Morbid Angel is seen in his house. Sayers standing beside him holding a microphone …behind them there is a large wall mounted TV with Steve Davids promo entrance starting.

The camera swings around the room showing that in fact this is Morbid Angel’s house…again…a shot of the Sound Guy wearing a neck brace and a black and blue face holding the equipment up with help of a prop.





Sayers-”Today we are here LIVE at the Morbid Mansion here in Morbidonia! I stand with none other than the Unholy Avenger! The Neo to the Nazi! The Morbid Mortician! MORBID ANGEL!”





Morbid stares at Sayers for no less than 30 seconds.





Sayers-”What?”


Morbid-”you know what…fucking smart ass!”


Sayers-”What? You said to say that”


Morbid-”AT THE FUCKING SHOW TOMORROW! Fucking mother fucker! Now I’ll have to come up with something else! FUCK!!!!”


Sayers-”I got confused…my bad”


Morbid-”Fucking right it’s your bad! It sure as fuck wasn’t my fault!…PREPARE TO SHOOT THIS SHIT!”





Morbid grabs the remote from the table






Morbid-”So long winded are we now Steven? It is amazing what a little antagonizing can do. I got your full and undivided attention! This is good…now this is how we play a little game called “Piss off the pussy”…it looks like I did a very good job doing it! Lets see here…made you work your ass off by all this talking and now look…you want to talk shit about me talking shit by saying I talk too much shit…what sense does that make? Not much at all…the camera is not up my ass…see the company pays them to interview me so you can see my face…otherwise you might get lost and slap your mother amidst the chaos…bad move! This way we don’t have that messy little conundrum. So lets kick off this little ballgame!”




Morbid presses Play and plays a little of Davids Promo.





Morbid-“First off…your quote from Timothy didn’t even make sense…actually it started to then it trailed off into something else that I am sure you didn’t want…we’re talking it was stupid…I give you a C for effort on that part…Yes you can read and you do have a bit of brilliance when it comes to quotes…but know when to drop them…now you done fucked up…”




Morbid goes to hit play again…plays it for half a second then looks at the camera again.




Morbid-“Also the dribble that falls from my mouth is fucking liquid gold! EVERYONE WANTS MY DRIBBLE! And by dribble I mean words…not spit…don’t be fucking disgusting! Nasty whores! The people love me! They want to hear more! They want more! MORE MORBID ANGEL! And it’s because I sell shit for the XWF and I make them money…you don’t do that…you are the guy who has a belt and wants to hold it like a fucking blanket until it’s ripped away…don’t you worry your pretty little tits about that! Eli won’t let you hold that fucking belt forever without defending it! Yeah you give matches to people lesser than you but no one of any substance! You look passed those worthy…such as myself!! And if I had your title I would accept every challenge that came my way! And do you know why? Its because that’s what a CHAMPION does! You need to prove and re-prove and repeat! Over and over! Its not a one time thing…you beat Gilmour for the title and you horded that fucking thing like it was the constitution! Pussy!
And you can stop with that Son crap! You are not my father, Steven! NO! and if you were I’d highly doubt that…mostly because I AM FUCKING OLDER THAN YOU! Don’t Son me please…pretty please? With sugar on top…NEVER AGAIN!”




Morbid flicks his hair out of his face and gives the trademark look.




Morbid-“Die screaming? Who wouldn’t want to die screaming? That is an amazing way to die! We’re talking awesome to the max! Dying in pain is the only true way to die! Any other way is for vaginas! And by the way…you inadvertently admitted that you are full of lies when you tried to make me look like a liar…you said…and I quote “All that these lies shall lead to is the birth of a violent monster that you do not want to be in a ring with” you said this…not a fabrication of words! Amazing what a little time would do…probably made you NOT admit you are full of shit! So now we can call you a liar on every other claim that you had against everyone including myself. You say I am a liar because I don’t admit losses and that is mainly because I don’t lose and I grow tired of defending myself against the many claims that I lose all the damn time…which is an evil lie…or maybe even that I claim losses as victories…I don’t do that either. I am a legitimate fighter…maybe a bit evil but still an honest man…with all this said…I have a question….was that real blood? It didn’t look real. Have you ever cut your chest? It wouldn’t be thick and it wouldn’t technically ooze…it is close to the heart so the blood pumps faster and fuller throughout the torso area making the blood flow fast and smooth…if it was thick and oozing then you need to get yourself to a fucking doctor and I mean like now! RIGHT now!”




Morbid Angel reaches behind the TV and grabs a bottle of ketchup and squirts it at Sayers! It was thick like in Davids promo…and oozed like Davids blood.




Sayers-”WHAT THE HELL MAN!”


Morbid-”I was making a point!”


Sayers-”this was a new shirt!”


Morbid-”It seemed like a better idea in my head when I thought about it earlier…whoops!”





