Post by goldeneagle on Jun 14, 2008 17:29:09 GMT -5
**OOC Message: Good luck at Exodus Sage! Let's give 'em one helluva show!** ;D
*It is a warm Thursday afternoon in downtown Houston, TX, but that doesn’t stop Jack Gaither and Samantha from going to Minute Maid Park to watch the Astros play against the Milwaukee Brewers in a day game.*
Wow…what a crappy game that was! No wonder why the Astros aren’t doing very well this year.
SAM: It’s OK; at least you root for that other team in Texas, right?
Right! Listen, do you want to go do some shopping?
Sure! Where are we going exactly?
I figured we’d go to the 7th largest shopping mall in the country—the Houston Galleria.
*Jack and Sam hop into their rental SUV and head down I-10 towards the Houston Galleria. Once inside, they browse through a few upscale stores before going to the ice rink to try their luck at skating; after about thirty minutes, Jack and Sam have dinner at the mall’s food court. Some fans instantly recognize Jack and ask to sit at their table.*
FAN #1: HEY! I can’t believe it; are you really “’The’ Golden Eagle?”
Yep, it’s me! Go ahead and pull up a chair if you’d like to sit down.
*The fan and his friend pull up chairs at Jack’s table.*
I’m Sam; I must assume that you guys are big fans of ours.
Yes indeed, but I still can’t believe you’re really HERE!?!
Well, we’re here for Exodus on Sunday.
ROBERT: I’m Robert, and here with me tonight is Daniel.
Nice to meet you guys, or should I say that it’s good to see some fellow “Golden Eagles” around town!
DANIEL: HAHA! Yeah, that’s right. A lot of my fellow classmates are big-time “Golden Eagles."
Where do you guys go to school at?
U of H baby! GO COUGS!!
HEY! I used to play football over there for former coach Mr. Tom Reilly.
We saw your number six getting retired a while ago man; that was so freakin’ awesome! Well unfortunately, my brother Willy happens to be a Sage Christensen fan.
Oh really?
Yeah, Willy’s a bit of a jerk-off anyway.
*Suddenly, Willy—who closely resembles the current AWG World Champion—appears and stands behind Robert and Daniel.*
WILLY: Well, if it isn’t the anti-success story himself. I’m going to have myself a ball and get laid while watching Sage kick your ass all over Houston!
Yeah right, buddy.
You’re full of crap man.
Oh really?
Yeah man. Sage is gonna manhandle your ass and put you down for the count!
Oh is that so?
Uh-huh; conventional wisdom says that you won’t win this match. Trust me on that one.
How much are you willing to bet on that one?
Ummm…let’s see, I’ve got some serious dough on me.
*Willy pulls out his wallet—and five crisp $100 bills.*
I’ll bet you five hundred dollars that I’ll kick your ass in a game of air hockey.
You’re gonna bet my boyfriend five hundred dollars that you’ll kick his ass in a game of air hockey?
That’s right, Miss—
Her name is Sam, you dumbass!
*Jack and Sam look at each other, then Jack digs into his wallet and pulls out five $100 bills of his own.*
You’re on dude!
*Jack, Sam, Robert, Daniel, and Willy go over to the mall’s video arcade, where they manage to find an empty air hockey table. Sam takes care of the quarters, and the game starts up with Jack and Willy facing each other at opposite ends of the table.*
Let me see what you got son!
*The very first time Jack touches the puck, he scores a goal. From that moment on, it becomes a one-sided rout. Final score: Jack—8, Willy—1. During the game, a crowd manages to gather around the table, and they root for Jack to win; when the final goal is scored, the crowd cheers.*
Oh Willy, you just got owned by the real “Golden Eagle!”
Oh Willy, I think you owe my boyfriend some moolah; now pay up!
*A dejected Willy hands Jack the five $100 bills, then shamefully walks out of the arcade.*
Jack, you just beat the number-one air hockey player in Houston!
WOW! Well, like I always say: conventional wisdom, my ass! I was honored to knock Willy down a couple of notches, but come Sunday at Exodus, Sage Christensen is gonna realize that he won’t be able to match my heart and iron will.
HELL YEAH! You’re walking out H-Town as the new AWG World Heavyweight Champion!
When you beat Sage, ol’ Willy will be bawling his ass off because his man lost. Here’s another thing about him: that $500 bet he put down on you losing a simple game is just small potatoes. I heard a rumor that he put up a $500,000 wager against some guy from the Japanese Yakuza in hopes that Sage is going to win. If Sage loses, Willy’s gonna have to pay up; otherwise he loses his balls—literally!
Wow, even the yakuza roots for me too. Well, I put an 8-count on Willy, and I sure as hell will put Mr. Christensen down for the almighty 10-count! His kindness for me will be his epic undoing!
