Vile. Unpleasant or objectionable. Jason Sensation, my good friend, you don't know how vile I can be. Tomorrow night once I hit that ring and step through the ropes... it's like me entering another world. Hell, I know I'm all jokes right now with lots of laughter and partying but those ropes form a boundary. A boundary between superiority and being in the trash like your fans all over the world. You see, I for one am Superior to all, and have proved it over the last four weeks. I've suffered some fluke losses to T.J. Hix but shit happens like that. When I cross that boundary Sensation, it's like stepping into Satan's playhouse because I am going to give you hell, making you bleed and bleed and bleed until you can't bleed anymore. Your intimidation doesn't faze me and doesn't faze my ninety-six year old grandmother. Hopefully you come ready to play because I'm bringing it all... and when I bring it all there is NO CHANCE IN HELL you will survive.

Remember that part in your last promo when you said you wanted me to check the record books? I did check the record books Sensation... I checked them from every Flatline and pay-per-view available to check. The record I have come up with has really surprised me. I mean, you had more draws than you had wins! The record I calculated was 2-1-3... and one of those draws you drew in a hell in a cell match?! How the hell can someone draw in a hell in a cell match? I know you'll come up with some excuse backing up how you were undefeated and shit like that but I know what really is the truth Jason... I know you weren't that good and couldn't handle the W3 so you had to leave and go rest at home with your ugly wife who you then betrayed. Anyway, Sensation. Next time don't have me going and checking back on your past records unless there is something I need to check because that record just plain sucks.

Now Jason, I thank you for thinking my motivation speech was so sweet and cozy, but you will find out tomorrow that all I said was true. You see Jason, with all of my drive and motivation comes something that you have longed for... TALENT. Jason you lose to no-namers and then you get people attacking you in your past matches and what have you done about it? Absolutely nothing, that's what. You're too big of a bitch Jason... and that's your downfall. You aren't man enough to fight me toe-to-toe and even if you were you couldn't, because tomorrow I will truly show you what pain and suffering is all about, making you bleed.

Now you say I claim that I am god… I claimed I’m like god you stupid fuck! I told people I’m like god because my preaching comes in the ring. You will find out how I preach when I step into the ring and demolish your ass tomorrow in the ring and show you how big of a loser you really are. Who knows? You may go into retirement again from embarrassment! Now that would be something to marvel over wouldn’t it? Enough of the jokes… I don’t claim I’m god Jason. Just because I do things like god doesn’t make me god… hell, I could care less who was god or what he looked like. Double Hell, I don’t even believe in the good lord above so I am definitely not him! The fact of the matter is this Sensation. And you say EVERYONE should listen to my wise words? First of all, I’m flattered you think my words are wise, I really am. And second of all, only people like you with no talent whatsoever should be the ones paying attention to my “wise words”. Tomorrow, two warriors step into the ring and the true warrior will emerge. We all know who that is but we’ll let everyone find out for themselves tomorrow capiche?

Enough of that asshole... here's a man that is really getting on my nerves lately. The man? His name is Scott Konrad. I call him Mr. Winless. Let's see... Cyrus Stone? Loss. How about Giovanni Sambora? Loss. What a loser. You will just keep on losing Konrad. I proved that I was smarter and more powerful than you when I clocked your ass last week. You see Scott... you think you have something when you look at that stupid bitch by your side Christine Holmes... but that is the only thing holding you back! With her soothing and caring words it just makes you weaker than you already are... which isn't that strong. Every time you win you gain your confidence then when you see her her stupid annoying voice sooths you back to a level where you don't care anymore. Either you lose her, or you keep on losing Konrad... it's that damn simple.

Now you think you're scaring me Konrad? "I will retaliate". I don't care if you retaliate or not because every time you do I'll just keep coming back and bashing you in the face making you bleed out that sweet red blood. And you say I will NOT do that again? Hell Konrad, I can do that plus some more whenever the hell I want to... who's going to stop me? You? The Nice Guy? You see Scott that is your other problem similar to the problem I just mentioned... you are too nice. You can't be nice in this world Konrad... you'll just get trampled on like the Cincinnati Bengals. You have to have some aggression in you... that drives you... but as you said in your promo... you are a nice guy, not a blood-hound like me. Oh yeah, and go ahead and snap, what will you do? Hit me with ONE chair shot? Heh, I take those every week mostly so do your worst you piece of shit.

INTRO

[The scene opens up at a luxurious hotel room filled with decorative flowers, big screen TV’s equipped with DVD players, and to sugarcoat it... a nice marble floor that shines more than Scott Konrad's head. Stepping out of the bathroom is Rick Golden... with his traditional "R.G." robe on... sipping a cup of steaming hot coffee. On his feet are his blue slippers... not the trashy ones provided by the hotel but the fifty dollar ones he bought at a slippers store. He walks over to the table where the paper is sprawled out and sees a big picture of Big Willie on the front page flipping off everyone who is reading. The big article says "BIG WILLIE GONE... WILL DRWF SURVIVE?" Golden just shakes his head and starts to read the article when there is a knock on the door. Golden finishes reading his sentence and goes to the door and opens it seeing that A2 (Aaron Awesome) is ready for the day in his Nike shirt and wind pants. Golden tells him to wait in his room until he's ready and he goes back to his room silently for it's 6:00 in the morning. Golden gets dressed and finishes his article and goes to A2's suite and knocks with A2 answering and locking up before coming out to meet Golden.]

