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The lights in the arena went dark until the USMC Eagle, Globe and Anchor emblem appeared on the blackened titantron screen before the background appeared to burn away, leaving a field of scarlet red in its place with the words Major Devastation above and below the ensignia in gold, military-style block lettering while Warrior by Disturbed began blasting over the PA system. Once the scarlet background on the screen was revealed, the arena lighting was replaced by mood lighting in a matching shade of red, alternating with gold to the beat of the music.

The Marine emerged from the tunnel with a US flag propped against his left shoulder and the Intercontinental championship strapped around his waist as the lyrics to the song began, stopping in the middle of the stage to salute the crowd as fountains of red, white and blue sparks began spraying around him before he started down the ramp, zig-zagging from side to side in order to high-five some of the fans.

I am now an instrument of violence
I am a vessel of invincibility
I cannot leave this undecided
Stepping down to battle another day

Remember me for all time
This determination is a vital part of me
Surrender now or be counted
With the endless masses that I will defeat

Come on bring it...don't sing it...better believe it

Broken down 'til your hope has died
Beat down 'til victory is mine
Stand up and show me some pride
And now are you ready?

"Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at 270 lbs., from San Antonio, Texas...he is the Intercontinental champion, Major Devastation!"

I'm one with the warrior inside
My dominance can't be denied
Your entire world will turn
Into a battlefield tonight

As I look upon you
Through the warrior's eyes
Now I can see the fear
That will ensure my victory this time

As he reached the side of the ring, Major handed Old Glory to the ringside attendant and performed a standing leap onto the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring itself, unfastening the belt as he did so. Devastation would then begin climbing the turnbuckles and playing to the crowd, holding the title high above his head in a Rock-like manner, while he awaited his opponent's entrance.

Major was starting to get the sensation of deja vu until he reminded himself that, yes, he has, in fact, done this before...three times. And there was, most likely, another repetition of this in the very near future...

Once he handed off the IC title to the ringside attendant, the Devil Dog decided not to wait for the bell before attempting to bumrush Rebz, looking to start things off with a wicked clothesline right off the bat!

After Major nearly took Rebz's head clean off of her body with a clothesline while she was preoccupied with arguing with a heckler, the bell sounded to officially signal the start of the contest...and once it did, the Devil Dog would attempt to blast his opponent in the ribs with a soccer kick.

Having no intention of letting up any time soon, Major would quickly attempt to wrap his arms around the waist of the Bruiser champion with the intention of launching her with a Gutwrench Suplex. People want to see domination and devastation? Well, tonight Major intends to deliver!

Staying down might not have been the best of choices right at that moment, as the Master of Disaster was soon back to his feet following his gutwrench suplex, and would quickly look to follow up by attempting to drop an elbow right onto Rebz's heart!

Oh crap... thought Major as his target was no longer where he put her, and the hard pine mat raced up to meet the point of his elbow. A groan escaped through clenched teeth as the IC champ rolled out of the ring right after impact to regroup, coming to rest against the security barricade as he clutched his elbow.

Leaning against the barricade, pain coursing through his arm, Major thought he saw something odd in his peripheral vision...and when he turned his head to get a better look, he ended up with a handful of sand being thrown in his eyes. With his eyes burning and scratchy, and his vision impeded by the gritty particles, the Devil Dog had no way to see who his attacker was much less the right hook that followed...but the referee sure as hell did!

DING DING DING

The official did the only thing he could at this point, and called for the bell signaling the disqualification as Major was sent tumbling to the floor with a jaw that felt like he'd just been kicked by a mule.

"Here is your winner, as a result of a disqualification, Major Devastation!"