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 Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 5:29 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 10:13 am
Here's the weight of the world on my shoulders...Before the theme started up, a wheel of fireworks went off around the titantron followed by a huge explosion. <******** the ******** the ******** the world- IS AFTER ME!!!  Cheers errupted through the Long Beach Convention and Entertainment Center when Cyrus' theme boomed throughout the arena. Finally, The Dream had made his return to BBW, and in the beautiful state of California no less!"From Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 225 pounds, the man the world isn't ready for, Cyrus The Dreeeeeeeam Everblaze!" Cyrus gazed out at the BBW audience and glanced around the arena. After a moment, Cyrus raised his signature chair onto his shoulder and started off down the ramp. When he finally made it down to the ring he slid his chair into the ring and followed it by rolling into the ring. Once in the ring, Cyrus picked up his chair and pulled himself back to his feet. He walked over to the nearest corner and jumped onto the center turnbuckle. Cyrus raised his chair in the air as the music started to fade out.THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD IS AF-TER.. MEEEEE!!!
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 7:37 pm
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. Vacation was nice, but it's time to get back to kicking a**, Caliber thought, grinning ear to ear. " Git 'er done!" the Texan muttered to nobody in particular. The crowd was expecting the opening notes of the country-western inspired intro to Volbeat's 7 Shots to ring out over the arena sound system, but Bad Blood Wrestling's favorite inebriated cowboy had something a little different in mind... DUM DA DA DUM DA DA DUM DA DA DUM DA DA DAAA DAAA... Well, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred dollar bills
And it kills, and it thrills
Like the horns on my Silverado grillGuitars, banjos and fiddles heralded the arrival of the South Texas Stallion as Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy) by Big & Rich blared over the PA system. Caliber lowered his head and took a deep breath before thrusting his index fingers skyward, duster coat shifting to either side, revealing the Crimson City championship belt wrapped around his waist as he threw his head back and let 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, getting a raucous pop from the audience before starting down the ramp and high-fiving fans on either side of the entrance way. And I buy the bar a double round of Crown
And everybody's getting down
An' this town
Ain't never gonna be the same
'Cause I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
'Cause the girls, they are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
On my old stud, Leroy...and the girls say,
"SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!"
Everybody says,
"SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!""And introducing his opponent...weighing in at 235 pounds, from The Big River Valley of Deep Down Dirty South Texas...the BBW Crimson City Champion...he is the South Texas Stallion...J.W Caliber!"And I don't give a dang
About nothin'
I'm singin' and bling blingin'
While the girls are drinkin'
Longnecks down!
And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
Or my Chevrolet
For your Escalade or your freak parade!
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town!As he reached the bottom of the ramp, J.W. took a lap around the ringside area, posing for pictures with the crowd while his theme continued to play. Once he got back around to the ramp, the cowboy walked up the steel steps and stepped between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring, quickly unfastening his belt and scaling the ropes once he did so, holding the gold high for all to see. 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. And I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
'Cause the girls, they are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
On my old stud, Leroy...and the girls say,
"SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!"
Everybody says,
"SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 3:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 9:33 pm
Cyrus set his chair against the corner as his opponent made his entrance. The Dream looked to rush the champion with a running kitchen sink just as he finished handing off his duster.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 8:52 am
Cyrus' cheap shot did indeed catch ol' J. W. off guard, and the cowboy had to grab the middle rope to catch his balance as he doubled over from the surprise running knee to the gut. Of course, Caliber wouldn't stay in this position long, as he quickly looked to retaliate by attempting to blast Everblaze with a hard forearm strike to the jaw.
If that was how Cyrus wanted it, then screw the shenanigans...IT'S TIME FOR STRONG STYLE!
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 11:07 am
((auto-hit))
Caliber's forearm strike to the jaw sent Cyrus reeling back. Of course, that was hardly a sufficient receipt for the cheap shot, in the eyes of the Dirty South Outlaw, who would attempt to follow up with a blistering chop across the chest.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 12:31 pm
((auto-win))
The sound of hand meeting chest rang out like a gunshot as J. W.'s chop hit home with enough force to not only knock Cyrus flat on his a**, but also to leave a rather visible and bloody welt across the chest of Everblaze. That was the kind of nasty chop that many a newcomer to the puroresu dojos of Japan experienced as they learned the ways of Strong Style.
As "The Dream" sat on the mat, clutching his burning and bleeding chest, the Crimson City champion made a familiar gun motion with his hand, and leveled it at his opponent's head as he took a couple of back steps before he "pulled the trigger" and burst into a charge, blasting Cyrus squarely in the face with the Boma Ye running knee that was better known as the .44 Caliber!
Needless to say, Everblaze dropped like a sack of potatoes as knee collided with skull. The South Texas Stallion quickly went for a cover, deeply hooking the outer leg of his fallen opponent, but it was a mere technicality. Cyrus was quite clearly KNOCKED THE ******** OUT!
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"Here is your winner...the BBW Crimson City Champion...J. W. CALIBER!"
As his new theme blasted over the loudspeakers, the Dirty South Outlaw asked the ring announcer for his microphone.
"Now I'm all for being 'Mr. Fun and Games' in the ring, but you wanted to disrespect me? You wanted to jump me...blindside me for no damn good reason? Well, guess what, Bubba: You disrespect me like that, and you can bet your a** that I'm putting you down HARD! And if you ain't down with that, I got two words for ya...GET SHOT!"
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