(Ok, we're back! Our superstars have just hit Reno and the superstars are sort of shutting down for the evening. We'll join Carlito and Masters, who are in a casino…)

Masters and Carlito walk into the Peppermill Casino. Masters looks around and flashes a huge grin.

Masters stretches and says, "Ah…boy, it' sure is good to get off the road. I could use a drink and a few rounds of blackjack, how 'bout you?"

Carlito takes a bite of his apple and says, "Yeah, that'd be cool, man. Let's go."

They approach the blackjack table and Masters mentions, "Hey man, what hotel are we staying in?"

Carlito looks around and replies, "Well…how about this one?"

Masters shrugs and they both sit down at the blackjack table. The dealer says, "Good evening, there's a 500-dollar starting wage for this table.

Carlito and Masters look at each other and place their bets on the table.

The dealer deals the hand and Masters tries to casually peek at Carlito's hand.

Carlito, catching him, says, "Hey, Carlito sees that! Cut it out, that's not cool!"

Masters snickers to himself a little and says, "Ok, hit me!"

The dealer gives him another card. Masters is holding a 10 of diamonds, a three of spades, and his new card…

Masters flips the new card over and rolls his eyes.

Carlito notices and asks, "What? What'd you get?"

Masters pounds the table and screams "FUCK!"

The dealer says, "Sir, you're gonna' have to calm down or I'm going to have to ask security to escort you out."

Carlito asks again, "What's wrong?"

Masters angrily says, "I got a fuckin' 10 of clubs!"

Carlito looks at his own hand and he's holding a 9 of spades and an Ace of diamonds. He strokes his chin as another player asks for another hit.

Carlito finally speaks up, "Uh, yeah…hit me."

The dealer slides another card toward Carlito and he smiles wide and loudly says, "BLACKJACK!"

Masters hears this and he flips his stool over and storms out of the area.

Carlito collects his winnings and stays to play for another hand. Masters angrily makes his way toward the Roulette table.


(We'll leave those two and join up with Kurt and Jerry—who's red-hot at a craps table in the Eldorado Casino.)

There's a huge crowd around the craps table, as Jerry's now wearing someone's cowboy hat. He has a woman on either side of him as he rolls the dice and…

The dealer belts out, "SEVEN! WE HAVE ANOTHER WINNA'!"

The crowd's in a frenzy as Kurt leans over and says into Jerry's ear, "Hey, you've already won 10,000 dollars, don't you think you should quit?"

King laughs and says, "Aw, c'mon Kurt! No way, I'm on a roll! HAHAHAAA!"

Jerry rolls the dice again and…

"SEVEN!"

The crowd's in an uproar, chanting "Jer-ry, Jer-ry, Jer-ry", in a Jerry Springer-type fashion.

Jerry holds up his hands and quiets the crowd down, he says, "Hey, hey guys! This roll is for my best friend—hey, toots, what's your name? Oh yeah! This next roll's for Tawni!"

Jerry rolls the dice again, and…

"SEVEN AGAIN, FOLKS!"

The woman kisses Jerry on the cheek as Kurt is standing by, shaking his head. Amidst the cheering crowd, Kurt says to Jerry, "You know, your luck could easily run out, you know?"

King sighs and says, "Ugh…relax, Kurt! Hahaha! I'm on a roll, besides, nothing can stop me now! I'm HOT!"

Kurt sighs and says, "Ok, look, I'm gonna go get a drink and a room, I'm a bit tired, anyway."

Two women are kissing Jerry at the same time as Kurt turns to leave.


(Meanwhile, in the Golden Phoenix casino, we have Booker, Sharmell, and D-Lo.)

Sharmell says to Booker, "Hey sweetie, I'm beat. I'm gonna' go get us a room. D-Lo, you'd better get a room, too."

Sharmell and Booker kiss and she turns to leave. Booker and D-Lo walk toward the Roulette table.

When they get to the table, Booker asks the dealer, "Hey man, how much be yo' game, sucka?"

The dealer just turns to D-Lo and D-lo says, "He asked, 'How much for a game?'"

The dealer smiles and says, "Oh? It's a 200 dollar minimum wager."

Booker smiles and says, "A'ight, I'm-a git' summa' 'dis here, dawg! You in?"

D-Lo shakes his head, saying, "Nah, I never liked these things. You go ahead, brah."

Booker places his wage of 400 dollars on the table and places his bet. He says, "Yeah, lemme' git' fo' hunnid' on seb'n-teen black, sucka!"

The dealer turns toward D-Lo and D-Lo shrugs and says, "He said, '400 on 17 black'."

The dealer nods and accepts the other bets from the other players and then spins the wheel. The ball bounces and it lands on 17 black!

