Post by Sage Christensen on Jun 14, 2008 21:59:17 GMT -5
At Exodus, Jack Gaither has the opportunity of a life time...
...Unfortunately that opportunity is going to breed the disappointment of a life time.
For the Golden Eagle, Exodus is going to be a reality check of the harshest degree. While you may sit there and view your underdog status as a motivational tool, don't be fooled into thinking it makes you any more than hopeless. You see Jack I chose you for one simple reason, you have no chance. All those people that chant both of our names each and every night are undoubtedly going to lean towards your side, and why wouldn't they, it's the greatest feel good story ever imagined, but when the dust settles ever thoughtless notion of you over-coming the odds will be buried so far down we may never even see you in an AWG ring again. For every miraculous possibility you've come up with in your mind, every small detail you envision altering the course of the match there is a simple and resounding counter-point...you're no damn good. There's a reason I'm constantly in the main event and you're lucky you're even allowed in the locker room. I hold this title because I'm the best the AWG has to offer and make no mistake...
...heart has nothing to do with it.
Wanting something more than the other person means absolutely nothing in this business. I'll tell you right now this title means more to you than it ever will to me, it meant more to Jace Diggs, and it sure as hell meant more to everyone that entered that tournament. A win at Exodus will define your career, but I could never hold a title the rest of my life and go down as one of the greatest of all time. That's the problem with you Jack, not just you but everyone really, you look at these stupid pieces of leather and gold to define who you are instead of letting your abilities speak for themselves. Then again I suppose in your case you might NEED this title because your abilities barely whisper. Keep in mind the trip to Iraq, when Jack Gaither finally got a chance in the spotlight, it was only because you used my coat-tails as a magic carpet.
And even that couldn't keep you on top.
The universe tends to balance itself out, and no matter how big your dreams are they still just cant stand up under the weight of talent. Dreams are not always what they appear to be. Throughout our entire lives, we are told to follow our dreams, either that or we're told to do what's practical. Why follow your dreams, if someone tells you that it's not a wealthy investment? Should we follow our dreams if it could mean our own demise? Or should we go with our back-up plan, fully knowing that it may be much safer than our original choice? One thing that we can be sure of is that there is no guarantee in a dream. There are no guarantees that your dream will come true or it will become a nightmare of epic proportions. So, why dream in the first place? Why is it so appealing for human beings to constantly dream, only to be crushed in the end? Should we listen to statistics and crush our own dreams ourselves? Pro Athletes are told that the chances of making the "show" are few and far between. Rock star career? Not very likely in the eyes of most. Starring on Broadway? “Not a chance,” says your biggest critics. Beating Sage Christensen in a last man standing match? Can and never will happen. Much like rules, dreams are made to be broken.
Rules, Dreams, and your spirit...
How long can you keep this up Gaither? Shaking off each loss, acting like trying your best is anywhere near sufficient enough, and believing that if you hope and dream long and hard someday you will magically improve. It's all so damn pathetic. There is nothing acceptable about being a perennial loser. Just remember that the root of believe is lie, and the more you tell yourself you have a chance the more you're betraying your own trust. You're underdog status, your feel-good story, it's all make-believe, you've convinced yourself of something so blatantly untrue I can't even fathom how you sleep at night.
Then again, maybe the Golden Eagle isn't so squeaky clean after-all...
Having you're wife and unborn child die in a car wreck, that's brutal, but having a new woman by your side a week later, that's just inhuman. You see, the driving force of your little inspirational charade doesn't even seem to mean much to you. Everybody wants to go out there and see you win this one for Katherine, but I wouldn't be in the least surprised if you had completely forgotten. In fact, you've changed quite a bit since that little accident. You went from the all american stand up guy to a bar frequenting shell of a man. If you had a limitless supply of talent, a mind far more wise than is comprehensible, and the AWG world title, you could almost be confused for me.
And thats just another of the many reasons why you won't win...
