Across Enemy Lines
Cross Promotional Event
XWF vs. OCW
From The DMZ in Korea
Tuesday, July 13th, 2021
War.
A violent act typically following aggressive irritation perpetrated by a bitter rival. Breaching the tense air which once stood as a tenuous pact.
They shove. You shove back.
War.
On June 20th, 2021 at Quarantined, Them No Good Bastards (Thunder Knuckles and Robbie Bourbon) appeared on OCW Television by hijacking the broadcast. Their words were every bit as aggressive as the manner in which they obtained a platform to present them.
The antagonistic duo lashed out at the roster. They ridiculed the cap. They talked down to OCW and all its wrestlers. They even called OCW’s GM a whore. OCW was put on notice. Their backbone had been slammed up against a cement wall. The brazen members of B.O.B. awaited a response.
They wouldn’t have to wait long.
OCW tag team champions, Krayzie and Byson Kaliban, answered the call. It only made sense. XWF’s tag team champions show up, calling the members of OCW’s roster out...they, naturally, should be answered by the individuals holding the dual straps featuring the OCW label.
So the stage was set. Invaders storming into an esoteric nation, seeking combat. Brave, confident citizens within this esoteric nation accepting the challenge. Willing to stand up and fight. Two brief but heated rivals ready to wage war with promotional pride on the line.
All that was needed was a setting.
The Demilitarized Zone. The peaceful gap separating two corrosive rivals. A tenuous agreement upheld by outside parties to prevent one country from invading the other. North Korea. South Korea. Two very different nations with one thing in common – pride.
OCW and North Korea are no strangers. Redacted, an event held in Pyongyang back in 2019, saw OCW put on a show unlike any the North Koreans had ever experienced. Kim Jong-un sat atop his mighty throne, witnessing all the action. A pact was formed. A bond created.
Today, OCW GM Who’Re runs her company very much like Kim Jong-un might run a promotion, if he were ever inclined to do so. It’s isolated. It’s secluded. It’s very much under her control.
South Korea, a nation wielding itself in a more democratic direction, rests its hopes and desires on the shoulders of two free-wheeling, uncontrollable members of pro wrestling’s most notorious faction. Thunder Knuckles and Robbie Bourbon cannot be controlled. They cannot be silenced. They are free.
Promotional lines are rarely if ever, crossed. Too much pride. Too much at stake.
Yet, on this day, in the DMZ, we will witness a very rare occurrence. Two proud promotions with over 40 years of history will wage war. Each promotion backed by a country that bitterly hates the other.
Sit tight and enjoy. War is about to be waged.
XWF and OCW are ready to go Across Enemy Lines.
~We cut to the DMZ! A pretty decent area is set up for tonight’s match. The ring is set up on a two-lane road running through the more commercial area of the DMZ. Stands are set up on either side...one set of stands are filled with South Koreans...the other set of stands holds a bunch of emotionless citizens from North Korea. The South Koreans are buzzing...eating popcorn or whatever snacks are popular over there. The North Koreans proudly sport shirts featuring their nation’s flag and the image of their leader. The situation is kinda odd. It feels a little combustible...the stares hurled across the ring at each group of fans aren’t exactly warm and friendly~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to a very special broadcast as OCW and XWF bring you...Across Enemy Lines!
Hood: And, for once, we weren’t thrown into the fuckin fire. I can only assume XWF is paying the technological bill allowing us to call this thing from Key West.
Smith: It could be OCW.
Hood: Yea, right. Those assholes would toss us into the Pacific Ocean with a bunch of sharks swimming around...covered in chum, if it added to the DRAMA
Smith: Well, that does sound fairly dramatic...and topical, given Shark Week is here.
Hood: Really? Didn’t that shit use to air in August?
Smith: Maybe? I don’t know. But I’m very excited.
Hood: Yes, I too am excited to see Great White’s breaching the water for the eleventy thousandth time.
Smith: Killjoy. I won’t let you bring down my enthusiasm because we are witnessing history! For the first time in OCW’s 20 years of existence, they are allowing their brand name to face another company inside the squared circle!
Hood: I don’t really think we had a choice, Hood. You can’t just go calling Who’Re a whore, ya know? Shit’s fucked up.
