Things can only get Karma
May 12, 2016 18:10:02 GMT -5
Post by Johnny Karma on May 12, 2016 18:10:02 GMT -5
5th May 2016, Hillcrest NYC
It’s a quiet Thursday night in the Case del Karma, so quiet in fact that Johnny Karma has dozed off on his couch – although judging by the copy of The Girl in the Spider’s Web that’s currently lying face-up on the floor right next to the couch we have a likely culprit for the reason Karma has decided to buy into a timeshare in the Land of Nod
…that is until his slumber is interrupted by a sudden burst of Keith Richards’ finest hour from Karma’s phone, which causes Karma to wake up with a start and flail around in half-conscious confusion as he tries to work out where the heck he is and how long he’s been asleep, and amidst all that he also has to work out where his phone is so he can actually answer the darned thing
…hello?
Once he answers the phone he immediately knows who it is – it’s Cherry Baum, although he mainly knows this due to the caller ID, as he can barely hear what she’s saying above the ridiculously loud music blasting through the speakers of the bar she’s in
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey J-K, happy Cinco de Mayo!
Hey there, I was just…
Why don’t you come down here and join me? This place is AMAZING, they’ve been doing a two-for-one on tequila slammers...
Upon hearing the last part of what Cherry is saying, Karma switches his phone from one ear to the other before he responds
Miss Baum, how much have you had to drink tonight?
There’s a moment of silence, or as silent as it can get with the music still blaring through his phone, before Cherry attempts to remember
I think it’s been five…no, wait, seven.
Seven shots?
No, seven two-for-ones. Or maybe six, I think the first one was just a single.
Upon hearing the last part and doing some mental arithmetic, Karma’s expression is a combination of shock and confusion – and a certain amount of respect
And you’re still standing? How is that even possible?
A sound emanated from down the phone that may be Cherry expressing how she doesn’t know, although it could just as feasibly be a dolphin attempting to beatbox judging by the combination of high pitch and being utterly indecipherable
Listen, J-K, if you were here right now I would TOTALLY…
Before Cherry can finish what she’s saying, Karma loses his grip on his phone and it slips out of his grasp onto the couch, and as always happens the phone slips behind a cushion and gets wedged in that minuscule gap next to the arm rest that requires all manner of rummaging to fish it out – and once Karma fishes the phone out of where it was, he is remarkably quick to change the subject
Sorry, Miss Baum, I think you’re breaking up. Talk to you tomorrow. Bye!
And with that Karma hangs up his phone, and just to be on the safe side he switches it to silent in case there’s a couple of dozen follow-up calls this evening
5th May 2016, Coney Island NYC
It’s the morning after the night before and we see Cherry Baum managed to get home intact, although judging by the fact she’s wearing the previous night’s clothes and the fact her bedside lamp is still switched on it appears she basically just fell face-first onto her bed and that’s where she remained until this exact moment in time, with her face buried in the pillow and her arm dangling off the bed so much that it’s actually touching the floor
And then the worst possible thing that could happen is what happens, as somebody phones her and what would sound to most people like the soothing tones of Lana Del Rey sounds an awful lot like having your head in a cement mixer full of pneumatic drills to Cherry, causing her to flail around for her phone
WHAT???
The volume of her shouting manages to make Cherry’s head hurt that little bit more, so she places a hand against her temples as she tries to remember where she left that glass of water she poured for herself before she left the apartment last night, rapidly drawing the conclusion that she left it on the kitchen counter which feels approximately thirty miles away from her current location
Is this a bad time?
Realising that Karma’s calling her, Cherry’s immediate response is to bite on her finger as she comes to the conclusion she must’ve drunk dialled at some point the previous evening
Hey there…J-K. Sorry, I just woke up.
Really? It’s almost half two!
It is?
