Karma Sutra
Mar 31, 2016 19:39:31 GMT -5
Post by pimp on Mar 31, 2016 19:39:31 GMT -5
Karma Sutra
March 30, 2016
Miami, FL
Location: Undisclosed Alley
POV: @bloodofthegoats
One thing about Tony even he didn’t realize was that he was always willing to take life on the chin. Whenever things went wrong in the business world or with his many activities, he always placed all of the blame on himself. It was even true in the world of wrestling. Even though Tony didn’t like particularly admitting when things was going wrong for him, he felt it. He felt himself headed towards a downward spiral if he wasn’t careful. In FGA, he was letting success get into his head and it’s been starting to cost him. Matches that would be no brainers to prepare, have recently began to slip out of Tony’s fingers.
All because his concerns was divided. His plate was too full, regardless of how many challenges he ate up. On the business end, Tony was spending most of his energy and efforts into tracking down his former Salon partner, Chauncey as well as the ever so influential “Sassy Three”. The Sassy Three was the unofficial name for Devin, Ricky and Aaron who used to be known as BPB Fury in the wrestling business. The Sassy Three could very be held responsible for Tony’s last relapse. They could also be held responsible for the kilos that went missing at Strava.
Either way, Tony had known more than he was letting on to the rest of the organization. He was trying to protect guys whom he once considered dear friends. After all, that’s all Tony Carmine’s done throughout his life. He’d always try to protect the people around him. He always wanted to make sure that anyone who he thought cared about him was well taken care of. Since birth, Tony wore his heart on his sleeve and more times than not, it came back to bite him on the ass. When he was first trying to break into wrestling in 2010, he was desperate to stand out on his own and make a name for himself.
However, he was too naive to realize that he needed a solid foundation of support. He sought that out from Kenny Kasual (Kucci Mane), Kenny was too focused on building his own legacy at the time. Tony became such a burden that for the next few years as the two would spend time in XWA, the two fell out. After being beaten to a bloody pulp, Tony took a long hiatus from wrestling only to return once Kenny’s career was nearing an end. Who knows if Kucci’s career was cut short on his own accord or not? The timing of it all meant that he got more training. More talent. More attention, money, women and fame. It’s all mortals care for. It’s all they pray for, adding in world peace only to satisfy what it is they think the Man wants to hear. Tony also realized that taking a passed torch means more responsibility.
He was finally starting to see all of the pressure Kenny had to go through once he started to establish himself in the business. Not only are you maintaining everything about you that rakes in the cash, you have to balance other businesses. Other personalities. Tony had once talked down to Kenny, scolding him for his blatant marijuana use on PDW television. Now, Sunny Boy finds himself along a dark alley, contemplating just how worth it sobriety was. Was it worth snapping on his coworkers for the trivial issues that wrestling brings? Was it worth cheating on his lovely girlfriend with underage girls? Was it worth driving himself absolutely mad? He wasn’t sure anymore. He wasn’t sure about much of anything these days. How long would his career last? Would he accomplish all he set out to do? Would he be able to take his Pride belt back as well as win the Gold Rush Rumble? Would he be able to come to an agreement with Chauncey, securing the keys and/or the money for his personal debt?
Tony didn’t have any answers, but it wouldn’t stop him from going through the motions anyways. He wanted to take care of this alone, but we were following him around the city. From the top of every building, no matter how covert, we were watching and close enough to be there in a split second if we needed to be. That’s just how we were trained. We’re protectors, guardian angels and Tony’s been our most challenging project. Such a complicated man who would rather suffer in silence as long he looked good on the exterior. That’s part of why he thinks he’s out here all by himself. Putting himself in harm’s way. Writing in his own fate. Biting off more than he can chew is just part of his nature. After years of inadvertently causing some of Moltisanti’s biggest problems (not including reigniting a two decade long turf war), recently, Tony’s been making an effort to clean his own messes. Sometimes out of our own pity, we take it upon ourselves to lighten his load whenever possible.
