01-02-2014, 08:14 PM
Morbid who was still standing in the same parking lot when Soyers shows him the latest promo from the Caliban guy. Morbid laughs out loud and looks at the camera.
Morbid-“You called me a word with no meaning…actually you called me the last name of a soccer player…seriously…
You say I am a weak old man? How weak do you think I am? I’ve lifted 9 times what you weigh…the fuck…you are an idiot my little English crumpet.
You went on to talk about how good you are outside these walls and on the road…look here bitch boy the road has nothing to do with all this. These walls are all that counts dumbass! You seem to be missing at every point. We’re talking lacking at leaps and bounds here. So what if my English is bad…I admit I don’t speak it so well but that’s part of my charm and you sir are lacking in much more.
You were talking about leaving your body in the fucking ring! What the fuck does that mean? Little boy, at some point they have to remove the dead because they start to stink! I bet you didn’t even know that…remember “The Rot” is a’ commin’ fer ya…goddamn fools! What the hell is all this shit?!? Are you having a good time yet? Because you are acting special…like helmet special!
Why hasn’t anyone put me down yet? You know why? Because I AM THE DEVIL! NOBODY BEATS THE UNHOLY LORD!....but seriously I am a mortal man with mortal powers but I have been able to kill people with bullets…I guess that could be considered a kind of power…I am also strong as shit! We’re talking I will snap you in half and feast on your fucking liver while it’s still warm strong!
Morbid starts heading back to the hotel
Morbid-“Cliché he says? What the hell about me is cliché? I am so original I was hunted down to come here...begged and over paid to fight and ruin people’s lives! And I enjoy it. Call me the destroyer of man…
Legend on the road! My fucking ass you are! You are the worst whore on the circuit! Still nothing on you getting to play patty cake with those old men eh’? that is all the fans care about now is how much you cost! It’s OK though…a lot of people that look and act just like you do that kind of thing to…as you put it…keep food on the table…sex pays…
I don’t judge you or how you make your living…apparently you are good at it with your cute little vest and little panties…I am sure the Tri Bute will love to have your ass for dinner!
So don’t fuck with me little boy…I am much older and wiser and every wisecrack you throw at me I’ve heard 20 times over. You are the shit stuck to the bottom of my boot!
And how the fuck did you even get in on this match? It was suppose to be me and that charcoal boy Peterson! You come in and piss about and think you are good enough to even look at us!?!? Why don’t you fight Michael McBride? He is the best loser in the house…get you a few wins under your belt before you come at me like you are something wild and unbeatable.
You are the worst thing I’ve seen since Frodo Smackens…maybe after I spank you and send you crying to mommy you can visit Frodo and he’ll blow you! Then smoke a joint together…or did you mean cock?...Joints and shit! Don’t play me! IT’S ALL FAKE DRUGS!.............except for the steroids…that shit is real!
So come on Cal…can I call you Cal?
Cal, I can’t promise you a good fight…but I will make it quick. You are going to be the easiest thing I’ve beaten yet. Sleep tight!
And Ray…talk to me baby…you know I can’t live without your Berry White voice saying sweet nothings in my ear like how much of a vagina you are!
Now if you excuse me I have to take my son to dinner...because we are a happy family! Very HAPPY!"
The scene fades to a blood red!