Post by Jake Titan on Feb 18, 2013 0:44:35 GMT -4
Although on the last Meltdown, the Natural Born Killaz were victorious, Jake Titan was still doing odd jobs to pay his massively back owed rent. As Leon Roberts noted earlier, Jake was still on the job working for his father. This time he’s at the opposition, another bar and grille that has been giving Randy a good run for his money. He’s been there a few months and of the staff, he has the most experience servicing people in this kind of environment.
In the kitchen, although he’s a waiter, APW’s Original Gangsta has been sharing his “advice” with the cooks and chefs. One chef dropped raw chicken on the floor. Instead of throwing it away, the cook washed off the chicken and threw it into a frying pan to cook. Normally a responsible employee who over saw this would inform a manager about such negligence, but Jake Titan was asked to take care of the opposition. Right now, this bar and grille would go down faster than our beloved gangsta on a $2 hooker.
Noticing pot of boiling corn, Jake quickly surveyed his area. Seeing no one was paying attention to him, he hocked up phlegm and spat into the pot. Grabbing a tray full of food, Jake walked over to the table that he served. Three people thanked him and began to eat their food; little did they know the truth of the Food & Beverage Industry. So many health codes, but no one man can remember it all. Except the managers and owners, unfortunately for them Jake Titan really worked for Randy Roberts.
Once more Jake returned to the kitchen with several other waiters and waitresses. One Egyptian girl was complaining to several of the cooks. “Sorry guys, table 32 sent their food back, AGAIN! This time she said it was over cooked.”
“Bull shit, Sabrina.” Our main man Jake Titan walked up. “I have to see this. Mind if I cut in?”
The young waitress shrugged her shoulders. “Knock yourself out Jake.”
Taking the remade food, Jake walked out and acted like any respectable server. Six women were in one booth, each of them being as obnoxious and rude as they could possibly be. A big smile on his face, Jake up a servers table and began passing out the meals. “Hello ladies, my name is Jake, Sabrina is on break. Are you ladies all right? Can I get any of your refills on your drinks?”
Despite how kind and professional Jake was, one woman who ordered Chicken Parmesan, glared at Jake and angrily bore her teeth. “Yes Jake, I have a question. How smart do you need to be to serve at a restaurant or even cook for that matter? I told that stupid twat not to have my chicken cooked LIGHTLY and NOT to use Oregano! They still did it! I don’t know when you or she got her GED, but this is unacceptable! Do your damn job right!”
Jake just smiled at the woman and took the plate back. The moment got back, Jake and the chefs nodded. “She wants to shit on us, let’s shit on her.”
A newly made Chicken is placed on a plat. One chef coughed all over it, a second one lowered it below the table and presumably rubbed his gentiles over it. Sabrina, the original waitress for that table, wiped sweat off with a spoon and spread it on. Finally we got Jake who simply blew his nose on it. It was put back in the pan to allow the cheese to melt. Just to further spice it up one of the chefs dropped a spoon on the floor then served the vegetables that our “hero” spat in early. With the meal prepared and put back on his server’s platter, Jake got up and left.
Bowing his head courteously, Jake served the last plate once more. “Here you are ma’am, I apologize for the wait.”
“About time.” She said and cut a piece of the food. Taking in the aroma and taste first, the lady slowly chewed. Satisfied that all is well, Jake left and held back his laughter.
Again he has returned to the kitchen to see the cooks back at work, the lunch rush was rather busy. Moving quickly, Jake went back to his original job that he was hired for: bussing tables. This was a degrading job. Even though he owed a massive amount of back rent to Randy “The Outlaw” Roberts, couldn’t he have done something more in line with what he’s good at? Couldn’t Jake have just beaten up the owner or even set the place on fire?
But Jake Titan is for hire. Whatever job it is, if it’ll cause him to earn a few bucks to get out of debt, Jack will do it. This week he had to sabotage his land lord’s opposition. Next week he could be a garbage man if that’s the work that Randy or Leon found him.
Speaking of Leon, it was good to see his Canadian partner again. Jake wouldn’t admit it, but he saw Leon as a friend because neither guy was willing to admit it, one could say they’re homies. Dishes after dishes just kept coming in; luckily for Jake he was further back. There was a scrawny white boy next to him helping him out.
“Ever get hungry while eating man?”
Jake looked over and read his name. “Yeah Kevin, but let me tell you something. It’s well known, almost time honored, that when you’re clearing off the plates to grab something to eat.”