We’ve paid the remainder of Tony’s debt. He doesn’t have to be doing this right now, but he doesn’t know. In fact, we’ve done what we could these last few months to lighten his load as much as possible. We tracked down old business partners, retrieved lost investments that he may not even remembered to have made. We’ve been reconstructing the many bridges he’s burned over the years. We find ourselves in situations where we could help him more, but decide against it. He probably wouldn’t have a lost a match in Frontier Grappling Arts yet if we intervened with those affairs. It just wouldn’t be fair to anyone else who worked for all of their accomplishments. We can train. We can coach. We can advise and consult. But, we cannot and will not interfere.
Barring emergencies, Tony has to understand that he isn’t invincible. He’s susceptible to the same trials and tribulations as any other mortals are. Hence why we fight an endless battle with Santos, the devil incarnate. It’s a healthy tug of war we willingly put Tony through to gain strength, knowledge and life experience. Some things he must do on his own. Confronting his past is one of them. We were hovered over the ledge of two buildings like gargoyles, respectfully. Looking across to one another from opposite sides, we watched as Tony stood leaning against the wall unsuspecting. Suddenly, two hooded men turn the corner and walk down the alleyway approaching Tony. After a sniff, we identified the men as both Chauncey and Aaron Ying, the man from the Sassy Three who’s openly in love with Tony. This should be interesting…
“Wooow look at this Chauncey. He’s actually all alone.” Aaron mentioned to Chauncey as the two approached Tony. “Can’t believe you took time out of your busy schedule to see us little people!”
There as a condescending tone in Aaron’s voice. One that took Tony by surprise. “I told you two I’d be here, but honestly, I’m not in the mood to chit chat. A million fucking problems I have going on right now and this is the least of my worries. Where is it and when can I pick it up?”
Tony was cold to the guys, but it was a result of being hurt and betrayed. Something he wouldn’t dare admit outright. Chauncey, who seemed flustered, gave a short and low response. “It’s gone…” Tony started to laugh.
“I hope you never lose your sense of humor, honey. It’s the only redeeming quality about you now. Did you fags seriously nose up all of the dope?” Aaron glared at Tony.
“Watch it Antonio. You know we don’t like when you use that word…” Aaron smiled over at Chauncey. “And it’s not gone, it’s just…not with us anymore if you know what I mean.”
“No the fuck I don’t.” Tony snapped. “Enlighten me, please…”
Aaron laughed. “Seems like we have something you want and you have something we want…”
TBC
Johnny Karma outwrestled me. Johnny Karma was the better man that me. Johnny Karma beat me fair and square.
Is that what you want Johnny? Is that all you’ve been fighting for this entire time? You want to humble the Scandalous One. Break me down so that I’m not the star that shines as bright as it claims. If that’s what you want, then fine. March 5th was a cloudy day. For some reason, the stars weren’t properly aligned. You managed to do something for the first time in your life: beat me. So congrats. Give yourself a pat on the back, because I hope it was all worth it.
What did it get you, exactly Karma? It got you a mudhole stomping. Green lighted, assaulted and battered. You wanted my Pride title so bad, I’d think a man like you would’ve just taken the attack in stride. But no, you want to get on Vertigo and make subtle threats. You want to play the victim card. Talking about how you struggled so much to prove your doubters wrong only to get your moment snatched from under you. Now you’re jumping the gun to the Gold Rush Rumble, a match you’re not in and don’t deserve to be in, saying you’ll stop at nothing to make sure I lose.