Cherry looks over to the Felix the Cat clock on her wall which tells her that it is indeed almost half two, at which point she has to fight hard to resist the urge to bury her head under her pillow for the next six hours
So it is…
Listen, I think we should talk about what you said last night…
Realising this is about to get bad, Cherry responds in a perfectly sane and rational manner
Nononononononononononononononono…
As she repeats the word, shaking her head to add emphasis (and the probably requirement of a couple of headache tablets) Cherry’s cut off by the sound of Karma clearing his throat on the other end of the line
*ahem*
Are you sure there’s nothing we should be talking about?
I’m sure, J-K. It was just the booze doing the talking, because you know how booze likes to talk when you give it the chance…
It’s pretty obvious that Cherry doesn’t believe the version of events she’s spinning
Okay then, just as long as we know everything’s okay. Don’t forget we’ve got the studio booked for tomorrow afternoon.
Don’t worry, J-K, everything’s cool. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to drink about two gallons of water.
Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
See you then. Bye!
Cherry hangs up her phone and lets out a huge sigh of relief that hermorning afternoon didn’t just get started in the realest way imaginable, but after a moment’s relief she slumps face-first on her bed once again
Stupid…
Pulling a pillow over her head to block out the day, Cherry groans
7th April 2016, Karmic TV Studio, NYC
KARMIC TV
The afternoon after the morning after the night before
As it was before so shall it be again, as we cut to the Karmic TV studio where Johnny Karma is cool, calm, collected and cucumber-like as he reclines on his couch while Cherry greets us with a warm smile and a friendly wave in the sort of energetic turnaround not seen since somebody accidentally plugged the Duracell bunny into the Large Hadron Collider
Hi guys, welcome to another edition of Karmic TV, the source of nutriment that your eyes and ears have been calling out for almost as long as the Mets have been calling out for a World Series win.
Hey!
Despite the obvious disgruntlement of Karma, Cherry continues with her intro
Of course, as you are no doubt away, the Gold Rush Rumble came and went, and when the Gold Rush Rumble went the credibility of the main event scene in FWA not only went with it, but went out the window, collided with a big rig, and smashed into so many pieces that we had to ask Stephen Hawking if he could calculate just how many atomic fragments that was once the company’s credibility there are. So far he hasn’t got back to us, either because it is taking him a long time to calculate the number…or because he’s gone all Hollywood lately, given he’s been seen on The Big Bang Theory more often than character development ever has.
Something else you’d have noticed is that, with J-K not competing in a match last week, he’s had a lot more time to stew about it, seeing as the only real action we saw at the last show was a backstage run-in with a couple of arrogant bi…
*ahem*
It occurs to Cherry that she was going a little bit off-book by using the opportunity to throw a barb or two in the direction of Silk & Cyanide
Anyway, that is what I can tell you as an observer, but rather than my take on what went down let’s hear it from the mouth of somebody who was in the heart of the action, so take it away J-K!
Handing it over to Karma, Cherry tries to mask a grimace when she realises the last thing she said unintentionally rhymed – and let’s just say her attempt at masking it isn’t particularly good…
It wasn’t that long ago when I sat here, knowing full well the one way to make things better was to make sure that Tony Carmine and Johnny Cannon weren’t allowed to dictate the Gold Rush Rumble, because the old saying has always told you that two heads are better than one…even though those two heads in question are filled with more drek than the East River at high tide. It really should not have to come to somebody pointing out something so obvious, yet instead it seemed so many who stepped inside the ring forgot all about that because they immediately thought only of the shot at the FWA Championship that was on the line, so instead of thinking about the bigger picture they thought of posting selfies of them with the title.
The obvious thing I have to say about my performance in the GRR is the fact I could hardly prevent Cannon and Carmine from achieving what they were hoping because I was outside the ring a lot longer than I was inside of it dealing with Cannon and Carmine, because if there’s one thing that’s obvious to me now it’s that you can’t change anything when you’re laid out under a pile of chairs near the bleachers.
