Post by "Godly" Ken Davison on Jun 15, 2012 4:18:07 GMT -6
Video footage opens up to the streets of Edison, New Jersey. Metro Park Train Station is the exact location as the evening sun tries to fight through the gray clouds in front of it.. Children scurry past, presumably running home so not to miss curfew. An old man begs for change outside of the Dunkin Donuts, before being hassled by the cops. Moments later a car alarm goes off as the thief makes a run, car stereo in his hands. All this matters little to the man above. He does not care, for he is none other than "Godly" Ken Davison. A man torn between himself, other organizations and his personal life. The call of the ring, as much as he wanted to call it quits, was going to bring him back one more time. The excitement that the fans get seeing him perform is a feeling that is more than indescribable. The roar of the crowd when he's the good guy, the booing of the crowd when he's the bad guy, these are both factors and reasons why he keeps doing what he was born to do. Because it makes people happy, and in turn, it makes him happy. But this man, at this moment, appears to be not quite himself right now. Davison goes to walk past the camera as the cameraman stops him.
The camera man grabs Davison by the shoulder. ”What the hell? You're supposed to be cutting a promo.”
”Point being?”
”Dude, I don't get paid if I got nothing to use.”
”Okay, fine. You want a promo, here's your Kendamned promo.” Ken was in rare form today. ”This is supposed to be my big, triumphant return to pay-per-view. But, it doesn't feel right. Knowing that I am on the preshow, it actually kind of hurts a bit. Yeah, they gave me my match with The Ace, and I am sure that he's whining and bitching and moaning about it. For me, this isn't about winning or losing. It's not about I should be facing this person, that person or the other person. It's about giving the fans what they want. But when it comes to the Ace, it's not about the fans. It's all about him, just as it's always been. Of course, with the history he and I have, I'd be nervous if I were him. As he will more than likely point out, the man once beat me for the World Title in another promotion. And the man would be right. But there's one caveat that I am certain he will overlook. Every other time he and I have met in the center of the squared circle, it's been me, the GKD, “Godly” Ken Davison that's come out on top.”
Davison continues walking forward down the street as the cameraman follows him down the road leading away from the train station. He walks inside a small coffee shop, possibly owned by a friend of his father. Of course, Davison doesn't seem to care much about the coffee shop or who owns it at this moment in time. All things considered, he only cares about one thing... and that is securing his spot one last time. Davison walks to a table and takes a seat.
”When I was sitting in Shady Pines trying to decide how I was going to handle the rest of my life, I thought about something. I have been wrestling for seventeen years now. What will my legacy be? How do you take measure of one's career? Is it in titles? Is it in victories? By all measurements of that sort, I have won more titles over my career, and certainly earned more victories than The Ace has. But still, he won out last match. Does that make him better?” Davison pauses, as he is seriously considering the answer.[/color] “Some people would say that should be the defining factor. But I feel the true measure of a man in this business is not always measured in wins and losses, but in his contributions to the business. And by that measure, Ace is certainly lacking in that department. When I started in this business, it was the land of giants. I regularly was match up against opponents that were a foot to a foot and a half taller and opponents that outweighed me by over a hundred pounds. But I was a part of a revolution. I proved that a cruiser weight could not only survive, but thrive in what was, at the time a big man's business. That makes me something of a legend in this business. However, here in NCW, the Ace is also a bit of a legend. The man was once the 2008 Road to the Gold Champion, and now he's stuck on some throw away match on the preshow? Oh how the mighty have fallen.”
Davison smirks, in spite of himself.
”But if this match, this meeting between "Godly" Ken Davison and The Ace should be anything like our previous matches, then I am going to be certain of one thing. Win, lose or draw, "Godly" Ken Davison is going to give everything he has for the fans and for The Ace. Despite his ego, I know Ace would be upset if I just showed up and went through the motions. He became one of the best by beating some of the best, and this match shall be no different. He and I are one in same when it comes down to one thing... at the end of the night, we want people remember our match above and beyond anyone else's and we will hold back nothing in order for that to happen.”
The waitress walks up to the table, a red head about five and a half feet tall with a beautiful smile walks up to the table.”What can I get for you guys?” Davison, in his own private hell, seems indifferent to her very existence.
”Coffee, light with three Splenda. Also, a cinnamon raisin bagel, toasted with cream cheese.”
”And for you, sir?”
”I'm good, thanks.”
”I'll be right back with that.”
