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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 and lifts the EGW Championship belt high over his head in his left hand. 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 drapes the belt over his right shoulder and slowly starts making his way down the ramp.

"Now making his way to the ring...weighing in at two-hundred and seventy pounds, from San Antonio, Texas...he is the 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 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 belt underneath 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 high overhead in a Rock-like fashion while taunting the crowd before hopping down, handing the belt to the referee and waiting for his opponent's entrance.

Without waiting for the bell to ring, Major Devastation would try to get the jump on his opponent, looking to catch the Madd Hatter with a big right hand to the jaw as he hopped down from the turnbuckle.

Judging from the chorus of boos that began filling the arena, Hatter wasn't the only one who was upset by Devastation's sucker punch...but, then again, it's not as though the champ actually gave a rat's a** what the shitbricks in the audience thought. Mere seconds later, the bell sounded to officially start the match.

With his opponent leaning against the turnbuckle, Major would respond to the apparently less-than-sane man's rhetorical question with a shrug of the shoulders and another swing of one of his canned ham-sized fists...this time looking to connect with a left hook to the ribs.

CRACK!

The champ's elbow was somewhat sore after the most recent exchange between Hatter and himself, but nowhere near as sore as his head was. Devastation was one hard headed b*****d, but damn that headbutt hurt. His head lolled back upon impact, and Major stood there for a moment with his eyes crossed, looking at the arena lights, as he waited for some of the cobwebs in his skull to clear out before a wicked grin spread across his face and he snapped his head forward like a rubber band, attempting to return the favor for the meeting of the minds as he looked to deliver a vicious headbutt of his own. If it connected, the whole world would soon find out which of these two men had the harder skull.

The impact from Major's headbutt was pretty nasty indeed, considering that he had managed to rattle his own brains nearly as much as he did his opponent's. His head was throbbing, black and green splotches filled his vision, and his balance was skewed, resulting in the champ lurching to the side...coincidentally, right as Hatter pushed off of the turnbuckle to launch himself at Devastation.