You can’t just be satisfied with beating me, oh no that wasn’t enough. Stealing my title wasn’t enough, now you’re lobbying into the Gold Rush just to sabotage the Scandalous One? Normally I’d be touched at such attention. Johnny Karma has blocked me and continues to trash me on his protected Twitter account, but make no mistake about it, he follows me. He watched as I took Molly Reid’s face and repeatedly smashed it against the canvas. You know that was all for you Johnny baby. You watch what I tweet and you methodically try to pick apart my brain. You think you figured out how to get inside my head. You and everyone else who don’t know a fucking thing about me, like to try to make it seem you got it all figured out. You people think I’m all ego and that beating me is the ultimate blow, that stealing a title I hold dear will knock me down hopefully to the point of no return. I’m sure you’re groaning over this match sweetie. You know lighting isn’t going to strike twice for you. You know I always get the last laugh in these situations. I always make up for my Ls in the end. I’ve never been knocked off of my pedestal and I’ve never been treated as an afterthought. I’m the star you wish you could, but will never be. Able to stand the test of time. Able to get knocked down and pull yourself up higher than you’ve ever been before. That’s what it means to be the Scandalous One. That’s what it means to be dominant. To be the Elite. It’s no wonder why even though you won last time, everyone’s still expecting the Scandalous One to walk out of Philly with MY Pride Championship held high once again. I’m not like the rest of you and you hate me for it. I say nothing but facts, I do whatever I want and get whatever I want. I don’t pander to fans or the Twitter Cool Kids. I’m pimping hos, looking gorgeous and counting money on the daily, when I’m not in the gym. No matter what I’m doing, just know that I’m continuously making sure to be better than the rest of you in each and every way.
Case in point. The Scandalous One wasn’t going to sit idly by and get fucked out of his rematch clause like last time. I learned from that entire Dom-Mia fiasco, and soon the title was back in my bed after some “Shenanigans.” But at first, they denied me my chance at redemption. They knew Dom couldn’t get it done again so they stalled. Stalled to the point where he hot potato’d my belt to a bitch who didn’t deserve it just so he wouldn’t have to face me again. This time, I’m standing my ground. Last week, I demanded my rematch and that’s exactly what I’m getting. Johnny Karma, you can’t finagle like that. None of you can. When you people ask for something, the powers at be make you earn it. They throw you a bone to see how you respond and more often than not, all of you choke. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine is a proven commodity, so when The Scandalous One wants something, management puts me in position to get it. Without question. I’m past that whole ‘proving myself’ stage. I’ve been resilient in my path of terror and I’m only getting started.
You all hate that I can take a loss like I did to Karma and bounce right back as if it never happened. It’s what you fear the most, Johnny. When I take my title back, it’ll be business as usual and you’ll once again be scrambling for a piece of the pie. This is going to be your last chance. Beating me twice is the only way you get close to achieving any kind of relevancy again. It’s already written on the wall that the Scandalous One is amongst the Elite. Not just in FGA, but in all of wrestling today and I dare a motherfucker to come tell me different. Any of you fucking morons in the locker room can get lucky on a rainy day when the Sun isn’t shining. Doesn’t mean I won’t break through the clouds eventually. You know it Karma. You know you’re just a pitstop to me, but for you this is the ultimate test. You hate the fact that you’re one #PimpShit away from talent limbo and yours truly heading into the Gold Rush Rumble with more momentum than anyone. You hate the fact that you’re one #PimpShit away from helping the Scandalous One make history. First ever three time Pride Champion. Second man to ever hold any title in this company three different times. I’ll also be one step closer to being the first ever FGA Double Champion. These are the long term goals and pipe dreams for all of you that are just within an arm’s reach of the Scandalous One.
There’s a reason why no one’s been able to do what I’ve done. There’s a reason why no one else has been able to be as dominant as me. In the beginning, you could’ve called it luck. People like Karma, Cordy Stevenson, Dom Harter, Sean Sands, Chandler Scott, and most notably, Cami D. Magna. They all thought they were the ones that would put me in the ground for good. They all thought that defeating me would significantly diminish my rank. Significantly diminish my standings. My status. My claim to the top. Now they’re all on the sidelines watching me score. Johnny, you can beat me but can you break me? Stronger men than you have tried and failed. Better men than you have gone from rags to riches back to rags trying to spite me. Look at Jimmy Page. A sad shell of what he once was. Ruthless. Unrelenting. Dominant. Indestructible. You see what a few losses has done to Jimmy Page? Ever since I softened him up for Scott to take his belt, he’s fallen. I’m not just talking about to the likes of Zero and you, but Fujiko and Salem. Jimmy Page will need a presidential pardon if he ever wants to be seriously considered for championship gold.
