The GM's Choice (Open to Devastator X)

[Hemorrhage is standing in the ring with what appears to be tonight's card]
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Hemorrhage:Hello UNWA! Tonight I'm going to ask a question before my match with Devastator X tonight, and I think we all want to know the answer.
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[He holds up the show card]
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Hemorrhage:Next to my match "it says match type to be decided by GM". Ok GM, what is tonight's match going to be?
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{OOC:Over to DX}

The Gigantictron will scream to life as Devastator X can be seen talking on a cell phone outside of a fancy dressed up door that leads to a boiler room. He looks at the camera man, who whispers to him the fact Hemorrhage is asking him to decide their match type. He turns to the camera and hangs up the cell phone. -

"Well Hem old buddy, the last time we fought you damn near ripped me in twain. I'm not sure that I'm prepared for another beating like that infront of my home town of Washington D.C.. I was thinking instead of a pinfall, why not make it a bloodfall. I might not have your technical ring skills, but I'm more than a match for you in a good old fashioned beat em till they bleed match. So tonight, we'll play First Blood, and see how the chips fall. I'd wish you good luck, but I'd be lying." -

Devastator X will open the cell phone back up and will begin talking again, totally distracted, like he was planning something big for the show. The tactician no longer tactical but reactical, a odd thing indeed.

{OOC: Done}