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As Caliber's logo filled the tron, the crowd in Dublin began to jeer loudly, not due to the Rebel flag that the Outlaw had embraced as of late, or due to his pretty blatantly racist and sexist actions over the last couple of shows, but because the Dirty South Outlaw had been acting like a total douchebag lately. 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 Dirty South Outlaw emerged from the tunnel in a slow, methodical pace. 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.

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, before beginning to make his usual 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...he weighs in at 235 pounds, from the Big River Valley of Deep Down Dirty South Texas...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 before quickly climbing the turnbuckles and posing for the crowd, firing the finger guns before flashing TOO SWEET. 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.

Normally, one would expect someone who had just been flipped off to be offended to some degree, but Caliber simply responded with a s**t-eating grin and a crotch chop. Despite their distaste for his generally douchey demeanor, the smarkiness of the crowd won out, and with that came a loud and nearly unanimous "SUCK IT!!!"

The forearm to the face knocked the cowboy back a step, but Caliber took it in stride as he attempted to return the favor with a forearm smash of his own!