01-01-2014, 09:40 PM
My how things have changed since we last seen Morbid Angel. Things were not going so well at the Morbid house. Finding himself to be a father and probably not a good one.
Morbid Angel is determined more than ever to make a man out of his boy…even if it kills the child!
At this current moment Morbid is clearing a room on the third floor of his mansion for little Xerces. The child was made to sleep in the basement among the corpses until after the match that took place just hours earlier.
The room that soon will belong to Xerces was once a storage room full of paperwork from businesses and from past federations he was a part of. Morbid was once a multi champion holding 3 belts at once in the JWA. World Champion, Tag Champion and The Necronomicon Title, ScW World Champion, WWA IC Champion and LWA Hardcore Champion. Many more titles passed to Morbid Angel them passed on to others and better and younger men took them from him. Morbid Angel entered the JWA hall of fame even. These things haunt an aging man more than anything else. Someone who was once something now struggles to keep up. Age has no friends and will take even the mightiest man down. Steroids was never a thing for Morbid Angel until recently. Around 45 he started losing muscle mass and decided to have a taste. That taste jumped him up to being the biggest wrestler in the XWF. To not be out matched by any.
Time still takes its toll on him. Joints ache, wounds don’t heal as quickly as they use too. Having to dye ones hair bi-weekly to keep up appearances. At this stage in Morbid Angel’s life he is in denial of aging and had all mirrors removed from his house. This way he can go on being the champion he once was…rarely showing his other side.
Years ago he was put on medication for having a split personality disorder and depending on the day you had an option between who you would speak to…not really an option as much as opportunity to speak with the other half…the good side….his name was Jakub and was referred to by everyone as Jakub the Inner Jake. Their battle was so great it caused Morbid to disappear from the scene at the height of his career. Costing him his titles and leaving him to battle himself. Then a doctor gave him pills and Jakub is gone. No more good side…but let’s pretend that Morbid Angel was always aware of Jakub and played nice through him as more of a mindfuck that anything else. Would that make him worse than before OR would that mean he has a softer side trying to burst out and what we see is show?
What we know is that he is brutal and unforgiving in the ring as well as when people touch his things…anyone would be.
Morbid has been getting advice from Shane
and a few other wrestlers on child rearing and as he quickly learned…you cannot slave them…legally…The room may be filled with history but soon will be filled with the future to the Krischiv Estate.
Morbid-“you all know me as the great warrior…I defeated single handedly mind you, Michael McBride, The Phantom Stranger and the sore loser Wyatt Reynolds. For those paying attention to the match clearly saw me destroy Reynolds and win then quit the gauntlet because I had to clear this room out. I had shit to do…but I still won! HA! I know what some are thinking…
Oh but the Tri Bute won the entire fight on some bullshit. That’s fine…if that
wants to pussy foot around and bullshit he can…fuck him…it was an empty victory anyway…I mean he only won because he was the last in and niggas be tired and shit. If I stayed to fight I would have kicked his cock sucking ass back to San Francisco! But again I am not here to talk about that botched fight. After all it was my fault for winning…then quitting the fight…not getting pinned what so ever. I DON’T GET PINNED! Motherfucker I pin people! Remember that!Anyway, word has it that I have a match…a 3 way as it were with Caliban and the ever so black Ray Peterson.
This Caliban really came from nowhere and for some reason the bosses think he can stand with a titan such as myself…who the fuck is this guy? I mean he confuses me a lot with his little song and dance but he looks like a bitch…other than that I am not sure what he is about…
Now Ray Peterson…I pissed this little girl off and now he wants some of the UNDEFEATED Morbid Angel! That’s right, this man once called me Moronic and now I am so great it hurts! I may even change my name to Morbid Victory! Has a good ring to it because I have yet to lose! Remember that…and why the hell am I even talking about these two bags of shit? I can just talk about anything I want and its all good…I am that fucking good I can talk about the wind and the smells inside it and that’s TV gold. Fuck that 11pm promo time! I get the first slot! We’re talking right before reruns of the Golden Girl’s and just after Dr Who…which by the way is a shitty show! Fuck that show!...David Tennant should have been the only Doctor! Who is this Matt Smith? I hope he gets AIDS…fuck him too!
You know once I actually fought off a zombie horde attacking my house? It was smashing! We’re talking these motherfuckers were everywhere and I battled my way through them and all my friends died…they became zombies and I killed them…sometimes they weren’t even zombies yet and I killed them because I don’t take those kind of chances! That’s what idiots do! Kill them first to make sure they don’t bite you. Actually when I got into my house my arch nemesis was sitting at my kitchen table drinking tea…I had zombie bites all over me and I was bleeding to death…I could feel it…I shot that bastard right in the face! That’s how I do! Blew half his head off too!...then I died. The doctors told me I was in a coma for two weeks and the dreams were the only reason they didn’t pull the plug. My brain was still working…good times! Right that shit down! I destroyed a zombie horde before I died! That is some movie-like shit!
Then there was this time I went to WWII Germany and they mistook me for a jew and tried to kill me…that shit wasn’t cool either…the doctors said I was severely concussed and delusional… every fun time in my life is not real sometimes…I remember the time when I was a child I saw my mother hang herself in the whore house that we lived in…it seemed so real…………….wait….that was real!...bad ass! That’s right I watched my mother die and still turned out fine! Regardless what those losers that lost to me say! I AM VICTORIOUS! FUCKING LOSERS!!!!!!!”
Morbid Angel was interrupted by his cell phone ringing in his pocket.
Morbid-“What……..what?......................they’re going to what?............................WHY!.............................WHAT!.........................But I am being nice!......................I’M FIXING HIM UP A GODDAMN ROOM!.............................I……………But………………when?.....................FUCK!...Fine!...................I Said FINE!”
Morbid violently pokes the “End Call” portion on his touch screen then throws his phone at the wall!
Morbid-“THESE GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING BAASSSTTTAAARRRRDDDDDSSSSSSS!............
The Scene Fades to a Blood Red!