Sensation. A perception associated with stimulation of a sense organ or with a specific bodily condition; a condition of intense public interest and excitement; An event or object causing such public excitement. My list could go on and on... I could even write a book for Jason Sensation about it called "Being Sensational For Dummies". I'd get a real big kick out of that. You see, everybody idiotic person on this earth sees Sensational pointing to Jason Sensation. Heh, that is just plain funny to me. If you really want to look at somebody sensational, you're looking at him right now on your cheap television screen. When I look into the mirror and see myself and when you look at me it should be like a Cool Runnings re-run... "I see pride, I see power, I see a bad ass motha who won't take no crap off of nobody." Now I understand you think that is pertaining to Mr. Sensation but trust me... he has a little saying too. "I see no talent, I see an assclown, I see a weak ass fucker who won't win a match when it's given to him". That's my perspective of things and should be your perspective... I have worked too hard for some run-down bitch like Jason Sensation to steal my thunder... and believe me... he WON'T be doing that tonight.

Jason the whole truth is this man... I didn't even watch your third promo. Do you want to know why? I didn't watch it because every other promo you do is boring as hell... and I have better things to do than sit on my ass watching you talk nonsense for 23,103,85,38 years. Instead of watching you do that... I could train, eat, sleep, have sex, drink beer, do whatever I want! Now I'd rather watch a movie or something then listen to The Odyssey all over again. Well Sensation... the time is up for talking... so put up your dukes and prepare to get covered in a red crimson mask. *laughs*

INTRO

[The scene shows us at the Philidelphia Horse Races that Philly holds every year. They are known for the love of the sport but the most important thing they are known for at the races is the love of the gambling. That's the only reason why Rick Golden is there with Aaron Awesome... to win some money. We see Golden and Awesome dressed casually seated in about the fifteenth row next to an old man and an old woman. Awesome is tallying up the odds while Golden is counting up the money they won from the last race. The final race is coming up in a few minutes so they need to find a bookie to put their bets down.]

Old Man: Did you know that betting with bookies is illegal little kiddies?

Rick Golden: *Staring At Old Man River* Ummm... yeah. But the mafia always pays you back when you win. The horse track always seems to gype you for a little bit of the money you make from the race. So shut your pipehole old man before I fucking shut it for you.

[The old man just stares off into space the other way minding his own business.]

Rick Golden: I hate it when people get involved with our business... don't you?

A2: *Not Paying Attention* Now, I think I have the odds figured out. If we want to win, we'll go with Morning Star so get the damn bookie up here so we can bet. We are running out of time here.

Rick Golden: Don't ever ignore me... what I had to say was important.

A2: You're actually telling me your queer ass remark about those old windbags is more important than making $1000? Everybody is right... you are fucking crazy.

Rick Golden: *Laughs* You're right man... my bad. Now let's get a bookie up here we only have three minutes until the race begins! [Suddenly A2 does "the secret signal" and calls a bookie up to them. He comes up and and asks them who they're betting on quietly. They reply with Morning Star, A2's pick and high-five him, giving him their word they'll pay back if they lose. They then sit down in their seats and wait until the race begins.]

A2: Man... I picked the winner this time brother... WOOOO! One-thousand dollars is coming on my plate baby!

Rick Golden: Quit getting all excited asshole... anything can happen in horse races. You ever see A View To A Kill? Look what Max Zorin did to his horse. He injected steroids into it through a microchip and nobody found out about it except James Bond. Good movie too... I reccomend you renting it sometime. Anyway, the horse can have a bad gate start, get an injury, or be paid off by somebody and the jockey could have it slack. Who knows until the race begins buddy.

A2: Yeah but Morning Star has a pretty good damn chance... he hasn't lost in five races. And he won't lose this race because I bet the most money I've ever bet in my life on this race.

Rick Golden: *Laughing* The most you've ever bet in one day is $1000? That's pathetic man... I used to bet 50,000 on a whole day of football. But that was only once....

A2: What did you lose it? Ha ha ha I bet you did.

Rick Golden: Yeah, I lost 40,000 of it. That's when I decided betting wasn't my thing. Hey the race is starting so shut up and let's watch.

[The race begins with Morning Star shooting out of the gate and into the lead making A2 cheer like crazy. Golden calms him down a little and as he does this Morning Star drops to third... with one more lap to go he is in fourth and Golden or Awesome can't believe it. But then as we reach the final straightaway, as if a bat out of hell came to life, Morning Star shoots out into the lead and wins by two lengths making A2 and Golden smile. They collect their money and head out to the parking lot by their car and count the money.]

A2: I told you he was going to win... he is the best damn animal in this world.

Rick Golden: Yeah... and it also teaches everybody a lesson. When you bet on the favorite... don't expect the original outcome. Remember that Sensation.

[Fade to Black.]