The Devil has risen. The capacity OCW RIOT crowd is losing their mind at the wallpaper worthy image of the reincarnated Matsuda staring face to face with the OCW Legend Majin.

Even Bobby Minio seems at a loss for words as he cautiously slips out of the ring and out of sight, careful to never take his eye off of the dangerous man in white face paint.

The rivals soak in the moment, vulgar chants of “HOLY SHIT” slip passed the cable censors as they try to comprehend what exactly is happening.

Majin takes a step forward toward this devil, mouthing a few inaudible words that the cameras cannot pick up. Matsuda tilts his head, letting loose a demonic grin and flashing red tinted teeth.

At the drop of a dime the two break out into an all out brawl. Punches and kicks fly as the two bounce from corner to corner, each man getting in their licks. The crowd seems divided.

LET’S GO MA-JIN!

LO-TUS LAW!

LET’S GO MA-JIN!

LO-TUS LAW!

Majin appears to be getting the advantage, locking in Matsuda for his signature DDT, however the Devil slips out and grabs Majin up in a clinch and begins violently gnawing at his face, shades of a fellow LOTUS alumni, giving him the upper hand, which he uses to hit Majin with his own DDT!

With his rival incapacitated, the Devil gets an evil look in his eyes, followed by that wicked smile again.

He slides out of the ring and retrieves what appears to be a canister of gasoline, the sight of which pops the audience into a frenzy.

Eager to appease the bloodthirsty arena, Matsuda returns to the ring and begins to douse the Hall of Famer with highly flammable liquid--the first few rows cover their nose as to not breathe in the pungent aroma.

Just as Matsuda retrieves a match from his boot, Majin thankfully comes to his senses and wisely rolls out of the ring, making a wise but momentary retreat, slowly walking backwards up the entrance ramp. Devil calls for a microphone and sits indian style in the middle of the ring. He speaks, breathing heavily in excitement.

DEVIL: MUUUUUUGENNNNNN…

He speaks in a low, guttural tone.

DEVIL: IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED? IS THIS THE MATSUDA YOU CRAAAAAVE?!

DEVIL: Well the time is right, Mugen. The time is right, Majin. The Purge has awoken me, so the Purge I will serve, as if it were my own LOTUS. The OCW has returned to the State of Nature. A FRESH crop of PREY who need to be taught. An OLD tribe who need to be reminded.

DEVIL: So tonight… I remind them.

DEVIL: I remind them just who I am, and the horrible atrocities I’m capable of.

DEVIL: I remind them that past present or future there is only ONE LAW in this jungle, and that is to ADAPT or DIE.

DEVIL: And I remind YOU, Majin, that you can shoot your arrows from your Tower of Babel, but try as you might, YOU CAN NOT STRIKE GOD.

DEVIL: So I request a special canvas on which I may paint with your blood, Majin. A special stipulation that truly shows that you aren’t fighting MATSUDA, you are dancing with the DEVIL in the very structure in which I made a name for myself four years ago.

DEVIL: Majin, at Savage Lands, you will be my first noble sacrifice. A sacrifice that will be made…

DEVIL: IN THE CELL.

The Devil stands to his feet and throws the microphone out of the ring. The scene fades on Majin at the top of the ramp staring bullets at this creature with a narrow glare.