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Morbid Angel · (02-14-2021)

Here we have a moment of Zen. A time when we have the opportunity to see Morbid in a relaxed state of being.
He had just finished another sermon to a full house of worshippers, and he was feeling pretty good about it.
They tithed and Morbid preached and the more he said the more they gave. All in all it was a prosperous night in Victory Forever Halls.
He comes into the room, sweat on his brow he wipes away with the cuff of his suit jacket, slightly winded from all the yelling and jumping around he had to do for the show he just put on for the camera’s.
He is definitely a man of many talents. A preacher, a healer, a televangelist and a fighter.
What a wild cluster of abilities he has. How could anyone have guessed that the demon known as Morbid Angel would become something so calming to so many.
Old people and sick people flock to him to feel his divine powers and allow them to be healed and this is something that he does with the help of some actors and a lot of promises. Promises that he gives to those afraid of death or sickness or even pain.
Does this make him a wicked man? To poach on people that are in need.
Isn’t that what all religions go? Don’t they all try and promise the umpromisable, heal the unhealable and quell the fear that arises in everyone at some point of another.
Why should he be any different. Selling the oil of snake.

He knew he had a match against Barney Green coming up and wanted to take a moment to address somethings that he found in his foe’s promo. Just a few before the match.
He comes in and pours a tall glass of water from a pitcher he had on his desk. He takes a sip then digs into his pocket and pulls out some reading glasses…because he fucking needs them. There were a stack of pages on his desk that he had one of his secretaries write after watching the promo a dozen or so times. Just some cliff notes on things he should touch on in his own interview with the camera.
Apparently, Barney had a few things to say worthy of addressing.
He picks up a page and looks it over.

“Oh Barney. That has to of been the nicest anyone has ever spoken of me in this federation. You said a lot of nice things. I am shocked you didn’t try and say how I’m your hero…but that wouldn’t be you, after all you are Barney Green. The big Papi of Violence…something like that. I could be wrong, but I highly doubt it.
Listen, Barney…what the fuck.
I know you are trying to be mean when you punched a preacher. I am sorry you had to do that. I’m sure you didn’t really mean it and you are sorry. I am sure that’s what you meant to say.
Calling me pleasant demon and shit. I AM NO DEMON! To my congregation I am a living embodiment of your personal lord and savior! I am now above demon’s! I am above you! I am so far above you I’m motherfucking lightheaded.
How did I get stuck in this match? I beat people that beat you, doesn’t that make me better than you? I know it was a long time ago and all but still, I’m not that far gone from what I was.
I may not have all the muscles I use to have, I may not be the same creature the caused fear and pain…well, I guess I still am that creature. I still cause fear and I still cause pain.
I enjoy it!
I still can’t believe you went to a church. I can’t say it was the right church because you went to Morbidonia which is still owned by the bank until they find a new buyer or auction it off.. something like that. I may buy it back at some point but right now I think I’m content with what I have.
So, there is a church in Morbidonia?
Was it full of Satanists? Hmm?
The last I heard there was a satanic cult that took of residence there after I left. Afterall the town is very much abandoned now so there are plenty of places for them to hideout and do their unholy shit.
I wonder if you punched one of them in the face? They would never know where to find me because they are the filth that belongs to the streets.
If you want to come looking for me you just have to watch my show and you will find an address to where I’m at. I am outside of Boston now so Morbidonia doesn’t work too well anymore.
Sorry to break that news to you. “

Morbid straightens up some papers on his desk as it to look for something else. After a few seconds on digging he finds a transcript of Barney Green’s promo and looks it over.

“Your words were powerful. I felt flattered then I felt attacked…mildly. I mean I felt more attacked by an old woman when she felt she was possessed by the dead soul of her father after I whispered in her ear WHORE!”

Morbid said with a chuckle. He apparently enjoyed that moment a lot. If you think about it what better way to find out if people are actually possessed than to insult them deeply and hope for a reaction. In this case he apparently god a good reaction. The ratings went up after that show, that much can be said.

“I don’t think she really was possessed but it was a test and manoman did she flip out. On the Brightside, she’s cured of her possession by my divine powers. Or my powers of just seeing through people’s bullshit. Just like you. I see through you and I can tell this.
You are a funny little man, always struggling and trying to get one up on people but you never quite seem to make it…pity.
I’m not exactly sure how you became Internet Champion. Maybe it was one of those things where it’s about the competition you had for the title and how little effort it took to win. I watched that match and I will say I was shocked you took home the gold but from what I can see you aren’t as confident as you want to come off otherwise you would have challenged me for the title and not just in a regular match. Who cares if we have tables and shit…I’m talking motherfucking Gold!
Don’t you think that shit would match my watch? Look at all that shine!”

Morbid pulls up his shirt cuff and shows off the gold watch. It’s tinted crystal reflects the light back into the camera as he shows it off. Goddamn was it shiny.

