Voiceover: Unlike most of the competitors taking part of the WCWA When World Collide pay-per-view, KC3 had something extra. He had home field advantage. Now, the WCWA Lightweight Champion is driving down the Garden State Parkway so that he could go home and sleep in his own bed, basking in the glory of his victory.
KC3 whips down the Garden State Parkway in his bright yellow 2018 Porsche Panamera Turbo. He is leans back in his seat, one hand on the wheel, the other positioning the GoPro he is using to record.
"You see this? You see this CWF?” KC3 pats the WCWA Lightweight Championship on his passengers seat. “This right here shows each and every one of you what I told you going into this event. I am one of the best in the world. Had we sent Autumn Raven into battle, Impulse would be wearing this championship right now. However, since either Jon Stewart, or perhaps the amazing James Milenko, gave me the opportunity to showcase my talents on a larger stage, a grabbed that brass ring and I shattered it into pieces. Cool Cory J, he was okay. Maeve Russo, she was adequate, I suppose. Impulse was the best of the rest. But none of them could stack up to "The Next Generation God."
"As such, I have decided to challenge current WCWA Heavyweight Champion Eric Dane. I know that his name isn’t spoken around here, and I know why. Be that as it may, my point in challenging him has nothing to do with this company. I am not the face of this company. I use this company to accomplish my goals. I challenged him because I know that I am not the best lightweight in the WCWA. I am the best wrestler in the WCWA. And for Eric Dane to go around claiming he is the WCWA World Champion. Sorry, Dane, but if you think that you are the best WCWA has to offer, you can accept my challenge instead of trying throw insults at me. If you don’t want to answer the call, that’s fine, too. In that case, you can suck my left nut and make the right one jealous."
Davison smirks over at the camera, glancing ever so briefly, before returning his attention to the road.
"So, this brings me to my match with the "Avenging Angel" Azreal. What the fuck are you even avenging? If anything, I should be avenging you on behalf of those pissants in the audience. I wasn’t here yet, but I saw WrestleFest. You come out here and fake your own death. For what? To get yourself over. I mean, I’ve got an ego. Shit, I’ve got the biggest ego in this place, but even I’m not that much of a douche canoe that I would make everyone out there believed that I killed myself. Seriously, who the fuck does that?"
"I saw your shit last week. You talking down to some other vaginal blood clot you thought was beneath you. I want you to do something for me, Az. I want you to listen to your own words, and as you do, remember that an angel is subservient to a God. "
KC3 gives another shit-eating grin as he changes his tone to that of a mocking one.
"Show me some respect as I am a superior being to you."
Davison returns his tone to normal.
"I am superior to you in every way. I have more talent than you. You have more intelligence than you. I am faster than you. I am stronger than you. Fact of the matter is, the fact that I hold more titles than you is proof. In less than two months here, I have represented this company, I have gone out and done what I had to do, and I brought home the gold I told you I would. I am a man who says what he does and then he does what he says. I walk the talk. Meanwhile, you..."
KC3 snorts in disgust.
"I mean, that’s a hell of a Mordecai cosplay you’ve got going on there, but you have done nothing in this company. You’ve won nothing. You have done nothing to stand out. You are a scab upon this company and I am going to rip you off before you leave a lasting scar."
"Seriously, and I know I am using that word again, but with my level of disbelief, I have to. Seriously, I am supposed to believe that you are some kind of immortal angel? I am supposed to look at you as a viable threat to me. Shit, you ripped your name off from Gargamel’s cat. Papa Smurf you probably beat your asses. "
"The fact of the matter is, that I am simply better than you are, Azrael. No words I say will prove that. So I am going to have to teach you the same lesson I have taught every one else I have crossed paths with. When you’re God, you don’t have to break the rules. YOU MAKE THEM!!!"
KC3 reaches across the console and presses a button on the GoPro, causing the screen to suddenly cut out.