Post by "Godly" Ken Davison on Oct 27, 2012 18:45:11 GMT -6
”And joining us now on the Robbie Grimm Wrestling Power Hour is Figment Image, a man that some of you fans in the Florida area may remember from his time in the late nineties running a promotion. Mr .Image, what have you been up to the last few years.?”
”Well, I've stepped away from the wrestling scene and have been successfully running Figment Image Enterprises for almost fifteen years now.”
”Well, this show has been dedicated to previewing New Championship Wrestling's “Road to the Gold VI” pay-per-view, which takes place tomorrow night at 8 PM Eastern time. What many of you out there may not realize is that “Godly” Ken Davison worked under you for a couple of years.”
”Yes, he did. From early 1997 to around the end of 1998.”
”So what can you tell us about Davison that Team America should be aware of?”
”First and foremost, Davison really is as smart as he appears. It's common knowledge that Ken faced a major loss at the end of 1997, losing his fiancee and unborn child. Since that time, he has become completely fearless. That is what has enabled him to become so successful in this business. I once saw him walk up to, well, climb the turnbuckles, to get in the face of a 7' 10” giant by the name of Kain Pillar, slap him across the face and call him “little man.””
”You've got to be kidding me.”
”I can't say that I am. I witnessed it with my own eyes. The long and the short of it is that Davison was lifted a good eleven feet from the ring where Pillar stood and was chokeslammed out to the floor. And you know what? Davison was back the very next week and competing. He's a tough bastard, I will give him that.”
”After seeing him compete in the Pawn Shop Match against Mike Laszlo, no one would ever question his toughness.”
”Certainly. He really had no choice. When he started, the kid got beaten like the proverbial government mule. He was the smallest guy on the roster. To his credit, he learned to adapt his style and pin point body parts to weaken his opponent. In wrestling, it isn't survival of the fittest, or even survival of the smartest. It is survival of the most adaptable. And for what it's worth, Davison may be the most adaptive creature to ever enter a wrestling ring.”
”And what advice would you offer his tag team partner, Alex Jones.”
”DON'T TRUST HIM.”
”Really? Because to here Ken tell it, he's turned over a new leaf.”
”I have continued to watch Ken through out his career, and there are only two partners in his entire career, and remember, this a career that has spanned over a decade and a half, that he hasn't turned on. One was his sister, Saber, and the other was his step-brother, Sean Pollux. Alex Jones, unless you are somehow related to Ken and not telling anyone, watch your back. It might not be today. It might not be tomorrow or next week or next month. But eventually, Davison will plant a knife in your back. And you could bet a vital organ on that.”
”Wow. Strong words from Figment Image...”
The sound of the podcast is abruptly cut off as “Godly” Ken Davison slams his mouse down and walks away from the computer. No one, not even his closest friends, were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. What was he supposed to do? Start kissing babies and taking photos like he was some sort of Presidential candidate? He might be trying his damnedest to form a cohesive unit with Alex Jones, but he wasn't going to change the way he went about his business.
Figment Image was right. He had started his career as a doormat. He had managed to win one match in his first three months with the company. But the that was then. This is now. It shouldn't matter what Figment Image had said. Not unless Alex Jones was listening to the same podcast, at least. Somewhere in the background, his telephone began ringing. Davison chooses to ignore it and let the phone ring. A few moments later, his voice comes from the answering machine.
”Davison residence. Leave it.”
BEEP!”
”Hey, bro. It's Sean. Pick up, homeboy.” Sean pauses for a moment, waiting to see if his step-brother is going to pick up. ”Alrighty, then. Listen, homeboy. I'll be there to get your ass to the airport. Bus leaves in an hour. Be ready, dude.”
”Guess I need to get ready.” Ken thought to himself. It still weighed heavily on his mind if the team of Divine Royalty would survive or if it would burn as other team did. Road to the Gold was going to be the litmus test that could very well determine that.