Smith: They did assault our GM’s integrity. Something she will not stand for! So, as a result, we’ve been gifted this incredible match-up.
Hood: Yea, should we give people a history lesson behind this shit?
Smith: I’d love to.
Hood: Make it brief.
Smith: At Quarantined, Thunder Knuckles and Bobby Bourbon hijacked the broadcast to insult and challenge OCW. Krayzie and Byson answered that challenge.
Hood: Yep, but they aren’t exactly ON the roster.
Smith: No, but they are in possession of the OCW Tag Titles.
Hood: Yes, but they aren’t exactly OCW Tag Champs.
Smith: No, but Krayzie is...he and his other son, Duce Jones, defeated R.O.S.E. at Redacted to become OCW Tag Champs.
Hood: So, where’s Duce?
Smith: Missing.
Hood: Ah, how very pro wrestling.
Smith: Taking his spot is his brother, Byson. The other son of Krayzie.
Hood: Soooo...XWF’s tag team champions challenged our roster to a fight. We answered by sending them two guys who AREN’T on the roster and who technically AREN’T our tag champs?
Smith: I mean, yeah, kinda.
Hood: Classic OCW, baby.
~Trumpets blare, for some reason. It stifles any and every bit of disorganized banter and movement. A few dramatic seconds pass before the North Korean national anthem begins to play~
Smith: It appears -
~A shot is fired in the general direction of Smith. He shuts his fuckin mouth. The North Korean citizens seated at ringside stand and give 100% attention and respect to what’s coming. In the distance, we see North Korean military members leading a procession. They approach the area designed for this special match. Once a certain line is reached, the North Korean military members halt and part. Between them steps a North Korean ring announcer, diVersity (lead by the gigantic member that’s been escorting Byson and Krayzie around), and the OCW Tag Champions, Byson Kaliban, and Krayzie. The North Korean ring announcer and the OCW Tag Champs enter into the ring. Members of Who’Re’s diVersity security team scatter around the North Korean side of the ring, for protection. The national anthem comes to an end~
Smith: Is...is it safe?
Hood: It’s never safe, Hood. Don’t you listen to Alex Jones?
Smith: NEVER
~The North Korean ring announcer is handed a mic. Krayzie and Byson stand by...at this point they are just going with the flow. It’s North Korea, man. Just let them do their thing until you’re given permission to do yours~
North Korean Ring Announcer: 위대한 땅 북한에서 온 사람들. 이 두 전사가 한국의 개탄스러운 반체제 인사들을 파괴하는 것을 큰 자부심을 갖고 지켜보십시오.
~The North Korean fans, on their feet, nod with great pride. Krayzie and Byson are busy stretching...pretty much ignoring these words that sound like angry gibberish to them~
North Korean Ring Announcer: 북한은 남한과 세계를 압도할 것이다!!!
~A HUGE, very organized ovation follows. These North Korean citizens would make a great ‘in-studio’ audience. The North Korean ring announcer exits. He motions toward the soldiers, standing just outside the DMZ. A couple of young women approach, carrying flowers. They enter the ring. The flowers are handed to Byson and Krayzie. Byson is like ‘wtf’? Krayzie kinda snarls, “I don’t want no fuckin blowers”. But...they don’t want to be tossed in jail so that weird scientific experiments can be done on them ultimately turning them into mindless zombies. So, they take the fucking flowers. The girls bow and exit. The North Korean citizens clap in a very organized manner~
Smith: OCW receiving a very North Koreanish introduction. Respectful. Dignified. Dare I say it...classy?
Hood: You dare.
Smith: I’m kind of impressed that we’re maintaining a level of regard for…
~No Good Bastards hits! The South Koreans go wild. Several disorganized chants...and a few American curse words they’ve likely heard via Cardi B are tossed around. The entire mood changes~
Smith: Nevermind.
Hood: Damn...I think I’d kinda like to live in South Korea.
~The fans are going wild! The North Korean citizens sit, arms folded, glaring in their direction. Entering the DMZ are the untamed, uncontrollable, free-wheeling members of B.O.B. Thunder Knuckles leads the procession, stepping through a seat of South Koreans with standing-room-only viewing of the impending match. He high fives a few...he talks a lot of shit. He teaches them the word ‘cunt’. Robbie Bourbon is closely behind, his tag title hanging over his shoulder (TK’s around his waist). Bourbon remains mostly calm and quiet, keeping his focus on the ring~
Smith: And here come Them No Good Bastards!