“So as you can see, I would have gladly taken that title from you and enjoyed it.
You talk about BOB like they are a force to be reckoned with. I bet I could take on your entire team and still come out victorious. Even without all my beautiful steroid injected muscles! I do yoga now and I am ten times faster that I was before. I still hit the gym and work out. Still pushing almost 275 on the bar which isn’t bad compared to what I was doing. I still keep up with my training. Hell, maybe my next match will be against BOB as a whole. I’m sure it would be exciting to see one man abuse a few crusty bitches for the enjoyment of the fans.”

He grabs a glass of water and takes a sip. After a long sermon one becomes a bit parched and in need of some liquid to quench the thirst.

“OK, you talk about how my light is dimming from relevancy where yours is still light up bright as the fucking sun.
Something like that.
Let’s make something clear, I was already on top of the world. Universal Champion. Multiple Xtreme Champion and countless other championships I can’t even recall at this time. But we both know I held many titles here and were just talking here. Let’s not forget all the titles I held in my long career in other federations.
So, if I have a dimming star in anyone’s opinion it is because I deserve it.
And who fucking said my star is dimming anyway? Fuck you! My shit is as bright as a nuclear blast, bitch!”

He clears his throat. His anger almost got away with him. It is something he still battles to this day. It’s like a cancer that eats away the soul and his has eaten it to near nonexistence. Still, the struggle is real for him to maintain his cool when dealing with stupidity.

“You keep calling yourself Daddy and you are saying it to me which is weird. Don’t make it weird. It’s weird enough that one time when I was high on drugs and we shot that video a few years ago…ugh…I can’t believe we did that. I had almost forgot about it until you called yourself daddy and it all came flooding back like an infection in my eye.

You mentioned that you really don’t fear death or pain…something like that. I guess you never really felt the pain that I deal, I aim to cause real harm and that’s before I put you through the table.
Hell, maybe even two tables stacked on top of each other. Just go full on ECW on this bitch!
No, fuck that. Were going XWF extreme in this motherfucker.”

He rounds the table and takes a seat at his desk and opens the drawer and pulls out a leather bound bible. Not some cheap piece of crap you can buy at Walmart but a hardcovered, leather bound bible. Has about a hundred bookmarks in it to keep pages for quick reference. He opens the book and flips a few pages.

“Back to you not fearing death.

And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell. Mathew 10:28.
I can take you there if that is what you truly want. I have the power and ability to do so. Ask me and I shall make it so.
It is common to not fear death as one gets older, they start to realize that life isn’t forever and that we all die. Even the gods here in the XWF will die because they aren’t real gods as much as I’m not a real Angel.
We are all human and we all will die so what’s the use of having fear for the inevitable. You are saying what many already experience. Do you think I fear death or pain? Fuck no. Why would I fear death when I was in that business for years. What’s the use of being afraid of pain in our business? Are there people running around that I am not aware of screaming and crying because they don’t want to feel pain? This is our business. We sell pain and the people that buy our product are our victims.
Are you trying to sell me something new? Is this a new improved line of pain I haven’t experienced in my many years fighting?
I don’t think you have anything new to sell me. I think it’s the same old pain I’ve felt time and time again. So, don’t push it like it’s something new because it’s not.”

He closes the book and puts it on the desk and grabs the transcript again and looks it over to again find his place.

“And AC/DC sucks!
Seriously, you heard one song and you’ve heard them all. Same beat to different lyrics and I know people will say that about a lot of my music but it’s simply not the case. And until someone can prove it to me then they can go and shut the hell up.
Out of everything you could have been coming out to it has to be fucking AC/DC Back and Black. The stereotypical trailer park theme song screaming out of their bullshit wanna be muscle car windows.

I don’t know why you had Madonna as your theme. Not very tough sounding if you ask me. And she was evil!
Do you know what the Madonna means? It’s referring to the virgin Mary. Or a statue of the Virgin Mary so this whore taking the name is just a blaspheme to invoke the devil.

Praise God!

So, were going to Italy and you think it’s going to be a shithole? I think it’s going to be fucking amazing!
Think of it like this, you get to travel the world on someone else’s dime and you are going to bitch about it? When was the last time a garbage man was able to travel the world on their lowly pay? Answer me that Barney. You should be ecstatic that they even wanted to bring you along for the ride! I should be fighting for a title or something but no! I am stuck fighting you! Barney fucking Green! The only person that could squander their wealth in a few short years.
What the hell did you do with all your money anyway? Did you make a few bad investments?
I have a reason to why I lost everything and it is well known. What’s your excuse?

Also, Italy is not known for their beer. It’s known for it’s wine. When was the last time you heard of Italian beer?
Fucking never!

I don’t think you could handle me for what I am. As for being old. Yes I am not in my 20’s anymore but I still have the ability to destroy the enemies of Christ. You sir are one of those enemies.”

Morbid takes another sip of the water before putting the pages in the trash. Why would he keep them after dealing with all the inconsistencies he had found and all the picking apart he had done.
He takes his glasses off and puts them back in his pocket. He smirks at the camera.

“That will be all for today. Come back again for the service next time. Perhaps I can win over some new patrons that will go to my church and be…saved.”

The scene fades to a Blood Red.

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