“Godly” Ken Davison lays on a fold-out chair, poolside on the deck of the Sun Princess cruise ship. He is unusually tan, having been asea for the last five days.

“So I’m sitting here on a cruise ship enjoying a simply wonderful time as I prepare for my match this evening against Himatashii at Sin City Wrestling’s pay-per-view Summer XXXtreme Tomorrow morning will be coming into port and flying back to Scottsdale, Arizona so I can return to the Sonoran Desert, this time for UGWC. Something about returning to the Sonoran desert has me feeling a certain kind of way.”

“Having spent most of the last week on a cruise ship doesn’t mean I haven’t been,” Ken stops and coughs while throwing up air quotes. “Training” all week with my wife. There’s been a lot of fun, a lot of time relaxing. But, I don’t want anyone believing, not even for a second, that the GKD, “Godly” Ken Davison isn’t coming back to the Coalition, to Wrestlestock and not making an impact.”

“Having faced the Dark Destroyer and Captain 80s before, albeit, without our championships on the line, I remember the feeling of victory after we defeated them. It felt… hollow. For they had been weighed, they had been measured, and they were found wanting. To be honest, they are not enough. That is why I have made the decision to enter the District Conquest match.”

Davison adjusts his sunglasses, holding his hand to his brow to further shield his eyes from the sun.

“Last year at this time, Kyra and I were sitting at home doing things that normal couples do. The one thing we failed to do, the one thing we were missing, the one thing that normal couples don’t do, is walk around and kick people’s asses. For all of the love that we show each other, we show our enemies equal amounts of attrition. We watched Wrestlestock at home and upon discovering that all of Carnage Wrestling’s contracts had been purchased by Johnny Hitmaker, we decided to take advantage of the fact that we had somewhere to work.”

“In our first match in the UGWC, we stood in front of the world, in front of the coalition, and we told them that the Baltimore Elite were coming for one reason and one reason only, that was to win The Cooperative championships. We hammered that fact home by beating our opponents so badly that they never showed their faces in this company again. Now, here we are, almost a year later, and I’ve decided that I want more. Our family is draped in gold. My wife and I are Cooperative Champions. My sister-in-law is the World fucking Champion. Her boyfriend is the Conquest Champion. That is who I am. Those are the people that I surround myself with.”

“My first Conquest in this company was to become Cooperative Champion with my wife. Now, it’s been a year and where do we stand? Top of the mountain. We marched through team upon team, knocking down the best that this company had to offer, makeshift teams, former champions, makeshift teams composed of former champions… we defeated them all. We are at the point where the Cooperative division of this company, as I said about the Dark Destroyer and Captain 80s, simply is not enough for me. What better place than the District Conquest match to begin my next conquest. What better time than Wrestlestock? Why should I limit myself to one match when I can show the world not once, but twice, exactly what I am capable of.”

Ken sits up, placing his arms on his knees as a serious look crosses his face.

“I know that there is a target on my back. I know that target was made even larger when my wife and I came out and ran interference to keep the rest of the Astrocreeps at bay while Lucy dealt with Tempest. Entering this match will make that target even bigger. That is exactly what I want. I am one of the best that this business has ever seen. 26 years of traveling the world and plying my trade have brought me to this point. You don’t make a career, again, a 26-year career using a moniker like “Godly” if you aren’t able to back it up.”

“The District Conquest match is my next opportunity to show the Coalition the caliber of athlete I am. When you look at the people that have been announced for the match, it is simply not very impressive. There’s a guy like Ezra Wolf at every wrestling school in the United States, including my own. He’s generic. He exists everywhere. Most of them don’t have the help that Ezra has. He’s only here because of Mr. Pax. He’s not here because he’s good. He’s here because Pax pulled his career in the right direction. It’s a mirage. It’s an illusion. In the District Conquest, I’m going to pull back the curtain and expose him to the harsh realities of life in this business.”

Ken stands up, giving the camera a kind of sneer as he continues, seemingly disgusted.

“Craig Cogan, he’s a little bit of a different case. He is here because there’s no one else like him. At the same time, he is quite frankly a horrible facsimile of what a wrestler in this business should be. Yes, he’s memorable. But, why? He is a joke, A farce. He’s basically Ragdoll without talent. At least, unlike Ezra, he’s upfront about the fact that entire existence is a facade.”

“In my time here, I have not always stood on my own two feet. However, I have always proven to be one of the best. Wrestylestock. District Conquest. “Godly” Ken Davison. Vini, Vidi, Vici. I came. I saw. I conquered. Thanks for the warm-up.”

Ken walks over and gently grabs Kyra by the waist, kissing her and causing the camera to come a lot closer before the picture finally disappears.