Post by Kyra Davison on Sept 10, 2024 22:33:00 GMT -5
The Davison Residence
Baltimore, Maryland
Things were chaotic in the Davison household. They always were, but each morning, just as the sun came up over the horizon in Baltimore’s inner harbor - There were a few minutes where things were quiet, peaceful even. It was the calm before the storm. Kyra and Ken Davison always made sure they were up early each morning. It was their small way of reserving time for themselves and each other before all hell typically broke loose.
“Why is this one so pleasant and the other one…”
Kyra asks quietly as she sits beside her husband on the couch in their living room, watching the man as he holds their one year old daughter Alexis as she sits on his lap, her head laying on his shoulder. Ken chuckles softly and shakes his head, pulling Kyra towards him.
“The other one is the spitting image of her mother, while this one… I don’t know where she got it from.”
Kyra shakes her head and tries to cuddle up to Ken, Alexis reaches out and pushes her away from Ken's side.
“Mama, no.”
“Excuse me?”
Kyra grins and tries to move into the nook between Ken’s arm and chest again, but again the one year old denies her with a weak shove.
“Mama.. Noo.”
Initially, Kyra looks to Ken for some backup but only gets back a shrug and a sly smirk. Kyra leans in and tickles Alexis’ sides until the little girl begins to squirm in her father’s arms. After a few seconds, Alexis lets out a short, shrill scream and forces her way out of Ken’s arms - toddling off in the direction of her toy box.
“Little shit.”
Kyra says quietly, even though she knows that soon enough the peace within the house will be a thing of the past. She moves to get up, but Ken has other ideas - grabbing her and pulling her back down onto the couch with him, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her softly. They may have lost themselves in the moment for at least a few minutes there, that is until Alexis slams a toy on the ground and runs over, squeezing her little body between Kyra and Ken.
“My Dada, Mama NO.”
Kyra brings herself back to her feet while Ken grabs the baby and mouths the word ‘Later’ to Kyra, but before she could open her mouth to respond, they all heard the loud thump of a pair of angry feet hitting the floor above them.
“What are the chances this morning goes smoothly?”
Ken asks as he too rises to his feet and heads for the kitchen. They’ve got their morning routine down pat by this point, they just wished that for one morning it would go as smoothly as they’d hoped.
“We’re about to find out.”
Kyra replied after him, heading for the foyer instead of the kitchen. She leans against the bannister and looks up the steps for any further sign of movement, and when she hears the sounds of muffled speaking and things being tossed around, she lets out another sigh.
“It’s not looking good… Adina? Come on down for breakfast Baby girl!”
A door upstairs flies open and the stomp, stomp, stomp of little feet can be heard until a little figure with a mop of long brunette hair on her head appears at the top of the stairs. If Kyra didn’t already know better, she would swear that beneath the hair, she saw a pair of glowing red eyes peering back at her.
“Mommy, I don’t wanna go.”
“Adina, we’ve been through this everyday this week - You gotta go to–”
Another, louder stomp.
“But WHY!?”
Kyra isn’t exactly known for her patience. One would imagine carrying and bringing two beautiful children into the world would have potentially softened that one particular button of hers -
“Adina Claire, get your ornery little ass down here and have breakfast before I–”
-But it didn’t.
Adina lets out a little growl before she turns away from her mother and stomps back into her bedroom. A few moments later, and a few moments before Kyra was getting ready to head up there herself, Adina reappears at the top of the steps and stomps down each and everyone with purpose, never taking her little Satan eyes off of Kyra the entire way down.
The storm has officially descended…
Adina, the poor girl, is practically Kyra cloned. Nearly eight years old, and practically overflowing with the same attitude her mother had, but without the tools to reign it in - to say she was a handful would be the understatement of the century. But she was a handful that neither Ken or Kyra could imagine being without.
Even on days like today.
“Are you ready to get breakfast? Daddy is in the kitchen with Lex–”
“I’m almost eight, Mommy. I don’t need to–”
Kyra raises her hand and shakes her head.
“Eight. Not Eighteen. I’m still the boss. Go get breakfast so we can get out of here at a decent time today.”
Adina glares at Kyra before trudging off towards the kitchen.
“You ain’t the boss, Daddy’s the boss.”