Hood: They certainly win the ‘which party would you rather attend’ award
Smith: Sure. But this isn’t about partying...this is about competing. And I’m sure Byson and Krayzie have been laser-focused on this match all week.
Hood: Like they had any other choice? I’m not even sure North Korea has television that isn’t NEWS.
~TK and Bourbon reach the ring. TK rolls in under the bottom rope...Bourbon storms up the steps, sliding in through the ropes. The ovation is loud. They aren’t heels...at least not in this scenario. They are South Korea’s adopted sons. TK and Bourbon hold their titles high in the air. Krayzie and Byson look on, holding flowers. A South Korean announcer appears in the ring~
South Korean Announcer: And, representing the free and sovereign nation of South Korea...Thunder Knuckles and Robbie Bourbon...Them No Good BASTARDS!!!
~HUGE ovation! The South Korean announcer really got a kick out of screaming ‘bastards’. And, her English is very good, might I add. What a fuckin convenience. The North Korean citizens shake their heads at this debauchery. Such out of control, unadulterated behavior. It disgusts them. The South Korean announcer exits the ring. A ref of unrecognizable ethnicity slides into the ring~
Smith: That might be the most neutral ref ever.
Hood: No argument from me.
~TK and Bourbon hand their XWF Tag Titles to the ref. Who then hands them to a UN official at ringside. The ref asks Krayzie for their tag titles. He hands the briefcase over. TK points and yells, “Open the fucking briefcase!” Krayzie blows him off, handing the briefcase to the ref who then hands it to the UN official for safekeeping, alongside the XWF Tag Titles~
Smith: OCW has decided to keep their tag titles safely tucked away in that steel briefcase.
Hood: Yea, but TK seems to doubt whether or not they are in there...or, at least wants to see them.
Smith: They’re in there. You really think OCW would pull something like that?
Hood: No comment
~Annoyed, TK turns to Bourbon. They discuss who will start the match. Krayze and Byson look at their flowers. They weight their options. TK’s back is to them. Bourbon’s focus is elsewhere. Krayzie and Byson nod and charge forward...they begin beating TK and Bourbon with the flowers!! South Koreans boo! North Koreans gasp in horror!! The flowers are destroyed...floral debris flying everywhere!! Bourbon and TK wince and brace for each impact. The neutral ref shrugs and points toward the timekeeper. The bell rings~
Smith: And we’re underway!
Hood: Seems kinda weird to ring the bell at that moment but, hey, when in the DMZ
Smith: The North Koreans can’t be happy about the destruction of those flowers. I hear they were plucked straight from Kim Jong-un’s garden of malevolence.
Hood: Huh?
Smith: Benevolence! I meant benevolence!
~TK is like “What the shit? Ouch! Fuck!’ Thorns seem to be poking and scratching him. Frustrated, Bourbon charges forward, thrusting his gigantic arms ahead...he sends the other three men tumbling to the mat. The hulking member of B.O.B. looks down, chest heaving with each breath. He’s sporting a few flesh wounds from the flower attack...thorns raking deep enough into his skin to draw blood~
Smith: That man is going to be a problem.
Hood: He’s huge. Like, cartoonish huge.
Smith: That is an observation one could make.
~TK rolls out of Bourbon’s way, giving him room to storm toward Krayzie and Byson. The OCW repped duo roll out of the ring, to the outside. They use this time to gather themselves. Nearby stands diVeristy1, observing the action...ready to step in should the situation call for it. TK rises...he checks out his arms...several scratches, just like Bourbon. The duo angrily kick the flowers out of the ring. The ref tries to get things under control...with TK’s backing, the ref is able to get Bourbon to stand on the apron. Krayzie and Byson return to ringside...Byson slides in while Krayzie ascends the steps and takes a place on the apron~
Smith: Alright...order restored! Thunder Knuckles and Byson Kaliban will be unofficially kicking things off here.
Hood: You think diVersity1 was hired to ensure OCW wins this thing?
