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 Posted: Sat May 23, 2015 9:25 pm
The roughhouse Texan was a house of fire as he introduced the big German to the mat with a lariat that would make Stan Hansen proud! Caliber spun on his heel and gave a little Ric Flair strut before making a finger pistol motion.
"BANG! BANG! GUTSHOT!", he exclaimed, just before attempting to deliver his signature Gutshot elbow drop to the solar plexus.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 1:27 pm
During the time Caliber was taunting and playing to the crowd before the elbow drop Bernhardt just lied on the mat, but the moment Caliber dropped for the attempt Bernhardt would attempt to roll out of the way so Caliber would hit nothing but the mat.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 8:23 am
It would appear that the champ slightly overestimated the effect that his signature lariat had on his opponent. Just as Caliber was about to drive the point of his elbow into Bernhardt's gut...THE ******** MOVED!!!
"DAMMIT! OW!", J. W. shouted as a jolt of pins and needles shot through his arm. Whoever coined the term "funny bone" needs to be shot, because there ain't nothing funny about that s**t!
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2015 8:35 pm
Bernhardt would keep rolling till he got to the ropes which he then started to use to help himself up and once he was back up to his feet he would look over at where Caliber was before deciding what his next move would be.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 3:21 pm
Caliber wasn't on the mat longer than a 4 count, rolling and clutching his elbow, because whacking your "funny bone" seriously sucks, before he got back to his feet. As he returned to a vertical base, the champ caught sight of his opponent who seemed to be trying to decide on his next course of action...of course, the cowboy was a little more concerned with trying to shake off that annoying pins and needles sensation in his arm.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 7:46 pm
Bernhardt watched as the champ started getting up to his feet and during that he would rush straight at the champ looking to nail him in the head with a running boot to the face!
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:04 pm
Between being distracted by that damn tingling in his arm, and the whiskey, Caliber was off his game just enough to not notice the huge a** German rushing at him like a Panzer until it was too late to avoid getting kicked in the face!
The drunken cowboy hit the mat like a sack of bricks, seeing stars as he lay staring up at the lights.
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By this time, J. W. had regained enough of his wits to remember where he was and what was going on, but was still sufficiently discombobulated that he didn't dare get back up yet.
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Realizing that it might be a good idea to get some distance between the challenger and himself, the cowboy rolled out of the ring, landing on his feet outside and stopping the count.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:13 pm
Bernhardt would climb out of the ring over to the side away from Caliber before fast walking over to where Caliber was and once he had a straight path towards the champ Bernhardt would speed up to a run and attempt to punch Caliber in the head a few times.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:21 pm
Bernhardt was a lot faster than Caliber had accounted for. J. W. had just began to fully shake off the cobwebs from getting kicked in the face when, once again, the German was all up in his business punching him in the face and s**t! What the hell, man?
Several of the punches hit home, staggering the South Texas Stallion momentarily before he got his guard up and fired back with a couple big right hands of his own!
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:35 pm
The punches from the champ connected pushing Bernhardt back a few steps before deciding to try and use his strength as Bernhardt would attempt to grab Caliber around the waste and if successful attempt to lift him up and ram him into the steel post of the ring corner to deal some damage to his back!
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:40 pm
Aw crap!
Caliber let out a pained yelp as he was driven spine-first into the steel ring post.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:42 pm
Bernhardt while still holding onto Caliber would back up a few steps from the post before starting Caliber on a trip to Suplex City by attempting to lower Caliber to his feet before attempting to belly-to-belly suplex Caliber onto the floor!.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:52 pm
Things weren't looking good for the longest reigning champion in BBW history -and his back would likely agree with that assessment- as the Dirty South Outlaw was tossed overhead like a ragdoll, landing hard on the barely padded concrete. The cowboy's back arched upon impact as he let out a loud groan and rolled over onto his side.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:57 pm
Bernhardt stopped with his assault smiling at the damage he had caused looking down on Caliber as the ref continued the count.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 9:02 pm
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By this time, the champ started crawling to the ring apron, using it to help pull himself back to his feet just after the referee's count reached 8.
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