has devestated ME greatly.
I wish I woulda been able to tell this to Kelly before she thought about pissing her life away out of petulance. In the grand scheme of things, she destroyed her own life because some asshole couldn’t be faithful to her.
Oh boo fucking damn hell hoo!
That was nothing! That bastard didn’t deserve her!
I have no sympathy for Kelly! She had it all and she screwed it up. She coulda had any guy she possibly wanted. She could’ve found a man who would’ve treated her right and worshipped her like the goddess she was.
She coulda found someone JUST LIKE ME.
I’m outta here!
T. Shark Out
Wow!, what a great post–the best I’ve seen here, and a real inspiration. Mucho props, T. Shark.
I DO have sympathy for Kelly. But then, at least theoretically, I have sympathy for everybody, so maybe it doesn’t count. But even though it was stupid of her, she didn’t choose to be born stupid, if you know what I mean. Her chemicals just mixed together in that volatile kind of way.
But T. Shark, hang in there, man, and apply your own philosophy to your problem. Not only could it be worse, you’ll make it worse by giving into this feeling of futility. I’ll bet you can still be strong and find the kind of woman of your dreams; even a better one than a simple ‘gym rat’. Real strength is the ability to make the best of a bad situation.
Peace, out.
I am suspending my judgment on this case till a criminal jury has weighed the evidence and rendered their verdict.
I do this because I have seen a number of controlled media outlets pass judgment on high profile defendants before the trial has even begun and have witnessed almost without exception the errors of the media…
Therefore I think it is wise to let the jury do their job and to think for ourselves instead of letting the media sway our opinions one way or the other.
What a loser/schmoe. A well known fitness competitor murders a human being, and all you can do is cry about having a shitty/flabby physique and whine that fit chicks don’t like you since you’re just a corny ass flabby, muscle worshipping schmoe. Then you basically express jealosy that she chose Titus and not you?!?! Ha ha!
I think I’ll call you (T-shark) “Captain Save-a-Hoe”.
Harsh, man.
As seriously tempted as I am to say, “Fuck you and yo mama, bitch!!” that just ain’t the Juggalo way.
I’ve decided to take the high road and address your criticism with what I hope would be a little more maturity than you oh-so-aptly displayed.
To paraphrase Shaggy 2 Dope, “Saying, ‘Fuck all haters to a hater only lowers you to THEIR level.’” In other words, as it says in the Bible, turn the other cheek (unless the dude wants to kill you or beat your ass).
First of all, yeah, I’m a female muscle worshipper. And proud of it, dude!! I’m a gothic metal head Juggalo whose completely and utterly spellbound by athletic women – and I’m not ashamed of it even in the slightest!
I love girls but I love muscular females far more, they are goddesses to me. While other guys are busy drooling over the emaciated skeletons on FHM, Maxim, Victoria’s Secret, and about 88% percent of the media, I’m going insane over the likes of Monica Brant, Dina Al-Sabah, Melissa Detwiller, and all the lovely ladies here at Female Muscle.com. And Lori Braun, if you’re reading this, I’m ESPECIALLY looking @ you :)
Everyone else can keep their anorexic Hollywood celebs, they disgust me. I tell you the truth: nothing, and I mean fucking NOTHING, gets my heart pumping faster than the sight of these magnificent angels. So, if anything, calling me a “muscle worshipper” will only make me more proud, cuz it’s more of a compliment to me. But if you wanna continue flattering me further in this manner then by all means, continue on, my friend. It is a label I wear with pride.
Let us segue to my second point. You also called me flabby. Well, it looks like you managed to hurl an ACTUAL insult at me, but as offending as it would be, it is rendered null and void due to its inaccuracy. It seems that you have not been to my website listed above, otherwise, you would’ve plainly seen that I’m NOT fat.
Yeah, yeah, there is no need to point it out: I’m not as muscular as Titus. Compared to him, I am, indeed, a scrawny insignificant little twig, but I DO have muscle tone. It’s just not as obvious because I’m being compared to a guy who looks like Hercules. OF COURSE I LOOK SHITTY!
Comparing me against a guy like Titus is like pitting
a Muggle against Voldemort! There’s just no contest! I mean, c’mon! Who the hell do you think’s gonna win?
And no, I’m NOT proud of my physique. You’re right. In the grand scheme of things, I’m fit, but in the world of fitness – I have a long hard road up ahead of me.
Which brings me up to the point I was trying to prove in the first place with my original post.
Which I’ll get to next time, because I’m running out of time. I’ve gotta get 2 class and then take another whack at figuring out a direction for my painfully meandering existence.
I shall return.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .