The scene Opens to Morbid Angel sitting on a stool in front of a black screen. Morbid Angel has his elbow resting on his knee and his hand rubbing his forehead. Morbid doesn’t even look at the camera and starts to speak.





Morbid-”So…….I have AIDS…”





Morbid runs his hands through his hear and slightly looks at the camera





Morbid-”Ezekiel…WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME! Giving a motherfucker AIDS is not COOL! EVER!!!! Now people are going to look at me and be like “hey, here is that Morbid Angel !” I AM NOT A ! I got AIDS from needle use that I didn’t even want in the first place! EZEKIEL! I am going to fucking kill you! After all this and me beating you like what? Twice before! You decided to do this fucking shit to me? I AM GOING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE! I will use my body as a walking, talking weapon! AIDS will be my weapon! AAAIIIDDDSSSSSSSS!!!!! I will cut myself before every match all over and bleed so no one wants to touch me!!!! I will threaten them with my blood! MY BLOOD IS POISON MOTHERFUCKERS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!……………..”





Morbid Angel slumps back down and looks at the floor depressed…





Morbid-”No one wins with AIDS…no matter what…”






The scene fades to black.





The scene open’s to Morbid Angel at home in his backyard personal graveyard! He has been digging a grave next to the grave of his beloved.
With the snow and freeze they have been having here in New England he had some troubles digging so it has been a good while since he had started and now he is only half way to the 6 desired feet! Chunks of frozen dirt lay next to the grave snow falling over Morbid Angel.
He is swinging a pick axe in the grave! Hit after hit chunks of frozen earth fly up!
Morbid is dressed like it were summer here in the frozen wastes! Wearing a pair of his wrestling shorts and no shirt. The temperature was -15 on this particular day. Morbid Angel’s hair was wet frot the snow melting on his head! The cold didn’t seem to bother him on this day…Morbid strikes the ground with the axe again then stops…he slowly turns around and looks at the camera, he leans over onto the dirt.






Morbid Angel-”Hello, I am Morbid Angel! I have called you all to come here today so I can discuss my upcoming match against Kristy Jackson. A little unknown fact about Kristy Jackson is this…I popped Her tit! I did it! I don’t regret it! Silicone leaked from the crushed breast! And I’d do it again. I also hear she goes ass to mouth with Ezekiel Carter Williams V…that’s only because she is a skank that likes the taste of her own feces. With that being said. With all the vaginal stink coming from that horrid snatch she is wielding in those fucked up panties of hers. I personally believe if I burn her she will probably smell less and everyone will be happy…except Ezekiel who loves the stench! The stench of shit and piss all over his face!

I’ve seen prostitutes that had better hygiene than Kristy Jackson! And that isn’t a compliment to the whores working…they are still nasty! That means she is nasty! Her beating of Charlotte Dyson was BULLSHIT! I WAS THE REFEREE FOR THAT MATCH! SHE HAD NO RIGHT TO GET THAT PIN! I was the only one allowed to count the 3 on my fucking show! KRISTY JACKSON LOSES BY DQ! No one pulls one over on me! EVER! You want to think you won against Charlotte! Fuck you! If I didn’t make the pin then that means you didn’t win! That is final! Chernobyl has my rules! Look at the contract! Line 5, page 754 of the contract clearly states that I make all the rules…as long as no one dies! Last I checked…No one died! So your win is void! I won’t put up with this bullshit!”






Morbid climbs out of the hole and heads to the house.
Once inside he takes a seat at his kitchen table and stretches out then quickly grabs a banana out of the fruit dish.






Morbid-”I hear all these rumors about me being a Homosexual with AIDS! Those are lies! LIES! I will not tolerate those lies! Clearly I contracted the AIDS virus when Ezekiel stuck me with that needle full of his blood! that’s how it happened…no dicks on my face! Or in my ass!…”





Morbid opens the banana and takes a bite.





Morbid Angel-”There is nothing gay about me!”





Morbid takes a big bite out of the banana





Morbid Angel-”Not even one thing!”





Morbid then flicks his hair back!






Morbid-”Kristy lets have some serious talk here for a minute. You came off the line as a better fighter than I thought you’d be…you surprised me with how you conducted yourself when fighting Charlotte Dyson and how you shit talked me…I will give you that…BUT! I am not Charlotte Dyson! I am Morbid fucking Angel! I am the god of the XWF! I have never been defeated! NEVER! And you think you will come down here all new and shit and defeat me in a match?! In my home country even?!?! I don’t fucking think so! I will not disgrace my home land so you can laugh to yourself at night because you can spit semen and vodka across the ring at me and set me on fire! I’ll say this! I will throw the vodka at you then I’ll fucking set you on fire! I’ll make you beg for my hot piss in your face to put out the flames!

I know what you are thinking…”Oh this big dummy ain’t shit” well I am more than you can ever wish to be! I am the goddamn monster that you fear and falling just short of being the worst thing you’ve ever met! But not to un-include your father…clearly you have some severe daddy issues! You want to face men and talk tough! You have these big ass fake titties and probably a dick in your pants…not saying you actually have said penis down there…I was just saying that for effect…you do actually have a smelly pussy that stunk so bad that’s why those found us! Skunk Snatch!…but anyway…I think your daddy loved you a little too much and that’s why you hate men. Look at yourself…manly chin…even a manly voice! Fights men! The only reason I put you in that match with Charlotte Dyson was because she was going to teach you a lesson you’d never forget and I still believe that you learned a little something about us here at the XWF! We don’t care about you! We don’t care about your history or what you are capable of doing! The only reason that referee made that pin was because he was hired from an outside company to work for the day making $8.50 an hour. Don’t think that’s how we work here in the XWF! If you died tomorrow you know what we would do…we would be like “oh” and go on our merry fucking ways!”





Morbid gets up and heads back outside and to the cemetery and starts to dig in the grave more.






Morbid-”I know what everyone is thinking…I am digging this hole here and it is probably for either Kristy Jackson or Ezekiel Carter Williams…you’d be wrong! I wouldn’t put those motherfuckers in my cemetery! I find it far more personal to dig my own grave!! It is only a matter of time before I die from this illness! No one lives to beat AIDS unless you are Magic Johnson…I think he lied though…nobody beats AIDS for that long! But then again…who am I to judge?….oh yeah! I CAN JUDGE WHAT I WANT! I AM MORBID FUCKING ANGEL! I AM UNDEFEATED HERE IN THE XWF!!! VICTORY FOREVER!”







The scene fades to a blood Red!