Post by "Godly" Ken Davison on Sept 21, 2012 23:59:27 GMT -6
Driving down the highway on his way to his next show, “Godly” Ken Davison was deep in thought. ”Intensity.” He mutters to himself. ”If nothing else, Kanyon has an intensity about him that few I ever seen can muster.”
Sitting at the steering wheel, he closes his eyes and massages the back of his neck. He isn't trying to get rid of the pain. It came on it's own and it will leave him naturally in time. He never has believed in Tylenol or other crap like that.
What he is trying to do is enjoy the pain as fully as possible. With his fingertips he finds an especially sore spot just to the left of the third cervical vertebra, and he presses on it until the pain causes faint sprays of twinkly white and gray lights on the blackness behind his eyelids, like distant fireworks in a world without color.
”Very nice.”
Two vertebrae farther down, he locates an even more sensitive point of inflamed tendon ir muscle, a wonderful little button buried deep in the flesh which, when pressed causes pain to shoot all the way across his shoulder and down his trapezius. At first, he works the spot with a lover's tender touch. He groans softly, then he attacks it vigorously until the sweet agony makes him suck air between his clenched teeth.
One last squeeze of his neck. The pain. He sighs as he pulls off the highway into a service station. All eight of the pumps are self-service. Davison parks at the outer service island and gets out of his vehicle.
”Intensity,” he whispers to no one in particlar. Davison felt as though he was just as intense as Curtis D. Kanyon, but his was a different kind of intensity. Where as Kanyon's intensity raged uncontrolled, like a wildfire, Davison's intensity was more controlled, as precise as a laser beam.
”Pain is merely a part of life. By embracing it, one can find surprising satisfaction in suffering. More importantly, getting in touch with your own pain makes it easier for you to take pleasure in the pain of others.”
“I do not expect to live forever. My time in this body is finite and precious. Therefore, it must not be wasted. Yet, the powers that be have deemed that you, Kanyon, a man I have already defeated, are worthy to get the opportunity to become the next victim of the GKD, “Godly” Ken Davison.”
“I do not believe in reincarnation or any of the standard promises of an afterlife that are sold by the world's great religions. Although...” Davison pauses for just a brief moment, lost in thought. ”At times I sense as though I am approaching a a revelation of tremendous importance. I am willing to contemplate the possibility that the immortal soul exists, and that my own spirit may one day be exalted. But if I am to undergo this apotheosis, it will be brought about by my own actions, Kanyon, not by you... not by the divine grace you believe has been bestowed upon you. No, no, no... if I do, in fact, become the God that I claim to be, the transformation will occur because I have already chosen to live like a god. I live my life without fear, without remorse, without limits and with all of my senses so fiercely sharpened. “
“Anyone can smell a rose and enjoy it's scent. But I have trained myself to the point where I can feel the destruction of it's beauty if I were to crush the flower in my fist. If I were to have a rose now, if I were to chew the petals, I would be able to taste not merely the rose itself, but the redness of it. Just as if I were to cut you open, Curtis, if I were to taste your blood, I would not only taste the redness of your blood, but also the blackness of your soul.”
“I have never met anyone who can understand the intensity with which I experience the world or the greater intensity for which I strive. With my help, Kanyon, perhaps one day, you could understand. But now, playing with your imaginary friend that you call “God”, you are far too immature.”
“What you fail to understand is the sheer and utter gravity of your situation. While you sit in your smoke filled rooms, polluting your lungs with whatever poison it is that fills the building that houses your cult, I tell you this. Ragnarok does not look upon your house with favor, Kanyon. Because Ragnorok is a lie. I am the truth. I am the reality, a reality that you are going to once again have to face.”
“Right now, you look into my eyes... you look into my soul and you claim that you know who and more importantly, what I am. But can you honestly sit there and tell me that you know what you are up against? You have tried once before to bring me crashing down to earth. Not only did you fail, Kanyon. You failed mightily. And just as each day the sun rises and the sun sets, history shall repeat itself as I will vanquish you. I will defeat you and I will defeat your diluted ideals. I will not only validate my existence, but I will further deify myself.”
“When I won the NCW X Championship, I did so by defeating the most dominant man to ever hold this title. When I won the NCW X Championship, I took an oath that not only would take pride in my defeat of Mike Laszlo, but that I would surpass him. And all you are to me, Kanyon, is another stone on the path I walk on the way to achieving that goal.”
Davison again pauses, this time, however, a mischievous smirk crosses his face.
”Let me express this in a manner in which this may pierce through your diluted ignorance and embed itself upon your psyche. If this were indeed Ragnarok, than I would be Fenrir and you would be Odin, and in battle I will figuratively swallow you whole, as Fenrir did to Odin. And I look around, and I see that you have no son to pierce my heart with his spear. This is not your little Viking fantasy land, Kanyon. Open your eyes to reality, and you will see that I am walking in to this match as the exalted one and I will walk out exactly the same way. I am exactly what I claim to be, Kanyon. I am the living God of NCW. And you... you have been weighed. You have been measured. And you have been found wanting.”
