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Morbid Angel · (05-05-2021)

There have been many wars fought over many things.
Some for power.
Some for glory.
Some for women.
This war that is coming and it’s coming for some chicken!
Morbid Angel has battled for many things in his life and mostly they were for no other reason than he was challenged or challenged. This is the first time it was a battle caused by chicken.
And how fitting is it that Morbid Angel fights because of a misunderstanding caused by chicken?

Chicken and property…yes that sounds more respectable. Even though there would have been no need for the battle if it weren’t for the chicken disagreement of 2021.

Here he is. Morbid Angel staring out the window of his megachurch at this shitty hovel built by that fucking bastard Ned Kaye.
It was a spite build so it was thrown together like a pack of

with hammers banging aimlessly to just get it done before it was time to pick more boogers.
But there is nothing more infuriating than the PA system they installed to project their incessant babble during Kyril’s church services.
There were many things that he could deal with. The building of such a place…sure, he could learn to live with it as long as the sound was kept to an appropriate minimum during working hours. But this was not the case.
Kaye decided to make sure that every time there was a function at the church that there was some sort of gathering involving being loud and playing blasphemous music which drove away many of the severely religious.
Oddly enough some people believe that hearing blasphemous music or speaking’s it could cause them to go to hell. The idiocy of some people is absolutely amazing these days.
It would take a belief in that type of action to secure your passage to hell…maybe it is due to the fear that they might actually believe it enough and it scares them. It would scare any believer that finally took a good hard look at what they were doing and saying and thought to themselves “Hey, this sounds like bullshit.”
It is much easier to blindly follow something comforting into the darkness and eventually to the void of despair because the only thing that awaits us all is the nothing.
We are and live in the now and the only thing that can change all of this is to actually live life to it’s fullest. There is nothing beyond what we have now and to waste what little we get is something that should sadden you.
To spend your days doing nothing, sitting in front of a game system, tv or sleeping should strike fear into your inner self. This is time you will never get back again and when you are dead there is nothing that could get you what you lost.

Morbid stands staring out the window at these bastards ruining everything he worked so hard to build. Looking at them doing it out of spite and in their own way of trolling.
Kyril has no time for this kind of shit! He was a busy man doing busy shit…like preaching and making money from the congregants.
He thought to himself long and hard. What if he never rejoined the XWF? He could have just run his church in peace but instead he had to over complicate everything. Now the entire world is looking at what he is doing and what he is saying during every service. He has Wrestlers in the federation trying to prove him to be a fraud every time he turns around. None of them believe that he is someone that has changed…perhaps he didn’t change that much if at all. Who are they to judge someone like Morbid Angel? Who died and left them the powers to rip apart someone else’s livelihood?
Now we have this…Nefarious character, Ned Kaye that wants to try his hand at destroying Morbid Angel and his clean name of Kyril Krischev. His attempts of running him through the mud will prove to be humorous. Just as humorous as when Alias did it last month and the person before him.
It’s almost like the followers of Kyril Krizchiv were blind, deaf and dumb…and

.
No matter what he says, they believe him. Even if it’s a shadow of the truth and should most certainly be called out as something truly nefarious…Unlike Ned Kaye. Ned Kaye is the margarine of nefarious.

So what if he’s a douche bag.
So what if he has a tiny penis…doesn’t make you nefarious. Makes you envious of others. Especially anyone without a micro penis.
But were not here to talk about his penis.
Were here to put a stop to this so called “Nefarious” guy and his bullshit Avalanche clubhouse across the fucking road.

The more Morbid looks at this building the more he gets angry. Is it easy to piss off Morbid Angel?

Yes.

He broods for hours at that window, looking and hating, hating and looking. Shooting dirty glares at anyone that walks outside the doors as if they could see him in his high up office window.
He was scheming at a way to rid himself of this eyesore of a building and make it so Ned Kaye and his cronies have to piss off back to the bowels of whatever hell they came from.

Maybe he could convert them!

“YES! This could work!” he thought to himself as he methodically stroked his beard.

He was going to show them the kindness of the Christian religion. He was going to lead them down the path of righteousness. Deliver them from so-called evil and alleviate some of their wealth from then in the meantime.

Now that he has a plan, he just needs to figure out how to execute the final product.

Convert them with kindness!

He quickly grabs his wallet from the desk and rushes out the door.

The scene fades to black.

It picks up again at a Dunkin Doughnuts.

Why?

Because he was buying shit to be neighborly to get them to join him in his religious crusade.
He figured that a dozen doughnuts and some nice cocoa would do the trick. After all it was still like 40 fucking degrees in Boston. Need something to warm the cockles.
Nothing says friendship like some fucking doughnuts.

As he selected the doughnuts he would not eat. Because he only liked the chocolate glazed ones. The rest can go to hell.

All the while he was thinking his plan would work. He could get them to join his church and give Ned Kaye a position in the congregation. Something minor but still to make him feel important to the cause.
Who wouldn’t want to join Morbid Angel and his badass church of god?
Imagine saying whatever you want under the guise of Jesus Christ and people will eat it up.
It’s like being Donald Trump.
No matter what he says people believe it with every fiber of their being. Even if it’s not the truth.

I guess you can say most people are dumb but that would be very insulting and not nice.

Either way, he has what he came for. He pays the cashier in cash and loads the doughnuts and cocoa into his SUV and headed for the Nefarious lair. On the drive he practiced his speech for Ned Kaye and his crew of miscreants.

“I brought you some doughnuts and cocoa. I had hoped you had a few seconds to talk about your lord and savior….”

He stopped abruptly and looked in his rearview mirror making eye contact with himself.

“No! that sounds dumb!” he grumbled

“I brought you a present to welcome you into the neighborhood. I would also like to have a quick talk with you about perhaps joining forces. Me, having all this power and control over people. I need a few good men to make sure things always stay smooth. Like bodyguards.”

Morbid smirked as he drove. He finally figured out what he would have them do.

Bodyguards! The cornerstone of any rich person. Except Morbid didn’t really need a bodyguard to protect him.
He didn’t fear anything or anyone.
But it was a job for them that had some aspects they would find appealing.

To be continued…

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