Post by "Godly" Ken Davison on Aug 25, 2012 9:12:05 GMT -6
”Godly” Ken Davison is much more subdued than usual. The manic madness of NV Laroux is nowhere to be seen. Neither is the arrogance that he normally carries himself with. He stands looking into the camera, cold and distant.
”For those who missed it. the cuts on my face are a result of being thrown face first into a glass case during the Pawn Shop Match with Mike Laszlo. The cuts are healing, but deep. Look closely and you will see that there is bruising around and even underneath the cuts, reminders of Mike Laszlo slamming me face first onto the hood of a car.”
The camera slowly pans out, revealing his heavily taped midsection.
”The cracked ribs make it hard to breathe. I don't know if it was that spear through the car door or Laszlo's No Mercy that did the damage, but at least I know that Laszlo is in the same predicament that I am.”
He turns his back to the camera, the visible part of his spine is an ugly shade of a brownish-purple bruising.
”Every drop of sweat, every drop of blood, every cut and bruise that covers my body was worth it, because I am still...” Davison raises his right arm, holding the X Champion belt in the air. ”your NCW X Champion!”
Davison grabs his shoulder and winces in pain as he lowers his arm and turns back towards the camera.
”At A New Dawn, I proved that my victories over Mike Laszlo were not a fluke. At A New Dawn, I proved that I deserve to be the NCW X Champion. And at A New Dawn, I proved that not only am I one hell of a wrestler, I'm one hell of a fighter.”
Davison gives off a feigned smile, the best he can muster with the pain that he's in.
”Joe, you're a hell of a competitor. You and I aren't strangers to one another. This time is different. This time you know that I am not some “Johnny Come Lately” that is going to show up try and make a name for myself and then leave when I can't hack it. This time you know that I am for real.”
“But there is something else about this match that is different, Joe. It's that I actually respect you. Coming in here, there were truly only two men I had any respect for, the first being the Ace, the second being Mike Laszlo. While Laszlo has been scratched off of that list for obvious reasons, you stand amongst some elite company. And, yes, I will admit, there are things you have that I don't. Things like compassion. Things like softness. There is a time and a place for those things but in the squared circle is not one of them.”
“Inside of those ropes, I don't care who you are. I don't care where you have been or what you have done. Inside of the ropes, I am the predator. I am the hunter. You think would think that the X Championship would serve as a target, or that I would change my mindset.because everyone wants a shot at the champ. If you believe that, then you are a fool, Everyman.”
Davison this time grabs at his ribs as he gasps for air.
”Joe, I will tell you this clear as day, this will look like your best chance at defeating me. You might even think that this is your golden ticket, so to speak. There can be no doubt that I am not at one hundred percent. But this is actually not to your benefit, Everyman. Instead, it plays right into my hand.”
“Are you familiar with Wounded animal syndrome?” Davison pauses, as if giving the viewers a chance to answer the question. ”It’s a fascinating survival mechanism. When an animal is injured. It becomes overly defensive... aggressive... desperate. However, this pattern does not pertain only to wild animals; humans suffer, well, not all of us suffer from this. In fact, I for one enjoy it. I know, I am some sort of bizarre masochistic masterpiece, aren't I?”
“Furthermore, Joe, the wound doesn't even need to be physical. Need proof? Look at political campaigns these days. One candidate makes slanderous remarks about the other. The next day a new commercial appears on every station, one not only combating the allegations in the opponent’s ad but defaming the opponent as well. As a society, we don’t expect any more out of the big-wig elephants and donkeys during their campaigns. It's almost as commonplace as it is in our industry.”
Davison pauses, his breathing is still somewhat labored. He winces as he coughs before continuing on.
”I understand the respect you are showing me, Joe. You are trying to get on my good side, trying to disarm me. However, I won't fall into your trap. However, I will give you this teensy tiny show of respect. I didn't film this today. This may have been filmed late last night or right after A New Dawn. But this was NOT filmed today."
Davison takes a deep breath, this time without any sign of pain.
”This is the life, you see. The Devil tips his hat to me. I would push my own grandmother down the stairs if it serve my own agenda. You'd be well served to remember that. I'm the fear that keeps you awake at night. I'm the nightmare in the back of your brainpan. When the bell rings, and your heart quivers in nervousness... that's me.”
“And you have good reason to be nervous, Joe. During our first encounter, you were merely and opponent. This time, I am turning you into an example, a human sacrifice for my cause. Wait? What am I talking about? What cause? Well, I'll tell you. It is my intention to exact my revenge on Velez for costing me the tag team match a couple of weeks back. To everyone else, it was some inconsequential tag team match. And after Velez, I'll be going after his little friend who distracted the referee. Velez, do yourself a favor and talk to your new boyfriend. Mike will tell you that it might not be today. It might not be tomorrow. It could be, I don't know, five or six years down the road. But I will find you, and I will exact my revenge and I will take that revenge out of your flesh. Because when you're God, you don't have to break the rules. You make them!”