Kevin lifted up a plate of half eaten pancakes and sunny side up eggs. Take the plate off the boy, Jake put the eggs on the pancakes at them without second thought. Initially the new guy was disgusted but for some reason, he had a feeling that this sort of thing always happened. It was still gross. “Do you ever wonder who was eating from that before or if they were sick or anything?”
Jake shrugged his shoulders. “Not really, I don’t think about that. Yes I run the chances of Splenda or even someone having spit all over dis. But that’s a chance I take. Kind of like how I’ll go down on a woman. Nine times out of teen it’s disgusting and not fun, which usually they’ll taste like death and old sweat but there’s that one chance it won’t be as flat out disgusting.”
Kevin noticed that Jake is eating a half-eaten burger, one side with his teeth marks and the other with the customers. But for some reason, Jake was no looking at it as he placed several plates into the dish trash for the washing machine. “So what do you do now with that?”
“What do I do? This.” Jake continued eating the whole burger. “Yeah it sucks to forget which end is yours but I have yet to get sick from doin’ dis, homie.”
After running a few loads through their washing machine, Jake and Kevin brought the dishes out and set them aside. They let the others get to sorting them out, that wasn’t their job… or it was and they were too lazy to sort it out themselves. Once they’re back in the kitchen, one of the chefs point out Jake.
“Hey boy, aren’t you Jake Titan from APW?” A fat, think accented Italian Chef asked.
‘Yo’, if dis guy says his name is Mario, I’mma lose it.’ Although he didn’t say it, Jake definitely thought about it. “Yeah homie, I is Jake Titan.”
Several of the guys gathered around and somewhat gushed over him. Comments about how he destroyed Bison back in GWE, his failure to win his first match at APW, some more about his & Leon’s win on the previous episode of Meltdown. But more importantly it came to this week: The Natural Born Killaz versus Tommy Knoxsville.
Tommy Knoxville, is this guy related to Johnny Knoxville? Who knows, certainly not Jake Titan. While Jake Titan has never seen huge fan gushing, he never got accustomed to it. ‘I’m just a normal guy. I ain’t shit.’ That’s what Jake Titan would say about himself. Rather it is that he was too humble or he just didn’t like fans, anyone can argue until they’re blue in the face. But The Original Gangsta of APW just didn’t like it when people gush over him.
“Look, I know I’m probably the coolest cat ya’ll saw in a long time. But I just need to get cash and pay back my land lord. Ya feel me?” Jake walked over to the walk in fridge and shut it behind him. He grabbed a gallon of milk and drank straight form it, backwashing some of the milk back in. Putting the milk back up front, Jake made sure it was the first milk they grabbed.
He got out of the Fridge and saw the waiting staff and kitchen staff had now gotten bored, letting orders rack up. Instead of cooking, they were playing a quick game of grab ass. The men and women were laughing it up. However their boss walks in and he simply explodes on everyone.
“Now is NOT the time! Sabrina, you have two tables waiting on their appetizers. James and Eric, I don’t see those tables bussing themselves. Jake, your ass is on the line! I’m this close to firing you!” The red faced manager opens a space of about quarter inch in between this thumb and index finger. “I’ve been getting a lot of complaints about service since you started here! You better wow me, asshole! Now get to work!”
Everyone snapped into action and returned to their jobs. Except Jake Titan, he pulled off his employee tag and threw it at manager. Then the dish washer’s apron was thrown into the stew. “Fuck you ass clown. I might be a dishwasher here, but I AM A MAN!”
Before anyone else could react, Jake grabbed a well done steak. Walked out into the dining area, and threw it at a patron. The man it struck screamed loudly and fell down onto the floor. The burning of the grease and fat nearly scarred the man’s face, Jake jumped at one woman causing her to jump back and just before leaving Jake cups his hand by his mouth.
“We got rats here!” That little information, if it was true or false, is more than enough to cause everyone to panic and demand their meals complimented. This was a frenzy of true madness that Jake caused so easily with just words. It didn’t matter if he had proof or not.
As he left, Jake pulled out his cellphone and called up “My Bitch Ass Partner” on his cellphone’s contact list. It rang a few times, giving our less than employee of the month material man time to put in a blue tooth.
“What?” Leon’s voice came over very annoyed.
“What’s crackin’, dawg?” Jake said as he started up his motorcycle.
His partner was still clearly very annoyed. “Besides I think you’re the only black man in Canada that has a Harley Davidson, an American Motorcycle mind you, did you get the job done?”
“Yeah I got it done. Just come over you lazy ass son of a bitch.” Jake hung up the phone and sped off.