While it doesn't appear that way, deep down I'm sure you have some small attachment to your former wife. You sit there assuming that the opportunity I'm giving you has something to do with compassion, and that is just simply not true. I will, without the slightest hesitation, beat you from corner to corner and within an inch of your life, and I'll do it with a smile on my face. I have no compassion, no attachment to anything, and that gives me an intensity you couldn't even imagine. If you walk out there tomorrow night with even the slightest thought of Katherine in your head, you've already lost.
Then again even if you don't, you've already lost anyways...
I'll tell you the same thing I've had to beat into the skull of everyone else around here. No matter what edge you think you've had, and trust me I've heard all of them by now, in the end you simply cannot beat me. You couldn't put me down for three, hell you couldn't even put me down for one let alone ten. This match caters to everything I stand for, and absolute and violent ending, while attacking your biggest weakness, namely, you just don't stack up to the competition. I've not only challenged you to accomplish one impossible feat, but two in the same night. You don't just have to beat me, you have to knock me out and I guarantee you and everyone else that there isn't a single man alive that could render me unconscious.
Especially you...
It would almost seem as if you are losing your mind Jack. Over the course of the last week you have gotten more illogical by the minute. At first it was the asinine thought that you might actually win, then it was going so far as to say I'm scared of you, now you wanna go and try to tech me a lesson in winning? For mercy's sake Jack just keep your mouth closed, accept the more than generous offer I have granted you and take your beating of a lifetime.
I'd say you'll leave enlightened, but by your track record so far it looks like sense can't be beat into you...
The scene opens up in an empty Toyota Center where Sage and Shelly are sitting in silence, just taking in the vastness of the arena. Sage is dressed in his usual all black and Shelly appears to be a bit cold in her short dress.
Shelly: Can we go already Sage?
Sage Christensen: Not yet, I'm thinking.
Shelly: About what? You have quite possibly the easiest match of your career coming up, not only is you opponent a push over, but you have free reign to do whatever you want to him. Hell if you wanted to you could pick him up after 9 just to beat him up some more.
Sage Christensen: I could, but I wouldn't dare. Someone like Knuckles or Phoenix, any day of the week, but lack of talent aside Jack Gaither is one of the few decent people left in this business.
Shelly: Either way, you still should have just taken the night off. You just got done running the gauntlet of who's who in the AWG, what else do you have to prove?
Sage Christensen: Nothing at all, in fact, I've never had to prove anything, people have seen me and just understood. Beating Jack Gaither won't make me more legitimate in the slightest.
Shelly: Then why do it? Why fight him.
Sage Christensen: Because they need to be enlightened, all of them.
Shelly: All of who?
Sage Christensen: Everyone. You saw my match against Pierce Cavanaugh, these people pulled for him not because he's in any way a better individual than me, but because he was the underdog. They loved me until I won the title, but this is the flaw in being king of the hill, ultimately you're the first one the villagers go after. The sheer fact that I am the closest thing to unbeatable there is has them wanting to see me fail. It's human nature to get tired of the status quo, and the time has come that they want my blood.
Shelly: So, keep them wanting. We all know that Gaither doesn't stand a chance. You could very well go undefeated until you retire, and there isn't a thing the fans can do about it.
Sage Christensen: And that's the point of the match. They will continue to to root for the underdog, but with a story as great as the Golden Eagle's, after I end his dreams they won't have a choice but to accept that talent beats heart.
Shelly: You gotta feel for the guy though, I mean I can't imagine what he's been through.
Sage Christensen: We all have stories, we all face trials, just because his was highly publicized doesn't mean he's any better than the rest of us.
Shelly looks over at Sage who is now staring at the ground.
Shelly: And what's your story Sage? How did you get to be so turned off to mankind? You know for as long as I've known you you've never said a word about where you came from.
Sage Christensen: Let's just say you couldn't imagine that either.
Shelly: As smart as you are, I would have expected you to deal with whatever it was a little better. I mean, bottling everything up and keeping it inside, it can't be healthy.