If I had to hire my own insurance policy to keep myself afloat and to ensure me not just regaining my title but dominating the Gold Rush, so fucking be it. So I hope you haven’t forgotten about my Diamond and my Cannon. I could arrange for you to have an accident before our match. I could arrange some outside enforcing during the match. I could guarantee your failure. I could guarantee my victory…but I won’t. I’ll leave my British Bulldogs in the cage this weekend. I want you to feel confident that you and I will go toe-to-toe in that ring. No frills. I want it to be Tony Carmine and Johnny Karma straight up. Because taking that hope away from you, takes the fun from me. If I just shoo you away again, it won’t drive my message home. Karma, you’ve been a thorn in my ass for too long. For too long you’ve always been no further than a few scrubs away from my title. My legacy. For too long, I’ve just swatted you away like a fly.
Yet you still. Keep. Coming. Back. You’re persistently stupid.
This is the end for you. Your two and a half weeks of relishing in the glory of my Pride Championship has been fun, I’m sure. But it’s time to return the belt back to its rightful owner. It wouldn’t be responsible of the Scandalous One to have his prized possession in the hands of a man who is emphatically inferior in every aspect of the word ‘superstar’. Sure Karma, you’re a good wrestler, and on a bad night you can catch anyone by surprise. But there’s more to it than that. Did I get a little cocky last time? Have I been underselling you lately? Undermining your abilities? You better believe it honey, but that’s all in the game. Play to win at all costs.
If you’re not here to be the absolute best, then get the fuck out. This wrestling business isn’t handshakes, circle jerks and a Kumbaya campfire. This is about competition. This is about survival and outsmarting the next man, doing whatever it takes to get to the top. If you’re not willing to get dirty in this game, get out of the fields. Johnny Karma isn’t willing to get dirty. He thinks playing directly by the book of the Athletic State Commission is what it takes to be a breakthrough superstar. He thinks shooting on me when the bell rings is what’s going to propel him to levels the Scandalous One could only hope to see. Get with the times, Chevy Chase. Your strategy is ALMOST as outdated as your pathetic attempts to be funny.
Pray to the Wrestling Gods all you want to, they can’t save you from me. They won’t bless you with the killer instinct it takes to go the extra mile. I will continue beating this into your head until you get it. We’re not the same. I’m a guy that can adapt, that can switch it up and adds moves to his arsenal. Constantly challenges himself and rises to the occasion. You’re so stuck in your ways. So bogged down by Elizabethan beliefs about what wrestling should be and who should and shouldn’t be stars. What right do you have to enter the Gold Rush Rumble to make sure the winner isn’t someone who YOU think is ruining the business? What lord of professional wrestling and entertainment ordained you the gatekeeper? It’s self-righteous nut jobs like you who have turned my heart cold to this industry. It’s the ones like you who judge me for not looking like a traditional wrestler or playing by 2000 year old Greco-Roman rules. It’s the ones like you who’ve made me into the man I am today: that wants the glory with no regard to the bodies he must leave behind. What the fuck kind of law are you to say that a man doesn’t deserve to be a star just because he has the moxie to take life by the pussy and fuck her for all that she’s worth? You’re a special kind of pretentious piece of shit, and everyone’s so blinded by your arm candy and ten-syllable words to realize it. But I’m not blinded. I see you for what you are, a cockroach that needs to die before it starts to breed.
If I was really this cancer to wrestling like you claim, this company would’ve died a long fucking time ago. It was the Scandalous One that breathed life into this place after the TV deal went to shit. It wasn’t Chandler Scott. It wasn’t Sex Sells. It wasn’t Dom Harter. It wasn’t the Sparklebuddies. It’s the Scandalous One who’s continued to keep FGA known as the company with the top notch talent. It’s not any of these garbage ass EXODUS rejects. It’s not anyone who defected from anywhere else. IT’S ME! People say all the time that FGA is the most must see wrestling promotion in the business. You think it got that way because of a faggot like Johnny Karma? That’s a general statement that really just means “FGA: Home of Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine.” Facts only.
