[GORE GLORY] J.W Caliber vs Aj Styles

[Joseph KorkIan]

 

[So Many Styles]

*is in the ring*

 

[Veldrin the Shadow]

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. New company, new opportunities, Caliber thought with a smirk as he psyched himself up for his first outing in Rampage Wrestling. Time to show these folks just what the Dirty South Outlaw is all about! "Git 'er done!" the Texan muttered to nobody in particular as he stepped through the curtain.

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 grill

Guitars, 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. 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, getting a raucous pop from the crowd before starting down the ramp and high-fiving fans on either side of the entrance way. Judging by the crowd's reaction, it would seem that the roughhouse Texan's rabid fanbase had followed him to his new playground.

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...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 before climbing the turnbuckles and posing for the crowd, making a double gun motion with his hands. 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!"

((Would you mind increasing your font size a little? I have a really hard time seeing small pale letters.))  

[So Many Styles]

The Bell would sound off three times notifying the two opponents that the match had now started for the two. Styles felt like this was his moment and it was for sure time to show everyone in the back what he was capable of doing it. The Rampage universe wanted to know if this new guy name AJ Styles could bag up all his words in the ring and they where about to find out. As the bell would sound off Styles would look across the ring from his corner at his opponent , Caliber. He would quit the staring and head to the center of the ring seeking a lock-up.

 

[Veldrin the Shadow]

DING
DING
DING

With the match now officially underway, it would appear that Styles wanted to lock up. Caliber would take a moment to pop his neck before making his way to the center of the ring in a deliberate manner.

The South Texas Stallion locked horns with his opponent, and as the two jostled for position, the cowboy would quickly attempt to transition into an arm wringer.  

[So Many Styles]

Wanting to out smart Caliber , Styles would send a quick knee attempt to his gut tricking him into actually thinking he wanted to lock-up.

 

[Veldrin the Shadow]

The knee connected, driving J. W. back a step and momentarily causing him to hunch over, but the drunken cowboy would be quick to retaliate as he attempted to smash Styles across the jaw with a hard forearm strike!  

[So Many Styles]

The forearm strike would successfully connect causing Styles to stumble back on his f

eet.  

[Veldrin the Shadow]

BAM!

The impact of bone against bone could be heard loud and clear through the arena as the Dirty South Outlaw sent the so-called "Phenomenal One" staggering with that forearm strike! Quickly looking to follow up, Caliber would attempt to light his opponent up with a blistering knife-edge chop across the chest!  

[Veldrin the Shadow]

((48-hour auto hit...))

CRACK!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The sound of Caliber's chop hitting its mark rang out like a gunshot and could be heard all the way up in the cheap seats! The force of the impact sent Styles stumbling back several steps before he fell down to his knees, tightly clutching his chest.

The so-called "Phenomenal One's" predicament proved to be more temptation than the Dirty South Outlaw could resist, as J. W. attempted to target that nice, bright red handprint that was forming across his opponent's chest with a series of hard shoot kicks.  

[Veldrin the Shadow]

((Seeing as how my opponent hasn't bothered to reply in over 5 days or warn me about inactivity, I think it's pretty safe to call this...5 DAY AUTO WIN))

THUD!

YES!

THUD!

YES!

THUD!

YES!

THUD!

YES!

THUD!

YES!

With each kick delivered by the Dirty South Outlaw, the fans reaction grew louder and louder. Just as he was winding up for a big roundhouse kick to finish off the sequence, AJ bailed out of the ring.

Styles was coughing and wheezing, holding his chest as he began walking back up the entrance ramp. Clearly he'd had enough of the Strong Style Cowboy. Since the "Phenomenal One" had left the ring, the referee had little choice but to start the ten count.

"Get back in the ring, Styles!"

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Despite being counted out, AJ showed no signs of stopping as he kept walking toward the back.

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Styles paused for a moment as he got to the top of the ramp, still holding his chest after eating Caliber's precision kicks. It looked as though he considered going back, and he still had time to beat the count if he ran...but then made a gesture that could only be interpreted as "screw this" before walking back through the curtain.

NINE!

TEN!

"RING THE BELL!"

The bell sounded and the referee leaned over the top rope, saying something to the ring announcer, who picked up his microphone.

"A.J. Styles has been counted out. Therefore, your winner --by count out-- and new #1 contender to the 3 Crown Championship, J. W. Caliber!"