That was bad enough, knowing full well that the only way to stop the pair of them was to give them the ol’ baren avek by tossing them over the ropes to the floor yet I wasn’t anywhere near the ring to do just that, but then to see them muddle their way to victory was something else – not least because what happened when the match came down to just Cannon vs Carmine underlined what is wrong with their mentality, because after all the beatdowns it came down to deciding who should be first in line for the title. So what did they decide? Simple answer is they didn’t, they had no idea what they were going to do now that there was nobody left to jump from behind and act as if they’re manly men at the height of their manliness when they do it, and that’s the moment the New Kings looked like a pair of stooges…no, wait, there were three of those, so that means they turned into Abbott and Costello – just nowhere near as entertaining.
Karma pauses for a second and absent-mindedly looks at his arm, one of the many places that has picked up its fair share of welts in recent weeks thanks to the various beatdowns he’s been on the receiving end of
If that wasn’t a kick in the beytsim, having to sit and watch the pair of them, as well as the organ grinder’s monkey that is known as Quinn Goodrich, stand in the ring and gloat as if they had achieved something spectacular, rather than blunder their way to success in spite of their lack of any actual plan – which is commonly known as pulling a Zack Snyder.
So that’s it. FWA is doomed. Could the last person to leave the arena turn off the lights and leave a note for the milkman, because there’s nothing worse than a pile of milk bottles with contents rapidly turning into cheese stinking out the neighbourhood.
At first Karma pauses at the thought of FWA circling the drain, but after a moment he shakes his head and raises a finger in defiance
Or maybe we should ignore the writing on the wall, not least because the writing is in crayon.
If those two can’t work out a plan to win a Gold Rush Rumble when they’re the only two in the ring, having them try and work out a way to win the FWA Championship in a triple threat is going to see just how regal the New Kings aren’t, because it will be their turn to ignore the bigger picture in favour of posting selfies of themselves with the belt to social media, so what allowed them to win the GRR is what is going to cause them more problems than they dare think of when they get to where they’re going.
More than anything else, though, giving up just because of who is on top is not a sound decision, not when there’s plenty of matches worth watching before you can decide to beat the traffic as soon as you hear The Word of Jimi being decimated, desecrated and completely obliterated…
Karma looks over to Cherry with a look of disgust on his face, gesturing towards a bottle of water
What is it J-K?
I think I may have quoted Quinn Goodrich, so I should wash my mouth out.
Without further ado, Cherry hands over a bottle of water, which Karma uses to rinse out his mouth before he leans off camera and spits the contents of his mouth into a well-placed bucket before he continues
For example, there’s more than one belt in this company, which means there’s more than one title match – and this is why I have offered Fujiko Mine a chance at the Pride Championship, because it is my duty as a wrestler to make sure the talking point of the show isn’t the impending debacle that will end the show, and instead to have a match that will steal it from under the noses of those who don’t deserve to be the last thing the fans will see. It will be fitting, too, given I not only defeated Carmine to hold the Pride Championship but also turned away his attempt to regain the belt in his rematch, so when he realises what he thought would be his crowning moment is not what is being talked about, while the title he lost so utterly is exactly what people will remember, it will eat him up inside and he’ll suddenly understand what a beatdown from him and his chums felt like.
On the subject of those beatdowns, while I don’t want to speak for my opponent too much, there’s no denying that Mark Storm knows full well what it feels like to get jumped from behind and get beaten on by the New Kings as they prove what tough guys they are, after all it happened to him a few weeks back after he, Molly Reid and Nero Darling put a spanner in the works of what they were hoping would be the first dominant victory of many, many, many to come – and it’s just as true to say he’s not a fan, given he was one of those who appeared to run them off when Carmine was getting annoyed at how I proved once again how I am the better man while he is yet to hit puberty from a psychological standpoint.