Smith: I have absolutely no comment
~TK’s got his game face on. Byson, after being contained inside a hotel room for three days is ready to fight. They lock up! The South Koreans cheer. The North Koreans watch. Byson bullies TK into a corner. TK gets his right arm free and brings his elbow down into the back of Kaliban’s neck. Byson is temporarily stunned. TK spins him around and unleashes a flurry of wild punches. They connect all over Byson’s body...his head, chest, gut, arms...TK is throwing fists. He’s also pissed, “Hit me with fucking flowers. Are you fucking serious? Fucking WEAK!” Byson tries to cover up...but he’s already too far behind. The punches do their damage, eventually sending Byson to his ass on the mat, in the corner. TK adjusts...from punching, to kicking...several wild-ass right legged kicks land on the body of Byson until the OCW representative is leaning, half out of the ring, over the bottom rope. The South Koreans go wild~
Smith: Thunder Knuckles just assaulted Byson Kaliban.
Hood: Yea, I don’t think he enjoyed getting all scratched up by those flowers.
Smith: Nope. A sneak attack that is coming back to haunt the OCW Tag Champs.
~TK spits on Byson. Very disrespectful, the North Koreans seem to vibe. The South Koreans spit on the ground in front of them...they are unified! TK heads over and tags Bourbon into the match! A strong ovation for the larger, more menacing member. He enters the ring. TK grabs Byson by the arm, yanks him to his feet and whips him toward Bourbon...Robbie slings his giant arm and turns Byson inside out with a massive lariat!!! Byson hits the mat, hard! TK yells, “FUCK YOU!” at Byson before taking a spot on the apron. Bourbon pulls Byson up, slugs him in the gut with a massive fist, hooks him, and hoists him up with ease before dropping him over with a vertical suplex! The ring shakes from the impact! Byson arches his back in pain~
Smith: Tremendous strength shown by Bobby Bourbon. Shouldn’t be a surprise, I suppose.
Hood: The guy is fucking huge. It’s almost INHUMAN.
Smith: His size does seem larger than life.
Hood: Really jumps off the page.
~Byson rolls onto all fours, working to get back to a standing position. Bourbon is already on his feet...he smashes a forearm into Byson’s back, flattening the OCW representative face first on the mat. He doesn’t stay there for long...Bourbon snares Byson by the hair, ripping him from the mat and to his feet...violently, he whips Byson into the ropes. Kaliban sprints across the ring..he hits the ropes, bounces off and charges at Bobby. Bobby snares Byson, tosses him in the air, catches him and DRILLS him into the mat with a pop-up Spinebuster (Dinosaur Extinctor)!!!! Again, the ring shakes. The South Koreans cheer with glee. Bobby does not go for the pin~
Smith: Thought he might try to get the win after that impact.
Hood: Nah, he’s a vet. He’s a champion. He knows it’s too early for a pin. It’d just be wasting time and energy.
Smith: Indeed
~Byson winces on the mat. Again, he arches his back, this time with it planted against the canvas. His eyes shut, his teeth grinding. His back is searing with pain. Bourbon’s giant hand reaches into our view, snaring Byson by the hair yet again...and, once more, with ease, he hoists Byson up and tosses him onto his shoulders. Before Kaliban can catch up, mentally, he’s being wrenched in a torture rack!! Bobby cranks and pulls...Byson’s spine is being bent and warped. He yells out in pain. Krayzie, from their corner, shouts words of encouragement, “Hang in there, boy!” Kaliban nods, closing his mouth and fighting through it. The ref asks if he wants to give it up...no fuckin way. So, Bobby drops back and slams Byson into the mat with a Samoan Drop...a combination he calls Flatiron. Again, Bourbon foregoes the pin...he gets to his feet and heads over to TK. Knuckles’ hand is extended, he says, “Gimme some of that shit.” Bourbon tags the loquacious member of the team into the ring~
Smith: And now Thunder Knuckles enters.
Hood: I’m all for some Thunder Knuckles! You gotta know this is burning Who’Re up.
Smith: Yep, especially if he gets the pin.
Hood: Oh man, she might bust a titty.
Smith: Bust a...what?
Hood: I mean, if she got mad enough, it could happen.
Smith: No. It couldn’t.