Sage Christensen: I have dealt with my past the best way possible. I don't bottle anything down, as a matter of fact I break things down and resolve them instantly. I gave up emotions because ultimately they do nothing but hold you back.
Shelly: I swear sometimes you've gone crazy.
Sage Christensen: In the world I come from, the only thing a sane man can do to deal with it all IS go mad.
Sage looks up with a twisted look in his eye.
Sage Christensen: And Gaither has no idea about the depths of my madness.
All of a sudden a door can be heard opening and closing up the aisle. There is the sound of faint footsteps, and they get louder as a man in a suit walks down the stairs towards them.
Sage Christensen: Not another one of these guys, Shelly, take care of it, I don't care what he has to say.
The man finally reaches the two and Shelly gets up to intercept.
Shelly: Sorry man, I don't know what your business proposition is, or who you represent, or even if you just want an autograph, the champ doesn't want to be bothered right now.
Strange Man: Trust me, he wants to hear what I have to say.
Shelly: I doubt it, but I guess we won't find out anyways.
The man raises his voice a little.
Strange Man: Look little missy, I...
*choking noises*
In a blink of an eye Sage is on his feet with a hand wrapped around the man's throat.
Sage Christensen: I hope whoever you work for has some good health benefits.
The man is still choking but he is barely able to sputter out a name.
Strange man:...cough...cough...Kris White...cough...cough
Sage immediately lets go of the man and the expression on his face has instantly gone blank. The man takes a moment to readjust his tie and jacket.
Strange Man: That's right, like I said, you definitely want to hear what I have to say. You see Sage, you aren't as separated from your past as you'd like to believe.
Sage Christensen: Kris White is dead.
Strange Man: Is he? You never saw him die, you never saw him at all, and you of all people should know that the absence of proof isn't evidence that something doesn't exist.
Sage Christensen: I don't know who you are or what you're doing here but you have about ten seconds to explain yourself before I finish choking the life out of you.
Strange Man: I know you got our little gift a few weeks ago, and that alone should be enough to at least peek your interest. Mr, White did you a huge favor a long time ago, you used his generosity to your advantage then cast him aside. Let me assure you that he is closer than you could ever imagine to paying you back for your betrayal. Believe it or not, he's already in the AWG, and when the time is right, he will rectify everything.
Sage grabs the man by the throat again.
Sage Christensen: Listen up, as far as I know Kris White is dead, and even if he isn't, there isn't a single thing he could do to me now. You go back and tell him, if he does exist, that I don't owe him a damn thing and if he has a problem with me he can tell me to my face.
Sage releases the man who grabs his throat for a moment before standing up again with a scared look on his face. He opens his mouth but Shelly interrupts.
Shelly: I wouldn't say anything, in fact if you don't want your head kicked off your shoulders I'd suggest you get out of here with as much haste as possible.
The man turns and begins to walk up the stairs but shouts back one lat thing when he's far enough away
Strange Man: Your times running out Sage, and when he's ready to make his move you'd be far better off to be on his side than against him.
The door can be heard opening and closing again as Sage just stands there with a blank look on his face. The scene fades out as Shelly puts a hand on his back.
If there's one thing Jack Gaither knows better than anyone else, it's that opportunities like this rarely present themselves...
It took me quite some time to get a shot at the AWG World Title only because I didn't want it. For Gaither, he has been given chance after chance to prove himself worthy of these opportunities only to show that he doesn't even belong in the AWG ring. The only reason I can even think of that his contract hasn't been pulled yet is because the fans seem to like him, which just goes to show, merchandising is still in control of everything.
But you winning the title, that's something I just can't buy...
I'm about to reveal the truth behind your stigma as the underdog. For all the sympathy you elicit week in and week out you don't have me fooled in the slightest, you're not an underdog, not at all. You see Jack, an underdog has the ability, they just haven't unleashed it yet. You are something different altogether, you are quite simply a loser. Look back throughout history, the underdog is the lesser of the two but still better than the rest, he has proven his right to be given a chance, you on the other hand were handed this opportunity solely for the reason to fail at it. You don't belong in that ring with me, you don't belong in that ring at all. You are so detached from reality you can't even grasp what has been obvious all along...