A few hours later at Jakes rundown apartment, Jake is lounging out on his couch staring at a lava lamp. There’s no music playing, there’s not even a television set at all. Despite finally winning, Jake hasn’t done much to his apartment but supposedly pay his massive amount of back owed rent. The door is violently pushed open and Leon Roberts walked through. He looked at Jake and kicked his leg.
“Hey bitch, what did you do now? You can’t leave me hanging.” He looked over and saw Jake had taken the time to buy what Leon believes is the world’s largest lava lamp. “Whoa… how much did that cost?”
With the biggest grin he can possibly make, Jake happily explained the lava lamp. “I blew entire last paycheck on that man. Give me twenty or thirty years, and dis bitch will pay itself off as a collector’s item, dawg.”
“So you owe my dad MORE rent?” A loud cracking caught Jakes attention as Leon got ready to bust up Jake.
“Naw, dawg. I ain’t like dat. He has my first check from APW. By the way, want to see something really cool?”
“Sure I guess, what is it?”
“Oh nothing, just a video camera of what I did to the mashed potatoes. I made sure they were salty.” Jake reached over to a portable DVD player and handed it to Leon.
Cautious that it could be surprise gay porno, Leon slowly opened it and turned it on. It was in black and white but sure enough it was the video of Randy Roberts unnamed competitor. Jake and Sabrina, the Egyptian waitress seen earlier, were kissing in the kitchen area. He whispered something into her ear. Sure enough she began to drop down on her knees and while one couldn’t see anything graphic, it was obvious what she was doing. Jake just watched Sabrina go to work on Jake, pleasuring her man or at least what he was doing.
Ten minutes, it took ten minutes for Leon to sit there and get to what Jake wanted to show him. Sabrina got back up from her knees and spat into the pot. “Seriously? That’s all you did?”
“Heh heh, no you dumbass.” He pointed at the DVD player and it then showed Sabrina throwing up in the pot. They placed it back in the fridge and not even two minutes later, a chef added more instant mashed potatoes and water to the pot. Leon started to laugh at the plan.
“Oh shit man… what else did you do?” Leon slapped his knees
“Oh that’s easy, just made sure everything was as foul as I could make it. But enough of that shit, a’ight man? Who do we gotta face this week?” said Jake as he sat up on his couch.
“We have Tommy Knoxville, that punk who won the battle royal last week. He challenged US to two on one handicap match.” Leon’s voice was filled with disbelief that he actually had the gull to do that.
Jake shrugged his shoulders. “He has a death wish. What else can I say?”
“How about more than that for starters, Jake.” Leon got up off the couch.
“Ey yo listen up my Killaz. I ain't gonna be to long, 'cuz there ain't much to say. Me and Leon, the Natural Born Killaz made a statement last week. Making quick work of Dahila and little mac, we showed we live up to what we called ourselves. And this week, it seems all to fuckin’ easy yo.
“You got this little stoner kid from 'nobody gives a fuck-ville', in Knoxville, thinking he can come in, and challenge the Killaz to a match, and thinks he can win. That be like bringing a knife to a gun fight. Sure, he may have won a match with others fightin' but it was every man for themselves. This time, it's two on one, just because this little cracka thinks he's capable of taking us on. Fuck that, the truth is clear.
“He came back from some long ass stint in Mexico, and had the guts to go against a couple of real life gangstas. Two men who grew up on the streets, hustlin' and fuckin' like kings. I would say that you musta drank too much water down there, but my partner's girl grew up there, and as we all know...damn she's got a nice booty. All I say is, you musta had a couple hundred to many worms to take on this fuckin’ challenge.
“I know that other handicap matches have happened, with the lone man winning it. But the lone man in those matches is often somebody who can knock your head off with zero effort. This time, it's two of those men.
“So I ask this Knoxville? What you on. What you on, to think that you can try to face us, and hope for the best. I wanna know, because maybe I want to smoke it up myself, especially after I personally kick yo ass, nevermind the combo of both of APW's Killaz.
“Tommy Knoxville. You better be prepared for the pain, because the Killaz are comin' for ya. And we ain't leavin' 'til you can no longer stand. That's how bad we're gonna fuck you up. It ain't personal. It's a real way to send a statement.” Then Jake finally sat down and watched his lava lamp once more.
Leon didn’t have anything to say. For once his partner showed his true colors and actually spoke his mind. However there was one thing on his mind.
