Welcome to Gaia! ::

As the opening riffs of Metallica's Don't Tread On Me begin to play, the lights in the arena switch to an alternating green and brown hue. A billowing American flag appears on the titantron with the words "Major Devastation" appearing in the foreground over the USMC Eagle, Globe and Anchor logo.

He rises slowly from below the stage with the WWFG Intercontinental Championship fastened around his waist and lifts a US flag high over his head in his left hand. As the lift stops, Major Devastation salutes the crowd as red, white and blue fountains of sparks spray around him before making his way down the ramp.

DON'T TREAD ON ME!
SAY DON'T TREAD ON ME!

LIBERTY OR DEATH
WHAT WE SO PROUDLY HAIL
ONCE YOU PROVOKE HER,
RATTLING OF HER TAIL

NEVER BEGINS IT
NEVER, BUT ONCE ENGAGED
NEVER SURRENDERS
SHOWING THE FANGS OF RAGE

Now making his way to the ring...

SAY DON'T TREAD ON ME!

Weighing in at two-hundred and seventy pounds, from San Antonio, Texas, he is the WWFG Intercontinental Champion...MAJOR DEVASTATION!

SO BE IT!
THREATEN NO MORE
TO SECURE PEACE IS
TO PREPARE FOR WAR

SO BE IT!
SETTLE THE SCORE
TOUCH ME AGAIN
FOR THE WORDS THAT YOU WILL HEAR EVERMORE...

As he reaches the side of the ring, he hands Old Glory to the ringside attendant and unfastens the championship belt around his waist and slides the title under the ropes before he performs a standing leap onto the ring apron and steps between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring itself, retrieving the belt in the process. He climbs the turnbuckles and plays to the crowd, hoisting the strap high above his head in a Rock-like fashion, while waiting for his opponent to make his entrance.

Once the lights returned to normal and Duality's music died down, Major Devastation handed his championship belt over to the referee and waited for the bell to sound. As soon as the match was officially underway, the Devil Dog would offer a lock-up. If successful, he would quickly attempt to catch his opponent in an arm wringer.

Duality was able to roll through the arm wringer, and caught Major Devastation with one of his own. Devastation winced slightly as the hold was applied, but before he could respond, the Marine quickly found himself in a side headlock.

The champ would try to drive his elbow into the abdomen of his opponent, in hopes of loosening the headlock, and if successful, would attempt to pop his head loose and slip around behind Duality in order to try to slap on a rear waistlock.

When Duality started to try running toward the ropes with the 270 pound Texan in tow, about halfway to the ropes, Major would try to put his 50 pound weight advantage to use and shift his center of gravity to essentially become dead weight and dig in his heels. If he was successful in bringing Duality to a halt, Devastation would then try to pop his hips and deliver a German Suplex.

Damn! The masked man known as Duality was able to land on his feet when Major Devastation tried to throw him halfway across the ring with a German Suplex. As the champ was getting back to his feet, he was caught with a dropkick that sent him tumbling between the ropes to the outside, where he landed square on his back with a bit of a grunt.

As the referee began making his ring-out count, Devastation quickly scrambled back up to his feet and would try to grab the ankles of his laughing opponent. If successful, he would then attempt to yank Duality's feet out from under him, looking to pull the masked man out onto the concrete floor below.

((Sorry. Finals Week.))

Duality was smashed into the spanish broadcast table back first and collapsed to the ground in a heap.