There is one thing that gets me, though: how is it the two of us have been pitted against each other? Two people with a mutual interest in reminding the New Kings what happened to the relatively new king Louis XVI and…well, things didn’t work out too well for him, so somebody better tell Quinn Goodrich to stop suggesting people eat cake.
So the two of us have a common enemy, the two of us both have reasons to feel disappointed by what went down in the GRR, and both of us are looking to say that while Carmine and Cannon may be trying to get their fingerprints all over everything FWA, we’re refusing to let that happen and are looking to show that things may look gloomy in one place, but this isn’t Mistake Island and the gloom isn’t covering everything. So rather than turning up at the arena, getting into my ring gear and hanging around long enough to get jumped from behind yet again, instead the plan is to turn up at the arena, get into my ring gear, have one heck of a match and dare the pair of them to try and pull something, because while they may feel invincible right now the tide is not going their way as much as they think.
So here’s the point: on the one hand you have me proving once again that no matter how much I get punched, kicked, stomped, tossed around like a ragdoll and everything else, that is not going to keep me down because I am going to defy the will of Cannon and Carmine because I swore to myself that I was going to prove that you don’t need to be a parasite to reach the top, on the other hand you have Mark Storm who is busting his tuches to make a name for himself in FWA, and what we are going to do is combine what we can do to do something simple: have a match that people want to talk about when it’s done. It’s so simple, yet somehow this concept seems alien to far too many people. It’s called resistance, people, look it up.
Taking a moment to have another sip of water, this time refraining from spitting it in a nearby bucket
So I hope, you have no idea how much I hope, that’s exactly what Mark Storm has on his mind: the desire to leave everything wrong with FWA in the trash where it belongs, and remind everyone what is right – because as bad as things might look, there’s still those glimpses of the light that aren’t so difficult to find, and the light is what is what is most important right now. I think that alone is worth a click of the "like" and "subscribe" buttons below this video if you agree.
Karma winks to camera as he finishes, as Cherry wraps things up
Well with that being said, there's not much else that needs to be said except thanking each and every one of you lovely people for watching, especially if you hit that upward-pointing thumb down there, but for the time being that's all we have until the next edition of Karmic TV, so we'll see you next time. Bye!
It’s a quiet Thursday night in the Case del Karma, so quiet in fact that Johnny Karma has dozed off on his couch – although judging by the copy of The Girl in the Spider’s Web that’s currently lying face-up on the floor right next to the couch we have a likely culprit for the reason Karma has decided to buy into a timeshare in the Land of Nod
…that is until his slumber is interrupted by a sudden burst of Keith Richards’ finest hour from Karma’s phone, which causes Karma to wake up with a start and flail around in half-conscious confusion as he tries to work out where the heck he is and how long he’s been asleep, and amidst all that he also has to work out where his phone is so he can actually answer the darned thing
…hello?
Once he answers the phone he immediately knows who it is – it’s Cherry Baum, although he mainly knows this due to the caller ID, as he can barely hear what she’s saying above the ridiculously loud music blasting through the speakers of the bar she’s in
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey J-K, happy Cinco de Mayo!
Hey there, I was just…
Why don’t you come down here and join me? This place is AMAZING, they’ve been doing a two-for-one on tequila slammers...
Upon hearing the last part of what Cherry is saying, Karma switches his phone from one ear to the other before he responds
Miss Baum, how much have you had to drink tonight?
There’s a moment of silence, or as silent as it can get with the music still blaring through his phone, before Cherry attempts to remember
I think it’s been five…no, wait, seven.
Seven shots?
No, seven two-for-ones. Or maybe six, I think the first one was just a single.
Upon hearing the last part and doing some mental arithmetic, Karma’s expression is a combination of shock and confusion – and a certain amount of respect
And you’re still standing? How is that even possible?
