It has been a good many years since Morbid Angel has made a peep. It has been even longer since Morbid Angel made a wrestling appearance…Morbid Angel who has been not so much enjoy as tolerated retirement. Death has filled his retirement. He once surrounded by people who respected him as a leader passed on to the afterlife. The Great Blood Countess Bathory died of cancer two years past, Krieg was shot outside Morbidonia and Madam Homstingle committed Suicide shortly after the death of her family in a House fire. Morbid who is known to be a fan of death to say the least survived all of this. Having not been arrested or going outside for the last 6 months….the phone rings.

*RING, RING*

Morbid Angel:- “What”

Voice:-“have you reconsidered returning to the ring? Time is running out on that offer”

The line is silent for a good few moments before the sounds of breathing is heard.

Morbid Angel:-“Set it up! It is time to show the world that Morbid Angel isn’t over the hill! I can still kill motherfuckers!!! Get me the details!”

Morbid slams the phone and a grin crawls across his face and the scene fades out.

Hours later a van pulls down the long dirt driveway leading to Morbid Angels mansion in Morbidonia. For those who didn’t know that Morbidonia was a town that was near bankrupt and decided to sell it’s self on eBay about 10 years ago. Morbid who has been wealthy most of his adult life from his chain of funeral parlors, purchased the town for an undisclosed amount…slowly evicting people who didn’t fit into his idea…the idea of anit-christianity, Judaism and general color! At the end of year one Morbid Angel and his crew lived in the town with no one else. Now years later his crew is gone and its Just Morbid Angel living in an abandoned town in his mansion on top of what is known as Peck Mountain.
The van appears from behind the trees. The house its self looks worn and about to be abandoned its self. The once magnificent house now looks like this town…the interviewer and his camera crew exit the van and slowly walk up to the front door which quickly swings open! Morbid Angel stands before them looking much like he did before minus a couple years. He was wearing a black button down shirt and his black shorts and boots. Tattoos once showing scenes of death and evil now ripped with scars from multiple injuries. His face still with the inverted cross burned deep into his flesh to show his side…and the burn on the left side of his face…the gift from one known as the Corpse in the JWA…the only man Morbid Angel did not defeat.
Morbid motions them inside and they follow. They follow him down darkened halls and through rooms where the windows were painted black…finally stopping…at the kitchen!
Morbid Angel walks to the counter where a half made sandwich is sitting and continues to make his meal.

Morbid:-“It is time! It has been a very long time since I made my power known and I feel like now is the time…Mostly because I am not getting any younger and obviously everyone dies at some point…no I will not be like Ric Flair and wrestle until I am a worn out joke that people crack jokes on because of the bitch tits…nor will I stay long enough to be a jobber…I have been keeping up with myself physically…mentally the same as always! “

Interviewer:-‘Would you like to say anything about your match?”

Morbid:-“Like what? Triple threat? Against two people I’ve never heard of? Bitch please! I rather talk about how years ago I was getting banned on the circuit for being anti-somatic and for being too evil! Now look at this federation! The Nazi?!?! All these supposed to be evil jokes. You are all hacks! HACKS!!!!!”

Morbid puts the top piece of bread on the sandwich and takes the plate over to the table where he sits to eat.

Morbid:-“I did catch a little bit of “the Phantom Strangers” bit...Humorous as it were I don’t see any real threat to my body…maybe a few chops and perhaps lick my toes but other than that he looks like a cunt. Besides do we really even know what he looks like? For fucks sake he is a drawing! Or at least that’s how he appears to me. I don’t care if he had matches before but one thing I can guarantee is he will not get out of that ring OK…he will suffer in that ring…I will make him wish that any darkness he once thought will now have a face! MINE! Phantom Stranger, the only thing strange about you is your ability to think you’ll win. I know all this smack talk is UN original it’s self but believe me when I say that you and your entire bit…is laughable. Not like a Ray Liotta from Goodfellas but the kind of laugh that you have when someone you hate dies….you know the laugh…”

Morbid takes a bite of his sandwich as the interviewer slides him over two folders. Inside the folders contain their info as left on the roster…Morbid who always enjoys ripping apart people from just looking at what they think they are and seeing different in their eyes is something he always enjoyed.
Morbid grabs the top folder marked for TJ Thunder and starts reading.

Morbid:-“Oh shit! He is black! I always thought blacks were afraid of thunder! HAHA…well that was un helpful to say the least…You are black…you joined in November and you look like someone who likes to be taken to prison…what else is there to say? I mean I have no idea what your finisher is something…your from somewhere…let me guess…Atlanta? Detroit? ALABAMA?! Don’t worry homes when I smash your face the only thing you’ll have left is less pride and darker patches of black skin. Don’t expect me to sit here and dance around race because motherfucker…I have no morals and you as a person makes me want to puke! Mostly in your face…as a matter of fact I want to vomit on your fucking face after I knock you out! Straight up puke all over your eyes and in your mouth! Make you eat my puke! Yeah!!! How’s that? Good enough for you darkie? I know you might have a change but my worry level as almost nonexistent. You have to the best of my ability said anything against me or even the phantom stranger and your bio is a joke. Not even a good one…I mean damn. I’ll tell you how I dream this will go down… I beat your ass while The Phantom Stranger sits on the turnbuckle with his thumb in his ass calmly awaiting his turn as I kick your ass while trying not to get your coco butter lotion all over me…or that hair grease…then I puke on your face. I am done with TJ Blunder over here…NEXT!”

Morbid Angel grabs the second folder
Morbid:-“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Morbid throws the folder into the air and looks at the camera.

Morbid:-“Stranger…can I call you Stranger? I think I will….you consider yourself a good guy? A master of truth and honesty as it were. You have no home town or country…Well let me say this…even I have a country in which I was born and I am far more mysterious than you. My goddamn toe is more mysterious. Well seriously it has this mystery fungus…I made an appointment so it’s all good! But besides the point…what the fuck! The only things I hate more than Jews and Blacks are good guys! Batman over here thinks he is captain wow…I hate you! I hate you and I don’t even know a single fucking thing about you! Well that’s a lie I know the lies you have in your Bio. You were probably born in New York…upper state. Got beat up a lot then decided to work out and get big and fight the bad guys but then you realized that all the bad guys do steroids and still kicked your ass you turned to wrestling…well guess what! Everyone here does steroids! If you say you don’t you are a lying pile of shit. A good guy who does drugs! DRUGS!! What do all the kids at home think of you now?!?! I bet they just lost respect for you…I know I did…or did I ever really have respect for you? I’ll have to go with the second one…never any respect for you. I don’t respect anyone here! I see a very long line of victims that will fall under the Morbid foot. You and TJ Thunder will be the first of many. Be ready for the fight of your life because you may fight fair but I don’t and when it’s all said and done you’ll be grabbing a weapon to defend yourself and trying to cheat the entire time…I won’t stop…like a machine I will not stop until I have won…pain is something I ignore as there are greater things to achieve…I want to have the World title! I want everyone to fall to their knees and beg for mercy! I HAVE COME FOR VICTORY IN THE NAME OF SATAN!”

Morbid takes another bite of his sandwich and motions for the camera man to leave. The scene fades to a blood red!