The sky is wide open and clear. Driving down the road, buildings seem to fly past. Davison slows down and the vehicle comes to a stop. On the side of the road, you can see a sign in front of the local businesses that reads “June 3, 2020  1:37 PM 97° F” Sitting in the passenger’s seat, “Godly” Ken Davison sits staring out the window. In the driver’s seat, driving his father’s Porsche Panamera, is K. Carlton Davison III, better known in professional circles as KC III.

“I gotta ask you, old man, why in the hell are we in…” KC III lets out a small snicker. “Cockeysville?”

Davison looks over at his spawn, obviously unamused.

“I could have sworn that I paid for you to go to a private HIGH school. Yet, here you are, acting like you’re still in fourth grade.”

“There’s a reason Uncle Sean likes me best.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“So, you gonna to tell me where we are going?”

“Head North up 136. We’re going to the Martin Marietta – Churchville Quarry.”

“You’re up to something. I know that smirk.”

“Of course I am.”

“What is it this time?”

“I’m just making a point, boy. Just making a point.”

“Can we hit Cracker Barrel first?”

“After. Now watch for the exit, it should be coming up soon.”

“Alright, old man.”

“Godly” shoots his son a look, but decides to let it go. He had things to take care of.

The scene opens up inside of “Godly” Ken Davison’s private Chapel. The chapel is empty aside from a few select parishioners spread throughout the pews. The stained-glass window behind the pulpit is still covered. However, you can very conspicuously see a large object covered by an off white cloth covering.

“Godly” Ken Davison enters the chapel from a pair of cherry oak double doors directly opposite the pulpit. His robes, as usual, are perfectly pressed.  On this day, he has chosen a forest green collar and matching sunglasses. In stark contrast, walking behind him it’s his son, KC 3. He is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a plain black T-shirt. The Elder Davidson makes his way to the pulpit. The younger it’s in the front Pew directly in front of the large mystery underneath the canvas.

“Godly” takes his place behind the pulpit, and takes a sip of water from his golden chalice. He places it down and begins to address his congregation.

“This match that I have Underground is unlike any match I’ve ever had before. It is rare that I hold an opponent in as much esteem as I hold Kyra Johnson. I often wonder how she feels being a rose in a garden of thorns.”

Davison pauses, taking great care to choose his words carefully.

“I remember, very vividly, my last match with Kyra. She dominated me in a way that not many people within this business can claim they have done. I appreciate the fact that she brought the fight to me as hard as she did. What I appreciate even more is that she has listened to my words. I appreciate everything she has done since our match.”

“Jack Micheals, God Rest his soul, showed his true colors when he disappeared. He abandoned his woman. He not only abandoned his woman, but he abandoned his daughter. But this isn’t about him. As we all know the only reason that he even needs to be mentioned is because it needs to be demonstrated the type of person that Kyra Johnson had to tolerate. But, I digress.”

“I appreciate the fact that when I put her in… Shall we say a… Compromising position, she stood her ground. That was the first time I was able to see her in person. That was the first time that I saw her as her own person. There was a moment, during our first match, that I couldn’t see anything clearly. I couldn’t say anything clearly except one thing, and that is the woman that Kyra Johnson truly is.”

Davison sighs. 

“What saddens me the most about this whole situation is the fact that she won’t or perhaps even can’t accept my sincerity. Well I might be a great many things, arrogant… cheat… manipulative… sadistic… and, as Amber Ryan says, I have a very punchable face… all true, by the way. One thing I am not, is a liar.”

“I wish that people would understand that when I talk about Kyra Johnson, or anyone else for that matter, I speak only the truth. Something that I find to be quite an admirable quality in Kyra. She shoots from the hip and calls it like she sees it. While she might not always be right, she is always honest.”

“Also, she is passionate. There is a fire that burns inside of her that will burn forever. She has an uncompromising sense of righteousness. Kyra Johnson was made to look like the bad guy by both Jack Michaels and Amber Ryan. Despite what they would have you believe, Kyra was the victim in this situation. And like the beacon of life that she is, Kyra Johnson overcame adversity. Kyra Johnson is and should be an inspiration everyone.”

Davison takes his chalice and raises it in the air as if toasting Kyra. He takes a sip and places the chalice back down on. He then snaps his fingers and KC3 gets up from his pew. The younger Davison walks over and begins pulling the canvas down. As the canvas falls to the floor the camera reveals a life-sized statue of Kyra Johnson.