”Here we are at the precipice of having the NCW Tag Team Championship settling upon the waists of Divine Royalty. Alex and I stand at the bottom of the mountain, looking up at Team America. Defeating Laszlo and Ortega was a huge, but only the first step our climb to the top. Both of those men could carry a team by themselves, and surviving that challenge proved that Alex Jones and Ken Davison are quite a formidable team.”
“Next, Curtis D. Kanyon and Dexter Davis fought us in a hard fought battle. And I will be the first to admit, I was a bit worried about this match. Kanyon has had my number recently, but when you are a top caliber athlete, you cannot allow such doubts to crawl into your head. They too, proved to be a challenge, but in the end, they too, met the same fate as Laszlo and Ortega. Which leads us to this moment...”
Davison folds his hands in front of his face, before lifting his gaze to the camera. A wide smile crosses his face.
”Gib, you need to take your eyes off the record books and focus them on what sits in front of you. I made that mistake once, and when I did, I was punished for it. The last I saw of your partner, I discovered he had the spine of a jellyfish, the pain threshold of a fourth grade nerd, and the vagina in his relationship. You can sit there and put over your partner all you want, but that last time I saw him, the only thing I saw was his ass, and he ran away from a promotion with his tail tucked between his legs. Now this was two or three years ago, granted. Now, I've actually heard a rumor he's got some balls now. The shame of it is, they are sitting on his chin.”
“And you, Gib. Listening to you speak, it's obvious that you spent hours on the internet just trying to find big words so that you could appear as though you are my intellectual equal. The fact of the matter is that you have no idea what in the bluest of blue hells you are talking about. You figure that because there are variable, that invalidates my argument. All the while you sit there and offer not a single counterpoint. Gib, you are a fraud, a farce, and I find your seemingly clever rouse to be a personal affront to myself, as well as to the other members of MENSA that I associate with.”
“As for Alex Jones, you are absolutely correct in your assessment of him... at least you would have been a month ago. Alex is in the middle of a career resurgence. The man has shown me that he is a more than capable partner, and I am proud to have earned this tag team title shot with him.”
“When you first heard that you and Simon were going to be defending your titles against a makeshift tag team at Road to the Gold, you must have been salivating at the opportunity to face a tag team that barely got along, let alone showed any signs of cohesiveness. But Alex has put his undying trust in me, just as I have put my trust in him.”
“To say that this isn't my first rodeo is like saying that wasn't Gib's first tired cliché. And the man is obviously delirious because of the fact that he is talking about every other place we have been. The problem with his alleged logic is that until I came to NCW, he had I have never worked for the same company. By his own admission, he has made mistake after mistake. For your own sake, sir, I hope you aren't making the mistake of underestimating me.”
Davison pauses for a moment, making certain to choose his words carefully.
”Now Simon, I am going to do something that it is not normally in my faculties to do. I am going to give you a pass.” Davison chuckles momentarily. ”Don't think that means I am going to take it easy on you tomorrow night. I am giving you a pass for our last meeting. You were on your way out. It was your last match with that particular company. Why would you even give two craps who your opponent was? I mean, it's not like you had the pride to leave the company as a fighting champion. You tucked your balls away comfortably in Zelda's purse and walked off into the sunset. By just mailing it in, you lost not only the title you carried into the arena that night, but you lost your manhood. You are a “Ma”. You are a half a man. You have no “n” if you will.”
“But as I said before, the past is the past and people can change, can being the operative word. That's important because they rarely do change. I will tell you right now, I am as transparent as plastic wrap. I haven't changed. I am still the same surly, heartless bastard that I was a couple of years ago. I would punch your woman in the mouth with a pair of brass knuckles if I felt that it would give me some sort of advantage. Ask Steven Kingsley, I have it on good authority that he knows a woman that once received treatment from. Although, I could be wrong.”
“This match is about more than the NCW Tag Team Championship for me. This match is about proving to NCW that I can hang with the men who are considered the cornerstones of this company. And if either one of you chooses to doubt me, I would be more than glad to face you mano y mano and show you that I am the type of man who does exactly what he intends to do, and then does it. Team America... I don't care who you are or what you stand for. All I care about is beating the two of you into the ground, whether or not or you hold the tag titles. Para bellum, gentlemen... Para Bellum.
