Two weeks after hinting at an extended hiatus, the former Pride Champion returns to FGA.
The following is video from this past Saturday's Vertigo taping:
(As the match between Salem Cartier and Maurice Graham is already being written into the record books, we cut to the backstage area of the Westchester County Center and see Johnny Karma is sitting on a back-to-front chair wearing his street clothes, his elbows resting on the chair's back, and his chin resting on the back of his hands)
Johnny Karma: I know I said that I was taking a break, but ever since I walked out of Poughkeepsie because I needed a little time to get my head straight, I found that I couldn't - because at the back of my mind there was the voice of some momzer pretending that I didn't take him to the limit at Above & Beyond, and about two minutes later some khalev nobody logged off of Twitter for two minutes to actually converse with a member of the human race for a change and they said...actually, I don't know what they said, as I have no interest in anything that comes out of their mouth, keyboard, or any other hole where words that could be construed as a sentence regularly come out of. And then I got thinking about the chaos I saw backstage at A&B - various members of the roster banged up beyond repair, Sean Sands blacking out with a concussion, Cordy Stevenson being rushed to the emergency room...and all because, right now, it seems that the only way to get ahead in FWA is to be the worst person alive. Let's look at that particular rogue's gallery, shall we? Up top is a guy who got a shot at the FWA Championship by kvetching for one but somehow thinks he can say who has and hasn't earned a shot at him, we've got somebody who has decided the best way to reclaim his spot in the main event is to sneak attack anyone who could stop him getting there and dump them on the injured list, then there's the equivalent of somebody taking a pishekhts on the whole concept of the Frontier Lion's Cup let alone its lineage...quite frankly they're making Jimmy Page or Dom Harter look almost cuddly in comparison, and it's not like either of those two belong anywhere outside of the nearest zoo's ape enclosure.
(The mere thought of that causes Karma to look genuinely exasperated at what's happening in his beloved company)
Johnny Karma: So on paper, if I want to scale the heights, apparently I need to be the guy who cheers when Bambi's mom dies, or agrees with Donald Trump, or pays some of their own money on Katy Perry's so-called music. You know, be the worst that you can be.
(Before he's even finished his sentence to contemplate that idea, Karma shakes his head)
Johnny Karma: Or I could do what I've always done, and that's do my own thing. I've done my own thing since Day One, and I've challenged for the FWA Championship, I've won the Pride Championship, I've done more for the Gold Rush Rumble than dozens of people who've been tossed out of the ring and landed in obscurity, and I've stolen so many shows I lost count back in the spring of last year. The problem is that being the better wrestler doesn't seem to get results around here, and judging by the apathy I got after my match, it doesn't seem to get you much respect either. So with that being said, from this point on I have decided that not only am I going to be a better wrestler than anybody on this roster, it's time for me to try and be a better person.
(Karma holds up a finger, realising he has an additional point to make)
Johnny Karma: I know that doesn't exactly sound like much of a challenge, given people can't seem to debut or return to FWA without smashing bottles over people's heads or setting fire to the ring canvas or, worst of all, desecrating the music of Saint Jimi of Hendrix, but if the options are to follow that herd and succeed the easy way or go against each and every one of them and do things the hard way, it's amazing how easy it is to choose the hard way.