...that even if you did somehow defy the very laws of the universe themselves at Exodus, you would still be a loser...
Funny thing about overcoming the odds for the very first time Jack, even if you do you have to maintain that. Lets get this straight, you won't, you CAN'T, beat me, but even if you did, you would lose that belt in a heartbeat and go right back to the under-card where you belong. There's two kinds of people in this world Gaither, successful people like me, and people like you that are only here to make us look stronger. In fact, you're a class to yourself, you make the people that make others look stronger, look stronger. Your story, as hart-touching as it might sound, is nothing more than a facade for someone who will never be more than a nobody.
At Exodus, the Golden Eagle, meets the Violent Messiah, and mark my words perspectives will be changed...
People don't love YOU Jack, they love what you've been through, you make their lives look better by comparison. If what happened to you had happened to anyone else nobody would even watch this pay per view. They don't want to see you succeed, they want to see you try. They want to see the man who had everything taken away from him finally catch a break.
And they want to see me fail...
They want to see the unstoppable force stopped, they don't want to see me as invincible because I make them feel inadequate. They all wish they could be me, but since they can't they want me to be more like they are. I was the same person before I won the title, but now that I'm on top it's like there's a bounty out on my head, and I welcome it. There reason I waited to become champion was because I didn't want to put up with all of that at the time. Now, I'm more prepared than ever to take on EVERYBODY, from the elite like Jagger and Cavanaugh, to the bottom of the barrel like you Jack.
And when I'm done with you the bottom of the barrell will look like heaven...
Time's up Jack, your fifteen minutes of fame, the fifteen minutes I gave you, are up at Exodus, and there isn't anything you, those fans, or your heart can do about it because like I said...
All the heart in the world doesn't beat talent, and while you may have the bigger heart nobody has more talent than Sage Christensen.
...Unfortunately that opportunity is going to breed the disappointment of a life time.
For the Golden Eagle, Exodus is going to be a reality check of the harshest degree. While you may sit there and view your underdog status as a motivational tool, don't be fooled into thinking it makes you any more than hopeless. You see Jack I chose you for one simple reason, you have no chance. All those people that chant both of our names each and every night are undoubtedly going to lean towards your side, and why wouldn't they, it's the greatest feel good story ever imagined, but when the dust settles ever thoughtless notion of you over-coming the odds will be buried so far down we may never even see you in an AWG ring again. For every miraculous possibility you've come up with in your mind, every small detail you envision altering the course of the match there is a simple and resounding counter-point...you're no damn good. There's a reason I'm constantly in the main event and you're lucky you're even allowed in the locker room. I hold this title because I'm the best the AWG has to offer and make no mistake...
...heart has nothing to do with it.
Wanting something more than the other person means absolutely nothing in this business. I'll tell you right now this title means more to you than it ever will to me, it meant more to Jace Diggs, and it sure as hell meant more to everyone that entered that tournament. A win at Exodus will define your career, but I could never hold a title the rest of my life and go down as one of the greatest of all time. That's the problem with you Jack, not just you but everyone really, you look at these stupid pieces of leather and gold to define who you are instead of letting your abilities speak for themselves. Then again I suppose in your case you might NEED this title because your abilities barely whisper. Keep in mind the trip to Iraq, when Jack Gaither finally got a chance in the spotlight, it was only because you used my coat-tails as a magic carpet.
And even that couldn't keep you on top.
