Post by "Godly" Ken Davison on Oct 13, 2012 9:58:24 GMT -6
The sweltering heat of the sun beats down on the desert crossroads, a sole figure stands between the two intersecting dirt roads as the shot zooms into an extreme close up of a pair of soft lips. A cigarette finds its way to the lips as the figure sucks in a deep breathe full of smoke. A second later and the billowy gray escapes. A second puff and we pull out to reveal none other than the former X Champion, “Godly” Ken Davison.
He's dressed casually in a pair of blue jeans and a “Godly” Ken Davison T-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. He takes another deep drag and lets the smoke escape from his mouth ascending past his eyes and into the blowing wind.
"It would seem that I am at a crossroads here, both literally and figuratively. In my career here, I have found a great deal of individual success. However, with my X Championship loss to Curtis D. Kanyon added with my Road to the Gold loss to Lex Sense, I had found myself struggling to find my place. For the fans of NCW, it's pretty obvious they don't understand my situation... Then again...” Davison pauses and takes another drag of his cigarette. “I wouldn't expect them to.”
“Since the day I started here in NCW, I have felt like I have been wandering around in a maze with no way out. The only time that I have had any true sense of direction was when I was feuding over the X Championship with Mike Laszlo. The Road to the Gold tournament had given me a chance to change that, as a straight shot to Jacobsen and a World Title shot would have rectified that. And while Lex Sense may have been the better man last week, that does not change the fact that I will one day become the face of this company. And while the door that leads to Jacobsen may have closed, another proverbial door has opened.”
“You see, my time here started out from this small seed between two people, the lovely” The sarcasm practically drips off his tongue as he speaks. “Rose Acantha and myself. It was a thing built on trust, as we had spent time in therapy together. She brought me here because she thought I could help her boy, Webb. I got here and we had our victory over Reeves and his daughter. Shortly there after, she and Webb disappeared. Then slowly everything started to die. The one person I thought that could help me once I got out of Shady Pines was gone.”
Davison finds himself on the last drag of his cigarette, he breathes in deep and lets out a slow stream of gray, before throwing the butt to the ground and stomping out the dying embers.
"I used my rage, and I extracted my revenge upon The Ace and Mike Laszlo for losses suffered elsewhere. Ever since then it's like I have been dying inside, bleeding myself dry without even knowing it. I went from defeating the greatest X Champion the company had ever seen and went to losing the championship in just two months. I went from something that people wanted to see, from being Mr. Popular to feeling like I couldn't do this anymore.”
“All the while there wasn't anyone to me from destroying myself from the inside out. But this week, I've come to something of a realization. Losing to Lex Sense doesn't make me any lesser. In fact, I think it makes me more dangerous. It makes me hungrier. Go ask Laszlo. He made the mistake of underestimating me the first time he and I fought. The second time, he made that same mistake foolishly believing that my first victory was a fluke. And the week before our Pawn Shop Match, it took the help of Charlie Velez for him to beat me in that tag match. Then, after the I defeated him in the Pawn Shop Match, I had finally vanquished the ghost that had haunted for years. And then... the hunger died.”
“After losing to the title, I was completely empty inside. I lost the center of my being. For the first time in my life, I did not know what to do anymore. In my matches against Kingsley and Lex Sense, I was just going through the motions. I thought I would be able to coast by on my ability, and in Kingsley's case I did just that. But without my passion, my hunger, I was not man enough to defeat Lex Sense. I can admit that now.”
Davison smiles in a warm manner, a far contrast for the cocky smirk he has been accustomed to giving. He seems sincere and genuine. He digs into his back pocket and pulls out a cartoon of smokes, drawing the long cancer stick from its case and placing it between his lips.
