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Unlike the previous week in Birmingham, the crowd had a definite mixed reaction as the tron filled with the image of the Confederate Battle Flag, just before the Sharpshooter Society logo faded into view, leaving the rather controversial flag in the background. Baton Rouge might be in a more enlightened part of the South, but it's still redneck country! Moments later, the banjo and snare drum filled intro to Doc Holliday by Volbeat began blasting over the PA system.



When the guitar joined in the mix, the Crimson City Champion emerged from the tunnel in a slow, methodical pace. The drunken cowboy would have been met with a rather hostile reaction for embracing the rebel flag if they were almost anywhere else in the country...but this was the Deep Down Dirty South! The the crowd was DEAFENING as nearly every redneck in attendance let out a Rebel Yell at the top of their lungs, and everyone else tried to drown them out with boos! As the tempo of the guitar sped up, J. W. shot both arms skyward with both hands making the signature "TOO SWEET" gesture that the Sharpshooter Society is so fond of, revealing the Crimson City Championship wrapped around his waist.

An outlaw walking through the Valley of Men
Glared with a sunken eye of death
Moved his head from side to side and said
"Come on you gutless slugs, FIGHT LIKE A MAN!
State your name and business, let's see what you got
Another body for the Hangman's count
Show me the bar and show me the cards!"
Hold on to your guns! Yeah!

Caliber paused on stage for a moment to take in the reaction of the crowd, but the rest of the Sharpshooter Society was strangely absent. Considering his opponent for the evening, and his recent agenda of wanting to prove that the Crimson City Championship that Caliber has held for the better part of a year now was on par with -if not superior to- the BBW World Championship, could the Dirty South Outlaw maybe want to fly solo tonight...or did he have an ace or two up his sleeve? Either way, J. W. soon began his leisurely stroll down the ramp.

Filled with bug juice, the moonshine in his hand
Hot headed with a temperament
The speediest, deadliest man with a gun
A bloody gambler, but a gentleman dog
A frontier vagabond who charms all the dames
"Hello ladies, how's your day today?
Let me introduce you to myself...
Doc Holliday."

"Introducing first...representing the Sharpshooter Society...weighing in at 235 pounds, from the Big River Valley of Deep Down Dirty South Texas, the BBW Crimson City Champion...he is the Dirty South Outlaw, J. W. Caliber!"

THE OUTLAW MAN'S ROAR

As the Strong Style Cowboy reached the bottom of the ramp, Caliber made his way 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. Caliber then hopped down and removed his bandana, sunglasses and black Stetson, handing them over to the stagehand at ringside with his shirt and duster coat following right after.

While Xavier was busy showing off his hardware, Caliber made a point of holding the Crimson City Championship high as he snatched the microphone out of the hands of the ring announcer.

"See this? For the last YEAR, THIS has been the REAL symbol of excellence in Bad Blood Wrestling! This gold around MY waist has been the only true constant in this company. The faces change around here week after week...hell, even the management around here is new, but the one thing that WILL NOT CHANGE is that the Dirty South Outlaw is, and ever shall be, the GOLD STANDARD of BBW!"

That being said, J. W. dropped the mic, which made a loud POP as it hit the mat, before placing a kiss on the center plate of his title belt and shoving it into the hands of the referee.

Seems that Good Ol' J. W. must have struck a nerve there with his little speech, seeing as how he bumrushed the cowboy and started throwing punches! Some people just can't handle the truth!

After the third strike, Caliber got a hand up to deflect the oncoming fist and would promptly attempt to retaliate with a vicious knife-edge chop! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The Strong Style Cowboy winced slightly as Xavier landed a chop of his own. "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?", Caliber shouted, getting right in his opponent's face...just before he attempted to fire off a second knife-edge chop!

Two chops found their mark, each forcing Caliber back a step, and each one packed a pretty decent sting. As X went to fire off a third one, J. W. would try to grab his opponent's arm and, if successful, intended to take the BBW World Champion's head off with a Short-Arm Lariat!

Normally, after landing a big shot like that Lariat, Caliber would take the opportunity to screw around and showboat. Tonight, however, he had something to prove and was a man on a mission!

As X was starting to get up, J. W. would press his advantage and attempt to deliver a heavy kick across his opponent's chest!

((My bad))

Xavier was trying to catch his breath back, when he looked at the cowboy swinging towards him! Dropping to back his side, Xavier managed to avoid the kick, and tried to roll back up behind Caliber and attempt a Spin Wheel Kick to the back of his head!