March 30, 2016
Miami, FL
Location: Undisclosed Alley
POV: @bloodofthegoats
One thing about Tony even he didn’t realize was that he was always willing to take life on the chin. Whenever things went wrong in the business world or with his many activities, he always placed all of the blame on himself. It was even true in the world of wrestling. Even though Tony didn’t like particularly admitting when things was going wrong for him, he felt it. He felt himself headed towards a downward spiral if he wasn’t careful. In FGA, he was letting success get into his head and it’s been starting to cost him. Matches that would be no brainers to prepare, have recently began to slip out of Tony’s fingers.
All because his concerns was divided. His plate was too full, regardless of how many challenges he ate up. On the business end, Tony was spending most of his energy and efforts into tracking down his former Salon partner, Chauncey as well as the ever so influential “Sassy Three”. The Sassy Three was the unofficial name for Devin, Ricky and Aaron who used to be known as BPB Fury in the wrestling business. The Sassy Three could very be held responsible for Tony’s last relapse. They could also be held responsible for the kilos that went missing at Strava.
Either way, Tony had known more than he was letting on to the rest of the organization. He was trying to protect guys whom he once considered dear friends. After all, that’s all Tony Carmine’s done throughout his life. He’d always try to protect the people around him. He always wanted to make sure that anyone who he thought cared about him was well taken care of. Since birth, Tony wore his heart on his sleeve and more times than not, it came back to bite him on the ass. When he was first trying to break into wrestling in 2010, he was desperate to stand out on his own and make a name for himself.
However, he was too naive to realize that he needed a solid foundation of support. He sought that out from Kenny Kasual (Kucci Mane), Kenny was too focused on building his own legacy at the time. Tony became such a burden that for the next few years as the two would spend time in XWA, the two fell out. After being beaten to a bloody pulp, Tony took a long hiatus from wrestling only to return once Kenny’s career was nearing an end. Who knows if Kucci’s career was cut short on his own accord or not? The timing of it all meant that he got more training. More talent. More attention, money, women and fame. It’s all mortals care for. It’s all they pray for, adding in world peace only to satisfy what it is they think the Man wants to hear. Tony also realized that taking a passed torch means more responsibility.
He was finally starting to see all of the pressure Kenny had to go through once he started to establish himself in the business. Not only are you maintaining everything about you that rakes in the cash, you have to balance other businesses. Other personalities. Tony had once talked down to Kenny, scolding him for his blatant marijuana use on PDW television. Now, Sunny Boy finds himself along a dark alley, contemplating just how worth it sobriety was. Was it worth snapping on his coworkers for the trivial issues that wrestling brings? Was it worth cheating on his lovely girlfriend with underage girls? Was it worth driving himself absolutely mad? He wasn’t sure anymore. He wasn’t sure about much of anything these days. How long would his career last? Would he accomplish all he set out to do? Would he be able to take his Pride belt back as well as win the Gold Rush Rumble? Would he be able to come to an agreement with Chauncey, securing the keys and/or the money for his personal debt?
Tony didn’t have any answers, but it wouldn’t stop him from going through the motions anyways. He wanted to take care of this alone, but we were following him around the city. From the top of every building, no matter how covert, we were watching and close enough to be there in a split second if we needed to be. That’s just how we were trained. We’re protectors, guardian angels and Tony’s been our most challenging project. Such a complicated man who would rather suffer in silence as long he looked good on the exterior. That’s part of why he thinks he’s out here all by himself. Putting himself in harm’s way. Writing in his own fate. Biting off more than he can chew is just part of his nature. After years of inadvertently causing some of Moltisanti’s biggest problems (not including reigniting a two decade long turf war), recently, Tony’s been making an effort to clean his own messes. Sometimes out of our own pity, we take it upon ourselves to lighten his load whenever possible.