"I have decided that it is time to change my ways. I will once again walk the path to championship glory. Except this time I'm not alone. You see, this time, I have someone else to walk the path with me. This isn't like all of the other tag team matches I've had with partners like Laszlo and Kanyon that would just as soon drive a dagger in my spine to advance their own selfish wants and needs. I have a partner that I feel I can trust. I don't know what it is about Alex Jones, but there is something about this partnership that makes me want to allow him to place his trust in me. With my history, I know it won't be easy for him. But in time, should we make it through this tournament and win the Tag Team Championships, he will not regret placing his trust in me.”
Davison strikes a match against the legs of his jeans and brings it to his face, cupping the flame with his hands as he breathes in deep. Ken throws the match to the ground and kicks dirt over it.
"Alex, let me ask you something. Who cares that you lost to Adam Knite? The man is one of the best in the business, and there is no shame in losing to him. You want to be a loser, that's fine, Alex. But frankly, I expect better from you. You need to get your head in the Kendamned game. Lex Sense beat me last week. Mike Laszlo lost to Roberto Verona last week. Neither one of us is sitting around going “boo-frickety-woo”. Man up, boy.”
Davison blows some smoke out of his nose like you'd expect to see out of an angry dragon.
”You're mad because someone threw you a bone? Then do something about it. Show me... show Laszlo and Ortega... show the fan, the suits and most importantly show YOURSELF that you deserve the Tag Team Championship. You've got a partner, a damned good partner, if I do say so myself, that you can coexist with. You didn't end up with a RAW deal like some of the other guys did. You have a partner who has three... three consecutive victories over Laszlo. The man is a beast, but you've got the beast tamer on your side. You don't need to prove your worth to me, Alex. Hell, you don't even need to prove yourself to the fans, even though I know you would love to have them behind you. The only person you have to prove anything to is yourself.”
"You even said it that long ago that you were beating anyone put in front of you. You were facing the best and making them realize you belong with the NCW elite. I want you to notice something, Alex. I said “belong” in the present tense, not “belonged” in the past tense like you did. You and I are very similar in that regard, Alex. I have done exactly the same thing you have done. Now, I have two choices, I can roll over and let Lex Sense become my equivalent to your Adam Knite or I can stand with you, and make an example of Mike Laszlo and Davey Ortega. Whether you man up and take advantage of this opportunity is up to you."
Davison takes another drag before pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and looking down at it.
”You know, I really need to quit these. They are the last of my vices, but if I don't stop, they are going to be the end of me.”
Davison places the cigarette back in his mouth before his starts talking again.
”Now, the one thing I have to say about Davey Ortego, is that he's smart enough to try to get into Alex's head and not mine. You aren't the only legitimate genius, Davey. And while I may be egotistical and arrogant, but as you have seen, I back it up. The fact of the matter is that I don't need to carry Jones. He can stand on his own two feet. Quite frankly, if he expects me to carry him, he's dead wrong. He'll learn right quick that the GKD, “Godly” Ken Davison expects to be the best and expects the same out of his partner. I will tell you upfront, Davey, if Alex isn't up to the task, I will leave his ass out there alone for you and Laszlo to devour when the match is over.”
“Of course, if you are really as intelligent as you claim to be, then you realize that in the grand scheme of things, you don't matter to me. You've got hopes and dreams. I've got ways and means. I make things happen. I am the catalyst... the fire starter... and you my friend, are about to get burned.”
Davison looks ready to take another drag, but turns the cigarette and stares at it before snapping it in half and throwing it over his shoulder. The cigarette falls in slow motion to the ground and lands beside a patch of wet and darker sand.
"And of course, how can I forget the sad, sad sack of horse crap known as Mike Laszlo. You see, Laszlo, unlike your own partner, I do trust you. I trust you to use Ortega until you don't need him anymore and then discard him like yesterday's newspaper. I trust you to look out only for yourself, as you did to Jason Evans. Of course, beating Jason's brains in hardly counts as an accomplishment. He's win-loss record against me is only marginally worse than yours.”
“Still, I have to look at you and laugh. You are so sad and pathetic that you have to bask in the victories of others. You are happier than a pig in **** that Kanyon took the X Championship from around my waist. And you want to talk about riding someone's coattails? If I didn't know better, I swear you were almost taking credit for my title loss. Do me a favor, try not to dislocate your arm patting yourself on the back, Mikey.”