Morbid hits play again





Morbid-“And like you said…I joked about being a god…I wouldn’t want to be a god…….that was a lie……I could become a god! FEAR ME!

As for you talking about impurity in the human race is proof there is not god. We all as humans lust for evil! We lust for blood! We lust for war! VIOLENCE! DEATH! CHAOS! DESTRUCTION! HATE!

We are an evil species and not to be confused with any other…right down to the little old ladies that you hold the door open for at the market…think about this…when she was in her 20’s she was taking like 5 cocks at once! How’s that for the bible? Oh yeah…
That old man that you sit and play cards with at the charity events…yeah…he fucked his own daughter…yep….Jesus that!
Children are violent because we are violent people! As adults we remain violent! Lie if you must but know that each human you see has a dark history…we are no different than any other animal…we fight! Eat! Fuck! Die! There is no such thing as a good man…only bad men reside here in this world! You wondering why there is no god is funny to me! And here I was wondering why there was no popcorn…odd how people think of different things…”




Morbid starts mimicking Davids’ stroking the title using a pillow from the sofa.




Morbid-“Stroking that title like it were your long forgotten penis is also pretty hilarious to me…keep up the good work! Maybe some day your precious title will give you little baby titles if you keep stroking it like that!
There you go again with the fear talk! You don’t fear me then quickly change to fearing me! Make up your mind! I know you fear me! I don’t know how much attention you are paying to me…I am also a champion…I also can be attacked at any point during the day or night so please don’t play that bullshit on me! And so you know! I would like to hold your title as well!”



Morbid tosses the pillow and reaches behind the TV and pulls out the Ark of the Covenant Title and proceeds to shake it in front of the camera!….then he tosses it behind him and hits play for a few minutes.




Morbid-“Crown? WHOA there buddy! Lets not get too far ahead of ourselves! I don’t do hats! Plus the crazy being a good thing…it is! Truly and if you were smart you would embrace it! Think about what I have and what you want to have! I have no fear of any man! I bow before none! I take orders from no one! I have no pain! I have no feelings…that work properly that is! I laugh at suffering even if its my own! I torture people because it gives me pleasure! And you! Always whining about bullshit! You want to know my only complaint here…every now and again I’ll be doing my best to hurt people…enjoying myself and a voice in my head will tell me to kill myself…its not a constant thing…just a quick voice to interrupt thought and from then on I think about death…but that’s all normal! And I don’t have wild fantasies like Diaz does…that isn’t crazy…that is stage acting! I walk around and I see and I hear real things…so will I be in the right place for this match? Yes…yes I will! I actually think I am more prepared for this match than you…I have it on good authority that me and you both were booked for 8 Promo shoots each…8...you did 3...slacker! Don’t give me any of your jew grief!”




Morbid watches a little more then pauses the TV as he fakes a seizure and falls to the ground….quickly jumping back to his feet looking overly shocked!




Morbid-“Wait…did you say in two more weeks I get a title shot? Wwwhhhaaaaaattttttttttttttttt……..Nigga you went full ! I REFUSE to re shoot this promo because you decided to reach down and grab your fucking balls! Sadly…I might have to face Bute for the title…you are not good enough to keep it from him…he is far better than you are…so there’s that. Sorry…I don’t have that much faith in you as a fighter…do what you’re good at and RUN THE FUCK AWAY! I did ask for non-title but if you remember that was because you were not accepting title matches…I believe that 6 people got turned away from title matches by you…not very championlike my friend! Just saying…”




Morbid plays a little more…pauses it…puts his face in his hands.




Morbid-“Ladies and Gentlemen…we watched a sad, sad sight today…we watched Steve Davids suck the corporate cock…here…in the XWF!
Steve…why?….why would you stoop so low as to sucking fan dick? Sucking corporate dick? Why?!?!?!?! If you sucked any harder we would have to get you back to the hospital to have all that semen pumped from your gut! Like David Bowie… odd how this happens to you brits.”




He plays it through to the end then throws the remote across the room and kicks the wall…not hard enough to go through…more of an insulting kick towards Davids





Morbid-“For the record…I am proud of beating John Black and Caliban…you know why? It’s because a victory is a victory! Why don’t you list all 18 of your losses for me real quick…don’t worry…I have time!
As for failing…well…I never sucked the dick of the bosses hoping to get a fucking hand job! And by that I mean this…by you kissing their ass…they are more likely to send you a helper to fight me…I know this. If I started sucking the Management’s toes they would send me some help…but I don’t need their favor…I have these huge fucking muscles!!!!!”




Morbid Angel flexes!




Morbid-”FUCKING BEAUTIFUL! I’ll let you touch them in our match tomorrow…I’ll hit you with them!
And you are finally right…there are no men like you…mostly because you have lady parts…I leave you with this Steven Davids!…now pay attention……MUSCLE SHOW OFF!!!”




Morbid rips his shirt off and goes into a flexing fit showing his steroid addled body it various flexing ways.





The scene fades to Blood Red