Rick Golden Immortal
Immortal. Having eternal fame; imperishable. Whoa, speak of the devil... There is actually a word that can apply to Rick Golden. Rick Golden... King of All Kings... Nah, I like Immortal better. That's the difference between Rick Golden and J.T. Styles, London Rockwell, and CERTAINLY "Da Boss" T.J. Hix. None of them fully realize the power they're dealing with in this match. They're really dealing with the fastest up and coming star in W3 history... his star hasn't been shining lately but this week he is going to turn it around and start his trek again.

Now onto the most irritating part of my life... talking to someone that doesn't even talk back. It's like talking to a brick wall which is something T.J. Hix would do. J.T. Styles, London Rockwell, you guys are simply pathetic. You have no chance in hell on winning this match and the sad thing is you know it because you don't have the balls to stand up for yourselves and say anything about what I'm saying right now do you? That's what I thought. You two are the lowest of the low... and like Hix mentioned... a couple of losers... or did I mention that? No bother, both of you will lose so I am through wasting my time with you.

Now, onto T.J. Hix, one of my favorite buddies. Now hopefully I'm not going to go pull one of your fetish stunts and start smashing stones that have my face on it. I was really amazed by what you did Hix because I was wondering, how much money did you pay to have all of those heads carved into the stone like that? It was beautiful Hix, really beautiful. In fact it almost made me cry. So smashing big rocks is the only thing you can do Hix because you know, I know, and thousands of idiots know that I can smash you anytime I want to because, I am the W3 Sensation. Alright Hix, now you've impressed me man, you actually showed me the sledgehammer you're going to hit me with! How did those rocks feel when you hit those Hix? HA! A sledgehammer... give me a break Hix. Wait, did I just say break? Jesus, I have to stop saying things like that because I don't want to get reminded of what's going to happen to me on Flatline! Hix, you are a joke, your sledgehammer prophecy is a joke, and your wrestling skills are a joke... ENOUGH SAID.

Now Hix, I noticed something in your little half-assed promo when I actually was awake... I noticed that you said "I was an arrogant son of a bitch". Now my good boy, wouldn't you be arrogant with a body like this and the skills I have? I mean, you can't be arrogant because you have no skills whatsoever but take a long, hard, look at me for a second and tell me what you see. You see it yet? Of course you do... TALENT. I am the W3 Sensation Hix, and you will remember that... I guarantee it. Now onto my next order of business with you Hix, your "resume". Hix, I could care less what the fuck your resume was, from what I heard, EWC was a midget league and the owner of the UWF was your daddy. And even if the EWC wasn't a midget league, you were a horrible champion? Now I know in your little pea brain you're thinking; "Wait a second, I was a ten time world champion, how could I be horrible?" Now I'm going to give you the answer T.J., because this is quite simple if you think about it. You were EWC World Champion TEN times because you got it, the next week you lost it, then the next week you got it, you get the picture hopefully. That shows how inconsistent of a champion you really are Hix, showing that you don't care about the belt OR your ego. And speaking of belts, I don't really give a rats ass if you have the UWF Title, which is probably made out of cardboard. So shut your mouth because I have more titles in my trophy room than you can count bitch.

Now onto Mr. Letterman's show, which was probably a stunt double for Letterman. Now everybody watching this promo, not sleeping through like you would through Hix's, listen to me for a second. I don't think that Hix "wiped the floor with me" at World Relations oh no. Even with my food poisoning I still kicked his ass and he got off one lucky move, his finisher. I give him his props for surprising me with that "Downward Spiral" and beating me uno...dos...tres but kicking my ass the whole match? I think not Mr. Hix. So Hix, until you start blabbing out the RIGHT facts... just shut your mouth. Got it?

Now to my most latebreaking news straight from Hix's promo I just got done waking up from. Hix thinks that he can avoid me by not saying much about me and playing with his butt-buddies the whole time, trying to see who grabbed the most ass. You see Hix, I don't care much for gays like you and Cartel, but gays that suck ass at wrestling? That's horrible! I was concluding you'd have lots of practice at grabpling... I mean grappling with each other. Nevertheless Hix it doesn't matter because avoiding me, or not avoiding me, you will lose. And that's a fact.

INTRO

[We see Rick Golden and his bodyguard Malik walking up a dark, staircase at a night club where all kinds of drugs and booze are being distributed. All kinds of people are there: Goths, Asians, Lesbians, Gays, Blacks, you name it, they're there. As Rick Golden goes up the stairs with Malik we see they are both dressed in the highest class... which is Silk. Malik has on a red silk suit with sunglasses and is carrying a briefcase full of something. Golden is going up the steps first in his silk button-up shirt. They both where fashionable pants with Golden wearing the Armani's and Malik wearing the "ghetto-style" Nike's. Malik is iced out while Golden is only wearing a gold wristwatch. Bumping and pushing their way through a crowd of lesbians Golden shakes his head, clearing the way for Malik. They go beyond a curtain and through a door into a room they were told to wait at. They wait there for a few minutes, putting up a meak but an attempt to converse.]