“Are you sure his name is TOMMY Knoxville and not Johnny Knoxville? ‘Cause only a Jackass would take APW’s baddest mother fuckers on.” Said the only black biker that Leon knew. Still, Leon looked at his opponent and kind of wondered this to some degree as Johnny Knoxville is an actor.
[/i]In the kitchen, although he’s a waiter, APW’s Original Gangsta has been sharing his “advice” with the cooks and chefs. One chef dropped raw chicken on the floor. Instead of throwing it away, the cook washed off the chicken and threw it into a frying pan to cook. Normally a responsible employee who over saw this would inform a manager about such negligence, but Jake Titan was asked to take care of the opposition. Right now, this bar and grille would go down faster than our beloved gangsta on a $2 hooker.
Noticing pot of boiling corn, Jake quickly surveyed his area. Seeing no one was paying attention to him, he hocked up phlegm and spat into the pot. Grabbing a tray full of food, Jake walked over to the table that he served. Three people thanked him and began to eat their food; little did they know the truth of the Food & Beverage Industry. So many health codes, but no one man can remember it all. Except the managers and owners, unfortunately for them Jake Titan really worked for Randy Roberts.
Once more Jake returned to the kitchen with several other waiters and waitresses. One Egyptian girl was complaining to several of the cooks. “Sorry guys, table 32 sent their food back, AGAIN! This time she said it was over cooked.”
“Bull shit, Sabrina.” Our main man Jake Titan walked up. “I have to see this. Mind if I cut in?”
The young waitress shrugged her shoulders. “Knock yourself out Jake.”
Taking the remade food, Jake walked out and acted like any respectable server. Six women were in one booth, each of them being as obnoxious and rude as they could possibly be. A big smile on his face, Jake up a servers table and began passing out the meals. “Hello ladies, my name is Jake, Sabrina is on break. Are you ladies all right? Can I get any of your refills on your drinks?”
Despite how kind and professional Jake was, one woman who ordered Chicken Parmesan, glared at Jake and angrily bore her teeth. “Yes Jake, I have a question. How smart do you need to be to serve at a restaurant or even cook for that matter? I told that stupid twat not to have my chicken cooked LIGHTLY and NOT to use Oregano! They still did it! I don’t know when you or she got her GED, but this is unacceptable! Do your damn job right!”
Jake just smiled at the woman and took the plate back. The moment got back, Jake and the chefs nodded. “She wants to shit on us, let’s shit on her.”
A newly made Chicken is placed on a plat. One chef coughed all over it, a second one lowered it below the table and presumably rubbed his gentiles over it. Sabrina, the original waitress for that table, wiped sweat off with a spoon and spread it on. Finally we got Jake who simply blew his nose on it. It was put back in the pan to allow the cheese to melt. Just to further spice it up one of the chefs dropped a spoon on the floor then served the vegetables that our “hero” spat in early. With the meal prepared and put back on his server’s platter, Jake got up and left.
Bowing his head courteously, Jake served the last plate once more. “Here you are ma’am, I apologize for the wait.”
“About time.” She said and cut a piece of the food. Taking in the aroma and taste first, the lady slowly chewed. Satisfied that all is well, Jake left and held back his laughter.
Again he has returned to the kitchen to see the cooks back at work, the lunch rush was rather busy. Moving quickly, Jake went back to his original job that he was hired for: bussing tables. This was a degrading job. Even though he owed a massive amount of back rent to Randy “The Outlaw” Roberts, couldn’t he have done something more in line with what he’s good at? Couldn’t Jake have just beaten up the owner or even set the place on fire?
But Jake Titan is for hire. Whatever job it is, if it’ll cause him to earn a few bucks to get out of debt, Jack will do it. This week he had to sabotage his land lord’s opposition. Next week he could be a garbage man if that’s the work that Randy or Leon found him.
Speaking of Leon, it was good to see his Canadian partner again. Jake wouldn’t admit it, but he saw Leon as a friend because neither guy was willing to admit it, one could say they’re homies. Dishes after dishes just kept coming in; luckily for Jake he was further back. There was a scrawny white boy next to him helping him out.
“Ever get hungry while eating man?”
Jake looked over and read his name. “Yeah Kevin, but let me tell you something. It’s well known, almost time honored, that when you’re clearing off the plates to grab something to eat.”
Kevin lifted up a plate of half eaten pancakes and sunny side up eggs. Take the plate off the boy, Jake put the eggs on the pancakes at them without second thought. Initially the new guy was disgusted but for some reason, he had a feeling that this sort of thing always happened. It was still gross. “Do you ever wonder who was eating from that before or if they were sick or anything?”
