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.
The Suplex Shooter vs. South Texas Strong Style, Caliber thought as he prepared to step through the curtain,
let's do this thing! "
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 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.
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