*It is a hot Saturday morning in Houston, but Jack and Samantha are inside the Toyota Center’s Media Center to answer questions about the upcoming match with Sage Christensen.*
REPORTER #1: Jack, how does it feel to be in a big main event for the first time in your career?
It feels really wonderful right now, but I have to say that if it wasn’t for the fans, I would not even be around here right now.
REPORTER #2: Samantha, this one’s for you. Who has influenced you the most while managing Jack’s career and keeping the relationship between you and him intact?
Well, I have to say that Katherine was the big influence on his life and mine as well. I met Katherine one time, but she was just so classy and full of dignity outside the ring as she truly was inside the ring. Katherine told me to always respect a legacy, and that’s how I’ve gotten to respect Jack ever since her death; right now, she’s looking down from heaven with a big smile on her face, because she was the one responsible for helping Jack get to this point in his life. Katherine was my idol, and I truly wish she was here just to see her loved one succeed and win this match.
REPORTER #3: Jack, what does conventional wisdom say in regards to your upcoming match against Sage Christensen?
Conventional what?
*The reporters bust out laughing.*
Conventional wisdom is going to take a back seat once I win this match tomorrow night—and that is a 100% pure Gaither Guarantee!
Upsets in sports and politics happen on a somewhat frequent basis. Most people don’t understand the general assumption that upsets do, and will, happen at least once every year. Ever since the beginning of time, there has always been a person or entity who defies conventional wisdom despite the odds being stacked. How does one define the concepts of the upset and conventional wisdom?
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Upset is a term used when referring to a competition, frequently in electoral politics or sports. When an upset occurs, the party popularly expected to win (the favorite) is defeated by an underdog the majority expects to lose, defying the conventional wisdom. Conventional wisdom is a term used to describe ideas or explanations that are generally accepted as true by the public or by experts in a field. The term implies that the ideas or explanations, though widely held, are unexamined and, hence, may be reevaluated upon further examination or as events unfold. Conventional wisdom is not necessarily true. Many urban legends, for example, are accepted on the basis of being "conventional wisdom.” Conventional wisdom is also often seen as an obstacle to introducing new theories, explanations, and so as an obstacle that must be overcome by such revisionism. This is to say, that despite new information to the contrary, conventional wisdom has a property analogous to inertia that opposes the introduction of contrary belief; sometimes to the point of absurd denial of the new information set by persons strongly holding an outdated (conventional wisdom) view. This inertia is due to conventional wisdom being made of ideas that are convenient, appealing and deeply assumed by the public, who hangs on to them even as they grow outdated. The unavoidable outcome is these ideas will eventually not match reality at all, so conventional wisdom will be violently shaken until it doesn't conflict reality so blatantly.
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So, what does conventional wisdom have to do with my upcoming last man standing match against Sage Christensen for AWG’s biggest stake? Well, conventional wisdom dictates that Sage will win the belt—mostly because he’s got a spotless 9-0 record. Conventional wisdom says that Sage will win the match because toughness wins over heart. Well, it’s time for me prove those naysayers wrong—once and for all. When Exodus is all set in stone, I WILL become the holder of the most prestigious stake in all of pro wrestling—the AWG World Heavyweight Title.
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Upset is a term used when referring to a competition, frequently in electoral politics or sports. When an upset occurs, the party popularly expected to win (the favorite) is defeated by an underdog the majority expects to lose, defying the conventional wisdom. Conventional wisdom is a term used to describe ideas or explanations that are generally accepted as true by the public or by experts in a field. The term implies that the ideas or explanations, though widely held, are unexamined and, hence, may be reevaluated upon further examination or as events unfold. Conventional wisdom is not necessarily true. Many urban legends, for example, are accepted on the basis of being "conventional wisdom.” Conventional wisdom is also often seen as an obstacle to introducing new theories, explanations, and so as an obstacle that must be overcome by such revisionism. This is to say, that despite new information to the contrary, conventional wisdom has a property analogous to inertia that opposes the introduction of contrary belief; sometimes to the point of absurd denial of the new information set by persons strongly holding an outdated (conventional wisdom) view. This inertia is due to conventional wisdom being made of ideas that are convenient, appealing and deeply assumed by the public, who hangs on to them even as they grow outdated. The unavoidable outcome is these ideas will eventually not match reality at all, so conventional wisdom will be violently shaken until it doesn't conflict reality so blatantly.
***
So, what does conventional wisdom have to do with my upcoming last man standing match against Sage Christensen for AWG’s biggest stake? Well, conventional wisdom dictates that Sage will win the belt—mostly because he’s got a spotless 9-0 record. Conventional wisdom says that Sage will win the match because toughness wins over heart. Well, it’s time for me prove those naysayers wrong—once and for all. When Exodus is all set in stone, I WILL become the holder of the most prestigious stake in all of pro wrestling—the AWG World Heavyweight Title.