”Thanks.” With that the waitress was out of his mind before she was even out of his line of sight. Davison returned his gaze out the window, seemingly staring at nothing but the gray rain clouds outside. The cameraman hits Davison causing Davison to snap his head towards him.”You want to tell me what the hell was that for?”[/b]
The cameraman puts the camera down on the table, forgetting to shut it off. He begins talking to Ken as the camera continues to roll. ”Listen, I've known you since you were fifteen when your father took you in. It was the boys in my promotion that trained you. This crap you are going through with Sydney is the same way you acted with Crystal. I understand, Crystal was gonna be your wife and all, but at some point you have to let go.”
”I've known you a long time, Jon. That's the only reason I'm not going to knock your head clean off your shoulders.”
The Jon that Davison was speaking to happens to be and old friend of his adopted family. A man who knew Ken's deceased fiancee Crystal her entire life. Despite being as subtle as a sledgehammer, his intentions were always good.
“Ken, Syd is not coming back. When you get over that, you'll be better off.”
”I don't give a rat's ass what you think, Jon. We've had this conversation about Crystal. Just worry about holding that f**king camera and stay out of my personal life, got it?”
”No, I don't got it. I'm doing you a favor, hell, I'm doing your Dad a favor by carrying around this camera for you.”
”And he's doing you a major favor at your show, so cut the crap or I'll see to it that he backs out.”
”You and I both know your father wouldn't back out of something when there's a signed contract.”
”Keep it up. I'll make sure it happens.”
”Fine, whatever. Hold the f**king camera yourself. I know you're still mourning your friend, but that doesn't give you free reign to be an asshole.”
Jon goes to stand up and walk out on Davison, but Davison grabs Jon by the arm. Jon tries to pull away, but Davison has too much of a grip on the arm of Jon who looks down at Davison.
”Let go.”
”Sit your ass down.”
”I'm out of here, Ken. I'm tired of this crap.”
“”I told you, sit.”
”You gonna cut the crap?”
”Yeah...whatever, just sit.”
“Fine.”
Davison releases Jon's arm and Jon returns to his seat as the waitress has returned with Davison's coffee. She sets it down in front of Davison with a smile on her face. Her face lighting up at the sight of Davison every time she looks at him.
“There you go. And if you're interested, my phone number is on the napkin.”
”Thank you.”
“No problem. Don't look so down. Can I get anything else?”
”No thanks”
“Okay.”
The waitress makes her way off to start on a drink for someone else as Davison continues staring into the rain outside now pouring down. Jon looks outside and then back to Davison a little confused. Jon's voice breaks the momentary silence.”What the hell is it with you and staring outside when it rains?”
”Crystal and I met in a rainstorm.....I still remember it..... Hard to believe that night was twenty one years ago. It was a night, quite like this. I had been homeless for almost three years at that point. I saw an open window and broke into her house. But I was so tired from not eating I passed out. It still amazes me to this day that they didn't call the cops on me. Instead, when Crystal found me, they took me in as one of their own.”
“You know, living on the streets, life was never easy. I spent most of his days in the library, educating himself to compensate because I wasn't able to go to school. At night I went around trying to scavenge whatever food I could find. I mean, I didn't usually break into houses to steal food... but that night I saw an open window and felt the pangs of hunger and I just couldn't resist. That night, I never got to the food, he passed out from exhaustion on the kitchen floor below the open window. When I came to, there was Crystal, covering me with a warm blanket.”
Ken at this point has let his walls down and he is fighting back tears as he continues. “You know that she was the only woman I ever loved. Then Syd came along and something clicked in my head. It wasn't until she was gone that I made heads or tails of it. Too bad it never would have worked. But I guess I need to listen to what Rose said and start focusing on the future.”
”I understand why you lash out some times, but Crystal is gone. Now, I didn't know Syd, but I can tell you that Crystal would never have put up with you acting like you have been. So here's the deal, you're all full of piss and vinegar, that's fine. Focus that one the Ace and let's finish this thing up.”
”Fine.” This time his answer isn't confrontational, but more subdued. Jon picks up the camera and counts down from three...two...one and points at Davison. Something in Ken's demeanor changes, like the flip of a switch.
”Alright, I'm gonna get straight to the point. Ace, I believe it was the famed poet and philosopher George Santayana who said, "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." I have not forgotten the past. I haven't forgotten how many times you and tried and tried and tried to beat me before you finally did. The more and more I sit here and think about it, the more it pisses me off that you finally did beat me. So, yeah, as much as I say that this is only a preshow for the pay-per-view, there is a bit of personal payback in it for myself. I am going to prove once again that I am not just as good as you as you are. I am going to prove that I am better. I am going to prove it to myself, prove it to you, prove it to all the naysayers out there.”
