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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 official debut in BBW. 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. "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.

DING DING DING

With the contest now underway, Caliber moved into the middle of the ring as he sized up his opponent. The Minnesotan had a definite size and reach advantage, there was no denying that. The question was, though, just how would J.W. deal with it?

Simple. He'd just have to figure it out as he went.

Despite knowing full well that a contest of brute strength would be an exercise in stupidity, Caliber accepted the grapple anyway, and immediately tried to go for a side headlock takedown.

While Plan A was a spectacular failure, J.W. wasn't discouraged when his opponent started forcing him toward the ropes. In fact, he quickly came up with Plan B, which was to try to keep his grip on the headlock as he attempted to springboard off the ropes, in hopes of turning this situation into a Bulldog

Caliber was quick to return to his feet after planting Dion's face on the mat, and wasted little time on going for a follow up as he attempted to drop a knee on the side of the Hardcore Paladin's head, Harley Race style!

After delivering the homage to one of the greatest world champions to ever grace the squared circle, J.W. let out an ear piercing Rebel Yell, playing to the crowd as he gave his opponent a chance to get back to his feet.

((Moving right along))

Dion would approach the six-shooter quickly, attempting a Big Boot.