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Morbid Angel · (07-07-2014)

The scene opens to a pitch black room…no light makes one believe that the camera isn’t even on…the only thing that makes you know it’s a scene is the sounds of dripping from above to the floor.

Footsteps…loud footsteps storming down from somewhere and stopping near by. A door swings open! We see Morbid Angel step in from the lighted hallway. The shine from his Extreme title nearly blinded the camera man with its shinny powers! The door shuts behind him and everything goes black!

Morbid-”How do I look?”

Camera man-”Black.”

Morbid-”WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME!?”

Camera man-”No, the room is black so…it makes you look black…”

Morbid-”Oh…well…I wanted it to be dark but not too dark…I guess this is too dark.”

Suddenly the lights turn on. A slight flicker and the room illuminates and Morbid stands before the camera Holding his title tightly! The EXTREME title signifying his eternal victory! Morbid took paint and wrote across the front “Victory Forever” as he has yet to lose…or so he thinks.

The room walls were covered with tile attaching to urinals and sinks…it was a bathroom…

Morbid-”Well, Enigma…sorry I had to hurt you like that! I hope the victory I took over you wasn’t too much to bare…it was suppose to be bad but I got a little excited and I guess I hurt you too much…in the end I think you needed it…talking about victims you have when you can hardly beat yourself off…pity I suffered you so much! Put you in your fucking place! NO BODY CAN DEFEAT ME! I AM MORBID FUCKING ANGEL!

Now…Mr Radio…more like Bitch Face! Because you look like a fucking bitch! I believe we had run into each other before where I beat you within an inch of your life! You had taken a shit in your pants as you cried for me to stop…and to think you call yourself a man! You are nothing! YOU ARE A SNIVVLING CUNT! You are the reason they kill the weak in some countries…mainly because cowards like you can be the downfall of any country…you do not know Victory! You have never tasted the sweet flavor of it! You beat Swagmire? Who the fuck hasn’t? I beat him and John Austin at the same time and I didn’t even break a sweat! How’s that for a victory! Have you ever one during a two on one competition? Didn’t think so! Because you are weak! that’s why I agreed to face you! Because you are weak! Look at you! From the future and they couldn’t figure out how to build better muscles! You look like you’ve never even been to the gym once and the hardest workout you’ve ever done was jerk-off for a fucking hour and a half…must have been a good beast video!

You commented on my false victories and I must correct you about how wrong you are. I am undefeated! I shall never be conquered! Morbid Angel is the undefeated demon of the XWF! Diaz has her false victories of her own! She is nothing but the slime in the sewer that won’t go away! She claims one loss but she really lost 5 times to me…that’s not a realistic list of victories…also…her main victories were teamed up with others who were considered better than her. She claimed their victories as her own and that’s how she gets a near flawless record! Using tactics such as…shall we say…for an example…she fires 1000 bullets and at least 100 will be a decent shot. This is her strategy…than and she fucks the management here so they give her powder puff matches to make easy wins…and now I stray from you Mr Radio…I speak to you now as still the champion…you speak to me like I am nothing…even though I am most definitely more than you could wish to be!

Cry baby you say…Why should I cry? Victory is no crying matter…something you’ll never understand…maybe you are mentally

? You look

! I mean look at you…you have those idiotic eyes glairing like you are some halfwit from a brother-sister relationship birth…and you have the balls to talk to me like I am a joke? You fucking really think I am a joke? If this is true then you already lost! No one faces me and then says I am nothing! I AM MORBID FUCKING ANGEL! The Undefeated Demon in the XWF!

Believing you will crucify me I see…that is a bold thought. Believing that you could actually beat me! You are near laughable! You are far from any competition here! I faced and beaten more champions than you could dream of! And you…scum…thinks I am nothing more than someone to walk through…I bet you would love to have my name on your victory list…no one has my name on their victory list! I WILL ADD YOUR NAME FOR A SECOND FUCKING TIME! You have nothing to offer here! You suck so hard that even Steven Hawkins had a fucking orgasm! that’s how badly you suck! You offer nothing other than the sprinkling of laughter from the fans! We all laugh at you! You are the fucking clown here! YOU ARE WORTH LESS THAN A PILE OF FUCKING SHIT! And to think you are the future…worlds be damned! There is no future! If you were actually from the future you wouldn’t be here! Fighting! What kind of lame excuse is that? Going to sit there and say you are from the future and stop in 2013? Come the fuck on! Couldn’t pick a better time? Run out of places to travel? I have some places I want to go to…I want to meet Jesus Christ…I want to torture him! I want to crucify him to that fucking cross and watch him die! DIE! What would you do in the vortex of time? Watch John F Kennedy fuck Marilyn Monroe? Is that your idea of a good time? Now let me ask you this…did you stop here for the money or the experience? Because last I checked getting your ass kicked is only one experience…time to try something new…try Flan…that should be new to you… that is the only thing you can really enjoy in this time…you beat a woman? You are bragging about beating a woman? Are you a crack pot? Seriously…real talk…you are proud of beating a woman? The easiest things to beat…fucking women! You get married and beat them...divorce and have to beat them again. Beat hookers, children, woman drivers…a lot of women get beaten all the time…when was the last time you heard of a man getting beat up by a fucking woman? Never! And the ones that do are pussies that are afraid to slap a woman in the goddamn face! Every woman needs to be beaten once and a while…otherwise they become smartasses and think they are Kristy Jackson…speaking of which…after I fucked her up she kinda died off! She doesn’t want to play anymore…that’s all a woman really needs…a good kick in the face!

I have something for you Radio…something for you to look at and enjoy a little longer…”

Morbid reaches into his pocket and pulls out a file folded in half and gently unfolds it and opens it up showing the top page titled “Official Win’s of Morbid Angel” the list was extensive and reads the following names.

Ray Peterson
Michael McBride
Hulk Hogan
Caliban
Ric Flair
Levi Storm
John Black
Steve Davids x2
Kristy Jackson
Michael Kelly
Swagmire Swaggins
John Austin

Other questionable wins

Wyatt Reynolds
Enigma
The Phantom Stranger

Morbid folds the paper back up and puts it back in his pocket.

Morbid-”and to think that you were going to make me look bad…the names speak for them selves…the questionable ones were the ones where I beat motherfuckers so hard they started to cry and I quit the match because NO MAN should ever cry! Crying is for women and

! Not men like me! Mr Radio…you look like you cry a lot! So where should I put you? I remember the time I threatened you with AM tunes and you laughed at me…so I attacked you in the back room and beat your head against the wall so hard that you shit your pants! It was a lot of shit! And it smelled bad! that’s why you took a break…remember? You needed time because you couldn’t hold your shit in anymore! You kept shitting yourself! And that is the true story of Radio and myself…and the fans will believe it! You know why? Its because VICTORY FOREVER!!!!!!”

The scene fades to a blood red!

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