The universe tends to balance itself out, and no matter how big your dreams are they still just cant stand up under the weight of talent. Dreams are not always what they appear to be. Throughout our entire lives, we are told to follow our dreams, either that or we're told to do what's practical. Why follow your dreams, if someone tells you that it's not a wealthy investment? Should we follow our dreams if it could mean our own demise? Or should we go with our back-up plan, fully knowing that it may be much safer than our original choice? One thing that we can be sure of is that there is no guarantee in a dream. There are no guarantees that your dream will come true or it will become a nightmare of epic proportions. So, why dream in the first place? Why is it so appealing for human beings to constantly dream, only to be crushed in the end? Should we listen to statistics and crush our own dreams ourselves? Pro Athletes are told that the chances of making the "show" are few and far between. Rock star career? Not very likely in the eyes of most. Starring on Broadway? “Not a chance,” says your biggest critics. Beating Sage Christensen in a last man standing match? Can and never will happen. Much like rules, dreams are made to be broken.
Rules, Dreams, and your spirit...
How long can you keep this up Gaither? Shaking off each loss, acting like trying your best is anywhere near sufficient enough, and believing that if you hope and dream long and hard someday you will magically improve. It's all so damn pathetic. There is nothing acceptable about being a perennial loser. Just remember that the root of believe is lie, and the more you tell yourself you have a chance the more you're betraying your own trust. You're underdog status, your feel-good story, it's all make-believe, you've convinced yourself of something so blatantly untrue I can't even fathom how you sleep at night.
Then again, maybe the Golden Eagle isn't so squeaky clean after-all...
Having you're wife and unborn child die in a car wreck, that's brutal, but having a new woman by your side a week later, that's just inhuman. You see, the driving force of your little inspirational charade doesn't even seem to mean much to you. Everybody wants to go out there and see you win this one for Katherine, but I wouldn't be in the least surprised if you had completely forgotten. In fact, you've changed quite a bit since that little accident. You went from the all american stand up guy to a bar frequenting shell of a man. If you had a limitless supply of talent, a mind far more wise than is comprehensible, and the AWG world title, you could almost be confused for me.
And thats just another of the many reasons why you won't win...
While it doesn't appear that way, deep down I'm sure you have some small attachment to your former wife. You sit there assuming that the opportunity I'm giving you has something to do with compassion, and that is just simply not true. I will, without the slightest hesitation, beat you from corner to corner and within an inch of your life, and I'll do it with a smile on my face. I have no compassion, no attachment to anything, and that gives me an intensity you couldn't even imagine. If you walk out there tomorrow night with even the slightest thought of Katherine in your head, you've already lost.
Then again even if you don't, you've already lost anyways...
I'll tell you the same thing I've had to beat into the skull of everyone else around here. No matter what edge you think you've had, and trust me I've heard all of them by now, in the end you simply cannot beat me. You couldn't put me down for three, hell you couldn't even put me down for one let alone ten. This match caters to everything I stand for, and absolute and violent ending, while attacking your biggest weakness, namely, you just don't stack up to the competition. I've not only challenged you to accomplish one impossible feat, but two in the same night. You don't just have to beat me, you have to knock me out and I guarantee you and everyone else that there isn't a single man alive that could render me unconscious.
Especially you...
It would almost seem as if you are losing your mind Jack. Over the course of the last week you have gotten more illogical by the minute. At first it was the asinine thought that you might actually win, then it was going so far as to say I'm scared of you, now you wanna go and try to tech me a lesson in winning? For mercy's sake Jack just keep your mouth closed, accept the more than generous offer I have granted you and take your beating of a lifetime.
I'd say you'll leave enlightened, but by your track record so far it looks like sense can't be beat into you...
The scene opens up in an empty Toyota Center where Sage and Shelly are sitting in silence, just taking in the vastness of the arena. Sage is dressed in his usual all black and Shelly appears to be a bit cold in her short dress.
Shelly: Can we go already Sage?
Sage Christensen: Not yet, I'm thinking.
Shelly: About what? You have quite possibly the easiest match of your career coming up, not only is you opponent a push over, but you have free reign to do whatever you want to him. Hell if you wanted to you could pick him up after 9 just to beat him up some more.