”Well, I've stepped away from the wrestling scene and have been successfully running Figment Image Enterprises for almost fifteen years now.”
”Well, this show has been dedicated to previewing New Championship Wrestling's “Road to the Gold VI” pay-per-view, which takes place tomorrow night at 8 PM Eastern time. What many of you out there may not realize is that “Godly” Ken Davison worked under you for a couple of years.”
”Yes, he did. From early 1997 to around the end of 1998.”
”So what can you tell us about Davison that Team America should be aware of?”
”First and foremost, Davison really is as smart as he appears. It's common knowledge that Ken faced a major loss at the end of 1997, losing his fiancee and unborn child. Since that time, he has become completely fearless. That is what has enabled him to become so successful in this business. I once saw him walk up to, well, climb the turnbuckles, to get in the face of a 7' 10” giant by the name of Kain Pillar, slap him across the face and call him “little man.””
”You've got to be kidding me.”
”I can't say that I am. I witnessed it with my own eyes. The long and the short of it is that Davison was lifted a good eleven feet from the ring where Pillar stood and was chokeslammed out to the floor. And you know what? Davison was back the very next week and competing. He's a tough bastard, I will give him that.”
”After seeing him compete in the Pawn Shop Match against Mike Laszlo, no one would ever question his toughness.”
”Certainly. He really had no choice. When he started, the kid got beaten like the proverbial government mule. He was the smallest guy on the roster. To his credit, he learned to adapt his style and pin point body parts to weaken his opponent. In wrestling, it isn't survival of the fittest, or even survival of the smartest. It is survival of the most adaptable. And for what it's worth, Davison may be the most adaptive creature to ever enter a wrestling ring.”
”And what advice would you offer his tag team partner, Alex Jones.”
”DON'T TRUST HIM.”
”Really? Because to here Ken tell it, he's turned over a new leaf.”
”I have continued to watch Ken through out his career, and there are only two partners in his entire career, and remember, this a career that has spanned over a decade and a half, that he hasn't turned on. One was his sister, Saber, and the other was his step-brother, Sean Pollux. Alex Jones, unless you are somehow related to Ken and not telling anyone, watch your back. It might not be today. It might not be tomorrow or next week or next month. But eventually, Davison will plant a knife in your back. And you could bet a vital organ on that.”
”Wow. Strong words from Figment Image...”
The sound of the podcast is abruptly cut off as “Godly” Ken Davison slams his mouse down and walks away from the computer. No one, not even his closest friends, were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. What was he supposed to do? Start kissing babies and taking photos like he was some sort of Presidential candidate? He might be trying his damnedest to form a cohesive unit with Alex Jones, but he wasn't going to change the way he went about his business.
Figment Image was right. He had started his career as a doormat. He had managed to win one match in his first three months with the company. But the that was then. This is now. It shouldn't matter what Figment Image had said. Not unless Alex Jones was listening to the same podcast, at least. Somewhere in the background, his telephone began ringing. Davison chooses to ignore it and let the phone ring. A few moments later, his voice comes from the answering machine.
”Davison residence. Leave it.”
BEEP!”
”Hey, bro. It's Sean. Pick up, homeboy.” Sean pauses for a moment, waiting to see if his step-brother is going to pick up. ”Alrighty, then. Listen, homeboy. I'll be there to get your ass to the airport. Bus leaves in an hour. Be ready, dude.”
”Guess I need to get ready.” Ken thought to himself. It still weighed heavily on his mind if the team of Divine Royalty would survive or if it would burn as other team did. Road to the Gold was going to be the litmus test that could very well determine that.
”Here we are at the precipice of having the NCW Tag Team Championship settling upon the waists of Divine Royalty. Alex and I stand at the bottom of the mountain, looking up at Team America. Defeating Laszlo and Ortega was a huge, but only the first step our climb to the top. Both of those men could carry a team by themselves, and surviving that challenge proved that Alex Jones and Ken Davison are quite a formidable team.”
