Jimmy and one of Bobby’s Bourbon Men, Cyberjaw, the man with the cybernetic jaw, have devised a plan to get Thunder Knuckles and Bobby Bourbon back into top shape for another shot at the Tag Team Championships. They've codenamed it: Operation Mount Tater. They pitched it as a money-making internet challenge, confident that they'd fall for it and get the results they needed. This is where we catch up with Thunder Knuckles and Bobby Bourbon, who stand at the base of a mountain, its peak can't be seen due to the fog. Both men look at the path ahead, it's steep and treacherous. Instantly, Thunder Knuckles wants to give up because he knows the challenge ahead, he is carrying a heavy burlap sack filled with potatoes. Bobby Bourbon, on the other hand, grips a single potato in his hand, looking at it like it stole his dog.

"This is ridiculous," Bobby grumbles, tossing the potato up and catching it. "Why do I only get one while you get to carry the whole sack?"

Thunder Knuckles chuckles, adjusting the weight on his back. "Consider it a fucking meteor, Bobby. Sometimes we carry more than our fair share, and sometimes we only need to focus on one goddamn thing. Besides, you know you’re stronger than you look."

Bobby raises an eyebrow,  "And what's this supposed to teach us, wise Bastard of spuds?"

Thunder Knuckles shrugs, making Warstien fans jealous that they no longer get to see their hero on XWF programming. "That sometimes, we need to fucking challenge ourselves. And sometimes, we just need to support each other, damn it."

With that, they begin their climb. The early part of the TRIAD trail is relatively easy. A small incline through a dense forest. Despite this, the weight of the sack makes Thunder Knuckles' steps deliberate and heavy. Bobby, meanwhile, strolls with ease, occasionally tossing his potato from hand to hand. With a rhyme in his heart, Bobby begins to bust out into bars.

One potato, two potato, three potato, four.
But math is for nerds and I find it a bore
We handle our business like we’re doing a chore
Time to take out the garbage before it spills on the floor
We rock the earth beneath us like we got bombs for the war
From the mountain top to shore to shore
We dominate the seas, the skies, and even more
Intergalactic, interdimensional, in your house through the front door!
The new kids on the block have no idea what’s in store
Natural Born Killers? More like blood donors for sure
Y’alls acclaims and fame will get ground up into gore
We’ll leave you as a footnote in our historied lore
We’re a pair of bad apples, rotten to the core
Now how do you like them apples? You only get what you pay for
Our opposition, barely that, a slut and their paramour
Vhodka’s a dumb motherfucker, Vincent’s her little whore

With a cheeky smirk on his face, Thunder Knuckles says; “I don’t think anyone can say it better than that.”

As the path grows steeper, the challenges increase. Loose rocks make footing uncertain, and the fog is beginning to set in. Thunder Knuckles' breathing is more labored, each step showing that he's getting in better shape. Bobby, sensing the effort his Bastardly Brother is putting in and stops tossing his potato.

"Need a break, man?" Bobby asks, glancing at Thunder Knuckles' strained expression.

Thunder Knuckles shakes his head no, sweat streaming from his forehead. "No fucking breaks. Just keep fucking moving. The farther we go the more money we make. One step at a goddamn time."

Bobby nods, respecting his partner's determination. They continue, the mountain is growing ever more daunting. The path narrows, the fog is becoming even more intense. Thunder Knuckles stumbles once, but Bobby is there, steadying him with a helping hand.

"Remember," Bobby says, his tone more serious now, "we're in this together."

Thunder Knuckles nods, the burden on his shoulder somehow feeling a bit lighter. They press on, the top is so close, yet still so far away. The air gets colder as Thunder Knuckles' muscles begin to scream in protest. Bobby's still just playing with this potato, keeping him warm.

Finally, they reach the peak. The view from the top of the mountain is breathtaking, the fog lifted, the sight of rolling hills stretching out beneath them. Thunder Knuckles drops the sack of potatoes, that land with a thud, he sinks to his knees as he catches his breath. Bobby stands beside him, holding his single potato.

"We made it," Bobby says, a grin spreads across his face. "Together."

Thunder Knuckles looks up. "Yeah. Together. You can only carry a fucking sack of potatoes so long, ya know?"

As they sit at the top of the mountain, the sun beginning to set, they realize the true value of their journey. It wasn't about the weight of the potatoes or the difficulty of the climb. It was about knowing who you can count on.

Bobby tosses his potato into the air one last time, catching it with a laugh. "You know," he says, "this potato doesn't seem so pointless after all."

Thunder Knuckles chuckles, leaning back to enjoy the view. "Funny how that shit fucking works, huh?"

“This was a good idea.” Bobby throws his potato, which causes a massive rockslide.

Thunder Knuckles nods, not caring who the landside might hurt, in agreement and says, “I know. I’m glad you thought it up.”

Bobby looks puzzled thinking this was Thunder Knuckes' idea. “I didn’t come up with this." That's when it dawns on him. "Shit, did our henchmen plan us a playdate? They’re going to take so many laps.”

And there, atop the mountain, with the world spread out before them, they knew it was only a matter of time before they'd become XWF Tag Team Champions again. All according to Jimmy and Cyberjaw’s plan.