Post by N.V. Laroux on Jul 31, 2011 12:14:09 GMT -6
A few short days ago...
It was hard to tell if the falling rain was real or imagined. Sitting in the taxi as it made it's way through Los Angeles, the man formerly known as “Godly” Ken Davison sits apprehensively in the back seat. He looks pensively down at his feet, knowing that what he is about to do isn't going to be easy. He turns his attention, or perhaps his lack there of, out the window. He stares into space as the streets of Los Angeles pass him by.
Recent events had changed his life. The passing of Sydney Laroux had left an incredible void in Davison's heart, mind and soul. He had received the text message from her brother around noon that fateful day he discoved the news. It was his unwanted task to inform those she had known... those who she had worked with... those who leaned on her in times of trouble... he had been bestowed the honor, for lack of a better word, of passing on the news.
Davison's eyes began to well up as the sounds of the radio creep into his ear. “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas had come on the radio. ”This is the last thing I need” he thought to himself as the cab pulled to a stop. Ken took his credit card and swiped it through the machine installed in the cab. After the signing the slip, he hands it to the cabbie and gets out. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, double checking the address.
Davison tentatively walks up to the door. He rings the doorbell and takes a step back, waiting for a response. The white door slowly opens, and a man a few inches taller than Ken answers the door.
“Lucas... would you mind if I came in? We need to talk.”
"Please come on in." Lucas Young replied.
Lucas can tell from the somber look on Davison's face that whatever it is he needs to talk about, it must be important. Davison sits down in the first chair his finds, clasping his hands together and once again looking down at the floor.
“There's no easy way to tell you this...”
Ken stops, pausing as he begins tearing up. This time, there is no holding back the tears.
"What is it Ken?" Lucas now a little worried.
It's Sydney Laroux... she's dead... she committed suicide.
Lucas is shocked off what he hears being that the last time he saw here was a week ago. They both decided that it was best they went separate ways in the wrestling business. That's why Lucas had been in talks with NCW and finally signed on the dotted line.
Not being able to hold the tears back as he also sees Ken still looking down at the floor crying Lucas just lets it all out. Tears streaming down Lucas Young's face as he sits down before he falls down.
"When Ken? Why Ken? Just last week me and Syd were...well we were talking happily about our next steps with wrestling and our general lives. How did I not notice? Maybe if I had noticed she would still be alive." Lucas replies with tears streaming down his face.
Lucas holds his head in his hands just continuously muttering "No" in disbelief that Sydney is really gone.
“I know. Just a couple of days ago we were talking about all the things we were planning on doing. Same deal as you. I just can't stop playing the “what ifs” over and over in my head. I was going to retire, but I had a better idea, and I am going to need your help. Did you sign your NCW contract yet?”
Lucas pauses a moment before answering. “Yeah. Why do you ask?”
“Syd would want us to keep on going, and I know exactly how we are going to do it.”
Lucas cast a curious look at Ken.
Back in the present day, Davison walks up to the NCW Corporate Offices sporting his familiar hooded robe. Even underneath the robe, you can see that the arrogant demeanor with which he had used to carry himself had disappeared. Davison enters the building and wordlessly follow the signs to the studio. He approaches the door and takes a deep breath before opening the door and entering. He walks over to the cameraman and is quickly directed in front of the camera. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the red light above the camera turn on, signifying that it is recording.
“Some of you think you know me. You don't. Truth be told, up until a week ago I didn't know myself. But when one of the people you value most is the world is taken from you without warning, you realize that you have to live in the moment, because you never know if that moment will be your last. So here I am in New Championship Wrestling looking for a new start. You may know “Godly” Ken Davison, but you don't know N.V. Laroux.”
The man in front to the camera sheds his robe and sets himself in front of the camera. He folds his heads in front of him and raises his gaze from the ground. All vestiges of “Godly” in gone. His head was now shaved and his arms are now covered in ink.
“Just when you think you know man, everything changes. But how do combat a man who has nothing to lose? How to fend for yourself when you look across the ring and realize that there are only two things I concern myself with... here... and now. There is no future. There is no past. I live each moment as my last. And should it be time for this shooting star to burn out, I will light up the sky then leave it starless.
For now, I will keep this short and sweet. When Sydney Laroux was torn from my life, it left a void in my soul. Now I look in the mirror and I see nothing. What that means for the men and women of NCW is that I don't care who I have to go through, whether it's The Ace or Roxxxie. Man, woman or child, the result will remain the same. Everything will be left in the ring. There will be no holding back because if I don't push myself and show the world that I am one of the best wrestlers this business has ever seen, I may never get that chance again.”