Malik: What kind of person lets gays into a club? And this owner is dumb enough to invite The Triads and The Black Panthers. This guy wants publicity or he is just plain stupid...

Rick Golden: Listen Malik, I want you to keep your mouth shut because this guy can snap your neck in a second... and after my match I had with Starr this evening you wouldn't want to have me fight, I'm pretty sore as it is.

Malik: Whatever you say man.. say, what the hell am I carrying this damn briefcase around for? What's it full of anyway? Drugs?

Rick Golden: Drugs are for the weak Malik, you should know that. This is full of my W3 contracts and papers... I'm going to review them when we get our executive table next to Mr. Tan's office.

Malik: Mr. Tan... does he run the place or something? I'll be Mr. Pale, and you could be Mr....

Rick Golden: Listen Malik, they're coming to give us our executive booth next to his office. So just shut up and show some respect to someone else for once in your pathetic life.

[Mr. Tan walks in and greets with Golden while Malik stands with a vile look on his face. Tan acknowledges him while giving Golden the key to the booth. Golden smiles and spins the keys around while Malik tells Mr. Tan "What's up" with the head nod. With that done Golden and Malik go through the strippers dressing rooms and they each pick out gorgeous girls... one a black lady with a nice ass and long, thick thighs for Malik and for Golden? A Stacy Keibler look-a-like. Golden smiles as he brings the lady in first to set up and he and Malik sit down on opposite sides of the room with their strippers dancing to the music in the room. Golden can still see the fight that has just happened on the outside between the triads and panthers and just laughs as he sticks a twenty into the strippers thong and smashes his fine cuban cigar, getting new one and lighting it. Malik all of a sudden yells across the room and Golden turns around for a minute to hear his ramblings.]

Malik: Hey Ricky... how's your girl? Mine's off the hizzook!!!

Rick Golden: Mine's good, but would be a lot better if you shut the hell up and watched the girl instead of me. [Golden then turns back and his girl is there dancing away. Malik turns back and his girl his dancing as well, and after about five minutes they both get tired of them and tell them to scram. They go to Mr. Tan and thank him for the drinks and girls and then leave. As they leave they run into THE SAME group again and Golden gets irritated so he punches one. As Malik and Golden walk out laughing, they go to Golden's Ferrai and hop in. Malik takes the keys because Golden needs to rest for his match tomorrow night. They start a conversation while Malik cruises down the freeway at a speed of 75 MPH.]

Malik: So you ready for tomorrow night? Your first win ever in World Wide Wrestling?

Rick Golden: Yeah, you trained me hard this week Malik... I think you're going to fit in nicely to my training program. You see the way I used to run things, and build on to it. I like that. But there's only one minus that I don't like about you...

Malik: It's because I'm black isn't it? I damn knew you were a racist basta...

Rick Golden: No you idiot it isn't because you're black. You could be purple for all I care YOU are a great businessman and know a hell of a lot about the sport of wrestling. So that makes no difference. It's that you need to give me better competiton. I want matches with the likes of the higher class of the W3... not this trash. I deserve better and will get better... or else you'll be fired. It's as simple as that.

Malik: Don't worry about where you get placed Rick. That's why I am here! Let me worry about where you get placed on the cards and the pay-per-views and YOU should just focus on going out there and kicking ass like I know you can. And I know you will this week too so just focus! [As Golden stares out the window onto the freeway he sees a dead deer and just smiles. Better the deer then Golden right? Anyway Golden puts his head back and for about three minutes he has a little peace and quiet until Malik starts talking to him again.]

Malik: Hey man, you wanna go rent a movie from Blockbuster? I have my card with me...

Rick Golden: Nah man we'll get one Thursday night... the movie will be entitled "How Rick Golden tore apart T.J. Hix" by Rick Golden. *Laughs* Actually I'll let you pick the movie out I am not good at picking them out. I pick all of the shitty ones for some reason.

[Malik then gets off the highway and makes a couple of rights and lefts, making his way to the Golden Manor where the gates open as he pulls in. He goes up the winding driveway and sets the Ferrari to a park in the center garage of his garage. They get out passing all of the antique motorcycles and cars and finally make their way to the front door where we hear clawing from Golden's two dogs. Malik opens the door and the dogs scurry out. They have nowhere to go because the place is fenced in but they just run along anyway. Golden and Malik say goodnight after Golden gives Malik a London Rockwell match and Malik leaves... walking to his Ford Explorer parked in Golden's massive garage. He zooms out and Golden stares out the window to see him out the gate. We zoom back to Golden and he just smiles as the cameras FADE TO BLACK.]

OUTRO
Well, it looks like Rick Golden had an interesting night and will most certainly have an interesting night tomorrow. Will Golden beat Hix, Rockwell, and Styles? Tune in tomorrow on Wednesday Night Flatline to find out! Will Golden make new friends or enemies? We'll just wait and see. And don't forget to check out Chapter Four of The Rick Golden saga coming soon!