As the saga continues…Young Kyril had left the somewhat comfort of what he has known and into the world to find whatever it is he was looking for. Perhaps there was nothing at all to be found for him at this point.

As the sun set and the temperature dropped even further, Kyril started to feel the freeze and something he did know is that the nights here in the winter were more than unforgiving! He hides inside of an abandoned house about two miles from where he once lived. The dry cold inside made it even worse. The building was old and bare or anything he could use to warm himself…not as much as a scrap of fabric! As he searched the house he came across a box of old stick matches and built himself a fire in the middle of the room. The fire was nice and warm and he attempted to dose off with no luck…the sight of his mother dying forever in his mind…right up front! No more than an hour of sleep at a time before he would awaken! And awaken he did! He awoke to the building ablaze around him! The area he has built the fire on was on a wood floor and as it burned higher it caught the ceiling and was now chasing him out of the house. Again he was in the cold! But not for long!

A car…not new but not too old, pulled up to young Kyril and invited him inside. Not caring about any situation at this point he joined the man inside the car where it was warm and nice. The snow outside melted off the glass as it hit…he has never been inside a car before…he was in awe. Kyril warmed himself by the vents; having been in the chill for a while with no shirt does tend to take the warmth out of anyone.

Kyril could feel the man’s eyes beating on him as the car drove…not a lustful stare but one of interest…certainly the burns and the scars tell tales of what had happened but never the entire story…the red sores make it clear not to ask certain questions.

One thing is for sure…infection was setting in and was only held back from growth by the freezing cold.
Kyril looks up at the man to see his face. Before any light hit the shadowed driver he reached over and held a rag to his face rendering him unconscious…it was a long ride…Kyril could not tell you how long but every now and then he was put back under before his eyes would even open.

He awoke tied to a furnace pipe…but at least it was warm…

His burns were tended to and wrapped with gauze… it was soothing feeling not having the fire like pain hit him every time he breathed.

The room was dark but had enough light for him to see what was in the room. It wasn’t full of trash…it wasn’t upscale…it was well kept. The floor was wood with a particular design known as parquet which was very common in Russia at this time as well as the overly loud wall paper.

Kyril couldn’t hear a thing…except the pipes by him pumping through humming. He tried to speak but was still unable due to the cut on his face…the man had sewn it closed to prevent any further damage.

He passed out from the pain





The scene fades to black





The scene picks up again a couple of years later!


Morbid Angel was now 13 years old! Living in Danzig Germany. In Danzig at this time a group of severe Hitler followers decided to make a new army in honor of Hitler! As they trained for the second coming of The Third Reich. Young Kyril was no longer called Kyril Kolya Krischiv! He was now called Amon Goeth. He excelled in all aspects of their training. He became a quick marksmen, hand to hand combat specialist and even scored well on tests that he took. At this time he was leader of the Hitler-Jugend. Still not being one to speak much at all…Mostly because his accent was so strong that others in the camp treated him worse. He wasn’t German…and much worse than that the ones teaching him were also the ones that killed Russians in WWII. This was an attempt to corrupt Russians. They kidnapped street children because they were considered castoffs and were worth nothing and all they did was beg and steal. Though young Morbid Angel didn’t really fit into that category he still was collected for the hopes that one day he would help raise Germany to new levels! Even if he were just a body to fill the ranks and take bullets! Though most of the children there were actual Germans. The most ferocious ones were Russians. As cold blooded as they come…some of which actually killed others in the camp. To them it’s a matter of living to see another day.

By age 15 young Amon was already sent on assassination missions around Germany. He and a few others were sent to take out former Nazi intelligence who turned to writing books and giving vitals about the New Reich program. In these missions they were told to make it personal…meaning up close!
Amon became good at using a knife and making people suffer! Starting with a slow gutting after puncturing the voice box!

Amon became one of the best in the program! He even was sent to college at Ruprecht-Karls-Universität in Heidelberg and graduated top of his class after 6 years. At age 21 he was one of the most dangerous men in Germany had to offer! He was promoted from regular SS to SS Verfügungstruppe Commander. Non confirmed accounts indicate that Amon’s SS troops went and sabotaged the Chernobyl factory back in 1986 causing the disaster heard around the world! Killing and destroying many lives. Again these reports cannot be confirmed…at this point they are just speculative.

The operation grew and as Germany is still under severe watch for another world war they were found out! British SAS stormed the town taking out a lot of key members of The New Reich. With this group being known for special forces they killed all 500 SAS operatives that came to shut them down but took heavy losses themselves. Once the mission came into light America joined Britain in their hostile attack forcing all members to flee or die! Amon fought and killed many as well as others in the SS but ultimately fled back to Russia to escape prison and most likely the death penalty.

Since the disbanding of the New Reich, the two governments destroyed all evidence of its existence because such a thing to pop up would cause questions and possibly more uprising. Because of this Amon Goeth was on a kill list by the two governments….forcing him to go back to his birth name Kyril. Joining the Red Army and creating a new life! After excelling he was quickly moved to Spetsnaz special operations.

He went on to do many missions in which his “skills” were very much needed for getting answers. Through these special operations as Spetsnaz he earned the gut wrenching name Morbid Angel! Considered one of the best in torture and able to get almost anyone to speak! This title was given as a warning to those who might meet him. болезненный ангел! Morbid Angel!

Soon he dropped being known as Kyril other than for official matters that required a more professional attitude and address. Morbid Angel was the official title!