Jake shrugged his shoulders. “Not really, I don’t think about that. Yes I run the chances of Splenda or even someone having spit all over dis. But that’s a chance I take. Kind of like how I’ll go down on a woman. Nine times out of teen it’s disgusting and not fun, which usually they’ll taste like death and old sweat but there’s that one chance it won’t be as flat out disgusting.”
Kevin noticed that Jake is eating a half-eaten burger, one side with his teeth marks and the other with the customers. But for some reason, Jake was no looking at it as he placed several plates into the dish trash for the washing machine. “So what do you do now with that?”
“What do I do? This.” Jake continued eating the whole burger. “Yeah it sucks to forget which end is yours but I have yet to get sick from doin’ dis, homie.”
After running a few loads through their washing machine, Jake and Kevin brought the dishes out and set them aside. They let the others get to sorting them out, that wasn’t their job… or it was and they were too lazy to sort it out themselves. Once they’re back in the kitchen, one of the chefs point out Jake.
“Hey boy, aren’t you Jake Titan from APW?” A fat, think accented Italian Chef asked.
‘Yo’, if dis guy says his name is Mario, I’mma lose it.’ Although he didn’t say it, Jake definitely thought about it. “Yeah homie, I is Jake Titan.”
Several of the guys gathered around and somewhat gushed over him. Comments about how he destroyed Bison back in GWE, his failure to win his first match at APW, some more about his & Leon’s win on the previous episode of Meltdown. But more importantly it came to this week: The Natural Born Killaz versus Tommy Knoxsville.
Tommy Knoxville, is this guy related to Johnny Knoxville? Who knows, certainly not Jake Titan. While Jake Titan has never seen huge fan gushing, he never got accustomed to it. ‘I’m just a normal guy. I ain’t shit.’ That’s what Jake Titan would say about himself. Rather it is that he was too humble or he just didn’t like fans, anyone can argue until they’re blue in the face. But The Original Gangsta of APW just didn’t like it when people gush over him.
“Look, I know I’m probably the coolest cat ya’ll saw in a long time. But I just need to get cash and pay back my land lord. Ya feel me?” Jake walked over to the walk in fridge and shut it behind him. He grabbed a gallon of milk and drank straight form it, backwashing some of the milk back in. Putting the milk back up front, Jake made sure it was the first milk they grabbed.
He got out of the Fridge and saw the waiting staff and kitchen staff had now gotten bored, letting orders rack up. Instead of cooking, they were playing a quick game of grab ass. The men and women were laughing it up. However their boss walks in and he simply explodes on everyone.
“Now is NOT the time! Sabrina, you have two tables waiting on their appetizers. James and Eric, I don’t see those tables bussing themselves. Jake, your ass is on the line! I’m this close to firing you!” The red faced manager opens a space of about quarter inch in between this thumb and index finger. “I’ve been getting a lot of complaints about service since you started here! You better wow me, asshole! Now get to work!”
Everyone snapped into action and returned to their jobs. Except Jake Titan, he pulled off his employee tag and threw it at manager. Then the dish washer’s apron was thrown into the stew. “Fuck you ass clown. I might be a dishwasher here, but I AM A MAN!”
Before anyone else could react, Jake grabbed a well done steak. Walked out into the dining area, and threw it at a patron. The man it struck screamed loudly and fell down onto the floor. The burning of the grease and fat nearly scarred the man’s face, Jake jumped at one woman causing her to jump back and just before leaving Jake cups his hand by his mouth.
“We got rats here!” That little information, if it was true or false, is more than enough to cause everyone to panic and demand their meals complimented. This was a frenzy of true madness that Jake caused so easily with just words. It didn’t matter if he had proof or not.
As he left, Jake pulled out his cellphone and called up “My Bitch Ass Partner” on his cellphone’s contact list. It rang a few times, giving our less than employee of the month material man time to put in a blue tooth.
“What?” Leon’s voice came over very annoyed.
“What’s crackin’, dawg?” Jake said as he started up his motorcycle.
His partner was still clearly very annoyed. “Besides I think you’re the only black man in Canada that has a Harley Davidson, an American Motorcycle mind you, did you get the job done?”
“Yeah I got it done. Just come over you lazy ass son of a bitch.” Jake hung up the phone and sped off.
A few hours later at Jakes rundown apartment, Jake is lounging out on his couch staring at a lava lamp. There’s no music playing, there’s not even a television set at all. Despite finally winning, Jake hasn’t done much to his apartment but supposedly pay his massive amount of back owed rent. The door is violently pushed open and Leon Roberts walked through. He looked at Jake and kicked his leg.