~TK smacks Byson in the face, as he’s trying to sit up. “C’mon, bitch!” TK snares Byson by the hair...he gets him to his feet. Kaliban bends over, reaching for his back. TK smacks him across the face with a right hand...Byson stumbles into the ropes...he ricochets, slightly off...TK scoops him up and marches him into a neutral corner where he hangs him in a Tree of Woe. Upside down and helpless...Byson looks over to his pops (Krayzie). So far away. Krayzie continues to shout words of encouragement...hang in there, Byson! TK sees the bond between father and son and quickly stomps the fucking life out of it...boots to the face, one after another after another after another until Byson is hanging, lifelessly, upside down in the corner. TK throws his arms in the air. The South Koreans go wild “Tunder Knuk-kles!” They’re doing their best. The North Koreans, arms still folded, don’t look very happy~
Smith: This might be a short night for OCW. Have we bitten off more than we can chew?
Hood: Well when one of your opponents is a fucking cartoon character...I mean...what do you expect? Can cartoon characters even die?
Smith: Optimus Prime.
Hood: Ugh, bro. Still hurts.
~TK plays to the fans...he’s suddenly a South Korean elvis. These fans are going wild with love and fervor for the typically loathed loud mouth of B.O.B. Krayze, looking on as a helpless parent, leaps into action...he scurries across the mat and works on Byson’s legs...trying to get them unhooked. TK yells, “Check this shit out!” He turns and charges toward Byson...Krayzie gets the legs unlocked...TK leaps into the air for double knees...but Byson’s body falls and Krayzie yanks him out of the ring. TK’s knees SLAM into the bottom buckle!!! He tumbles backward, holding his knees in pain. The North Koreans unfold their arms...this is a sign that they are pleased. Bourbon stands on the apron like, ‘what the fuck?’ The ref rushes over, shouting at Krayzie and Byson...but they pay the official no mind. It appears as though rules and shit like that are going to be LIGHTLY enforced~
Smith: Not the strongest ref in the world.
Hood: Well, I mean, cut them a break...you’ve got North Korea and South Korea on either side of the ring...you really think the ref wants to be the deciding factor?
Smith: True
Hood: Imagine if he DQ’d Krayzie and Byson right there...ref would have probably ‘accidentally’ tripped and rolled into North Korea and vanished forever.
~Bourbon hops off the apron. If the ref isn’t going to do anything, he will. He storms around the steps and confronts Krayzie. Dialing back the clock, Krayzie pulls a move out of his ass reminiscent of the shit he was known for in the early 00s...he smacks Bourbon across the face with a spinning heel kick. It lands. Bourbon stumbles...but he’s far from knocked out. Irritated more than anything. He charges at Krayzie. He gets his hands around Krayzie’s neck. He’s about to lift him up when his grip weakens and he falls to his knees. Byson, on one knee, shoves Bourbon down after a massive low blow! Krayzie lays the boots to Bourbon~
Smith: The father-son dynamic is beginning to pay off...albeit, with some able-ism courtesy of this ref.
Hood: A shot to the nuts will bring any man down...cartoon or live-action.
Smith: TK remains down in the ring. If Krayzie and Byson can eliminate Bourbon then they’d suddenly force their ways into a prime position for capturing this border war.
~Krayzie helps Byson up. TK is on one knee, fist planted into the mat, working his way back up. Krayzie whispers some instructions to Byson. Byson nods and slowly, gingerly slides back into the ring. Krazyie looks down at Bourbon...he’s trying to get up...the surface outside the ring is concrete. Krazyie leaps up and comes down with a HUGE stomp, smashing Bourbon’s head into the concrete...rendering him motionless. He hustles for his spot on the apron. Back inside the ring, Byson crawls toward Krayzie’s hand...TK crawls toward their corner, where he believes Bourbon to be standing...but, he’s gone. TK has nobody to tag. He turns around and sees Byson tag Krayze into the match! The South Koreans sigh with anxiety. The North Koreans nod, pleased. Krayzie enters the ring and goes directly after TK~
Smith: How quickly a match can change. Bourbon and Knuckles were in total control...then Krayzie, bending the rules a bit, managed to flip this match on its head.
Hood: Bending the rules a bit? You fuckin serious?
Smith: Hey, they represent OCW. Be happy.
Hood: I mean, I am. But, still.