She mutters as she enters the kitchen where Ken is just sliding a bowl across the counter and a box of cereal. Ken shakes his head as he pours milk into Adina’s bowl before glancing up at Kyra just as she follows Adina into the room where he and baby Alexis had been existing peacefully moments before.
“Ohhhh no, I’m not touching that with a ten foot pole.”
Ken states matter-of-factly, allowing Kyra to slide past him while the two of them watch Adina pour the angriest bowl of cereal anyone’s ever poured in their life. But they just let her be, and just leaned against the opposite counter together, watching both girls have at their breakfasts, much quieter than they’d imagined.
“Have you let Chloe know when we’re going to be heading out?”
Ken asked softly, and Kyra shrugged her shoulders.
“She said she was going to be home today, so I figured we’d talk to her about it then.”
“Okay good. So, are you ready for school today, Kiddo?”
Ken directs his question at Adina, who, when Kyra glances over at her, she’s practically throwing daggers at her mother with her eyes.
“No.”
Adina mutters under her breath.
“She’s ridiculous.”
Kyra states, shaking her head.
“I GET IT FROM YOU!”
Adina spits back, sending half chewed cinnamon toast crunch or whatever cereal she had in her mouth spraying all over the counter in front of her. Alexis, meanwhile, was sitting in her highchair, enjoying the show as a few pieces of sugary shrapnel rained down over her.
“Okay Ladies…”
Ken sees the shit storm brewing right in front of him and before the immovable object decides to say anything to the unstoppable force, he moves forward and blocks Adina’s view from her mother. Which unfortunately doesn’t mute either of them.
“You’re rude.”
“Kyra how about I take Adina to school today and–”
“Well YOU’RE ruder!”
Adina spits back, with interest, raising her little self up off her chair and glaring over Ken’s back at her mother who throws her arms up into the air.
“I swear, what did I even do?! I–”
Before Kyra can finish, Adina slams her fists down on the counter - hitting her bowl and sending milk sloshing all over edge and all over the counter and herself.
“Well you’re the BIF FAT DOODY HEAD that’s gonna go away again so YOU’RE RUDER!”
Both Kyra’s and Ken’s mouths drop open as Adina shoves herself away from the counter and runs out of the room. For a moment, neither of them know what to say, that is until Lexie slams her own hands down on the tray of her highchair.
“Sissy maaaaaaaaddddd…”
Ken lets out a sigh and leans back against the counter, while Kyra stands there, biting her lip.
“Sissy is mad.”
Ken says softly to the baby, before turning his attention to Kyra who’s got her attention turned towards the window to hide the soft shade of red that’s risen to her cheeks and the emotion that prickles against the corners of her eyes.
“Hey, Mama… Are you okay?”
“I didn’t think she even cared.”
Kyra finally whispers, shaking her head.
“Here I am excited to go back to work and she’s…”
She motions behind her, towards the door that Adina had exited through. Ken moves towards her and wraps an arm around her shoulders, placing a kiss on the side of her head.
“I guess we both weren’t exactly thinking about it. We have been home for almost two years now and she may know what our jobs entail, but she wasn’t exactly thinking we were heading back anytime soon, if ever.”
“What do we do?”
This moment has been almost two years in the making. Not that any of you care, but in that time I popped out another kid and maybe got a little lazy in the process. Who am I kidding? There isn’t any time to laze it up with a one year old and an eight year old that’s gonna wind up exactly like her Momma if we don’t tone down her attitude a little.
But that’s neither here nor there.
I’ve enjoyed my extended vacation, but there will always be a part of me that longs to be in the ring. That’s probably the masochist in me.. Could be the sadist too… Who knows? Guess we’ll all find out together, hmm?
And while I truly enjoy burying my fist into other people’s faces, there’s a special place in my heart for running my mouth. I’d like to think I’m pretty damn good at that too, but I’m probably biased.. Or stupid, considering my mouth has gotten me into more trouble over my career than I can remember. But it all really does come back around to that whole Sadimasochism thing, doesn’t it?
Hi, I’m Kyra, by the way.
As you’re about to learn, I’m not really the get to know you type of girl. I’m more of a ‘piss you off until you wanna fuck me up’ kinda girl, with a side of ‘doesn’t know when to shut up’. By the time I’m done here, at least some of you will feel one of those things, if not both.
What can I say? I’m a real giver.