A2: Rick before we go out to breakfast there is something I've been meaning to tell you...

Rick Golden: Don't tell me you...

A2: Good god man not that! I've been meaning to tell you that I can't do stuff with anymore of your girls... I'm engaged to a woman that I truly love with my heart.

Rick Golden: Well that's good for you Aaron *sarcasm*. Now that leaves more chicks for me to bang! Ha, ha, ha....

A2: Well, you COULD look at it that way... Anyways, where are we going for breakfast? I'm starving, I had no dinner last night. You ate my food when I was taking a shit.

Rick Golden: Hey a growing man has to eat. For breakfast today I say we go to Denny's. Hopefully the pancakes are nice and hot because that's the way I like em'.

[Golden and Awesome make their way through the hotel... with Golden spotting the pretty women and A2 pretending to ignore them. When they make it to the hotel doors some guy runs into them both and Golden and Awesome give him a cold stare that sends him running. Then Golden smiles evilly as he gets his keys out and unlocks his Ferrari that the hotel provided for him. Not bad service eh? Golden throws some stuff in the trunk and then hops in next to Awesome, making the car sink another six inches. As the engine roars to life Golden smirks and zooms out of the parking lot and down the street to the Denny's. They park and hop out hurrying to get in so they can get a seat. An old grandmother is walking in front of them and they scoot ahead of her so they can get a seat. They get a booth for two and the waiter comes over named "Joel" and does an unusual waiter thing.]

Waiter: Hi, welcome to Denny's... what do you want?

Rick Golden: I want a large milk... and three of the biggest Buttermilk Pancakes you can find... make it fast and good and I'll give you a three dollar tip.

A2: Umm... I'd like the same thing except that I'd like some sausage with my pancakes. And make it quick too we give tips to fast waiters.

[The waiter scurries off in his quest to make both of their meals in under ten minutes. Meanwhile, Golden and A2 are discussing Jason Sensation, Rick Golden's opponent tonight.]

Rick Golden: He hasn't got me worried to a bit! What about you? Are you worried I'll lose tonight? *laughs*

A2: Hell no I'm not worried man. Trent Kiel could beat Jason Sensation with one arm behind his back that's about how worried I am that you'll lose to him.

Rick Golden: Damn... now that's what I call confidence in me. *laughs*

A2: Well, that's because all I've seen Jason Sensation is talk the talk... and talk the talk... and talk the talk... he has never been able to walk the walk! So your chances of kicking his ass and making him bleed like your bitch are very positive.

Rick Golden: Now that's what I've been trying to tell everyone! But they are so involved with Jason Sensation and his comeback match that they don't know facts from opinions. Actually, this match will be quite humorous because his comeback match will be his retirement match. Isn't that interesting to you?

A2: Yeah, I'd say it's a first in the business. Speaking of firsts... this is the first damn time the waiter hasn't been early here! What the hell is with this guy?!

[As soon as those words come from A2's mouth the waiter comes walking from the back with their meals which are slopped together. A2 and Golden stand up and look at him like he was raised in a barn and question him quickly.]

Rick Golden: Sorry for me to bother you good sir but WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT YOU PREPARED FOR US?!

Waiter: Well I uh... um... Ya see... yeah... I spilled the food and uh....

A2: Jesus Christ I'm not listening to this shit all day. Listen asshole, if you want to give us good food and service then do that. But if you make the service good and not the food I'm going to make you eat that shit in the back next time... understand?

Waiter: Uhh... yeah.. never will happen... umm... yeah.

Rick Golden: God damn you piece of trash quit stuttering and go back and cook something before I kick your ass in front of all of these idiots here who are zoned in on this conversation! Now scram asshole!

[The waiter quickly leaves as Awesome and Golden shake their heads and throw their chairs on the floor tilted sideways. They then make their way out to the car and stand by it for a minute talking about Breakfast Plan B.]

A2: So what are we going to do for breakfast now? That queer back there ruined our pancakes and our breakfasts! Now I'm really starved.

Rick Golden: Don't worry we'll order something into our suites from the hotel. We should've done that in the first place anyway... now let's get going because I'm starved.

[Awesome and Golden hop into the car and guess what? Golden zooms out of the parking lot and heads down the street for the short car ride to the hotel. We then fade to black.]

OUTRO

Well we found out something worthwhile in this promo… two things suck… Jason Sensation and Denny’s service. Will Rick Golden overcome Jason Sensation’s comeback committee of fans and Jason Sensation himself? Find out what Golden has to say about these things around his lunch time as the saga of Rick Golden continues…