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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 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. Clear skies, mild temperature and a light breeze...at least this outdoor show wouldn't suck like the last one, Caliber thought, shuddering at the memory of nearly catching frostbite from wrestling in sub-zero conditions. "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.

Now that the buccaneer had finally decided to grace everyone with his presence, BBW's favorite cowboy stepped out of his corner and into the center of the ring, where he raised a hand, challenging his opponent to an old-school test of strength. Of course, if Captain John were to accept, Caliber would pull back at the last second and switch hands, intending to repeat ad nauseum in an effort to royally irritate his opponent.

Caliber was a bit disappointed that he couldn't have a little fun at his opponent's expense, since the spoilsport had to go and kick him in the side of the leg...which really stung! After the second kick landed, J.W. would try to catch Captain Hayes' offending leg and, if successful, would quickly attempt to send him to the mat via a Dragon Screw leg whip.

As Captain Hayes looked to gain some separation, Caliber moved in to close that gap. The Texan would attempt to meet the buccaneer with a flurry of jabs when he regained his footing and, if they found their mark, the South Texas Stallion intended to follow up after the third one with a good ol' fashioned Bionic Elbow!