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While Caliber was pulling himself back to his feet, his eyes never left his opponent. As Bernhardt approached, the Strong Style Cowboy would try to take a page out of the ol' Ric Flair playbook as he attempted to catch Bernhardt with a quick thumb to the eye!

Having bought himself a little breathing room, Caliber would use the opportunity to slide back into the ring, not coming back up to his feet until he was in the middle of the squared circle. Besides the tactical advantage that the higher ground offered, there was also the fact that there was some give to the ring canvas, whereas getting tossed around like a rag doll outside sucked far far worse.

While in the ring regrouping, the champ would take a moment to reach for the flask in his hip pocket and take a swig. Was he trying to dull his aches with a little whiskey, or was he preparing a nasty little surprise for his opponent?

As Bernhardt slid into the ring, armed with a steel chair, J. W. slowly, deliberately replaced the lid of his flask before replacing the container. The Crimson City Champion returned the challenger's steely gaze, making no sign of actually having swallowed the fiery liquid within.

Would the champion get his clock cleaned by a foreign object?

Would the BBW Universe see the dreaded Whiskey Mist?

Stay Tuned...

With a gut full of liquid courage, the Dirty South Outlaw showed nerves of steel as his opponent circled around him. His body language resembled a gunfighter, preparing for a showdown at high noon.

Like an outlaw walking through the Valley of Men, he glared with the sunken eye of death. He moved his head from side to side and said, "C'mon you gutless slug! Fight like a man!"

As Bernhardt rushed at him with the steel chair, Caliber responded with a knowing smirk on his face, imitating a fast draw as he made a gun motion with his right hand and shouted, "BANG!"

Ah, the sounds of Big & Rich and a thoroughly pissed off and confused crowd were music to the Dirty South Outlaw's ears! Even the referee had a look of utter disgust on his face as he reluctantly handed the Crimson City Championship back to its rightful owner and raised Caliber's hand in victory.

"Here is your winner, and STILL BBW CRIMSON CITY CHAMPION...J. W. CALIBER!"

As Bernhardt approached him, offering a "congratulatory" handshake, it seemed J. W. was going to accept...before pulling back at the last second. With a chuckle and a s**t-eatin' grin, he remarked loudly enough for the camera mics to pick up, "Bernie, you know better than that!", before flashing the hand sign made famous by another little band of Outsiders...TOO SWEET!

Daisuke Ishikawa came out from the back, carrying a case of Sapporo. He was followed by a vaguely Asian-looking young lady, who was very clearly already pretty drunk. Daisuke and the girl entered the ring, and Swagspeare gave the TOO SWEET sign himself. The sort-of-Asian girl attempted to, but her intoxication had clearly already reached a level where she couldn't quite pull it off. He opened up the case and began tossing cans to everyone, yelling "GOOD ******** JOB" as he handed out the beer. The camera zoomed in on the two of them, giving the crowd a good look at the girl's shirt. It was one of Savannah Leonhart's old designs. Ishikawa popped the tab of his own can, and chugged the thing before grabbing a mic.

"Just....too....SWEEEET!" The Japanese import yelled, before downing another can. The drunk girl reached into the case and pulled one out for herself while the rest of the group was busy.