***
*It is a warm Thursday afternoon in downtown Houston, TX, but that doesn’t stop Jack Gaither and Samantha from going to Minute Maid Park to watch the Astros play against the Milwaukee Brewers in a day game.*
Wow…what a crappy game that was! No wonder why the Astros aren’t doing very well this year.
SAM: It’s OK; at least you root for that other team in Texas, right?
Right! Listen, do you want to go do some shopping?
Sure! Where are we going exactly?
I figured we’d go to the 7th largest shopping mall in the country—the Houston Galleria.
*Jack and Sam hop into their rental SUV and head down I-10 towards the Houston Galleria. Once inside, they browse through a few upscale stores before going to the ice rink to try their luck at skating; after about thirty minutes, Jack and Sam have dinner at the mall’s food court. Some fans instantly recognize Jack and ask to sit at their table.*
FAN #1: HEY! I can’t believe it; are you really “’The’ Golden Eagle?”
Yep, it’s me! Go ahead and pull up a chair if you’d like to sit down.
*The fan and his friend pull up chairs at Jack’s table.*
I’m Sam; I must assume that you guys are big fans of ours.
Yes indeed, but I still can’t believe you’re really HERE!?!
Well, we’re here for Exodus on Sunday.
ROBERT: I’m Robert, and here with me tonight is Daniel.
Nice to meet you guys, or should I say that it’s good to see some fellow “Golden Eagles” around town!
DANIEL: HAHA! Yeah, that’s right. A lot of my fellow classmates are big-time “Golden Eagles."
Where do you guys go to school at?
U of H baby! GO COUGS!!
HEY! I used to play football over there for former coach Mr. Tom Reilly.
We saw your number six getting retired a while ago man; that was so freakin’ awesome! Well unfortunately, my brother Willy happens to be a Sage Christensen fan.
Oh really?
Yeah, Willy’s a bit of a jerk-off anyway.
*Suddenly, Willy—who closely resembles the current AWG World Champion—appears and stands behind Robert and Daniel.*
WILLY: Well, if it isn’t the anti-success story himself. I’m going to have myself a ball and get laid while watching Sage kick your ass all over Houston!
Yeah right, buddy.
You’re full of crap man.
Oh really?
Yeah man. Sage is gonna manhandle your ass and put you down for the count!
Oh is that so?
Uh-huh; conventional wisdom says that you won’t win this match. Trust me on that one.
How much are you willing to bet on that one?
Ummm…let’s see, I’ve got some serious dough on me.
*Willy pulls out his wallet—and five crisp $100 bills.*
I’ll bet you five hundred dollars that I’ll kick your ass in a game of air hockey.
You’re gonna bet my boyfriend five hundred dollars that you’ll kick his ass in a game of air hockey?
That’s right, Miss—
Her name is Sam, you dumbass!
*Jack and Sam look at each other, then Jack digs into his wallet and pulls out five $100 bills of his own.*
You’re on dude!
*Jack, Sam, Robert, Daniel, and Willy go over to the mall’s video arcade, where they manage to find an empty air hockey table. Sam takes care of the quarters, and the game starts up with Jack and Willy facing each other at opposite ends of the table.*
Let me see what you got son!
*The very first time Jack touches the puck, he scores a goal. From that moment on, it becomes a one-sided rout. Final score: Jack—8, Willy—1. During the game, a crowd manages to gather around the table, and they root for Jack to win; when the final goal is scored, the crowd cheers.*
Oh Willy, you just got owned by the real “Golden Eagle!”
Oh Willy, I think you owe my boyfriend some moolah; now pay up!
*A dejected Willy hands Jack the five $100 bills, then shamefully walks out of the arcade.*
Jack, you just beat the number-one air hockey player in Houston!
WOW! Well, like I always say: conventional wisdom, my ass! I was honored to knock Willy down a couple of notches, but come Sunday at Exodus, Sage Christensen is gonna realize that he won’t be able to match my heart and iron will.
HELL YEAH! You’re walking out H-Town as the new AWG World Heavyweight Champion!
When you beat Sage, ol’ Willy will be bawling his ass off because his man lost. Here’s another thing about him: that $500 bet he put down on you losing a simple game is just small potatoes. I heard a rumor that he put up a $500,000 wager against some guy from the Japanese Yakuza in hopes that Sage is going to win. If Sage loses, Willy’s gonna have to pay up; otherwise he loses his balls—literally!
Wow, even the yakuza roots for me too. Well, I put an 8-count on Willy, and I sure as hell will put Mr. Christensen down for the almighty 10-count! His kindness for me will be his epic undoing!
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(TWO DAYS LATER…)
(TWO DAYS LATER…)
*It is a hot Saturday morning in Houston, but Jack and Samantha are inside the Toyota Center’s Media Center to answer questions about the upcoming match with Sage Christensen.*
REPORTER #1: Jack, how does it feel to be in a big main event for the first time in your career?