~Krayzie throws a roundhouse kick at TK, who stands a few steps from his corner. TK ducks. TK spins around and grabs Krayzie from behind, looking to lock a Full Nelson...but Krayzie drops to his ass and pops TK with a modified stunner!!! TK stumbles back, into the ropes. Krayzie is back on his feet...he snares TK by the arm and whips him across the ring...TK hits the ropes, he bounces off and is SPEARED into the mat by Krayzie!!! The South Koreans wince. The North Koreans give a very, very slight clap~
Smith: Krayzie one step ahead of Thunder Knuckles.
Hood: That old man should be drug tested. Can you take drugs into North Korea?
Smith: I mean, you can...but I don’t think I’d advise it.
Hood: Krayzie is crazy, man
~Krayzie remains on his knees, he pummels TK in the head with some straight right hands, keeping one half of the XWF Tag Champions down. Byson turns and sees Bourbon beginning to move. He pushes up, onto both knees. Kaliban works his back a little before leaping off the apron and bringing a leg across the back of Bobby’s neck!! He slams Bourbon back into the concrete!! The impact takes its toll on Kaliban, as well. He rolls around, holding his tailbone. Krayze snares a handful of TK’s glorious mullet and applies a chin lock, pressing his knee into TK’s back~
Smith: Krayzie slowing things down, now. I think he noticed Byson taking that high-risk move to keep Bourbon out of the equation and is waiting for him to recover.
Hood: Makes sense. I mean Krayzie has like 50 years of in-ring experience.
Smith: Twenty!
~TK, like most people associated with wrestling, hates a chin lock. It’s annoying and boring as fuck. “Fuck this,” he utters, fighting to get to his feet. Krayzie is unable to keep the belligerent member of B.O.B. on the mat. TK drills Krayzie in the gut with an elbow. He delivers a second! The South Korean fans cheer! The North Koreans fold their arms again. TK hits a third elbow! Krayzie releases his grip. TK charges into the ropes, he bounces off only to get smacked in the face via a superkick!!! He stumbles back, into the ropes, falling through them and onto the apron. The North Koreans unfold their arms. The South Koreans sigh with disappointment~
Smith: Thunder Knuckles tried firing up...but Krayzie, again, one step ahead.
Hood: At least he got out of that chin lock. I hate chin locks. The fucking suck.
Smith: They are effective at times in pro wrestling.
Hood: How? When? Who has EVER won with a chin lock? When has a chin lock EVER led directly to a win?
Smith: I’ll not dignify your hatred of pure wrestling with a response.
Hood: Yea, because you can’t fucking think of one.
~Byson Kaliban struggles getting to his feet on the outside. He looks for help and diVeristy1 extends a hand, helping Byson to his feet. Byson measures diVersity1 up for a second...taking note the individual’s size before heading back to his corner, with a slight limp. Bourbon remains down. Inside the ring, Krayzie has TK on his feet, on the apron. Krayzie hooks TK for a suplex...the ropes in between them. He lets out a grunt and hoists TK up...he stumbles back...he nearly loses control, but manages to drop TK on his head with a Brainbuster!!! He makes a quick cover. The ref slides in with a count. The South Koreans hold their breath. The North Koreans look on with quiet confidence~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Thunder Knuckles kicked out! I may not like the man...but he’s resilient.
Hood: Yep. I think it’s the fact he clearly never works out. Saves all that energy for inside the ring.
Smith: I mean, that is a theory.
~Krayzie pops to his feet. He’s winded. Hoisting TK up took a lot of energy. Byson extends his arm. Krayzie gives him a look as if to ask, “You good?” Byson nods. Krayzie tags his son into the match. Byson limps in, wincing from his damaged back. He stomps on TK before pulling him off the mat and applying a clinch. From the clinch, he pushes TK into a corner and begins to deliver a series of knee lifts into TK’s chest and face...anywhere they can make a direct impact. Krayzie, on the apron, keeps an eye on Bourbon...he’s slowly beginning to move~
Smith: Byson may be grounded due to his back...but he’s very, very good with his knees...like his brother, Duce.
Hood: Man, TK is tough but I don’t know how much longer he’s gonna hold out. Bourbon’s got to get out of his shitty situation.
Smith: So, you’re pulling for XWF?
Hood: NO...I’m calling the match! You trying to get me fired, mother fucker?