Sage Christensen: I could, but I wouldn't dare. Someone like Knuckles or Phoenix, any day of the week, but lack of talent aside Jack Gaither is one of the few decent people left in this business.
Shelly: Either way, you still should have just taken the night off. You just got done running the gauntlet of who's who in the AWG, what else do you have to prove?
Sage Christensen: Nothing at all, in fact, I've never had to prove anything, people have seen me and just understood. Beating Jack Gaither won't make me more legitimate in the slightest.
Shelly: Then why do it? Why fight him.
Sage Christensen: Because they need to be enlightened, all of them.
Shelly: All of who?
Sage Christensen: Everyone. You saw my match against Pierce Cavanaugh, these people pulled for him not because he's in any way a better individual than me, but because he was the underdog. They loved me until I won the title, but this is the flaw in being king of the hill, ultimately you're the first one the villagers go after. The sheer fact that I am the closest thing to unbeatable there is has them wanting to see me fail. It's human nature to get tired of the status quo, and the time has come that they want my blood.
Shelly: So, keep them wanting. We all know that Gaither doesn't stand a chance. You could very well go undefeated until you retire, and there isn't a thing the fans can do about it.
Sage Christensen: And that's the point of the match. They will continue to to root for the underdog, but with a story as great as the Golden Eagle's, after I end his dreams they won't have a choice but to accept that talent beats heart.
Shelly: You gotta feel for the guy though, I mean I can't imagine what he's been through.
Sage Christensen: We all have stories, we all face trials, just because his was highly publicized doesn't mean he's any better than the rest of us.
Shelly looks over at Sage who is now staring at the ground.
Shelly: And what's your story Sage? How did you get to be so turned off to mankind? You know for as long as I've known you you've never said a word about where you came from.
Sage Christensen: Let's just say you couldn't imagine that either.
Shelly: As smart as you are, I would have expected you to deal with whatever it was a little better. I mean, bottling everything up and keeping it inside, it can't be healthy.
Sage Christensen: I have dealt with my past the best way possible. I don't bottle anything down, as a matter of fact I break things down and resolve them instantly. I gave up emotions because ultimately they do nothing but hold you back.
Shelly: I swear sometimes you've gone crazy.
Sage Christensen: In the world I come from, the only thing a sane man can do to deal with it all IS go mad.
Sage looks up with a twisted look in his eye.
Sage Christensen: And Gaither has no idea about the depths of my madness.
All of a sudden a door can be heard opening and closing up the aisle. There is the sound of faint footsteps, and they get louder as a man in a suit walks down the stairs towards them.
Sage Christensen: Not another one of these guys, Shelly, take care of it, I don't care what he has to say.
The man finally reaches the two and Shelly gets up to intercept.
Shelly: Sorry man, I don't know what your business proposition is, or who you represent, or even if you just want an autograph, the champ doesn't want to be bothered right now.
Strange Man: Trust me, he wants to hear what I have to say.
Shelly: I doubt it, but I guess we won't find out anyways.
The man raises his voice a little.
Strange Man: Look little missy, I...
*choking noises*
In a blink of an eye Sage is on his feet with a hand wrapped around the man's throat.
Sage Christensen: I hope whoever you work for has some good health benefits.
The man is still choking but he is barely able to sputter out a name.
Strange man:...cough...cough...Kris White...cough...cough
Sage immediately lets go of the man and the expression on his face has instantly gone blank. The man takes a moment to readjust his tie and jacket.
Strange Man: That's right, like I said, you definitely want to hear what I have to say. You see Sage, you aren't as separated from your past as you'd like to believe.
Sage Christensen: Kris White is dead.
Strange Man: Is he? You never saw him die, you never saw him at all, and you of all people should know that the absence of proof isn't evidence that something doesn't exist.
Sage Christensen: I don't know who you are or what you're doing here but you have about ten seconds to explain yourself before I finish choking the life out of you.