It feels really wonderful right now, but I have to say that if it wasn’t for the fans, I would not even be around here right now.
REPORTER #2: Samantha, this one’s for you. Who has influenced you the most while managing Jack’s career and keeping the relationship between you and him intact?
Well, I have to say that Katherine was the big influence on his life and mine as well. I met Katherine one time, but she was just so classy and full of dignity outside the ring as she truly was inside the ring. Katherine told me to always respect a legacy, and that’s how I’ve gotten to respect Jack ever since her death; right now, she’s looking down from heaven with a big smile on her face, because she was the one responsible for helping Jack get to this point in his life. Katherine was my idol, and I truly wish she was here just to see her loved one succeed and win this match.
REPORTER #3: Jack, what does conventional wisdom say in regards to your upcoming match against Sage Christensen?
Conventional what?
*The reporters bust out laughing.*
Conventional wisdom is going to take a back seat once I win this match tomorrow night—and that is a 100% pure Gaither Guarantee!
***
Well, what happened to the almighty conventional wisdom? It went down the toilet, and it did so without the aid of a plunger. It’s going to take a helluva lot of courage and strength to defeat a man such as Sage Christensen. Unfortunately for Mr. Christensen, I’ve demonstrated that courage and inner strength since December 2, 2007—the night AWG was born.
Conventional wisdom simply dictates that I don’t have what it takes to win this last man standing match. Well, conventional wisdom can go shove a Plinko stick up its ass, because I will—I WILL—put Sage Christensen down for the ten-count and become the newest holder of AWG’s biggest prize. The butterflies are in my stomach, the intensity of what I’m about to overcome is fast approaching, and the emotions will be running at an all-time high. Sage Christensen, prepare thyself for what you’re about to experience, because I’m going to go places in which I’ve never been before. It’s time for me to take my game to the next level, and Sage, if you ever want to beat me, then you must be ready and willing to stand in front of me and get beaten yourself. Sage Christensen, it’s not about how hard you can hit, it’s about how hard you can GET hit and keep moving forward; you might have a perfect singles record, but sooner or later, you’re gonna have to take the hits and just move on! That’s how REAL WINNING is accomplished!
At Exodus, I will show you my brand of conventional wisdom—and pull off the biggest upset in the history of this great organization. You will no longer hold a spotless singles record when I put you down for the 10-count and win AWG’s biggest prize; like the mighty New York Football Giants before me, when Sunday rolls around, conventional wisdom will die…and so will your reign as AWG World Heavyweight Champion. To quote a legend in the classic rock genre: “I’ve paid my dues, time after time; I’ve done my sentence, but committed no crime. And bad mistakes, I’ve made a few. I’ve had my share of sand kicked into my face…
…but I’ll come through.” Oh yeah, I WILL come through—and become the new AWG World Heavyweight Champion. Trust me!
Well, what happened to the almighty conventional wisdom? It went down the toilet, and it did so without the aid of a plunger. It’s going to take a helluva lot of courage and strength to defeat a man such as Sage Christensen. Unfortunately for Mr. Christensen, I’ve demonstrated that courage and inner strength since December 2, 2007—the night AWG was born.
Conventional wisdom simply dictates that I don’t have what it takes to win this last man standing match. Well, conventional wisdom can go shove a Plinko stick up its ass, because I will—I WILL—put Sage Christensen down for the ten-count and become the newest holder of AWG’s biggest prize. The butterflies are in my stomach, the intensity of what I’m about to overcome is fast approaching, and the emotions will be running at an all-time high. Sage Christensen, prepare thyself for what you’re about to experience, because I’m going to go places in which I’ve never been before. It’s time for me to take my game to the next level, and Sage, if you ever want to beat me, then you must be ready and willing to stand in front of me and get beaten yourself. Sage Christensen, it’s not about how hard you can hit, it’s about how hard you can GET hit and keep moving forward; you might have a perfect singles record, but sooner or later, you’re gonna have to take the hits and just move on! That’s how REAL WINNING is accomplished!
At Exodus, I will show you my brand of conventional wisdom—and pull off the biggest upset in the history of this great organization. You will no longer hold a spotless singles record when I put you down for the 10-count and win AWG’s biggest prize; like the mighty New York Football Giants before me, when Sunday rolls around, conventional wisdom will die…and so will your reign as AWG World Heavyweight Champion. To quote a legend in the classic rock genre: “I’ve paid my dues, time after time; I’ve done my sentence, but committed no crime. And bad mistakes, I’ve made a few. I’ve had my share of sand kicked into my face…
…but I’ll come through.” Oh yeah, I WILL come through—and become the new AWG World Heavyweight Champion. Trust me!