A sound emanated from down the phone that may be Cherry expressing how she doesn’t know, although it could just as feasibly be a dolphin attempting to beatbox judging by the combination of high pitch and being utterly indecipherable
Listen, J-K, if you were here right now I would TOTALLY…
Before Cherry can finish what she’s saying, Karma loses his grip on his phone and it slips out of his grasp onto the couch, and as always happens the phone slips behind a cushion and gets wedged in that minuscule gap next to the arm rest that requires all manner of rummaging to fish it out – and once Karma fishes the phone out of where it was, he is remarkably quick to change the subject
Sorry, Miss Baum, I think you’re breaking up. Talk to you tomorrow. Bye!
And with that Karma hangs up his phone, and just to be on the safe side he switches it to silent in case there’s a couple of dozen follow-up calls this evening
5th May 2016, Coney Island NYC
It’s the morning after the night before and we see Cherry Baum managed to get home intact, although judging by the fact she’s wearing the previous night’s clothes and the fact her bedside lamp is still switched on it appears she basically just fell face-first onto her bed and that’s where she remained until this exact moment in time, with her face buried in the pillow and her arm dangling off the bed so much that it’s actually touching the floor
And then the worst possible thing that could happen is what happens, as somebody phones her and what would sound to most people like the soothing tones of Lana Del Rey sounds an awful lot like having your head in a cement mixer full of pneumatic drills to Cherry, causing her to flail around for her phone
WHAT???
The volume of her shouting manages to make Cherry’s head hurt that little bit more, so she places a hand against her temples as she tries to remember where she left that glass of water she poured for herself before she left the apartment last night, rapidly drawing the conclusion that she left it on the kitchen counter which feels approximately thirty miles away from her current location
Is this a bad time?
Realising that Karma’s calling her, Cherry’s immediate response is to bite on her finger as she comes to the conclusion she must’ve drunk dialled at some point the previous evening
Hey there…J-K. Sorry, I just woke up.
Really? It’s almost half two!
It is?
Cherry looks over to the Felix the Cat clock on her wall which tells her that it is indeed almost half two, at which point she has to fight hard to resist the urge to bury her head under her pillow for the next six hours
So it is…
Listen, I think we should talk about what you said last night…
Realising this is about to get bad, Cherry responds in a perfectly sane and rational manner
Nononononononononononononononono…
As she repeats the word, shaking her head to add emphasis (and the probably requirement of a couple of headache tablets) Cherry’s cut off by the sound of Karma clearing his throat on the other end of the line
*ahem*
Are you sure there’s nothing we should be talking about?
I’m sure, J-K. It was just the booze doing the talking, because you know how booze likes to talk when you give it the chance…
It’s pretty obvious that Cherry doesn’t believe the version of events she’s spinning
Okay then, just as long as we know everything’s okay. Don’t forget we’ve got the studio booked for tomorrow afternoon.
Don’t worry, J-K, everything’s cool. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to drink about two gallons of water.
Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
See you then. Bye!
Cherry hangs up her phone and lets out a huge sigh of relief that her
Stupid…
Pulling a pillow over her head to block out the day, Cherry groans
7th April 2016, Karmic TV Studio, NYC
KARMIC TV
The afternoon after the morning after the night before
As it was before so shall it be again, as we cut to the Karmic TV studio where Johnny Karma is cool, calm, collected and cucumber-like as he reclines on his couch while Cherry greets us with a warm smile and a friendly wave in the sort of energetic turnaround not seen since somebody accidentally plugged the Duracell bunny into the Large Hadron Collider
Hi guys, welcome to another edition of Karmic TV, the source of nutriment that your eyes and ears have been calling out for almost as long as the Mets have been calling out for a World Series win.
Hey!
Despite the obvious disgruntlement of Karma, Cherry continues with her intro
Of course, as you are no doubt away, the Gold Rush Rumble came and went, and when the Gold Rush Rumble went the credibility of the main event scene in FWA not only went with it, but went out the window, collided with a big rig, and smashed into so many pieces that we had to ask Stephen Hawking if he could calculate just how many atomic fragments that was once the company’s credibility there are. So far he hasn’t got back to us, either because it is taking him a long time to calculate the number…or because he’s gone all Hollywood lately, given he’s been seen on The Big Bang Theory more often than character development ever has.