“As similar as you and I are, Mike, here is where we are vastly different. As much of a bastard as I am, I know the meaning of the word loyalty. I don't have a long, drawn out history of feuding with men that men that I've screwed over. You think that you're some big deal because you got Jacobsen's attention? Let me remind you that I have a clean victory over Jacobsen. He knows not to piss me off. Unlike you, he knows not to rattle my cage.”
“As far as I am concerned, Laszlo, you are the man I need to watch out for in this match. Now this isn't a knock against Ortega, or even my own partner. The reason I am weary of you is because you know me better than any other person in this match. On the same token, you should be just as aware that I can and will end you given the opportunity for I have the physical and mental prowess to dissect you like a worm, but lack the conscious to feel bad about it when I do.”
“When I here you say 'sorry about your luck' and 'you're in the wrong place at the wrong time,' I realize more and more how much I miss the man you used to be. Because that man didn't have to resort to such tired and uncreative statements. The man I know instilled fear into his opponents and made them fear the name “Slayer”. But as you've said, Slayer is, for all intents and purposes, dead. Maybe, just maybe, you should learn to let the little fellow out of play once in a while. If you could tap into him, as I've learned to tap into NV when the need arises, you might actually be dangerous.”
Davison bends down and grabs a handful of sand and stands up, letting it fall from the bottom of his fist.
"Time is running out and everyone can feel it. One more match, one final stand... but how are all of you going to deal with it, Mikey? Does it make you sick to your stomach, is it eating away at everything you believed in? Even you turned to the dark side. It was only a matter of time after I made you see how sick and pathetic you had become. Personally, I am looking forward to Trauma, and looking forward to once again facing off with you, my old friend. “
Davison pulls out a book of matches and rips a single match out. He strikes it agianst his jean leg again and throws it behind his shoulder, just a little further past the still burning cigarette. It hits the dark wet sand and ignites into a wall of flames.
"I know you think you've got something on me, Laszlo. But when I flame out, you won't be the one that causes me to burn. See you at Trauma.”
Davison stands confidently behind the fire, laughing as the camera fades to black.
He's dressed casually in a pair of blue jeans and a “Godly” Ken Davison T-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. He takes another deep drag and lets the smoke escape from his mouth ascending past his eyes and into the blowing wind.
"It would seem that I am at a crossroads here, both literally and figuratively. In my career here, I have found a great deal of individual success. However, with my X Championship loss to Curtis D. Kanyon added with my Road to the Gold loss to Lex Sense, I had found myself struggling to find my place. For the fans of NCW, it's pretty obvious they don't understand my situation... Then again...” Davison pauses and takes another drag of his cigarette. “I wouldn't expect them to.”
“Since the day I started here in NCW, I have felt like I have been wandering around in a maze with no way out. The only time that I have had any true sense of direction was when I was feuding over the X Championship with Mike Laszlo. The Road to the Gold tournament had given me a chance to change that, as a straight shot to Jacobsen and a World Title shot would have rectified that. And while Lex Sense may have been the better man last week, that does not change the fact that I will one day become the face of this company. And while the door that leads to Jacobsen may have closed, another proverbial door has opened.”
“You see, my time here started out from this small seed between two people, the lovely” The sarcasm practically drips off his tongue as he speaks. “Rose Acantha and myself. It was a thing built on trust, as we had spent time in therapy together. She brought me here because she thought I could help her boy, Webb. I got here and we had our victory over Reeves and his daughter. Shortly there after, she and Webb disappeared. Then slowly everything started to die. The one person I thought that could help me once I got out of Shady Pines was gone.”
Davison finds himself on the last drag of his cigarette, he breathes in deep and lets out a slow stream of gray, before throwing the butt to the ground and stomping out the dying embers.
