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The lights in the arena go dark as the opening notes of Orgasmatron by Motorhead fill the arena. The crowd falls silent, not knowing what - or who - to expect until the words "MAJOR DEVASTATION" appear to form in blood across the titantron...at which time the capacity crowd erupts in a storm of boos. The bloody words then fade into a montage of some of the more brutal moments of Major Devastation's last two matches...including him forcing Rakon to submit to The Unforgiven, Major delivering the punt to Draze which ended the Empire match at the PPV.

I AM THE ONE, ORGASMATRON, THE OUTSTRETCHED, GRASPING HAND
MY IMAGE IS OF AGONY, MY SERVANTS RAPE THE LAND
OBSEQUIOUS AND ARROGANT, CLANDESTINE AND VAIN
TWO THOUSAND YEARS OF MISERY, OF TORTURE IN MY NAME
HYPOCRISY MADE PARAMOUNT, PARANOIA THE LAW
MY NAME IS CALLED RELIGION, SADISTIC, SACRED WHORE!

Rather than rising from the stage like he normally does, the Master of Disaster would walk through the tunnel with his newly won EGW Championship slung over his shoulder as the signature green and brown strobe lights that accompanied Devastation's entrance began flashing. Major Devastation mockingly salutes the crowd as red, white and blue fountains of sparks spray around him, along with causing the crowd's booing to grow even louder, before making his way down the ramp.

"Please welcome the NEW EGW Champion...'The Master of Disaster' Major Devastation!!!"

I TWIST THE TRUTH, I RULE THE WORLD, MY CROWN IS CALLED "DECEIT"
I AM THE EMPEROR OF LIES, YOU GROVEL AT MY FEET
I ROB YOU AND I SLAUGHTER YOU, YOUR DOWNFALL IS MY GAIN.
AND STILL YOU PLAY THE SYCOPHANT AND REVEL IN YOUR PAIN.
ALL MY PROMISES ARE LIES, AND ALL MY LOVE IS HATE
I AM THE POLITICIAN, AND I DECIDE YOUR FATE!

As the new champion slowly made his way down the ramp to the ring, drinking in the hatred of the fans, he continued to egg them on by taunting them every step of the way.

I MARCH BEFORE A MARTYRED WORLD, AN ARMY FOR THE FIGHT
I SPEAK OF GREAT HEROIC DAYS, OF VICTORY AND MIGHT!
I HOLD A BANNER DRENCHED IN BLOOD, I URGE YOU TO BE BRAVE
I LEAD YOU TO YOUR DESTINY, I LEAD YOU TO YOUR GRAVE!
YOUR BONES WILL BUILD MY PALACES, YOUR EYES WILL STUD MY CROWN
FOR I AM MARS, THE GOD OF WAR, AND I WILL CUT YOU DOWN!

As he reaches the side of the ring, he slides the title belt under the bottom rope and performs a standing leap onto the ring apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring itself, retrieving the belt in the process. He climbs the turnbuckles and raises the strap overhead in a fashion similar to The Rock while taunting the crowd before hopping down, slinging the belt over his shoulder once again and jerking the microphone out of the ring announcer's hands.

WE WANT DRAZE! WE WANT DRAZE! WE WANT DRAZE! WE WANT DRAZE!

Major laughed in response to the crowd's chanting. "You morons can chant all you want, but the fact of the matter remains that Draze isn't coming because he has a little boo-boo! Ha ha ha...I have it on good authority that he isn't even medically cleared to compete tonight, which is a pity since I was looking forward to beating his a** to a pulp...again! But that still leaves the matter of his replacement. It doesn't matter who he is, because the result will be the same. This is my yard, and I'm the big dog...WELCOME TO THE WARZONE, BITCHES!"

"Ooooh...I'm shaking in my boots," the champ replied, with sarcasm dripping off of every word. "I could care less who you throw at me. Bring 'em on! Just know this...their blood is on your hands. Like I said before, there's a damned good reason why I'm also known as 'The Master of Disaster', and that's because of the trail of carnage that I leave in my wake, and next week you've just ensured that there will be three more broken bodies left in the middle of the ring!"

The GM's naivete drew a chuckle and a smirk from the big Texan. "It seems that you're quite confident in your hand-picked challengers. Do you think I'm all talk...that my bark is worse than my bite? All I have to say about that is that it's not bragging when you can back up everything you say, and I assure you that my bite is considerably worse than my bark." The former United States Marine paused for a moment as the smirk on his face grew even larger. "Now, if my memory serves me correctly, you've felt my bite firsthand, and it only took me ramming my size 12 combat boot into your face to put you down for the count...and during that same match, I leveled three men in less than two minutes. You also need to remember this: I've gone toe-to-toe with men bigger and stronger than myself, and walked away victorious...and that was with me playing nice. Mr. Nice Guy is gone now, and you're going to need to find some absolute monsters if you want to bring me down."

"We'll just have to see about that, now won't we..." With that, Major Devastation dropped the microphone and hoisted his championship belt above his head as Orgasmatron began playing. He then stepped through the ropes and down the steel steps, carrying himself with a level of self-confidence bordering on arrogance as he walked up the ramp toward the back while the audience booed the entire time.

YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!