“Next, Curtis D. Kanyon and Dexter Davis fought us in a hard fought battle. And I will be the first to admit, I was a bit worried about this match. Kanyon has had my number recently, but when you are a top caliber athlete, you cannot allow such doubts to crawl into your head. They too, proved to be a challenge, but in the end, they too, met the same fate as Laszlo and Ortega. Which leads us to this moment...”
Davison folds his hands in front of his face, before lifting his gaze to the camera. A wide smile crosses his face.
”Gib, you need to take your eyes off the record books and focus them on what sits in front of you. I made that mistake once, and when I did, I was punished for it. The last I saw of your partner, I discovered he had the spine of a jellyfish, the pain threshold of a fourth grade nerd, and the vagina in his relationship. You can sit there and put over your partner all you want, but that last time I saw him, the only thing I saw was his ass, and he ran away from a promotion with his tail tucked between his legs. Now this was two or three years ago, granted. Now, I've actually heard a rumor he's got some balls now. The shame of it is, they are sitting on his chin.”
“And you, Gib. Listening to you speak, it's obvious that you spent hours on the internet just trying to find big words so that you could appear as though you are my intellectual equal. The fact of the matter is that you have no idea what in the bluest of blue hells you are talking about. You figure that because there are variable, that invalidates my argument. All the while you sit there and offer not a single counterpoint. Gib, you are a fraud, a farce, and I find your seemingly clever rouse to be a personal affront to myself, as well as to the other members of MENSA that I associate with.”
“As for Alex Jones, you are absolutely correct in your assessment of him... at least you would have been a month ago. Alex is in the middle of a career resurgence. The man has shown me that he is a more than capable partner, and I am proud to have earned this tag team title shot with him.”
“When you first heard that you and Simon were going to be defending your titles against a makeshift tag team at Road to the Gold, you must have been salivating at the opportunity to face a tag team that barely got along, let alone showed any signs of cohesiveness. But Alex has put his undying trust in me, just as I have put my trust in him.”
“To say that this isn't my first rodeo is like saying that wasn't Gib's first tired cliché. And the man is obviously delirious because of the fact that he is talking about every other place we have been. The problem with his alleged logic is that until I came to NCW, he had I have never worked for the same company. By his own admission, he has made mistake after mistake. For your own sake, sir, I hope you aren't making the mistake of underestimating me.”
Davison pauses for a moment, making certain to choose his words carefully.
”Now Simon, I am going to do something that it is not normally in my faculties to do. I am going to give you a pass.” Davison chuckles momentarily. ”Don't think that means I am going to take it easy on you tomorrow night. I am giving you a pass for our last meeting. You were on your way out. It was your last match with that particular company. Why would you even give two craps who your opponent was? I mean, it's not like you had the pride to leave the company as a fighting champion. You tucked your balls away comfortably in Zelda's purse and walked off into the sunset. By just mailing it in, you lost not only the title you carried into the arena that night, but you lost your manhood. You are a “Ma”. You are a half a man. You have no “n” if you will.”
“But as I said before, the past is the past and people can change, can being the operative word. That's important because they rarely do change. I will tell you right now, I am as transparent as plastic wrap. I haven't changed. I am still the same surly, heartless bastard that I was a couple of years ago. I would punch your woman in the mouth with a pair of brass knuckles if I felt that it would give me some sort of advantage. Ask Steven Kingsley, I have it on good authority that he knows a woman that once received treatment from. Although, I could be wrong.”
“This match is about more than the NCW Tag Team Championship for me. This match is about proving to NCW that I can hang with the men who are considered the cornerstones of this company. And if either one of you chooses to doubt me, I would be more than glad to face you mano y mano and show you that I am the type of man who does exactly what he intends to do, and then does it. Team America... I don't care who you are or what you stand for. All I care about is beating the two of you into the ground, whether or not or you hold the tag titles. Para bellum, gentlemen... Para Bellum.