"I used my rage, and I extracted my revenge upon The Ace and Mike Laszlo for losses suffered elsewhere. Ever since then it's like I have been dying inside, bleeding myself dry without even knowing it. I went from defeating the greatest X Champion the company had ever seen and went to losing the championship in just two months. I went from something that people wanted to see, from being Mr. Popular to feeling like I couldn't do this anymore.”
“All the while there wasn't anyone to me from destroying myself from the inside out. But this week, I've come to something of a realization. Losing to Lex Sense doesn't make me any lesser. In fact, I think it makes me more dangerous. It makes me hungrier. Go ask Laszlo. He made the mistake of underestimating me the first time he and I fought. The second time, he made that same mistake foolishly believing that my first victory was a fluke. And the week before our Pawn Shop Match, it took the help of Charlie Velez for him to beat me in that tag match. Then, after the I defeated him in the Pawn Shop Match, I had finally vanquished the ghost that had haunted for years. And then... the hunger died.”
“After losing to the title, I was completely empty inside. I lost the center of my being. For the first time in my life, I did not know what to do anymore. In my matches against Kingsley and Lex Sense, I was just going through the motions. I thought I would be able to coast by on my ability, and in Kingsley's case I did just that. But without my passion, my hunger, I was not man enough to defeat Lex Sense. I can admit that now.”
Davison smiles in a warm manner, a far contrast for the cocky smirk he has been accustomed to giving. He seems sincere and genuine. He digs into his back pocket and pulls out a cartoon of smokes, drawing the long cancer stick from its case and placing it between his lips.
"I have decided that it is time to change my ways. I will once again walk the path to championship glory. Except this time I'm not alone. You see, this time, I have someone else to walk the path with me. This isn't like all of the other tag team matches I've had with partners like Laszlo and Kanyon that would just as soon drive a dagger in my spine to advance their own selfish wants and needs. I have a partner that I feel I can trust. I don't know what it is about Alex Jones, but there is something about this partnership that makes me want to allow him to place his trust in me. With my history, I know it won't be easy for him. But in time, should we make it through this tournament and win the Tag Team Championships, he will not regret placing his trust in me.”
Davison strikes a match against the legs of his jeans and brings it to his face, cupping the flame with his hands as he breathes in deep. Ken throws the match to the ground and kicks dirt over it.
"Alex, let me ask you something. Who cares that you lost to Adam Knite? The man is one of the best in the business, and there is no shame in losing to him. You want to be a loser, that's fine, Alex. But frankly, I expect better from you. You need to get your head in the Kendamned game. Lex Sense beat me last week. Mike Laszlo lost to Roberto Verona last week. Neither one of us is sitting around going “boo-frickety-woo”. Man up, boy.”
Davison blows some smoke out of his nose like you'd expect to see out of an angry dragon.
”You're mad because someone threw you a bone? Then do something about it. Show me... show Laszlo and Ortega... show the fan, the suits and most importantly show YOURSELF that you deserve the Tag Team Championship. You've got a partner, a damned good partner, if I do say so myself, that you can coexist with. You didn't end up with a RAW deal like some of the other guys did. You have a partner who has three... three consecutive victories over Laszlo. The man is a beast, but you've got the beast tamer on your side. You don't need to prove your worth to me, Alex. Hell, you don't even need to prove yourself to the fans, even though I know you would love to have them behind you. The only person you have to prove anything to is yourself.”
"You even said it that long ago that you were beating anyone put in front of you. You were facing the best and making them realize you belong with the NCW elite. I want you to notice something, Alex. I said “belong” in the present tense, not “belonged” in the past tense like you did. You and I are very similar in that regard, Alex. I have done exactly the same thing you have done. Now, I have two choices, I can roll over and let Lex Sense become my equivalent to your Adam Knite or I can stand with you, and make an example of Mike Laszlo and Davey Ortega. Whether you man up and take advantage of this opportunity is up to you."
Davison takes another drag before pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and looking down at it.
”You know, I really need to quit these. They are the last of my vices, but if I don't stop, they are going to be the end of me.”