We’ve paid the remainder of Tony’s debt. He doesn’t have to be doing this right now, but he doesn’t know. In fact, we’ve done what we could these last few months to lighten his load as much as possible. We tracked down old business partners, retrieved lost investments that he may not even remembered to have made. We’ve been reconstructing the many bridges he’s burned over the years. We find ourselves in situations where we could help him more, but decide against it. He probably wouldn’t have a lost a match in Frontier Grappling Arts yet if we intervened with those affairs. It just wouldn’t be fair to anyone else who worked for all of their accomplishments. We can train. We can coach. We can advise and consult. But, we cannot and will not interfere.
Barring emergencies, Tony has to understand that he isn’t invincible. He’s susceptible to the same trials and tribulations as any other mortals are. Hence why we fight an endless battle with Santos, the devil incarnate. It’s a healthy tug of war we willingly put Tony through to gain strength, knowledge and life experience. Some things he must do on his own. Confronting his past is one of them. We were hovered over the ledge of two buildings like gargoyles, respectfully. Looking across to one another from opposite sides, we watched as Tony stood leaning against the wall unsuspecting. Suddenly, two hooded men turn the corner and walk down the alleyway approaching Tony. After a sniff, we identified the men as both Chauncey and Aaron Ying, the man from the Sassy Three who’s openly in love with Tony. This should be interesting…
“Wooow look at this Chauncey. He’s actually all alone.” Aaron mentioned to Chauncey as the two approached Tony. “Can’t believe you took time out of your busy schedule to see us little people!”
There as a condescending tone in Aaron’s voice. One that took Tony by surprise. “I told you two I’d be here, but honestly, I’m not in the mood to chit chat. A million fucking problems I have going on right now and this is the least of my worries. Where is it and when can I pick it up?”
Tony was cold to the guys, but it was a result of being hurt and betrayed. Something he wouldn’t dare admit outright. Chauncey, who seemed flustered, gave a short and low response. “It’s gone…” Tony started to laugh.
“I hope you never lose your sense of humor, honey. It’s the only redeeming quality about you now. Did you fags seriously nose up all of the dope?” Aaron glared at Tony.
“Watch it Antonio. You know we don’t like when you use that word…” Aaron smiled over at Chauncey. “And it’s not gone, it’s just…not with us anymore if you know what I mean.”
“No the fuck I don’t.” Tony snapped. “Enlighten me, please…”
Aaron laughed. “Seems like we have something you want and you have something we want…”
TBC
Johnny Karma outwrestled me. Johnny Karma was the better man that me. Johnny Karma beat me fair and square.
Is that what you want Johnny? Is that all you’ve been fighting for this entire time? You want to humble the Scandalous One. Break me down so that I’m not the star that shines as bright as it claims. If that’s what you want, then fine. March 5th was a cloudy day. For some reason, the stars weren’t properly aligned. You managed to do something for the first time in your life: beat me. So congrats. Give yourself a pat on the back, because I hope it was all worth it.
What did it get you, exactly Karma? It got you a mudhole stomping. Green lighted, assaulted and battered. You wanted my Pride title so bad, I’d think a man like you would’ve just taken the attack in stride. But no, you want to get on Vertigo and make subtle threats. You want to play the victim card. Talking about how you struggled so much to prove your doubters wrong only to get your moment snatched from under you. Now you’re jumping the gun to the Gold Rush Rumble, a match you’re not in and don’t deserve to be in, saying you’ll stop at nothing to make sure I lose.