As all good things come to a close. As did the Red Army and Communism…there was no place for a man such as Morbid Angel in the NEW Russia. He was disengaged from Spetsnaz in 1997 leaving him unable to go to many places across the world. His crimes were many….even in Mother Russia he was forced to leave for a time because of what he had done! He moved to Canada to escape prison yet again.

Living such a violent life for such a long time brought him to almost getting deported from the relatively docile country. He joined the WWA in Winnipeg Canada before moving to the SCW where he was arrested at a show in Berlin Germany. SCW backed away and Morbid Angel spent 5 years in a windowless cell before he was exonerated for his crimes…due to no proof of anything. Russia’s treaties also released him from danger though out the world…But Morbid Angel was not one to just lay in wait…He was a man of Violence! Perhaps tortured by his own thoughts? Things he had done throughout the world! Regret of not dying with his fellow members! A good many things could have been done differently. As life continues so does regret and age. Growing old and destroying those who cross you get harder! Except when you fight women! Its still that easy!


The scene pulls to Morbid Angel standing in his cemetery at the finished grave. It is modern day in America. He still holds the shovel and is covered in dirt. He is having some trouble coming to terms with having AIDS. He has gone as far as to digging his own grave and picking his casket. Knowing that death is coming…and awaiting to see if even gods can die!



Morbid Angel looks at the camera




Morbid Angel-”Kristy I have a few questions for you. You shot a wonderful Valentine’s day promo…On Valentines day none the less. I am happy for you! But I have a question that has been eating at me for the last hour…feel free to answer.
You were in Chernobyl on Valentines day! Actually you were in Chernobyl the day before and didn’t get home until the day after…that a 20 hour flight back home…so answer me this Kristy. How did you come to have such a promo in the shithole known as Chernobyl? Did you pre-shoot it? Right now it looks pre-shot! No shame in pre-shooting promo’s…Diaz does it all the time! That’s how she got so big. She shoots like 6 a day and only has two roll on TV then takes 3 days off…that’s how some people do. So with that being said remember the tricks and know that the trade is to TOP! Not stay equal! As of right now we know that the storyline on your Valentines day promo was a bunch of SHIT! Faked for the people!

Stunner? Across your foot? Stunner?! What the fuck? Perhaps you should get some work done on that fucked up face of yours before you decide to get a tattoo because no one except maybe Swagmire Swaggins will say that your feet are stunners…now you are just talking shit!

As generic as you are…a bitch trying to be sexy and doing the typical girl shit like getting tattoos and running around in skimpy outfits…the only reason you have fans is because of your tits! And now those aren’t even that good looking! All lopsided and shit!
I really wished you’d be better than the typical, run of the mill bitch! You are a shadow of what you cold have been! Literally a shadow of someone who could have been more! Now look at you! A carbon copy of a carbon copy! We have 10 fucking women here just like you and the funny thing is this! A boner will follow you around and support you throughout your career and pick you up when you fall but you are not original! I will not bow to you like the rest of these males here! They do it because they want you on their dicks! And I am guessing you will move from person to person throughout the federation until you fucked everything.

Does this make you feel special? Do you feel special? I am sure you don’t right about now. I am sure you didn’t in your match against Charlotte Dyson. The second you saw me you knew I was trouble…I heard the stories about the fear! Did you like the fear? I know I did! It is always the smart choice! I know what you were saying about me when you signed for Chernobyl! You admitted in your Promos that I was the most frightening man you’ve ever seen and that you fear the day you had to meet me for real! Then you made mention about how nice my hair was! I don’t know how to take that part…I never really thought about how nice my hair was…its just fucking hair!”





Morbid Angel runs his hand through his hair





Morbid Angel-”I use VO5. Gives it some more bounce…also reduces split ends…BUT I buy it mainly because it’s evil! EVIL!!! Not really…I shouldn’t have said that…you might not take me as seriously…I AM SERIOUSLY SERIOUS ABOUT BURNING YOU ALIVE THOUGH!!!!!….Seriously.

Kristy Jackson know that today is a new day! I can take the fire! I will take the burns! I can take the pain! You look like suffering is new to you! I bet you will scream in pain! Screaming like a little fucking bitch! Perhaps a bitch that can’t keep up with how fast the world turns!…maybe I’ll do a promo next about me getting a tattoo on my fucking cock that says “Fuck you Kristy Jackson you goddamn Whore…” all of it! You know why? Because that’s about on par with your shit. Come on bitch! Show me what you got! BRING EVERYTHING YOU HAVE! I want to see your WAR FACE!!!”





Morbid looks at the camera











Morbid Angel-” that’s how serious I am right now! Kristy Jackson know that no matter what you do…it is inevitable that you will suffer for my enjoyment! Think about that!”




Morbid Angel leaves the shovel stuck in the ground and walks over to the grave next to his. The statue was of The Blood Countess Bathory…custom made for her. He stands there in the freezing snow as the son goes down behind the trees. Something Morbid Angel can’t let go of…Bathory! Or did he really miss her at all? They were known for problems! She cheated on him and left only returning when she found out she was dying. Maybe Morbid feels she deserved it and keeps her here so he can watch her rot!? Truth is we may never know the truth of Bathory…dead long before XWF…another story for another day!

Morbid Angel’s cell phone rings in his pocket. He quickly pulls it out and answers





Morbid-”What?!”





The other line talks for a few minutes





Morbid-”Lets finish this! Time to take back what is MINE!”






Morbid Angel puts the phone back in his pocket and a grin creeps across his face





The camera pans out and the scene slowly as the snow falls harder until the screen is almost completely white! The winter storms are coming!







Fading to a blood red!