VOICEOVER: Today. “The Next Generation God” stands inside of the CWF studios. He does so because he feels that his opponent, Christer “Fenrir” Lundmark.does not deserve any kind of fanfare. Today, KC3 is all business.
KC3 is standing in front of a plain black backdrop with the CWF logo on it.
“So, I've got this match against Christer “Fenrir” Lundmark. He is a man who takes his name from the famous wolf of Norse mythology. Fenrir was known for vanquishing Odin. I suppose, that if Christer were anything like his oh so clever nickname, that would be a positive omen for him. To further this point, there's a certain irony to the fact that Fenrir is known for biting the hand of Tyr, when I, a God myself, use the Hands of God to achieve victory. Would be a shame if he bit my hand off, don’t you think, darling?
KC3 smiles coyly at the camera.
“The problem for you, Christer, is that, while I am a God, I am not Odin and this is not Ragnarok.”
“Recently, you've made it a point of attacking your partners and walking out on them. You know who started that trend? I did. And while they say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, you're like a Bollywood version of a Hollywood Blockbuster. When I sacrifice the Maestro to the Wolves, my point was made. You, obviously didn't get your message across very well because here you are, still, getting thrown into pointless matches.”
Davison takes his hand and puts his hand over his heart.
“I, on the other hand, have made my point. Not only have I made my point, I have done so through nothing more than sheer and utter brilliance, brutality, and superiority. I know what I'm capable of and I excel at it.”
KC3 points at the camera.
“You have all the tools, Christer. You just don't know how to use them. At six and a half feet tall, girls have to go up on you. You stand tall over almost anyone else I have encountered in this business. You very well could have, and for that matter, should have, NOT left your partner's high and dry. You should have single-handedly defeated your opposition and then beat your partner down to prove a point.”
“When I was stuck with the Maestro riding my coattails, I very easily could have defeated Elijah and Omega single-handedly. However, knowing that I had my WCWA Lightweight championship match on the horizon, I wasn't about to take the risk of battling through three matches just to win a tag team title with a partner who I wouldn't piss on if he was on fire.”
Davison makes a fanning motion with his hands.
“Immediately after When Worlds Collide, I threw out a challenge to the Heavyweight Champion. This supposed champion, whose name translates from ancient Latin to the English word “chickenshit”, refused my challenge.”
KC3 dismissively waves his hand.
“That's all fine and good, I suppose. Whole it seems I enjoy reminding all you idiots what's happened in the past, I only do so because you have the memory retention of a goldfish. I look to the future. I look to the future because I am the future. And that future, for me, included being a part of the Modern Warfare tournament. The Modern Warfare tournament was my chance, my opportunity, to ascend to the top of the mountain here in CWF. It is my destiny to one day become the CWF World Champion. Then, either Jon Stewart or James Milenko, whichever one didn't have their mouth full of the others dick, decided that “The Next Generation God” wasn't good enough for them. Instead, they thought that I should be rewarded with my match last week against Ataxia.”
“What I'm doing with this match against you, Christer, is exactly what I did with Ataxia last week. I am going to prove to each and every person in the front office, in the locker room, and in the audience that I, KC3, belong here. I am going to show them that I deserve everything I get and everything they take away from me.”
The anger across KC3’s face is visible. He is unusually flustered.
“I am going to show the WCWA Heavyweight Champion, Chickenshit, that I can take the heavyweights and bring them crashing to the ground. I am going to show the front office, that the only reason I lost to Ataxia is because of their biased refereeing. There is a reason that no one here has been able to pin me. There is a reason, that no one on this roster has made me submit. There is a reason that every match I have lost has been due to the actions of other people. I am a motherfuking God, and I am infallible.”
Davison takes a moment to take a deep breath and collect himself.
“Christer, I understand your dilemma. But you need to look at me and realize that I am what you should aspire to be. I was visibly shaking because of how upset I am with my position in this company. But, look at you. You do nothing but act like a coward. You run away like a petulant child because you're not getting your way. There was no self-preservation involved in what you've done. You are not a great gray wolf, though I will admit that the image you present is nothing more than a myth. You're a a puppy. When I'm done with you, you're going to sit in the middle of the Kendamned ring with your tail between your legs and pissing on the mat because of what I've done to you.”
“I am going to do what no one else has done thus far. I am going to bind you. I am going to render you completely harmless. I am your own, personal, Gleipnir. For you uneducated dullards watching at home, Gleipnir is, in layman terms at least, the leash that the Norse Gods used to keep Fenrir under control.”
“We can do this anyway you want. You can sit here and talk all you want. My results speak for themselves. You can sit there and accuse me of playing God. We both know that that's not what I'm doing because I don't play God. Playing is for children.”
KC3 gives another smirk, looking directly through the lens of the camera as he does.
“What separates me from every other wrestler in the world is that I don't care who I wrestle. Whether it's Ataxia, Autumn Raven, Loki Synn, Dorian Hawkhurst, Chloe Hawkhurst, I don't care because I am confident that I will walk all over everybody, man, woman or child. What I do care about is winning.”
“I can wrestle anyone in this company, and that's what this is all about. I am an island unto myself. I always have been and always will be. What doesn't kill me, only makes me stronger. That little hiccup last week, is already water under the bridge. I do a lot of talk, but I back up each and everything I say.”
“It is as simple as I say it is. I do what I say I am going to do and I will continue just say what I'm going to do. I want the CWF World Championship more than anything else on Earth, and I will have it. So I will dredge through the swamp against so-called talents like you Christer. I will do so only because I have to prove myself. I don't deserve to be in the ring with the likes of you. I deserve to be in the ring with people like Loki Synn, Zach Van Owen, The Shadow, Jarvis King and the Glass Ceiling. I belong in the ring with other champions. I don't believe that I should have to lower myself to your level. But I will do it because I am a man of integrity. Because I am a role model. I will do this to show each and every person that when you're a God, you don't have to break the rules. You make them!!”
Davison lowers his head and bows, holding his arms out as though he had been crucified as the camera fades to black.
"The concession stands are now selling those cheap hotel room round soap disks that I have personally blessed for $100’s a bar….AND SINNERS….I suggest you buy one, and use it, because if you think your God wants you in his heaven smelling like a 3am New York City uber ride you got another thing coming."