Davison continues to look at the camera, except now there is a sick smirk across his face.
”For those who missed it. the cuts on my face are a result of being thrown face first into a glass case during the Pawn Shop Match with Mike Laszlo. The cuts are healing, but deep. Look closely and you will see that there is bruising around and even underneath the cuts, reminders of Mike Laszlo slamming me face first onto the hood of a car.”
The camera slowly pans out, revealing his heavily taped midsection.
”The cracked ribs make it hard to breathe. I don't know if it was that spear through the car door or Laszlo's No Mercy that did the damage, but at least I know that Laszlo is in the same predicament that I am.”
He turns his back to the camera, the visible part of his spine is an ugly shade of a brownish-purple bruising.
”Every drop of sweat, every drop of blood, every cut and bruise that covers my body was worth it, because I am still...” Davison raises his right arm, holding the X Champion belt in the air. ”your NCW X Champion!”
Davison grabs his shoulder and winces in pain as he lowers his arm and turns back towards the camera.
”At A New Dawn, I proved that my victories over Mike Laszlo were not a fluke. At A New Dawn, I proved that I deserve to be the NCW X Champion. And at A New Dawn, I proved that not only am I one hell of a wrestler, I'm one hell of a fighter.”
Davison gives off a feigned smile, the best he can muster with the pain that he's in.
”Joe, you're a hell of a competitor. You and I aren't strangers to one another. This time is different. This time you know that I am not some “Johnny Come Lately” that is going to show up try and make a name for myself and then leave when I can't hack it. This time you know that I am for real.”
“But there is something else about this match that is different, Joe. It's that I actually respect you. Coming in here, there were truly only two men I had any respect for, the first being the Ace, the second being Mike Laszlo. While Laszlo has been scratched off of that list for obvious reasons, you stand amongst some elite company. And, yes, I will admit, there are things you have that I don't. Things like compassion. Things like softness. There is a time and a place for those things but in the squared circle is not one of them.”
“Inside of those ropes, I don't care who you are. I don't care where you have been or what you have done. Inside of the ropes, I am the predator. I am the hunter. You think would think that the X Championship would serve as a target, or that I would change my mindset.because everyone wants a shot at the champ. If you believe that, then you are a fool, Everyman.”
Davison this time grabs at his ribs as he gasps for air.
”Joe, I will tell you this clear as day, this will look like your best chance at defeating me. You might even think that this is your golden ticket, so to speak. There can be no doubt that I am not at one hundred percent. But this is actually not to your benefit, Everyman. Instead, it plays right into my hand.”
“Are you familiar with Wounded animal syndrome?” Davison pauses, as if giving the viewers a chance to answer the question. ”It’s a fascinating survival mechanism. When an animal is injured. It becomes overly defensive... aggressive... desperate. However, this pattern does not pertain only to wild animals; humans suffer, well, not all of us suffer from this. In fact, I for one enjoy it. I know, I am some sort of bizarre masochistic masterpiece, aren't I?”
“Furthermore, Joe, the wound doesn't even need to be physical. Need proof? Look at political campaigns these days. One candidate makes slanderous remarks about the other. The next day a new commercial appears on every station, one not only combating the allegations in the opponent’s ad but defaming the opponent as well. As a society, we don’t expect any more out of the big-wig elephants and donkeys during their campaigns. It's almost as commonplace as it is in our industry.”
Davison pauses, his breathing is still somewhat labored. He winces as he coughs before continuing on.
”I understand the respect you are showing me, Joe. You are trying to get on my good side, trying to disarm me. However, I won't fall into your trap. However, I will give you this teensy tiny show of respect. I didn't film this today. This may have been filmed late last night or right after A New Dawn. But this was NOT filmed today."
Davison takes a deep breath, this time without any sign of pain.
”This is the life, you see. The Devil tips his hat to me. I would push my own grandmother down the stairs if it serve my own agenda. You'd be well served to remember that. I'm the fear that keeps you awake at night. I'm the nightmare in the back of your brainpan. When the bell rings, and your heart quivers in nervousness... that's me.”
“And you have good reason to be nervous, Joe. During our first encounter, you were merely and opponent. This time, I am turning you into an example, a human sacrifice for my cause. Wait? What am I talking about? What cause? Well, I'll tell you. It is my intention to exact my revenge on Velez for costing me the tag team match a couple of weeks back. To everyone else, it was some inconsequential tag team match. And after Velez, I'll be going after his little friend who distracted the referee. Velez, do yourself a favor and talk to your new boyfriend. Mike will tell you that it might not be today. It might not be tomorrow. It could be, I don't know, five or six years down the road. But I will find you, and I will exact my revenge and I will take that revenge out of your flesh. Because when you're God, you don't have to break the rules. You make them!”
Davison continues to look at the camera, except now there is a sick smirk across his face.