You can’t just be satisfied with beating me, oh no that wasn’t enough. Stealing my title wasn’t enough, now you’re lobbying into the Gold Rush just to sabotage the Scandalous One? Normally I’d be touched at such attention. Johnny Karma has blocked me and continues to trash me on his protected Twitter account, but make no mistake about it, he follows me. He watched as I took Molly Reid’s face and repeatedly smashed it against the canvas. You know that was all for you Johnny baby. You watch what I tweet and you methodically try to pick apart my brain. You think you figured out how to get inside my head. You and everyone else who don’t know a fucking thing about me, like to try to make it seem you got it all figured out. You people think I’m all ego and that beating me is the ultimate blow, that stealing a title I hold dear will knock me down hopefully to the point of no return. I’m sure you’re groaning over this match sweetie. You know lighting isn’t going to strike twice for you. You know I always get the last laugh in these situations. I always make up for my Ls in the end. I’ve never been knocked off of my pedestal and I’ve never been treated as an afterthought. I’m the star you wish you could, but will never be. Able to stand the test of time. Able to get knocked down and pull yourself up higher than you’ve ever been before. That’s what it means to be the Scandalous One. That’s what it means to be dominant. To be the Elite. It’s no wonder why even though you won last time, everyone’s still expecting the Scandalous One to walk out of Philly with MY Pride Championship held high once again. I’m not like the rest of you and you hate me for it. I say nothing but facts, I do whatever I want and get whatever I want. I don’t pander to fans or the Twitter Cool Kids. I’m pimping hos, looking gorgeous and counting money on the daily, when I’m not in the gym. No matter what I’m doing, just know that I’m continuously making sure to be better than the rest of you in each and every way.
Case in point. The Scandalous One wasn’t going to sit idly by and get fucked out of his rematch clause like last time. I learned from that entire Dom-Mia fiasco, and soon the title was back in my bed after some “Shenanigans.” But at first, they denied me my chance at redemption. They knew Dom couldn’t get it done again so they stalled. Stalled to the point where he hot potato’d my belt to a bitch who didn’t deserve it just so he wouldn’t have to face me again. This time, I’m standing my ground. Last week, I demanded my rematch and that’s exactly what I’m getting. Johnny Karma, you can’t finagle like that. None of you can. When you people ask for something, the powers at be make you earn it. They throw you a bone to see how you respond and more often than not, all of you choke. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine is a proven commodity, so when The Scandalous One wants something, management puts me in position to get it. Without question. I’m past that whole ‘proving myself’ stage. I’ve been resilient in my path of terror and I’m only getting started.
You all hate that I can take a loss like I did to Karma and bounce right back as if it never happened. It’s what you fear the most, Johnny. When I take my title back, it’ll be business as usual and you’ll once again be scrambling for a piece of the pie. This is going to be your last chance. Beating me twice is the only way you get close to achieving any kind of relevancy again. It’s already written on the wall that the Scandalous One is amongst the Elite. Not just in FGA, but in all of wrestling today and I dare a motherfucker to come tell me different. Any of you fucking morons in the locker room can get lucky on a rainy day when the Sun isn’t shining. Doesn’t mean I won’t break through the clouds eventually. You know it Karma. You know you’re just a pitstop to me, but for you this is the ultimate test. You hate the fact that you’re one #PimpShit away from talent limbo and yours truly heading into the Gold Rush Rumble with more momentum than anyone. You hate the fact that you’re one #PimpShit away from helping the Scandalous One make history. First ever three time Pride Champion. Second man to ever hold any title in this company three different times. I’ll also be one step closer to being the first ever FGA Double Champion. These are the long term goals and pipe dreams for all of you that are just within an arm’s reach of the Scandalous One.
There’s a reason why no one’s been able to do what I’ve done. There’s a reason why no one else has been able to be as dominant as me. In the beginning, you could’ve called it luck. People like Karma, Cordy Stevenson, Dom Harter, Sean Sands, Chandler Scott, and most notably, Cami D. Magna. They all thought they were the ones that would put me in the ground for good. They all thought that defeating me would significantly diminish my rank. Significantly diminish my standings. My status. My claim to the top. Now they’re all on the sidelines watching me score. Johnny, you can beat me but can you break me? Stronger men than you have tried and failed. Better men than you have gone from rags to riches back to rags trying to spite me. Look at Jimmy Page. A sad shell of what he once was. Ruthless. Unrelenting. Dominant. Indestructible. You see what a few losses has done to Jimmy Page? Ever since I softened him up for Scott to take his belt, he’s fallen. I’m not just talking about to the likes of Zero and you, but Fujiko and Salem. Jimmy Page will need a presidential pardon if he ever wants to be seriously considered for championship gold.