I just hope you weren’t expecting me to sit here and yadda yadda ya’ll about how I’m the best wrestler that’s ever lived and how I’m fitting to whoop all of your asses come Friday. Like, duh, of course I think I’m pretty Goddamned good at what I do - and it’s a forgone conclusion that I want my fists, my boots, and anything else I can get my hands on to bury themselves wherever they need to in order to keep any of you down. That’s the ultimate goal here, isn’t it?
But I’d be lying if I told you that I was here to win and get out.
Winning is fantastic. I know what gets the lot of you off at the end of the day, and there isn’t anything more satisfying to most of you than being able to rub that dub in the rest of our faces. But there’s more to it than that for me. It’s the build up. The tension that you can cut with a knife before the bell rings… But most importantly, it’s those moments between the bells.. Where we all get to prove whether or not we’re full of shit or if we really do live up to all the hype. It’s those moments where we get to pour our blood, sweat and our tears into what we do… And those are the moments I love the most.
Which, I suppose, brings me here to AAW.
I’m ready for a new beginning. I’m ready to jump head first, straight into the deep end of the pool and test everything I’ve already hyped up about myself against the seven of you. Of course we’d all love to walk out of this first show with something to show for our efforts and I won’t deny that it’d be nice to wind up as one of the final four, but shit, that ain’t just up to me. That’s up to the rest of you, and how much of a fight you wanna put up.
Most of us are unknowns to one another. That brings a whole different level of fun into this. I don’t know what to say to any of you, I don’t know what’ll make you cry, or what’ll make you rethink your life choices but I’m sure as hell ready to test some theories.
I say ‘most’ of us because there’s one among you who already knows who I am. One of you already knows what a pain in the ass I am. Heya Mac. Nice to see you out and about, old man.
You see, Mac and I go back quite a ways. I mean, he and my husband are basically brothers, which technically makes him my brother in law but hey, we’re not here for a family tree, so let me just start out by giving this man the credit and the respect he deserves. Mac Bane you are one bad motherfucker. You are a certified piece of one hundred percent brick wall and anyone who thinks otherwise should have their vision… or their pulse checked, because maybe they’re already dead and they just don’t know it yet.
Mac and I share some of my favorite moments together. Beating the absolute piss out of one another has gotta be one of the best ways to get to know a person, am I right? No weapons, Ultraviolent Championship Match. Carnage Wrestling. These are words that mean jack shit to the rest of you, but to Mac and I… we know what they mean.
And as the rest of you are about to find out, that means the two of us are willing to do just about anything to prove our point.
And I know, all of these memories I’m talking about, they were years ago and we’re different people now. Shit changes. I’ve got one more kid now and I’ve been out of the ring for nearly two years. Surely, I can’t be the same woman I was back then? The same woman who proved that the only true weapon she needs is the one she’s got with her all the time.
And don’t forget that mouth.
Hell, maybe I’m really not the same hot, mouthy badass that I used to be. Perhaps I’ve let myself go soft. What if I’m just a mediocre, kinda hot, mom who wishes she were still in her prime?
There really is a chance I could be a fraud up here trying to pose as the woman I used to be before Ken knocked me up.
But... are you willing to bet on it?
Are you willing to go out there and assume that I’m not as relentless and brutal as I was back then? Are ANY of you willing to assume that I’m just full of shit?
They don’t call me the Jawdropper because I’m pretty.
Just saying.
I might be full of myself but I’d never negate how dangerous Mac Bane is, and always has been. It’s just… I really enjoy the finding out part of ‘fuck around and find out’ and my buddy Mac has always been willing to forcefully help me find out whatever it is I need to be finding out.
What about the rest of you? Surely it ain’t just gonna be me and Mac putting on this show, right?
TJ. Misery. Anthony. Nicky. Axel. John.
I’m about seventy five percent sure that at least half of you will dismiss me as just some unknown bitch who’s gonna wind up whimpering off into the night with my tail between my legs. Maybe a third of you will decide to try and use my husband against me because you’re obviously some of the most original people out here in the world today. And one of you… Maybe one of you will actually try some sense of sportsmanship.
I don’t know.
All I know is I really can’t wait to see the faces behind some of these names and I can’t wait even more to find out how tough you all really are when you come face to face with THE Jawdropper. See you soon!