“Hey bitch, what did you do now? You can’t leave me hanging.” He looked over and saw Jake had taken the time to buy what Leon believes is the world’s largest lava lamp. “Whoa… how much did that cost?”
With the biggest grin he can possibly make, Jake happily explained the lava lamp. “I blew entire last paycheck on that man. Give me twenty or thirty years, and dis bitch will pay itself off as a collector’s item, dawg.”
“So you owe my dad MORE rent?” A loud cracking caught Jakes attention as Leon got ready to bust up Jake.
“Naw, dawg. I ain’t like dat. He has my first check from APW. By the way, want to see something really cool?”
“Sure I guess, what is it?”
“Oh nothing, just a video camera of what I did to the mashed potatoes. I made sure they were salty.” Jake reached over to a portable DVD player and handed it to Leon.
Cautious that it could be surprise gay porno, Leon slowly opened it and turned it on. It was in black and white but sure enough it was the video of Randy Roberts unnamed competitor. Jake and Sabrina, the Egyptian waitress seen earlier, were kissing in the kitchen area. He whispered something into her ear. Sure enough she began to drop down on her knees and while one couldn’t see anything graphic, it was obvious what she was doing. Jake just watched Sabrina go to work on Jake, pleasuring her man or at least what he was doing.
Ten minutes, it took ten minutes for Leon to sit there and get to what Jake wanted to show him. Sabrina got back up from her knees and spat into the pot. “Seriously? That’s all you did?”
“Heh heh, no you dumbass.” He pointed at the DVD player and it then showed Sabrina throwing up in the pot. They placed it back in the fridge and not even two minutes later, a chef added more instant mashed potatoes and water to the pot. Leon started to laugh at the plan.
“Oh shit man… what else did you do?” Leon slapped his knees
“Oh that’s easy, just made sure everything was as foul as I could make it. But enough of that shit, a’ight man? Who do we gotta face this week?” said Jake as he sat up on his couch.
“We have Tommy Knoxville, that punk who won the battle royal last week. He challenged US to two on one handicap match.” Leon’s voice was filled with disbelief that he actually had the gull to do that.
Jake shrugged his shoulders. “He has a death wish. What else can I say?”
“How about more than that for starters, Jake.” Leon got up off the couch.
“Ey yo listen up my Killaz. I ain't gonna be to long, 'cuz there ain't much to say. Me and Leon, the Natural Born Killaz made a statement last week. Making quick work of Dahila and little mac, we showed we live up to what we called ourselves. And this week, it seems all to fuckin’ easy yo.
“You got this little stoner kid from 'nobody gives a fuck-ville', in Knoxville, thinking he can come in, and challenge the Killaz to a match, and thinks he can win. That be like bringing a knife to a gun fight. Sure, he may have won a match with others fightin' but it was every man for themselves. This time, it's two on one, just because this little cracka thinks he's capable of taking us on. Fuck that, the truth is clear.
“He came back from some long ass stint in Mexico, and had the guts to go against a couple of real life gangstas. Two men who grew up on the streets, hustlin' and fuckin' like kings. I would say that you musta drank too much water down there, but my partner's girl grew up there, and as we all know...damn she's got a nice booty. All I say is, you musta had a couple hundred to many worms to take on this fuckin’ challenge.
“I know that other handicap matches have happened, with the lone man winning it. But the lone man in those matches is often somebody who can knock your head off with zero effort. This time, it's two of those men.
“So I ask this Knoxville? What you on. What you on, to think that you can try to face us, and hope for the best. I wanna know, because maybe I want to smoke it up myself, especially after I personally kick yo ass, nevermind the combo of both of APW's Killaz.
“Tommy Knoxville. You better be prepared for the pain, because the Killaz are comin' for ya. And we ain't leavin' 'til you can no longer stand. That's how bad we're gonna fuck you up. It ain't personal. It's a real way to send a statement.” Then Jake finally sat down and watched his lava lamp once more.
Leon didn’t have anything to say. For once his partner showed his true colors and actually spoke his mind. However there was one thing on his mind.
“Are you sure his name is TOMMY Knoxville and not Johnny Knoxville? ‘Cause only a Jackass would take APW’s baddest mother fuckers on.” Said the only black biker that Leon knew. Still, Leon looked at his opponent and kind of wondered this to some degree as Johnny Knoxville is an actor.
