Post by "Godly" Ken Davison on Oct 6, 2012 9:13:25 GMT -6
The flaming red scar was ablaze against his pale white skin like a sunrise coming up across the horizon. It was a new reminder of an old pain. Some people would view his penchant for cutting himself as a sickness, a disease of sorts. For him, it was just how he got by.
Even now, as his most recent souvenir had just healed, he sat with the cold steel of a razor blade pressed against his wrist. In the ring, the padding and wrist tape covered the wounds and scars so that the public world would not know his private pain. It had been months since his discovery that Sydney Laroux was alive and well. Even knowing this, he had to fight to suppress the influence that the NV Laroux aspect of his personality. Each scar was a reminder of the year he had spent mourning her and the lies that she had perpetrated.
As the edge of the blade pierces the skin, a trickle of blood begins to run down his wrist. He pulls the blade away, stopping the madness for the moment. Davison gets up, smearing the little bit of blood that had reached the face of the table.
Other that the marred surface of the table, Davison's apartment is immaculate. Everything is placed neatly where it belongs, as it should be. The most important thing in his life was to maintain his routine as best as possible. That is what his life seemed to be able... control. He was either fighting to maintain it as Ken or losing it as NV.
”Lex... for all our differences, you and I are far more similar than you would believe. I, too, once held belief in a false God that either hated me or flat out did not exist. I fed into the stories of this kind and loving God who granted His chlidren His blessing. I gave my life to him and I believed in him.”
“From the time I was 11, I was a runaway... a child of the streets. My father left when I was too young to remember and my mother was an alcoholic who's only way of dealing with my father leaving was to take out her hatred of men on me. So I left. I left to life of uncertainty. But that uncertainty was better than the certainty of abuse and neglect I found when I had a quote unquote home.”
“Fast forward four years. I was starving. I hadn't eaten in days and the streets of Boston weren't exactly the most forgiving place for a child to fend for himself. It was a cool summer night. I made my way into one of the suburbs and found a house that had left their window open. It wasn't something I did, but that night, I decided to make my way into that house and just grab something out of the fridge. I figured I would be in and out in the matter of five minutes and no one would ever know I was there.”
Davison pauses for a moment. His expression isn't one of his normal cold confidence. Rather, he seems saddened.
”I thought wrong. That was a night that would change me forever.”
Davison looks up, having gained some composure.
”I never made it to the refrigerator. I passed out within seconds of making it in the house. The daughter of the family found me in the kitchen, passed out. Instead of turning me into the cops, the family took mercy on me and instead took me into their home. Through this family I had found everything I had ever wanted... my salvation.. my happiness... my love.”
“Crystal was the name of their daughter. She and I quickly became inseparable. Where as the rest of the family became the family I never had, Crystal became more than that. We dated for years. She even followed me into the world of wrestling, serving as my manager to keep me in check. I was a lot wilder back in those days, to be honest. She was the love of my life and my guardian angel. She was my world.”
Davison had left himself uncharacteristically vulnerable. Still, he continued on.
”Then came the other night that would change my life. That night was December 19th, 1996. It was my nineteenth birthday. Crystal and I were engaged to be married. I had broken in with one of the major companies at the time and was just starting to find professional success. Life was good...”
Davison's voice trails off for a few moments. The color fades from his face. He stares at the ground, eyes wide as he relives the painful memory.
”It was late at night... two, three in the morning. It was thunder storming out. The phone rang and woke me out of a dead sleep. First thing I had noticed is that she was gone. It was unlike her to leave for no reason. I answered the phone. It was the police. My wife to be had been hit by a drunk driver. I don't think I had even bothered to change. I made it to the hospital just in time for her to die in my arms...”
Davison wipes the tears from his eyes.
”And to find out she was carrying my unborn child.”
Davison stops again, trying to collect himself. Instead of sadness, he is overtaken by an anger that seems to make NV Laroux's mania seem subdued.
”So what did I do? I came home, got drunk and slit my wrist. By some supposed “miracle of God” my stepbrother had come to check on me and called 911. I woke up before the EMTs arrived. In a pool of my own blood and vomit I sat. Looking up at the heavens I asked myself what sort of kind and loving Father would allow this to happen to one of His children. The fact of the matter is, if this God did exist, and he was as compassionate as I had been taught, than he would not allow this to happen to me.”
“After I sobered up and was released from the hospital, I took a good, hard look in the mirror. If God was supposed to be in control of my life and my destiny, then I was going to be that God. I was going to be in control of my life from that point forward. The Christian God I had been raised to worship was dead to me. I would be my own God.”
Davison cocks his head, turning towards the camera with a twisted smile upon his face.
”If that makes me crazy, Lex... then I am guilty as charged. My narcissism and the fact that I refer to myself as God are not connected. In fact, my narcissism is caused by the fact that I have spent a career chopping redwoods like you down to size.”
“Fact of the matter is, I don't need to once again run down the men I've defeated... Laszlo... Jacobesen... cleanly might I add. What makes me so much better than you and the rest of the Kendamned roster is the fact that I am intellectually superior to each and every other man on the roster. I have to ability to adapt to any situation in less than a moments notice. And, as I have noted before, I've made a career out of beating men like you, little man.”
The irony of calling a seven foot monster “little man” is not lost on Davison. He smiles in spite of himself, if only for a moment.
”Lex, you aren't the first of your kind. You are nothing more of a xerox of almost every seven footer in this business. At least you haven't sat there proclaiming yourself a giant and all that other usual static I hear. But the little comment about me being caught in your footprint... nice touch.”
“The biggest difference between us is that I deserve this. I have proven all over the world that I am one, if not the best, in the world. The reason I came to NCW is so I could face men like you, men who have proven that you, too, are among the best in the world. The difference is I have already cemented my legacy. Unlike you, I don't need NCW to prove that I am one of the all time greats. Unlike you, I don't need to win this tournament to prove I deserve a shot at the World Heavyweight Champion. This doesn't make me or break me one way or the other. Winning this tournament doesn't validate me. It pads my resume.”
“Most men suffer from illusions of grandeur, meanwhile you suffer from delusions of adequacy. I have defeated every man I have faces in NCW thus far, and while Kanyon was fortunate enough to win the last meeting, he too has lost at my hands. And if I should decide that I want to take the X Championship back, Kanyon knows I am more than capable enough of doing it. Just as Jacobsen, our esteemed World Champion, knows I could take his championship away from him as well. And Lex, I am going to bring you down off of the pedestal you've put yourself on to further cement my point.”
“But, if you take nothing else away from what I've said, Lex, remember this one thing. You are indeed the future. But the future is uncertain. The one thing that is certain is that in five months with this company, only one man has been capable of defeating me without any sort of assistance, and that man... he isn't you. The GKD, “Godly” Ken Davison is always in control, and this match won't be any different.”