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As the opening notes of Orgasmatron by Motorhead begin to play, the audience erupts in a storm of boos and the lights in the arena go dark, save for a single blood red spotlight in the center of the stage. The words "Major Devastation" form in blood across the titantron before fading into a montage of the most brutal moments of the Master of Disaster's EGW matches.

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!

He rises slowly from below the stage as he raises his left hand high overhead in a clenched fist. As the lift stops, Major Devastation mockingly salutes the crowd as red, white and blue fountains of sparks spray around him and his alternating green and brown strobe lights begin flashing before he slowly starts making his way down the ramp.

"Introducing the challenger...weighing in at two-hundred and seventy pounds, from San Antonio, Texas...he is '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 big Texan 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 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 begins taunting the crowd before hopping down and rolling out of the ring to grab a kendo stick while he waited for the "champ" to make his entrance.

The challenger wasn't really in the mood for grappling at the moment, so instead of accepting the offered lock-up, Major would attempt to deliver a kick to Draze's guts. If he was successful in doubling over the champ, the big Texan would try to blast him across the back with the kendo stick he carried.

With Draze down on his knees, the challenger would take the opportunity to try to smash the champ in his face with a knee strike.

The former champion wore a sadistic grin across his face, as it was quite apparent that he was enjoying the opportunity to unleash several weeks worth of pent-up frustration, and he would try to take out some more of it on Draze as he looked to move around to his opponent's side in order to potentially deliver a stiff kick to Draze's ribs.

Major didn't seem to be overly bothered by Draze's taunting...in fact, he was more irritated by the fact that his kick missed, but the challenger would try to answer the double bird with a kendo stick shot to the skull.

((Sorry about the late reply, but I've been pretty busy the last couple of days getting ready to deal with the tropical storm that's headed toward where I live.))

Crap. Major swung and missed with the Singapore Cane before getting brought down to a knee by Draze's dropkick. Unfortunately, he had to drop the weapon in order to prevent himself from ending up landing face first on the mat.

CRACK! The challenger got nailed in the ribs with the bamboo sword, and man did it sting like hell. Major winced and stifled a grunt as he rolled with the impact to put some distance between Draze and himself before coming up into a crouch.