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Okaaaaaay, we're back! When we last left off, we discovered that Taker LOVED donuts and that, with enough Mattitude, you TOO can become a "gasoline service technician". Now, however, we'll rejoin the gang, but we'll zero in on Kofi and CM Punk, as they make their way through Oklahoma City…

CM, thumbing through the pages of a tourist's guide he purchased earlier, mentions, "Hey dude, did you know that they offer boat rides through this part of town? Check that out!"

Punk points to the left and Kofi glances over, seeing who appears to be Jack Swagger and Vickie Guerrero with about 6 other people on this raft-looking thing floating down the side street.

Kofi asks, "Hey, you see 'DAT, mon?

CM shakes his head, "Yeah, but, the way I see it, a lummox like Swagger NEEDS a manager to get ANY KIND of 'over' with the fans, dude."

Kofi laughs a little and says, "Yeah, hey mon—one time time me was walkin' by de' creative office before a RAW taping and me overheard Triple H saying 'dat 'dey may as well give Swagger a pencil, paper, and art lessons—because that'd be de' only way He could draw a crowd!'"

Punk shakes his head, reading his guide and laughing a little, as he and Kofi head along…

Now, hmm…let's see…Let's look in on JR and Cole, as they've decided to stop at a rib shack…

Cole asks, "Umm…the RIB CRIB?"

JR says, "Of COURSE! Whenever I return home here to Boomer-Sooner country, I ALWAYS make a stop here at the Rib Crib!"

They enter the restaurant and the waitstaff and some of the customers yell, "Heeeeey, what's goin on, JR?"

JR smiles and waves as he takes his usual seat at the bar. Cole sits down on a stool beside him.

The barmaid comes up and, with a slight southern drawl, asks, "Your usual JR, honey?"

JR nods, "Uh, yes darlin', please."

She looks over at Michael Cole and asks, "And what would you like, sweetie?"

Cole glances at JR and says, "Uh, well-um, I'll have what HE'S having!"

The waitress looks at JR and then back at Michael and asks, "Hon, are you sure? It HAS a variety of three different whis—"

Before she could finish, Cole's competitive instinct kicked in and he cut her off, "—Look…baby, I'm the customer and I'm ALWAYS right! So how about you get back there and fix me my drink, ok?"

The barmaid curls her upper lip a bit and says, Uh yeah…I'll be right back with that, sir."

As the barmaid goes off to make the drinks, JR leans over to Cole and says, "Why'd you have to act like a snake in the grass to that poor girl? There was NO call for that, NONE!"

Cole replies, "Look, I don't NEED some…fancy-pants WAITRESS telling me what I should and SHOULDN'T have! I'm a grown man!"

JR answers, "But that drink is pretty strong—and besides, you don't even drink!"

Cole takes a deep breath and smirks, "Well, today, I become a MAN! And today, I finally BEAT you at something!"

JR shakes his head, "Michael, we're not here for that. I'm not getting into a drinking contest with you!"

Cole smirks and asks, "Well, what's wrong, JR—you chicken? Are you afraid I'm going to beat you at something? You afraid to pass the torch, big boy?"

JR thinks for a moment and says, "You know what, Cole? Do what you feel."

So the barmaid brings their drinks over and she smiles as she brings JR's drink over, but grimaces a little when she brings Cole's over.

JT tips his hat, smiles, and says, "Thank you, hon."

She nods and gives him a rich smile, saying, "Hey JR, your ribs will be out momentarily."

JR nods and sips his drink, the waitress glances at Cole and just turns back toward the other end of the bar. Cole furrows his brow and asks JR, "Hey, what about MY ribs?"

JR says, "See? I TOLD your ass. You've been nothing but a jackass since you came IN here. So shut up and deal!"

Cole frowns and says, "No wait—FUCK that! I wanna' know when my ribs are coming and I wanna' know now!"

So Cole stands up and YELLS for the barmaid, "HEY, BARTENDER! HEY…HEEEEEEEY!"

Just then, the bouncer approaches Michael and just stands behind him, with his tree trunk-like arms folded. JR sees him out of the corner of his eye, but says nothing. Cole's still yelling for the Barmaid and she finally comes over his way.

Cole, still oblivious as to who's standing behind him, demands, "you told HIM when his ribs are coming out, why didn't you tell me when MINE are coming out, huh?"

The bouncer taps Cole on the shoulder and waves at him. Cole looks at the bouncer, than at the waitress, then at JR.

The bouncer asks the waitress, "Excuse me, barmaid? But is this…gentleman bothering you?"

The waitress, pulses the blender and says, "Uh, yea…he's pretty much been a clown since he got in here."

Cole says, "Hey, where do YOU get off calling ME a 'clown'?"

He looks at the bouncer and the bouncer has a very serious expression on his face. Cole looks at JR and says, "JR help…doooooo something!"

At that time, the waitress brings JR's ribs out. JR turns and says, "Thank you, but could I have a doggie bag?"

The waitress bends over and pulls out a to-go container and dumps the ribs in.

JR takes the last swallow of his drink and says, "Um…I don't know this guy. I was sitting here minding my own damn business."

JR tips his hat and gets up from his seat, "Thank you, ma'am…sir, do…whatever you do with aggressive customers." JR leaves the restaurant as the bouncer grabs Cole by the collar and smiles at him.

As JR hops on his car and rides/gallops off, Cole can still be heard screaming, "JAAAAAAY-ARRRRRRRRRR! HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLP MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

So, of course you know we have to pay a visit with Santino and Alberto, by now…

Santino asks, "Hey, how long do you eh-think until we reach the…place we are to be reaching?'

Alberto shrugs, "I dunno. I haven't seen a mileage sign in ages, senor."

Suddenly, Santino's cellphone rings…

Santino looks at the display and doesn't seem to recognize the number. He glances at Alberto and then opens his phone. He answers, "Eh…Hello, eh-this is a-Santino Marella!

"Whaaat?"

Some chatter can be heard on the other line…

"Noooo…eh-you don't saaaaay!"

More chatter can be heard…

"No waaaaay, you don't saaaaay!'

Yep, more chatter…

"Eh-you don't say—"

Alberto is glancing over wondering what Santino could be talking about and who's on the other end.

…and even more chatter…

"Awww…you don't say!"

Then there's a "click" as Santino folds his phone and puts it back in his trunks.

Alberto furrows his brow and asks, "Santino…who WAS that, anyway?"

Santino shrugs and replies, "Eh-he didn't say."

Alberto waves him off and continues driving down the road.

SO, I'll just stop this here without any questions asked. Ok?

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Good-I fuckin' THOUGHT so..

But, tune in next time—same Warrior time, same Warrior place, same Warrior channel!