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Morbid Angel · (07-13-2016)

The final traces of the sun have been eradicated
as the earth has seen the coming
of our black domain
The lands are shrouded by the lunar shine
that now will be perpetual successor
of the radiance of the past
The world turns to black
Our army stands tall
Disposed to seat
Our final attack
Pathetic fear and apprehension fill
the hearts of the
feeble lambs once shielded by their decrepit reiuge
Their wretched shepherd has been devoured
by the savage wolves and
Now they realize their scoffing destiny has come
The world turns to black
Our army stands tall
Disposed to set
Our final attack
"I, the undevine, Supreme Evil
Feel shame for your pitiful human form
May your soul be purified
By my Deadly kiss of death!"
The world turns to black
Our army stands tall
In fury and hate
From behind comes the sword!

Many moons have swept across the sky, awaiting the return on our darkest enemy...Morbid Angel!

Everyone knew that his way of life was like a downward spiral of pure shit and hate, the same recipe that is the un-doubting downfall for many a man and even the less worthy woman.
Over the last few months Morbid Angel has been seen on the special rare occasion to dole out specific punishments to those bastard whores that decided to embarrass themselves. Morbid Angel is not a man of judgment, but he is a man of great power and authority. Not to mention a horrendous lust for the pain and screams of others. Something that he carried with him like a badge throughout the XWF, to shine forth like a blood diamond piercing the souls of the religious, the weak and the faggotty!
Interestingly enough Morbid Angel has not been as much of a ghost as people considered him to be. Considering how many big names ran from the XWF like a pack <img src="https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif"> trying to get one last poke at a shitty hole. The list is near as long as John Madison's dick but much more impressive.

Theo Pryce. Such a man could not be contended with nor could be beaten until he was whipped and dragged around the squared circle like a used tampon getting flushed down a shitty public toilet bowl...Bloody and smelling of shit and piss! To think he was once a man to be reckoned with in the XWF, to think he was one who thought he was "gods" gift to the world and now he is sucking cock to get enough money to purchase an eight-ball cut with 50% flower and 25% baking soda. How the mighty have fallen.

Austin Fernando, Lord of the over hype! Built up to be something big and important but in the end he is like the most disappointing orgasm you could imagine.
He is the equivalent to being jacked off by a woman with rough hands and no muscle so it's all fast and quickly goes slow and is very spastic, beating of the testicles with the idiots wrist. Pleasure not anywhere in the future of this sexually endeavor. Only to be finished with a friction burned raw penis.

Harrison, Gator, Sebastian Duke, Lux, Trax, Samuels and so on.

The list of names could go on and on but through all this one would mistake what is being said. People wondered with Morbid Angel was apart of that group of cunty whores and why would he be? Because he lost one time in his career?

Well, I'll goddamn tell you one thing, He was suffering from Orthorexia nervosa and this caused him to miscalculate that little Irish bitch and her shit! But isn't it amazing how even someone like her can defeat someone like Morbid Angel and always make you feel like you're watching some trailer park bitch that you know for a fact has sex with farm animals for fun? Showers on a regular basis? HA! Irish Springs says NO!

ladies and gentleman of the XWF, You can smell Ginger Snaps from 40 paces. Much like you can smell Christopher Isles but with Christopher it's more of a shit smell from his inability to wipe properly because he has been fucked in the ass so hard it left him with a partial prolapse and is constantly dripping shit, if he were to wipe, it would stimulate his anal muscles and make them expand as if it were expecting a fist or horse penis and subsequently allow large amounts of shit to fall all over.

See Christopher Isles has a fetish about holding his shit.

Chronic Constipation, if you will.

He shits only once a year, every time he gets those stomach cramps and needs to take an inhuman like shit, he would go to John Madison, Oaktree or Tyrone and have them pack that shit deep inside his guts and seal the deal with a sperm blocker! Everyone knows that those three managers were big on protein so they had a thick, sticky load that would form a barrier and hold it in place. Every week he would go to each of these GM's and have them plug him up and that's why today Christopher Isles is nothing more than a huge pile of shit.

.....I stray.

The sun is failing as the night takes over, the cold air on this summers eve rolls off the ocean and rips through the woods and into the bones of all. It is unseasonably cold for a day in July.

The camera pans to an old house that is not his. It is not the Morbid mansion that we've all grown to love and enjoy. This house was connected to the back wall of a cemetery. The cold, harsh wind whistles through the old iron gate and howls across the old crypts, blowing the aged dirt, swirling it into the air and against the old glass.

Morbid Angel stands emotionless as the strong wind cause the old home to creak and the glass to shake.

Morbid Angel fears no storm or threat of death. At this moment in his life he has grown to know and understand that death is something to accept. One day he will die and he is not afraid!

Fearing death makes one not a bright, there are no guarantees in this life except death and pain! You cannot stop it much like not being able to stop the rain from falling on your face while standing outside in a rainstorm looking up with no protection.
There is no reason to fear the inevitable. What comes from fear? Fear breeds doubt and desperation. Fear will make you beg for your life when you know it is futile. You will never hear someone bet for their life that knows when their time is now.

Morbid stands there for a few moments as the story picks up seed. The shingles are clapping against the old roof, the walls shake as this old, run down house was left to rot before the demon arrived to keep it somewhat company.

