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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 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...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 performs a standing leap onto the ring apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring itself. He climbs the turnbuckles and plays to the crowd while waiting for his opponent to make his entrance.

This time, Major Devastation was prepared for the Insane One's charge, and would try to bring him down with a Drop Toe Hold before he could try to kick a field goal with the Major's family jewels.

After sending Wayne crashing neck-first into the ropes only to bounce off and wind up staring at the lights, the Marine would look to pull his opponent up onto his knees in order to try slapping on a side headlock.

The Master of Disaster managed to get Wayne up to his knees before getting dropped by a blatant low blow...too bad it was perfectly legal. He fell to his knees holding his crotch in agony.

With Wayne outside fishing for weapons, Major Devastation used the opportunity to pull himself up to one knee and try to recover his composition.

While Wayne was searching for an implement of destruction, the referee began counting him out. By this time, Major had recovered enough to be functional, albeit sore as all hell. He managed to finally stand up only to see the lunatic pull out...WHAT THE ********? Is that...a pitchfork?

He had something special stashed under the ring as well, but he'd save that particular surprise for later. Right now, he'd roll out of the ring to fetch some hardware of his own, resetting the ref's count in the process.

((No DQ just means you can't be disqualified...count-outs are still in effect. You must have been thinking about a hardcore match. mrgreen ))

As the ref's count got to 4, Major Devastation had managed to fish out a toy of his own...a steel chair! When he stood up, he was met with a nasty little shock - namely, a pitchfork in the a**. He would reflexively try to drive the chair into the whack job's gut, and if successful, would then try to assess the damage caused by the pitchfork stab.