The waitress brings over Davison's bagel, and for the first time, Davison smiles warmly at her. She smiles back as she turns and walks away.
”Isn't that how you met that Ashlyn chick?”
”Not now, Jon. You'd better be able to edit that out.”
”Yeah, I can.”
Davison takes a few second to compose himself before continuing on. ”Ace, I am putting you and the entire roster on notice. Stipendium peccati mors est, para bellum.”
Davison grabs the bill off the table and gets up as Jon kills the feed on the camera.
The camera man grabs Davison by the shoulder. ”What the hell? You're supposed to be cutting a promo.”
”Point being?”
”Dude, I don't get paid if I got nothing to use.”
”Okay, fine. You want a promo, here's your Kendamned promo.” Ken was in rare form today. ”This is supposed to be my big, triumphant return to pay-per-view. But, it doesn't feel right. Knowing that I am on the preshow, it actually kind of hurts a bit. Yeah, they gave me my match with The Ace, and I am sure that he's whining and bitching and moaning about it. For me, this isn't about winning or losing. It's not about I should be facing this person, that person or the other person. It's about giving the fans what they want. But when it comes to the Ace, it's not about the fans. It's all about him, just as it's always been. Of course, with the history he and I have, I'd be nervous if I were him. As he will more than likely point out, the man once beat me for the World Title in another promotion. And the man would be right. But there's one caveat that I am certain he will overlook. Every other time he and I have met in the center of the squared circle, it's been me, the GKD, “Godly” Ken Davison that's come out on top.”
Davison continues walking forward down the street as the cameraman follows him down the road leading away from the train station. He walks inside a small coffee shop, possibly owned by a friend of his father. Of course, Davison doesn't seem to care much about the coffee shop or who owns it at this moment in time. All things considered, he only cares about one thing... and that is securing his spot one last time. Davison walks to a table and takes a seat.
”When I was sitting in Shady Pines trying to decide how I was going to handle the rest of my life, I thought about something. I have been wrestling for seventeen years now. What will my legacy be? How do you take measure of one's career? Is it in titles? Is it in victories? By all measurements of that sort, I have won more titles over my career, and certainly earned more victories than The Ace has. But still, he won out last match. Does that make him better?” Davison pauses, as he is seriously considering the answer.[/color] “Some people would say that should be the defining factor. But I feel the true measure of a man in this business is not always measured in wins and losses, but in his contributions to the business. And by that measure, Ace is certainly lacking in that department. When I started in this business, it was the land of giants. I regularly was match up against opponents that were a foot to a foot and a half taller and opponents that outweighed me by over a hundred pounds. But I was a part of a revolution. I proved that a cruiser weight could not only survive, but thrive in what was, at the time a big man's business. That makes me something of a legend in this business. However, here in NCW, the Ace is also a bit of a legend. The man was once the 2008 Road to the Gold Champion, and now he's stuck on some throw away match on the preshow? Oh how the mighty have fallen.”
Davison smirks, in spite of himself.
”But if this match, this meeting between "Godly" Ken Davison and The Ace should be anything like our previous matches, then I am going to be certain of one thing. Win, lose or draw, "Godly" Ken Davison is going to give everything he has for the fans and for The Ace. Despite his ego, I know Ace would be upset if I just showed up and went through the motions. He became one of the best by beating some of the best, and this match shall be no different. He and I are one in same when it comes down to one thing... at the end of the night, we want people remember our match above and beyond anyone else's and we will hold back nothing in order for that to happen.”
The waitress walks up to the table, a red head about five and a half feet tall with a beautiful smile walks up to the table.”What can I get for you guys?” Davison, in his own private hell, seems indifferent to her very existence.
”Coffee, light with three Splenda. Also, a cinnamon raisin bagel, toasted with cream cheese.”
”And for you, sir?”
”I'm good, thanks.”
”I'll be right back with that.”
”Thanks.” With that the waitress was out of his mind before she was even out of his line of sight. Davison returned his gaze out the window, seemingly staring at nothing but the gray rain clouds outside. The cameraman hits Davison causing Davison to snap his head towards him.”You want to tell me what the hell was that for?”[/b]
The cameraman puts the camera down on the table, forgetting to shut it off. He begins talking to Ken as the camera continues to roll. ”Listen, I've known you since you were fifteen when your father took you in. It was the boys in my promotion that trained you. This crap you are going through with Sydney is the same way you acted with Crystal. I understand, Crystal was gonna be your wife and all, but at some point you have to let go.”