Strange Man: I know you got our little gift a few weeks ago, and that alone should be enough to at least peek your interest. Mr, White did you a huge favor a long time ago, you used his generosity to your advantage then cast him aside. Let me assure you that he is closer than you could ever imagine to paying you back for your betrayal. Believe it or not, he's already in the AWG, and when the time is right, he will rectify everything.
Sage grabs the man by the throat again.
Sage Christensen: Listen up, as far as I know Kris White is dead, and even if he isn't, there isn't a single thing he could do to me now. You go back and tell him, if he does exist, that I don't owe him a damn thing and if he has a problem with me he can tell me to my face.
Sage releases the man who grabs his throat for a moment before standing up again with a scared look on his face. He opens his mouth but Shelly interrupts.
Shelly: I wouldn't say anything, in fact if you don't want your head kicked off your shoulders I'd suggest you get out of here with as much haste as possible.
The man turns and begins to walk up the stairs but shouts back one lat thing when he's far enough away
Strange Man: Your times running out Sage, and when he's ready to make his move you'd be far better off to be on his side than against him.
The door can be heard opening and closing again as Sage just stands there with a blank look on his face. The scene fades out as Shelly puts a hand on his back.
If there's one thing Jack Gaither knows better than anyone else, it's that opportunities like this rarely present themselves...
It took me quite some time to get a shot at the AWG World Title only because I didn't want it. For Gaither, he has been given chance after chance to prove himself worthy of these opportunities only to show that he doesn't even belong in the AWG ring. The only reason I can even think of that his contract hasn't been pulled yet is because the fans seem to like him, which just goes to show, merchandising is still in control of everything.
But you winning the title, that's something I just can't buy...
I'm about to reveal the truth behind your stigma as the underdog. For all the sympathy you elicit week in and week out you don't have me fooled in the slightest, you're not an underdog, not at all. You see Jack, an underdog has the ability, they just haven't unleashed it yet. You are something different altogether, you are quite simply a loser. Look back throughout history, the underdog is the lesser of the two but still better than the rest, he has proven his right to be given a chance, you on the other hand were handed this opportunity solely for the reason to fail at it. You don't belong in that ring with me, you don't belong in that ring at all. You are so detached from reality you can't even grasp what has been obvious all along...
...that even if you did somehow defy the very laws of the universe themselves at Exodus, you would still be a loser...
Funny thing about overcoming the odds for the very first time Jack, even if you do you have to maintain that. Lets get this straight, you won't, you CAN'T, beat me, but even if you did, you would lose that belt in a heartbeat and go right back to the under-card where you belong. There's two kinds of people in this world Gaither, successful people like me, and people like you that are only here to make us look stronger. In fact, you're a class to yourself, you make the people that make others look stronger, look stronger. Your story, as hart-touching as it might sound, is nothing more than a facade for someone who will never be more than a nobody.
At Exodus, the Golden Eagle, meets the Violent Messiah, and mark my words perspectives will be changed...
People don't love YOU Jack, they love what you've been through, you make their lives look better by comparison. If what happened to you had happened to anyone else nobody would even watch this pay per view. They don't want to see you succeed, they want to see you try. They want to see the man who had everything taken away from him finally catch a break.
And they want to see me fail...
They want to see the unstoppable force stopped, they don't want to see me as invincible because I make them feel inadequate. They all wish they could be me, but since they can't they want me to be more like they are. I was the same person before I won the title, but now that I'm on top it's like there's a bounty out on my head, and I welcome it. There reason I waited to become champion was because I didn't want to put up with all of that at the time. Now, I'm more prepared than ever to take on EVERYBODY, from the elite like Jagger and Cavanaugh, to the bottom of the barrel like you Jack.
And when I'm done with you the bottom of the barrell will look like heaven...
Time's up Jack, your fifteen minutes of fame, the fifteen minutes I gave you, are up at Exodus, and there isn't anything you, those fans, or your heart can do about it because like I said...
All the heart in the world doesn't beat talent, and while you may have the bigger heart nobody has more talent than Sage Christensen.
