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This is a submission match for the EGW Championship. Now introducing first....

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 the bell to ring.

As Major Devastation hopped down from the turnbuckle, he was met with a barrage of clubbing forearm shots to the back that forced the reigning and defending champion down to a knee. After several shots, Devastation would try to fire back with an elbow to the midsection.

When Draze came back in for the boot attempt, Major would wait until the last possible moment before trying to roll under the bottom rope.

Devastation had rolled out of the ring to regroup, but his respite was short lived, as once he stood up he had 280 pounds crashing into him when Draze's plancha hit its mark.

As Draze began firing off a rapid-fire string of punches, the champ was left with little choice but to cover up and ride it out while he looked for an opening.

Major's perception returned in time for him to spot the chair being raised, and as the foreign object was raised almost to its apex, the champ would attempt to drive the heel of his boot into Draze's kneecap. It was time to quit being a punching bag and start hitting back.

If it worked, Devastation would try to catch his opponent's leg around the point of the kick's impact and jerk it out from under him in order to try to catch a knee lock.

Crap. Major Devastation ended up getting a face full of steel chair when he tried to go for the takedown, which resulted in him getting a real good look at the arena lights.