“My favorite clients,” came the voice of Johnny Hitmaker through the voicemail left on Ken’s phone, “Have I got an opportunity for you.” Because of that message, Ken Davison and Kyra Johnson are standing outside of the not so creatively named Baltimore Conference Center. Ken is wearing a white button down shirt and black pants while Kyra has opted for a sparkly black top and…

Tuesday, March 14, 2022Johns Hopkins Hospital, Baltimore, Maryland Sitting in his hospital bed lies “Godly” Ken Davison. It most certainly was not anywhere he actually wanted to be, but at the moment, he had no choice. The white walls are plain and sanitary looking. Ken peers over at the corner of the room where a large man with long black hair and an equally long…

The flight from Orlando to Denver has been relatively quiet. Ken, Kyra and Adina sit on pillows to try and make the otherwise uncomfortable sleep slightly tolerable. Sitting in the middle seat, Ken does his best not to move. With Kyra asleep holding his hand and her head resting on his chest. Adina was passed out with her head against the window. Their flight had…

Ken Davison was in home mode, still recovering from the deathmatch against Ragdoll and Cervantes. Most of his time with Kyra Johnson had become monotonous, with them sitting at home and doing whatever training their bodies could handle on any given day. As it was, Kyra was off somewhere else in the house, having just argued with Ken about him trying to overdo it because…

The brightness of the moon stretches behind the numerous gray clouds in the night sky. Somewhere, off in the distance, an owl hoots, breaking the silence. The sound of gravel underfoot crunches as the camera crew makes their way into their destination. “Make sure you get all of this. This dude makes me nervous,” says the woman seemingly in charge of the crew. “Definitely a…

“I’m feelin’ like a bad boy Hmm, just like a bad boy I’m rippin’ up a rag doll Like throwin’ away an old toy” – ‘Rag Doll”, Aerosmith The red sun balances on the highest ramparts of the mountains, and in its waning light, the foothills appear to be ablaze. A cool breeze blows down out of the sun and fans through the tall dry…

[Audio Promo] “Godly” Ken Davison stands in front of one of professional wrestling’s classic backdrops, the legendary brick wall. He is wearing a gray t-shirt and sweat is dripping down his shiny, bald scalp. “Being a Policeman is a mental game. If you allow the nerves and the pressure to get away from you, that is when you crash and burn. That explains… a lot…

Ken Davison’s eyes shoot open. He looks around the darkness of his bedroom, trying to get his bearings. He glances over and the faint red glow of the numbers on his alarm clock: 3:37. He rolls over to find the other half of the bed not only unoccupied, but cold. This means Kyra has been out of bed for quite some time… again. His beloved…

By the time that Ken Davison and Kyra Johnson had left the arena, it was nearly midnight. It was an interesting night to say the least. Having a hyper four year old running around after them made it hard, but with the two of them being booked in separate matches, the two of them made it work. In light of everything going on, that was…