Something else you’d have noticed is that, with J-K not competing in a match last week, he’s had a lot more time to stew about it, seeing as the only real action we saw at the last show was a backstage run-in with a couple of arrogant bi…
*ahem*
It occurs to Cherry that she was going a little bit off-book by using the opportunity to throw a barb or two in the direction of Silk & Cyanide
Anyway, that is what I can tell you as an observer, but rather than my take on what went down let’s hear it from the mouth of somebody who was in the heart of the action, so take it away J-K!
Handing it over to Karma, Cherry tries to mask a grimace when she realises the last thing she said unintentionally rhymed – and let’s just say her attempt at masking it isn’t particularly good…
It wasn’t that long ago when I sat here, knowing full well the one way to make things better was to make sure that Tony Carmine and Johnny Cannon weren’t allowed to dictate the Gold Rush Rumble, because the old saying has always told you that two heads are better than one…even though those two heads in question are filled with more drek than the East River at high tide. It really should not have to come to somebody pointing out something so obvious, yet instead it seemed so many who stepped inside the ring forgot all about that because they immediately thought only of the shot at the FWA Championship that was on the line, so instead of thinking about the bigger picture they thought of posting selfies of them with the title.
The obvious thing I have to say about my performance in the GRR is the fact I could hardly prevent Cannon and Carmine from achieving what they were hoping because I was outside the ring a lot longer than I was inside of it dealing with Cannon and Carmine, because if there’s one thing that’s obvious to me now it’s that you can’t change anything when you’re laid out under a pile of chairs near the bleachers.
That was bad enough, knowing full well that the only way to stop the pair of them was to give them the ol’ baren avek by tossing them over the ropes to the floor yet I wasn’t anywhere near the ring to do just that, but then to see them muddle their way to victory was something else – not least because what happened when the match came down to just Cannon vs Carmine underlined what is wrong with their mentality, because after all the beatdowns it came down to deciding who should be first in line for the title. So what did they decide? Simple answer is they didn’t, they had no idea what they were going to do now that there was nobody left to jump from behind and act as if they’re manly men at the height of their manliness when they do it, and that’s the moment the New Kings looked like a pair of stooges…no, wait, there were three of those, so that means they turned into Abbott and Costello – just nowhere near as entertaining.
Karma pauses for a second and absent-mindedly looks at his arm, one of the many places that has picked up its fair share of welts in recent weeks thanks to the various beatdowns he’s been on the receiving end of
If that wasn’t a kick in the beytsim, having to sit and watch the pair of them, as well as the organ grinder’s monkey that is known as Quinn Goodrich, stand in the ring and gloat as if they had achieved something spectacular, rather than blunder their way to success in spite of their lack of any actual plan – which is commonly known as pulling a Zack Snyder.
So that’s it. FWA is doomed. Could the last person to leave the arena turn off the lights and leave a note for the milkman, because there’s nothing worse than a pile of milk bottles with contents rapidly turning into cheese stinking out the neighbourhood.
At first Karma pauses at the thought of FWA circling the drain, but after a moment he shakes his head and raises a finger in defiance
Or maybe we should ignore the writing on the wall, not least because the writing is in crayon.
If those two can’t work out a plan to win a Gold Rush Rumble when they’re the only two in the ring, having them try and work out a way to win the FWA Championship in a triple threat is going to see just how regal the New Kings aren’t, because it will be their turn to ignore the bigger picture in favour of posting selfies of themselves with the belt to social media, so what allowed them to win the GRR is what is going to cause them more problems than they dare think of when they get to where they’re going.