~TK leans into Byson...the knees have done damage. Kaliban releases and shoves TK into the corner...his body falls back into the buckles, which prevent him from collapsing to the mat. His face is reddened and pummeled. Byson bends over, reaching for his back. His wind is compromised. Krayzie yells, ‘Stay on his ass!’ Byson nods and dives ahead, burrowing a shoulder into TK’s stomach. He stands upright and slugs TK across the jaw with a right hand. Krayzie, meanwhile, sees Bourbon pushing up to all fours...he manages to get to one knee. Krayzie leaps off the apron and drills Bourbon in the side of the head with a dropkick!!! Bourbon flips over, onto his back...remaining down. Krayzie hits the concrete, hard...he holds his right arm and elbow in pain~
Smith: It’s effective, keeping Bourbon down. But diving onto that concrete...well, it could have consequences.
Hood: I hope Krayzie didn’t break his hip on that fall.
Smith: His hip looks fine.
Hood: I don’t know...old people break their hips all the time.
Smith: He’s not THAT old!
~Byson hits TK with another right hand...however, this time TK fires up with a chop across Byson’s chest!! Byson stumbles back, stunned. He responds with another punch. TK fires back with another chop!! Byson with a third punch. TK yells, “Fuck you!” and chops Byson over and over and over...staggering and stumbling Kaliban into the opposite corner...his team’s corner...only Krayzie is still nursing his wound on the concrete. TK has Byson backed into the corner...chop after chop. He grabs Byson under the arm and tosses him into the center of the ring with a hip toss!! Byson lands on his back...pain shoots through his body. TK is about to go after him when Krayzie hops onto the apron and snares him by the hair, yanking back and pulling TK to the mat. The South Koreans “BOOOO!” The North Koreans aim deadly stares in their direction~
Smith: I’ve got to say...the teamwork is top-notch between Byson and Krayzie. To be expected, since they are father and son.
Hood: I think Who’Re must have paid this ref off.
Smith: It is a strange dynamic...from what I understand about B.O.B. they are the ones who usually bend and break the rules.
Hood: Kinda hard to do that when you’ve been neutralized like they have, though. Krayzie beat them to the punch.
Smith: So far, he has.
~Byson gets to one knee. TK manages to scramble away from the enemy corner and uses the ropes to get to a standing position. He charges head first toward Byson...Byson pops to his feet, leaps up an drops TK with a Codebreaker!!! TK’s body snaps back, landing flat on the mat. He stares up into the Korean sky. Byson, holding his back...wincing from the impact it absorbed from that move...slowly crawls over and tags his father, Krayzie back into the match. Krayzie climbs to the top buckle...Byson takes a seat on the apron, leaning against the bottom rope for support on his back. Krayzie leaps off with a frog splash onto TK!!! He hooks the leg! The ref slides in~
1!
2!
SHOULDER UP
Smith: Whoa! Now THAT was close. OCW was less than a second away from stealing the XWF Tag Team Titles.
Hood: Two sets of tag titles and no tag division…THAT would have been CLASSIC OCW, BABY
Smith: It would have been something.
~Krayzie slaps the mat. TK’s resilience is strong. He grabs TK by the side of the head and beats the back of his skull into the mat a number of times, scrambling his brains (some people might question whether there are any up there but we at OCW think he’s very smart). Byson, meanwhile, struggles to his feet on the apron...his back is really bothering him. He leans over the top buckle, sucking wind. Behind him, Bourbon begins to stir. Krayzie yells, “KEEP AN EYE ON THE CARTOON FUCKER!” Byson nods, slowly looking over his shoulder. Bourbon gets to one knee...Byson’s far from feeling okay...but he’s got to keep the big man down. He turns, bends his knees and leaps off...Bourbon stands. Byson hooks Bourbon’s head for a Tornado DDT...but Bobby holds his ground...he tosses Byson over his head...Kaliban flips over in mid air and lands HARD on the concrete via a back body drop!! His back meets unforgiving, altered Earth. He yells out, reaching for his spine. Bourbon stumbles around...trying to regain his whereabouts. The South Koreans go wild~
Smith: Bobby Bourbon has just turned the tide!
Hood: Fuckin Byson. Duce wouldn’t have allowed that to happen!
Smith: Yea, but Duce might be dead, so.