If I had to hire my own insurance policy to keep myself afloat and to ensure me not just regaining my title but dominating the Gold Rush, so fucking be it. So I hope you haven’t forgotten about my Diamond and my Cannon. I could arrange for you to have an accident before our match. I could arrange some outside enforcing during the match. I could guarantee your failure. I could guarantee my victory…but I won’t. I’ll leave my British Bulldogs in the cage this weekend. I want you to feel confident that you and I will go toe-to-toe in that ring. No frills. I want it to be Tony Carmine and Johnny Karma straight up. Because taking that hope away from you, takes the fun from me. If I just shoo you away again, it won’t drive my message home. Karma, you’ve been a thorn in my ass for too long. For too long you’ve always been no further than a few scrubs away from my title. My legacy. For too long, I’ve just swatted you away like a fly.
Yet you still. Keep. Coming. Back. You’re persistently stupid.
This is the end for you. Your two and a half weeks of relishing in the glory of my Pride Championship has been fun, I’m sure. But it’s time to return the belt back to its rightful owner. It wouldn’t be responsible of the Scandalous One to have his prized possession in the hands of a man who is emphatically inferior in every aspect of the word ‘superstar’. Sure Karma, you’re a good wrestler, and on a bad night you can catch anyone by surprise. But there’s more to it than that. Did I get a little cocky last time? Have I been underselling you lately? Undermining your abilities? You better believe it honey, but that’s all in the game. Play to win at all costs.
If you’re not here to be the absolute best, then get the fuck out. This wrestling business isn’t handshakes, circle jerks and a Kumbaya campfire. This is about competition. This is about survival and outsmarting the next man, doing whatever it takes to get to the top. If you’re not willing to get dirty in this game, get out of the fields. Johnny Karma isn’t willing to get dirty. He thinks playing directly by the book of the Athletic State Commission is what it takes to be a breakthrough superstar. He thinks shooting on me when the bell rings is what’s going to propel him to levels the Scandalous One could only hope to see. Get with the times, Chevy Chase. Your strategy is ALMOST as outdated as your pathetic attempts to be funny.
Pray to the Wrestling Gods all you want to, they can’t save you from me. They won’t bless you with the killer instinct it takes to go the extra mile. I will continue beating this into your head until you get it. We’re not the same. I’m a guy that can adapt, that can switch it up and adds moves to his arsenal. Constantly challenges himself and rises to the occasion. You’re so stuck in your ways. So bogged down by Elizabethan beliefs about what wrestling should be and who should and shouldn’t be stars. What right do you have to enter the Gold Rush Rumble to make sure the winner isn’t someone who YOU think is ruining the business? What lord of professional wrestling and entertainment ordained you the gatekeeper? It’s self-righteous nut jobs like you who have turned my heart cold to this industry. It’s the ones like you who judge me for not looking like a traditional wrestler or playing by 2000 year old Greco-Roman rules. It’s the ones like you who’ve made me into the man I am today: that wants the glory with no regard to the bodies he must leave behind. What the fuck kind of law are you to say that a man doesn’t deserve to be a star just because he has the moxie to take life by the pussy and fuck her for all that she’s worth? You’re a special kind of pretentious piece of shit, and everyone’s so blinded by your arm candy and ten-syllable words to realize it. But I’m not blinded. I see you for what you are, a cockroach that needs to die before it starts to breed.
If I was really this cancer to wrestling like you claim, this company would’ve died a long fucking time ago. It was the Scandalous One that breathed life into this place after the TV deal went to shit. It wasn’t Chandler Scott. It wasn’t Sex Sells. It wasn’t Dom Harter. It wasn’t the Sparklebuddies. It’s the Scandalous One who’s continued to keep FGA known as the company with the top notch talent. It’s not any of these garbage ass EXODUS rejects. It’s not anyone who defected from anywhere else. IT’S ME! People say all the time that FGA is the most must see wrestling promotion in the business. You think it got that way because of a faggot like Johnny Karma? That’s a general statement that really just means “FGA: Home of Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine.” Facts only.