More than anything else, though, giving up just because of who is on top is not a sound decision, not when there’s plenty of matches worth watching before you can decide to beat the traffic as soon as you hear The Word of Jimi being decimated, desecrated and completely obliterated…
Karma looks over to Cherry with a look of disgust on his face, gesturing towards a bottle of water
What is it J-K?
I think I may have quoted Quinn Goodrich, so I should wash my mouth out.
Without further ado, Cherry hands over a bottle of water, which Karma uses to rinse out his mouth before he leans off camera and spits the contents of his mouth into a well-placed bucket before he continues
For example, there’s more than one belt in this company, which means there’s more than one title match – and this is why I have offered Fujiko Mine a chance at the Pride Championship, because it is my duty as a wrestler to make sure the talking point of the show isn’t the impending debacle that will end the show, and instead to have a match that will steal it from under the noses of those who don’t deserve to be the last thing the fans will see. It will be fitting, too, given I not only defeated Carmine to hold the Pride Championship but also turned away his attempt to regain the belt in his rematch, so when he realises what he thought would be his crowning moment is not what is being talked about, while the title he lost so utterly is exactly what people will remember, it will eat him up inside and he’ll suddenly understand what a beatdown from him and his chums felt like.
On the subject of those beatdowns, while I don’t want to speak for my opponent too much, there’s no denying that Mark Storm knows full well what it feels like to get jumped from behind and get beaten on by the New Kings as they prove what tough guys they are, after all it happened to him a few weeks back after he, Molly Reid and Nero Darling put a spanner in the works of what they were hoping would be the first dominant victory of many, many, many to come – and it’s just as true to say he’s not a fan, given he was one of those who appeared to run them off when Carmine was getting annoyed at how I proved once again how I am the better man while he is yet to hit puberty from a psychological standpoint.
There is one thing that gets me, though: how is it the two of us have been pitted against each other? Two people with a mutual interest in reminding the New Kings what happened to the relatively new king Louis XVI and…well, things didn’t work out too well for him, so somebody better tell Quinn Goodrich to stop suggesting people eat cake.
So the two of us have a common enemy, the two of us both have reasons to feel disappointed by what went down in the GRR, and both of us are looking to say that while Carmine and Cannon may be trying to get their fingerprints all over everything FWA, we’re refusing to let that happen and are looking to show that things may look gloomy in one place, but this isn’t Mistake Island and the gloom isn’t covering everything. So rather than turning up at the arena, getting into my ring gear and hanging around long enough to get jumped from behind yet again, instead the plan is to turn up at the arena, get into my ring gear, have one heck of a match and dare the pair of them to try and pull something, because while they may feel invincible right now the tide is not going their way as much as they think.
So here’s the point: on the one hand you have me proving once again that no matter how much I get punched, kicked, stomped, tossed around like a ragdoll and everything else, that is not going to keep me down because I am going to defy the will of Cannon and Carmine because I swore to myself that I was going to prove that you don’t need to be a parasite to reach the top, on the other hand you have Mark Storm who is busting his tuches to make a name for himself in FWA, and what we are going to do is combine what we can do to do something simple: have a match that people want to talk about when it’s done. It’s so simple, yet somehow this concept seems alien to far too many people. It’s called resistance, people, look it up.
Taking a moment to have another sip of water, this time refraining from spitting it in a nearby bucket
So I hope, you have no idea how much I hope, that’s exactly what Mark Storm has on his mind: the desire to leave everything wrong with FWA in the trash where it belongs, and remind everyone what is right – because as bad as things might look, there’s still those glimpses of the light that aren’t so difficult to find, and the light is what is what is most important right now. I think that alone is worth a click of the "like" and "subscribe" buttons below this video if you agree.
Karma winks to camera as he finishes, as Cherry wraps things up
Well with that being said, there's not much else that needs to be said except thanking each and every one of you lovely people for watching, especially if you hit that upward-pointing thumb down there, but for the time being that's all we have until the next edition of Karmic TV, so we'll see you next time. Bye!