”I've known you a long time, Jon. That's the only reason I'm not going to knock your head clean off your shoulders.”
The Jon that Davison was speaking to happens to be and old friend of his adopted family. A man who knew Ken's deceased fiancee Crystal her entire life. Despite being as subtle as a sledgehammer, his intentions were always good.
“Ken, Syd is not coming back. When you get over that, you'll be better off.”
”I don't give a rat's ass what you think, Jon. We've had this conversation about Crystal. Just worry about holding that f**king camera and stay out of my personal life, got it?”
”No, I don't got it. I'm doing you a favor, hell, I'm doing your Dad a favor by carrying around this camera for you.”
”And he's doing you a major favor at your show, so cut the crap or I'll see to it that he backs out.”
”You and I both know your father wouldn't back out of something when there's a signed contract.”
”Keep it up. I'll make sure it happens.”
”Fine, whatever. Hold the f**king camera yourself. I know you're still mourning your friend, but that doesn't give you free reign to be an asshole.”
Jon goes to stand up and walk out on Davison, but Davison grabs Jon by the arm. Jon tries to pull away, but Davison has too much of a grip on the arm of Jon who looks down at Davison.
”Let go.”
”Sit your ass down.”
”I'm out of here, Ken. I'm tired of this crap.”
“”I told you, sit.”
”You gonna cut the crap?”
”Yeah...whatever, just sit.”
“Fine.”
Davison releases Jon's arm and Jon returns to his seat as the waitress has returned with Davison's coffee. She sets it down in front of Davison with a smile on her face. Her face lighting up at the sight of Davison every time she looks at him.
“There you go. And if you're interested, my phone number is on the napkin.”
”Thank you.”
“No problem. Don't look so down. Can I get anything else?”
”No thanks”
“Okay.”
The waitress makes her way off to start on a drink for someone else as Davison continues staring into the rain outside now pouring down. Jon looks outside and then back to Davison a little confused. Jon's voice breaks the momentary silence.”What the hell is it with you and staring outside when it rains?”
”Crystal and I met in a rainstorm.....I still remember it..... Hard to believe that night was twenty one years ago. It was a night, quite like this. I had been homeless for almost three years at that point. I saw an open window and broke into her house. But I was so tired from not eating I passed out. It still amazes me to this day that they didn't call the cops on me. Instead, when Crystal found me, they took me in as one of their own.”
“You know, living on the streets, life was never easy. I spent most of his days in the library, educating himself to compensate because I wasn't able to go to school. At night I went around trying to scavenge whatever food I could find. I mean, I didn't usually break into houses to steal food... but that night I saw an open window and felt the pangs of hunger and I just couldn't resist. That night, I never got to the food, he passed out from exhaustion on the kitchen floor below the open window. When I came to, there was Crystal, covering me with a warm blanket.”
Ken at this point has let his walls down and he is fighting back tears as he continues. “You know that she was the only woman I ever loved. Then Syd came along and something clicked in my head. It wasn't until she was gone that I made heads or tails of it. Too bad it never would have worked. But I guess I need to listen to what Rose said and start focusing on the future.”
”I understand why you lash out some times, but Crystal is gone. Now, I didn't know Syd, but I can tell you that Crystal would never have put up with you acting like you have been. So here's the deal, you're all full of piss and vinegar, that's fine. Focus that one the Ace and let's finish this thing up.”
”Fine.” This time his answer isn't confrontational, but more subdued. Jon picks up the camera and counts down from three...two...one and points at Davison. Something in Ken's demeanor changes, like the flip of a switch.
”Alright, I'm gonna get straight to the point. Ace, I believe it was the famed poet and philosopher George Santayana who said, "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." I have not forgotten the past. I haven't forgotten how many times you and tried and tried and tried to beat me before you finally did. The more and more I sit here and think about it, the more it pisses me off that you finally did beat me. So, yeah, as much as I say that this is only a preshow for the pay-per-view, there is a bit of personal payback in it for myself. I am going to prove once again that I am not just as good as you as you are. I am going to prove that I am better. I am going to prove it to myself, prove it to you, prove it to all the naysayers out there.”
The waitress brings over Davison's bagel, and for the first time, Davison smiles warmly at her. She smiles back as she turns and walks away.
”Isn't that how you met that Ashlyn chick?”
”Not now, Jon. You'd better be able to edit that out.”
”Yeah, I can.”
Davison takes a few second to compose himself before continuing on. ”Ace, I am putting you and the entire roster on notice. Stipendium peccati mors est, para bellum.”
Davison grabs the bill off the table and gets up as Jon kills the feed on the camera.