“When I arrived here at Carnage wrestling exactly one year ago, I asked to face the very best this company had to offer. I was given that. My first match saw me stand Victorious against former Baltimore City champion Sam Action. My second match standing with my arm raised in Victory once again, this time against the at the time raining Baltimore City Champion, Bryan Ford. Since that time I have continued to face the best that this company has had to offer, most of the time with the same result.”

“While many have fallen at my feet, it was Kyra Johnson that left the biggest impression on me. She stood in the shadow Jack Michaels for far too long. I made the mistake of underestimating her, like so many others before me. I would be remiss if I didn’t remember that she has kicked my ass not once, but twice. She’s proved to me that she is her own woman. She has proved to me and anyone else with a pair of eyes. For victory for the ultra-violence championship, was no fluke. In fact, she has not seen a loss since the last time she and I challenged one another.”

“I believe that this is what has saddened me about this situation. I very much respect the woman Kyra Johnson has become. I respect the struggles that she has gone through, an unwitting Pawn in the human game of chess. That is why I’ve offered her a place by my side. That is also why, in order to fulfill my destiny, I know that I have to challenge her again. I need to be certain that my record against Terry’s not a fluke. If I want Challenger Amber Ryan, if I want to challenge Trent Steel, in the event that he wins, then I need to prove myself against the best this company has to offer. Right now, that person is “The Jaw Dropper” Kyra Johnson.”

Davison walks over to the Statue, placing his hand on the back of it. He rubs his hand up and down what would be the spine if the statue were a live person.

“I realize this is a reckoning of sorts. I know that Kyra is still upset at things that have happened in the past. I understand that and I respect that. In the last 3 months, Kyra’s spirit was forged in the fires of hell. I’d like to think that I had a hand in Kyra winning the ultra-violent championship, that I had a Midas touch, so to speak. But, it would be unfair to allow me to do her the disservice that Jack did to her for oh so long.”

“Here’s the thing…”

Davison frowns, in a spot where he would normally let some kind of smile cross his face.

“I made a promise. I swore that I would ascend to the top of the mountain here in Carnage Wrestler. I gave my word that I would dismantle Paragon, but let’s face it, they are already Para… Gone. So, now I have to take down Amber Ryan, and the only way I can conceivably do that is by taking my chances against Kyra one more time. Kyra, I’m sorry, truly sorry, for what I have to do.”

Davison walks behind the statue, keeping his hand on it’s shoulder, but pausing momentarily on his way around. He stands, turned with his side facing the camera.

“As much as I wish you would stand by my side, not in my shadow, I know that will probably never happen. We could rule over Carnage Wrestling like Sindel and Shoa Kahn, but, alas, that is not meant to be. So, I must fulfill my other promise. I must do they very thing that I truly did not want to do. I swore that I would destroy all of Carnage Wrestling’s heroes.,,”

Davison sighs once again.

“…and that starts with you.”

Davison quickly spins around and drives a sledgehammer into the head of the statue, knocking it clean off and careening off of the back wall of the chapel. The thud sounds like a thunderclap and the granite cranium of the statue rolls to the feet of “Godly” Ken Davison.

“Kyra, at the end of the night you will tell everyone that “Godly” Ken Davison is a very dangerous man. Ken Davison is not like them. I showed up in Carnage Wrestling like nothing we’ve ever seen before. I am a mystery and when I speak, it’s beautiful, it’s captivating, it’s motivating. But, I warn you, Kyra, my hear heart is cold and my passion is not Carnage Wrestling. My passion is the GKD, “Godly” Ken Davison. So, why? Why am I standing here singing your praises? Because I saw something in you that no one else saw. Because I want to see if your fire is strong enough to melt the ice within my soul. And I see you out there, Kyra. I see that you don’t understand. It won’t be long before it’s “Godly” Ken Davison vs. the world and at that point the world’s not gonna have a chance. It would be very much in your own self interest to align yourself with a man who can and will do a great many, yet terrible things for you.”

“Kyra, I do not want to do this. I do not want to hurt you. But we both know Kendamned well that this comes with the territory. You are an amazing talent, as I have said, but I know I am better. In an environment such as this, there are supposedly no rules. There is only one rule, and that is survival. So, we’ll do this again. The difference is this time you will be added to the list of champions and Hall of Famers beaten by “Godly” Ken Davison.”

Davison holds his arms out and the camera pans down to the decapitated head of Kyra Johnson’s statue.