Laroux lowers his head once again, this time locking his stare on the lens of the camera as the picture fades to blank.
It was hard to tell if the falling rain was real or imagined. Sitting in the taxi as it made it's way through Los Angeles, the man formerly known as “Godly” Ken Davison sits apprehensively in the back seat. He looks pensively down at his feet, knowing that what he is about to do isn't going to be easy. He turns his attention, or perhaps his lack there of, out the window. He stares into space as the streets of Los Angeles pass him by.
Recent events had changed his life. The passing of Sydney Laroux had left an incredible void in Davison's heart, mind and soul. He had received the text message from her brother around noon that fateful day he discoved the news. It was his unwanted task to inform those she had known... those who she had worked with... those who leaned on her in times of trouble... he had been bestowed the honor, for lack of a better word, of passing on the news.
Davison's eyes began to well up as the sounds of the radio creep into his ear. “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas had come on the radio. ”This is the last thing I need” he thought to himself as the cab pulled to a stop. Ken took his credit card and swiped it through the machine installed in the cab. After the signing the slip, he hands it to the cabbie and gets out. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, double checking the address.
Davison tentatively walks up to the door. He rings the doorbell and takes a step back, waiting for a response. The white door slowly opens, and a man a few inches taller than Ken answers the door.
“Lucas... would you mind if I came in? We need to talk.”
"Please come on in." Lucas Young replied.
Lucas can tell from the somber look on Davison's face that whatever it is he needs to talk about, it must be important. Davison sits down in the first chair his finds, clasping his hands together and once again looking down at the floor.
“There's no easy way to tell you this...”
Ken stops, pausing as he begins tearing up. This time, there is no holding back the tears.
"What is it Ken?" Lucas now a little worried.
It's Sydney Laroux... she's dead... she committed suicide.
Lucas is shocked off what he hears being that the last time he saw here was a week ago. They both decided that it was best they went separate ways in the wrestling business. That's why Lucas had been in talks with NCW and finally signed on the dotted line.
Not being able to hold the tears back as he also sees Ken still looking down at the floor crying Lucas just lets it all out. Tears streaming down Lucas Young's face as he sits down before he falls down.
"When Ken? Why Ken? Just last week me and Syd were...well we were talking happily about our next steps with wrestling and our general lives. How did I not notice? Maybe if I had noticed she would still be alive." Lucas replies with tears streaming down his face.
Lucas holds his head in his hands just continuously muttering "No" in disbelief that Sydney is really gone.
“I know. Just a couple of days ago we were talking about all the things we were planning on doing. Same deal as you. I just can't stop playing the “what ifs” over and over in my head. I was going to retire, but I had a better idea, and I am going to need your help. Did you sign your NCW contract yet?”
Lucas pauses a moment before answering. “Yeah. Why do you ask?”
“Syd would want us to keep on going, and I know exactly how we are going to do it.”
Lucas cast a curious look at Ken.
Back in the present day, Davison walks up to the NCW Corporate Offices sporting his familiar hooded robe. Even underneath the robe, you can see that the arrogant demeanor with which he had used to carry himself had disappeared. Davison enters the building and wordlessly follow the signs to the studio. He approaches the door and takes a deep breath before opening the door and entering. He walks over to the cameraman and is quickly directed in front of the camera. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the red light above the camera turn on, signifying that it is recording.
“Some of you think you know me. You don't. Truth be told, up until a week ago I didn't know myself. But when one of the people you value most is the world is taken from you without warning, you realize that you have to live in the moment, because you never know if that moment will be your last. So here I am in New Championship Wrestling looking for a new start. You may know “Godly” Ken Davison, but you don't know N.V. Laroux.”
The man in front to the camera sheds his robe and sets himself in front of the camera. He folds his heads in front of him and raises his gaze from the ground. All vestiges of “Godly” in gone. His head was now shaved and his arms are now covered in ink.
“Just when you think you know man, everything changes. But how do combat a man who has nothing to lose? How to fend for yourself when you look across the ring and realize that there are only two things I concern myself with... here... and now. There is no future. There is no past. I live each moment as my last. And should it be time for this shooting star to burn out, I will light up the sky then leave it starless.
For now, I will keep this short and sweet. When Sydney Laroux was torn from my life, it left a void in my soul. Now I look in the mirror and I see nothing. What that means for the men and women of NCW is that I don't care who I have to go through, whether it's The Ace or Roxxxie. Man, woman or child, the result will remain the same. Everything will be left in the ring. There will be no holding back because if I don't push myself and show the world that I am one of the best wrestlers this business has ever seen, I may never get that chance again.”
Laroux lowers his head once again, this time locking his stare on the lens of the camera as the picture fades to blank.