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"The following contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."

Weather: Rain.
Wind: 4 mph.
Temperature: 69 degrees Fahrenheit.

((Waiting on Pantera! Yay a match with Marts!))

Creeping Death - Metallica played over the PA system. the crowd cheered as they heard the music. Pantera walked out and the latino audience sure did gave an ovation . Pantera stood there on the ramp, then he swung a few punches and elbows as the pyro shoot in sync with his movements. Finally he walked thru the ramp making his way down the ring as his music still played on.



He climbed the apron and got in by making a small jump over the ropes.

And her opponent from San Antonio Texas standing at 6'5ft tall weighing at 265lbs. Pantera!!!!!!




Pantera walked around looking at the crowd then turned to looked around for his opponents. He sure wasn't happy his shoulder was giving him trouble again, and he has dealt with injuries, worst of all beating his own wife...He climbed the third rope and motioned the crowd to bow down. After that he jumped off and laid against the corner as his music died.

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. Is it actually raining out there? Yep...well, ain't that just special..., Caliber thought, clearly not looking forward to wrestling in the rain. "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.

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 his partner...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.

Well, it seems that the South Texas Stallion has been volunteered to start the contest. Not that Caliber actually gave a damn either way.

The rough 'n' tumble redneck pulled out his flask and took a quick slug of the whiskey inside while he waited to see which of his opponents he'd be facing off against first.

So...Pantera was the one who opted to kick things off. Lovely.

J. W. approached the center of the ring, looking as though he wanted to lock up, but his actual intentions were to attempt to deliver a cowboy boot to the side of the masked man's leg.

Alright, so if the partner wants to start things, Ryan had no problem with that. He'd get his piece later on anyway.

Pantera's back hit against the canvas, he stayed down for a while keeping watch on his opponent, a lot people ignore despite his weight and and height he's one of the most versatile luchadors around. And grappling is one of his true strengths.