Booker jumps up and screams, "YEAH, 'DAT'S HOW I DO 'DIS THANG HERE! I won b'cause I be's a 5-time, 5-time, 5-time, 5-time—yo, how many is 'dat?"

D-lo says, "Four times."

Booker smiles and finishes, "…5-time, duh-cee-duh champion, now can you dig 'dat, sucka!"

D-Lo laughs a little and shakes his head as Booker places another bet.


(Let's leave those guys alone for a while and pay a visit to Kane and Cena, who are at the Harrah's hotel and casino.)

Kane and Cena approach the slot machines. Cena asks, "Yo Kane, you got any quarters? Give me one, and I'll drink a glass of water!"

Kane says, "Nope, all I got are bills, c'mon, let's go get some change.

So Cena and Kane walk over to the change window. As they're walking, however, they hear a loud dinging noise occurring about every three seconds.

Kane turns to Cena and asks, "Hey, you hear that?"

Cena nods and Kane, looking around, says, "It seems to be coming from over by the Poker table, let's go."

So Cena and Kane stroll on over to where the dinging noise is coming from and they find, of all people—Triple H!

Kane's eyes widen for a moment and he says, "Hey, what the fuck's Triple H doing here in Reno?"

Cena shrugs as he and Kane watch Triple H…pinning people in the casino! He has a referee with him making the counts, he has apparently recruited Funaki to ring the bell every time he finishes pinning someone and, for some reason, he has a long line of people waiting to get pinned by him.

Kane shakes his head, saying, "He just never quits, does he?"

Cena says, "Man, that punk Triple H is a buffoon, that's why I'm going home to eat Corn Flakes with a spoon.

Triple H notices Cena and Kane watching him. He angrily says, "You two want some? Get outta' here, I'm tryin' to leave this hotel and casino with a perfect win-loss record, now scram!"

Cena flips H off, and H loudly says, "You're lucky I'm pinning someone, or I'd come over there and shove a sledgehammer up your ass!"

Cena looks ready to go back over to Trips and Kane stops and refocuses him. Kane says, "Look, I'm going to get us some rooms, you're going to stay down here and play, then?"

Cena shakes his head, he says, "Nah nigga', I'm going to catch a show.:

Kane shrugs and he leaves as Cena looks around for the ballroom.

Cena passes a sign that gets his attention. The sign reads, "Attention people! There's going to be a talent competition in the Sapphire Lounge tonight at 11. First prize is 5,000 dollars. Are you good enough to win? Well, come on in to find that out!"

Cena smiles and says to himself, "Yeah…I'm gonna' win that talent competition, just watch! But first, I gotta' review my lyrics…"

So Cena struts to the front desk, checks out a room, and starts writing his lyrics. Eleven finally rolls around, and Cena's at the Sapphire lounge, waiting backstage for his turn to go up.

He discreetly peers around the curtain and sees…

Cena swallows hard because of what he sees out there. He says to himself, "Damn, I had no idea that this was a Gong Show! Shit, I could get…gonged."

It's Cena's turn, as the announcer calls his name. Cena comes out on stage, picks up a mic, and says, "Yo, yo, how's my chain gang doin'?"

Only two people are clapping as John Cena starts his routine…

"My name's John Cena, and I'm here to say,

I love to rap, in a major way.

My friends at home, don't pay me no mind,

'cause every time I shit, I wipe my behind.

I work with people who think they're so tough,

I be battlin' crimes, like I was McGruff.

All the ladies go for me,

'cause I like to sing from sea, to shining sea!

All my peeps, they be boastin',

About the Thanksgiving turkey, I be roastin'!

My pumps are made from Reebok,

And sometimes I like to smell my socks!

You know—"

GOOOONNNNNNGGGGG!

The audience is booing hysterically as someone offstage uses a shepherd's hook to yank Cena offstage.

The announcer loudly announces, "OOH…ANOTHER ONE GOES HOME! YOU PEOPLE ARE BRUTAL TONIGHT…"

A dejected John Cena slowly saunters out of the lounge as the announcer's voice gets more and more faint. He heads over to a bar, where he orders a shot of Yukon Jack.

He sips his drink and thinks to himself, "Damn…got booed offstage. I hope no one I know was watching that…Gotta' get my tires pumped, or else they'll go flat!"


Ok, let's end this here. So, how long is Jerry's streak going to be? When will Booker ever learn to speak…legibly? Most of all, though, looks like John Cena's rap career is starting to flail, huh? (Yeah, as if he ever had one…But, you can't tell HIM that, now can you?) These and other questions will be answered when you tune in next time—same warrior time, same warrior place, same warrior channel!