He stands there with his back to the camera, hands crossed behind his back but still looking like the same Morbid Angel we've grown to enjoy. His necklace of dicks have grown like some sort of homosexual Indian headdress , splayed in a fan shape from shoulder to shoulder. Peter Gilmours sizable cock rests like a pendulum admits less glorifying phallus's. One has to wonder if Morbid would actually wear these to the grocery store or does he just wear them for his millions and millions of XWF fans?

Morbid slowly turns around, the dicks sway from side to side and even after he is fully turned. He looks directly at the camera and begins to speak.

Well, I'll be god-fucking-damned! HOW THE FUCK HAVE YOU SHITS FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME!?!

It's not as if I'm incon-fucking-spicuous! I'm the biggest motherfucking motherfucker in this fucking fuck pit! I AM MORBID FUCKING ANGEL! COCK COLLECTOR EXTRAORDINAIRE!

But I'll forgive you all this once! JUST ONCE!

I know what you want to hear. You want me to go on about how Peter Gilmour is in this fucking match with me and how this with be the tenth time I defeated him. Let me give you a little background with me and Peter Gilmour.
When I just started in the XWF I wanted to tag team with him and go after the titles. He at first agreed but then quickly changed him mind because he found someone better than me. I took that as he thinking I was nothing more than a fucking joke. I spent the better part of a year chasing him down for a match and after many, MANY attempts to get him to fight me I finally got my shot and fucking destroyed him!
After I made him look like a little <img src="https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif"> that just got raped in the basement of some old mans house...That would be pitiful if you are trying to place the look.
Vinnie Lane wanted to go against advice of Shane and pick his partners instead of having a match to choose his partners. He picked me and Peter to team with him on the Trios which we were punished with a match against Lane that Peter lost so lane could regain his title.
There was also the time that Peter lied to me and said he got Unknown Soldier to team with him and wanted me to be their third for the trios. Needless to say, he didn't have Unknown Soldier teaming with us. It was fucking Cain the <img src="https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif"> !
At the time I was the Universal Champion and winning a Trios was not on my list of shit to do. He lied to me so I literally made sure he lost that match.
Peter wanted revenge against me for that so we fought...FOR DICKS! But he didn't want that, The kind of Hardcore wanted to have a standard match with standard rules. Fuck him! I was a multi champion! I made it for dicks and in an abandoned asylum. I not only fucked him up but I also but his dick off.
I went on to beat Peter Gilmour many more times so this is like a fucking walk in the park. Lets see if Peter can break out with his new wife. I heard her name had the word "dinky" in it and had a penis. Is that true?

Moving on to someone I really don't know.

Tush! Not that I don't know you. I just think you are complete shit! You went from someone that could not even speak English to someone that could and you just flip flop to whatever fits your needs. You are a Chameleon, switching back and forth between what you think people want to something else that others want. You are inconsistent and are just a fucking joke. Lets take for a moment the fact that you went from a wheelchair...not to mention the fact that you looked almost 70 years old to a young man in his underwear. Not to mention the fact that you got ripped.
So lets put our facts together, either you were playing at being a cripple that couldn't talk or you are actually crippled and this is just someone else that you allowed to use your name. One thing is for sure. You are crippled but only mentally!

Dimallisher Professor of Insanity

I have been in the ring with this cunt like 3 times and all 3 times I have walked away the winner. Nothing says a winner like a <img src="https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif"> who have a book full of nothing but Peter Gilmour pictures! I know...You betrayed him once but does that really negate the fact that you were literally his fuck boy for the last 2 years?
I mean just because he broke your heart and went on to suck Soldiers dick doesn't mean you don't love him. Love is not a switch you can just turn off and say you just don't. Bitter people say they don't love people. Are you bitter?

I think someone needs to fist your asshole to make sure you're not really gay. Are you up for that? Or are you afraid you would fail as my massive forearm presses your prostate?

Now we have the sparkling fairy bitch Alexis Riot. This woman was claiming to be the first female Xtreme Champion even after being told countless times that she was not the first. She wanted to sell herself as something special even though she literally stole the title from someone who was fucking sleeping...I can't remember that fucker's name...I guess they weren't important.

Other than that she was showing a little glimmer of hope but was quickly extinguished I guess around her first period. When it comes to women competing they should just stick to porn because lets face it, females can do only two things.
Take dicks in the ass and cook their husband's fucking food. Fighting is not for them. They always get sidetracked and love triangles. They just cause drama and that's why if I get a chance in this match I'm going to cut off your clit and start making a second necklace. It might not be as impressive as my Cocklace but I feel as a Cis male I have the right to do that. AND...I think you are ugly as shit!

Christopher Isles, the magnificent failure. He who comes and goes like the wind and almost has an excuse for every day of the week. I wonder if I should expect much from the likes of him. Shock me if you dare, or are you still too infatuated with some blowhards elsewhere?

I see no reason to speak on those other inferior women. The neither offer intimidation nor even a remote threat. I will leave it like this for now.

Morbid Angel stands in front of the window, now enshrouded in darkness. Thunder flashes him a visual of the boneyard outside. The roof starts to leak like a stream of piss a foot away from Morbid Angel. A yellowish tint from the old wood and other mess between the roof and ceiling. Morbid chuckles as he looks at the water expand into a small puddle.

The scene fades to a Blood Red

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