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As he put the finishing touches on his entrance attire, J.W. Caliber could be seen pacing back and forth by the steps leading up to the gorilla position, getting himself psyched up for his next match. He took a slug of liquid courage from a flask in his back pocket just before tying his bandana in place, slipping on his sunglasses and climbing the steps. This guy likes playing rough. I can do rough, Caliber thought as he remembered his opponent's taste for the hardcore style. "Git 'er done!" the Texan muttered to nobody in particular as the opening notes of the country-western inspired intro to Volbeat's 7 Shots rang out over the arena sound system.



Stepping out through the curtain, the South Texas Stallion lowered his head and took a deep breath before thrusting his index fingers skyward, throwing his head back and letting out a loud Rebel Yell. "C'MON PEOPLE! MAKE SOME NOISE!!! Caliber shouted, as he crossed from one side of the stage to the other, trying to fire up the crowd before starting down the ramp and high-fiving fans on either side of the entrance way. The crowd's reaction has been growing steadily louder from week to week, as the newcomer has been picking up steam.

DOWN ON HIS KNEES, HE SEES THE DEVIL WEEPING, WHINGING HIS TONGUE
MR. CADILLAC DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HE'S BEEN FIGHTING HIS OWN
HE'S BEEN TRYING SHOOTING ALL THE ANGEL DEVILS INSIDE
PLAYING AROUND WITH THE GOOD AND THE EVIL IN HIS MIND
ALONE IN THE DESERT AND COLD...SO COLD

"Introducing first...weighing in at 235 pounds, from The Big River Valley of Deep Down Dirty South Texas...he is the South Texas Stallion...J.W Caliber!"

As he reached the bottom of the ramp, J.W. broke into a sprint and slid underneath the bottom rope, quickly popping back up to his feet and scaling the turnbuckles just as the steel guitar began to wail. Pulling the bandana from his face, Caliber tossed it into the crowd before he hopped down and removed his sunglasses and black Stetson handing them over to the stagehand at ringside with his shirt and duster coat following right after.

Before his opponent's music even finished fading out, Caliber wasted little time going on the offensive as he rushed the corner and would attempt to deliver a dropkick to the small of Cyrus' back while he was still perched on the turnbuckle.

With Cyrus now disarmed and trapped between the ring post and his opponent, the Dirty South Outlaw would attempt to continue working over the lower back of Everblaze with a series of shoulder thrusts to the small of the back.

Just as J. W. was cocking back to drive his shoulder into Cyrus' spine a third time, Everblaze threw his leg back and hit Caliber square in the gut with a mule kick. The roughhouse Texan staggered back, holding his midsection, nearly doubled clear over.

Caliber was just beginning to straighten his posture back to a fully upright position when he was caught with a clothesline that came out of nowhere and put the cowboy on his back.

As soon as he got up, Cyrus was immediately greeted by Caliber's fist, once, twice, and finally being rocked by a massive haymaker. Cyrus fell back a few steps in a daze.

The boot hit it's mark in the Lion's stomach and doubled over from the blow. Cyrus was then immediately planted into the canvas from Caliber's Snap DDT.