Davison places the cigarette back in his mouth before his starts talking again.
”Now, the one thing I have to say about Davey Ortego, is that he's smart enough to try to get into Alex's head and not mine. You aren't the only legitimate genius, Davey. And while I may be egotistical and arrogant, but as you have seen, I back it up. The fact of the matter is that I don't need to carry Jones. He can stand on his own two feet. Quite frankly, if he expects me to carry him, he's dead wrong. He'll learn right quick that the GKD, “Godly” Ken Davison expects to be the best and expects the same out of his partner. I will tell you upfront, Davey, if Alex isn't up to the task, I will leave his ass out there alone for you and Laszlo to devour when the match is over.”
“Of course, if you are really as intelligent as you claim to be, then you realize that in the grand scheme of things, you don't matter to me. You've got hopes and dreams. I've got ways and means. I make things happen. I am the catalyst... the fire starter... and you my friend, are about to get burned.”
Davison looks ready to take another drag, but turns the cigarette and stares at it before snapping it in half and throwing it over his shoulder. The cigarette falls in slow motion to the ground and lands beside a patch of wet and darker sand.
"And of course, how can I forget the sad, sad sack of horse crap known as Mike Laszlo. You see, Laszlo, unlike your own partner, I do trust you. I trust you to use Ortega until you don't need him anymore and then discard him like yesterday's newspaper. I trust you to look out only for yourself, as you did to Jason Evans. Of course, beating Jason's brains in hardly counts as an accomplishment. He's win-loss record against me is only marginally worse than yours.”
“Still, I have to look at you and laugh. You are so sad and pathetic that you have to bask in the victories of others. You are happier than a pig in **** that Kanyon took the X Championship from around my waist. And you want to talk about riding someone's coattails? If I didn't know better, I swear you were almost taking credit for my title loss. Do me a favor, try not to dislocate your arm patting yourself on the back, Mikey.”
“As similar as you and I are, Mike, here is where we are vastly different. As much of a bastard as I am, I know the meaning of the word loyalty. I don't have a long, drawn out history of feuding with men that men that I've screwed over. You think that you're some big deal because you got Jacobsen's attention? Let me remind you that I have a clean victory over Jacobsen. He knows not to piss me off. Unlike you, he knows not to rattle my cage.”
“As far as I am concerned, Laszlo, you are the man I need to watch out for in this match. Now this isn't a knock against Ortega, or even my own partner. The reason I am weary of you is because you know me better than any other person in this match. On the same token, you should be just as aware that I can and will end you given the opportunity for I have the physical and mental prowess to dissect you like a worm, but lack the conscious to feel bad about it when I do.”
“When I here you say 'sorry about your luck' and 'you're in the wrong place at the wrong time,' I realize more and more how much I miss the man you used to be. Because that man didn't have to resort to such tired and uncreative statements. The man I know instilled fear into his opponents and made them fear the name “Slayer”. But as you've said, Slayer is, for all intents and purposes, dead. Maybe, just maybe, you should learn to let the little fellow out of play once in a while. If you could tap into him, as I've learned to tap into NV when the need arises, you might actually be dangerous.”
Davison bends down and grabs a handful of sand and stands up, letting it fall from the bottom of his fist.
"Time is running out and everyone can feel it. One more match, one final stand... but how are all of you going to deal with it, Mikey? Does it make you sick to your stomach, is it eating away at everything you believed in? Even you turned to the dark side. It was only a matter of time after I made you see how sick and pathetic you had become. Personally, I am looking forward to Trauma, and looking forward to once again facing off with you, my old friend. “
Davison pulls out a book of matches and rips a single match out. He strikes it agianst his jean leg again and throws it behind his shoulder, just a little further past the still burning cigarette. It hits the dark wet sand and ignites into a wall of flames.
"I know you think you've got something on me, Laszlo. But when I flame out, you won't be the one that causes me to burn. See you at Trauma.”
Davison stands confidently behind the fire, laughing as the camera fades to black.