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 Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 12:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 3:57 pm
((Oh, believe me, I intend to! twisted ))
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.
Major Devastation emerged from the tunnel, seeming naked without the World Heavyweight Championship belt that has been in his possession since his debut and that he is almost never seen without. Judging by the expression on the champ's face, and the fact that he decided to forgo his usual entrance and made a beeline for the ring instead, he was not in a particularly good mood.
"Please welcome the CWW World Heavyweight Champion, 'The Master of Disaster' MAJOR DEVASTATION!"
As he reaches the side of the ring, rather than making his usual standing leap up onto the apron before entering the squared circle, he climbed the steel steps and stepped through the ropes before taking the microphone from the ring announcer.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 4:17 pm
The champ took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, before he raised the mic to his lips. "I guess you all can tell that something's not quite right with this picture...that there's something missing. And you would be right. The World Heavyweight Championship belt, that I have carried with pride since I won it in my debut match back in October, is not currently in my possession."
Major Devastation had to take a moment to collect his thoughts, and try to calm himself down a bit, before he was able to continue. "Would you all care to take a guess as to why I don't currently have my world title belt?" Without missing a beat, the Master of Disaster answered his own rhetorical question. "That would be because some yellow-bellied, lily-liver, chicken s**t COWARD decided that since he couldn't beat me for it, that he would spray some crap into my eyes, handcuff me to the ropes, and take the belt! DAMIAN BLACK...GET YOUR b***h a** OUT HERE!!!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 2:07 pm
Without any music, light changing, or anything else Damian comes out the CWW World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder, a mic in his hands, and to the boos and hissing of the crowd. He stood there on the ramp a smile on his face as he looked at the Major, clearly he has gotten under his skin by stealing the belt, he holds the mic up to his lips "You rang?," he said sarcastically and in a pleased tone as the crowd began chanting "You Suck!"
"Now come on Major, is that anyway for the hero of these people to be speaking? With such foul language? With such disregard for moral decency?" he asked him before pausing for a bit to laugh to himself
"You know, you seem to be acting more like I do, with a blatant disregard for your fans, your upstanding morals, and so on. Now I know you want your title back and I'll give it to you, provided that you obviously win your match tonight otherwise it wouldn't be your belt but Joey Desch's."
Now see despite you calling me a coward and all those other lovely names, I'm actually a complete genius for you see since stealing your belt corporate has been calling me all night every night begging me to return the belt back, they even agreed to meet my demands. I'm sure you and your inferior intellect could figure out what I want and now thanks to me using my Brain, I've got the next Title shot regardless of who walks out as the champion, see what happens when you use Brains over Brawn, you get what you want, so don't worry I'll return your belt after your match later tonight till then I think I'll keep it with me" he said as he smiled wickedly and waited for the Major's response
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 5:17 pm
"You'd better believe that when the dust settles tonight, I'll be walking out of the arena the exact same way I walked in...STILL the World Heavyweight Champion, and if you were the 'complete genius' that you claim to be, you'd have realized that there was a much easier way to procure another crack at the gold...all you had to do was ask, bubba. I'm a fighting champion, and will take on anybody, anytime! If you had simply gathered up the testicular fortitude to simply ask for a shot, and I would have gladly granted it, but you just had to go and piss me off."
The Marine once again needed to pause to collect his thoughts, as he was practically fuming at this point. "Considering the fact that you had a shot at the gold just two weeks ago, and you blew it by getting yourself disqualified, and then hijacked the title, I honestly don't think that you even deserve another title shot, but that's out of my hands, so what do you say to this...after I deal with Desch tonight, we put an end to this thing between us once and for all? You win, and you're the champ. I don't cash in my rematch clause, but if...no, when I win, you NEVER get another shot at the World Heavyweight Championship as long as I'm still the champion."
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