Pete Gilmour, The President of the United States of America!

Goes to show you the current state of things around the world. First George Bush the first, Then George Bush the second and now...Pete fucking Gilmour!

As the decline in the anything made in the United States as well as their continuing financial crisis they turned to other countries to help them and once they were all tapped out across the globe for anyone to help them, they took to arms and starting wars over every little thing.

3 years ago they started with Russia, as Russia was minding its own business and America came in to say "Oh Don't beat on weaker countries! It's Not Nice!". And the mother land was having none of that shit!

The Americans took to arms and declared war as Russia was asleep and within 20 minutes of the declaration they bombed St Petersberg and marched their troops through the next morning. Many good Ruskies died that day all because President Pete Gilmour wanted all the pussy in the world...and all their Swarovski Crystals!

President Pete Gilmour didn't understand that those were imitation diamonds even though they looked and felt real, he still wanted them and convinced his minions of soldiers that they will be the new way to pay for things. He believed they could not be faked if they were taken from the Russians so counterfeiting would be a thing of the past. This is Gilmour logic. Starting a war for pussy and fake ass diamonds but what are you going to do? Got to stand your ground and keep that pussy and fake diamonds.


As our Spetsnaz team was called in for a special briefing, one that could change the world if they are successful in this.

True Russian fashion would be little talking and many stern looks and hand gestures, this is how their briefing went down. Point to a picture then point to the team then back at the picture then again to the team...throat slash....Team, picture, team, picture...Thumbs up!

Everything is a go. Our Spetsnaz team is going to the America! The land of sour milk and fake ass honey! They only believe in preservatives! Preservatives and Jesus...Silly fuckers have no idea what is coming for them.

...Night...

The plane left that very night heading for America. They were disguised as American tourists that got trapped in Russia. Beside them on the ride there were actually captured US citizens being sent home.

Spetsnaz was trained in language and other cultures in case they were in need to blend in, this was what the training was for, to hide in plain sight and not get caught.

They knew this was a suicide mission, there was no way they could infiltrate these areas and come out alive. Their mission was to kill, then die and in that order!

They acted excited to be on their way home and even chatted about things they learned when speaking about America to give them the realistic feel.

It was known that the boarder patrol was going to check everyone before letting them leave the base and if one failed to meet the united states standards everyone would be re tested and that's when things can get complicated. The KGB went and actually killed some of these tourists and took their identities for our special agents and after a quick tweak in the system they had their passports and IDs with their faces, not to mention have Edward Snowden hack the system and change the IDs to match their faces and not the old dead owners. If you think about it then it's actually really ingenious to go through all these painstaking efforts to find tourists that had no family missing them, kill them off and steal their identities.


The plane lands in Washington greeted by The United States Armed forces and a smattering of family for those who were actually American. The Spetsnaz boys exit the plane and are quickly pulled aside for questioning about their experience and passed with flying colors and were released and offered a ride to their respective hotel rooms until they could be moved back to whichever state they came from. This gives them enough time to get to President Pete Gilmour, The plan is that they leave the hotel 30 minutes apart from each other and meet under the cover of darkness outside Pete's private compound because he found the white house to be for because it didn't have Maria Brink wall paper! Damn them and their anti-Brink ways! But then again who wants a whore all over their walls? Not any real man! Real men only have pictures of women that aren't whores like J-Lo.

Armed guards dressed all in spandex as per the President's wishes! It's hard to hide any real weapon in clothing so tight you can see all their business but I guess that's how Pete Gilmour likes it!

7 of the 9 Spetsnaz move in, the other two are hidden in some trees to cover them with snipe-rifles that they had sent to a P.O box almost 8 years earlier, piece by piece their weapons were mailed, collected and built by other operatives inside the country, the weapons were left in the hotel rooms of these agents. First these silent killers sneak and kill with their hands, snapping necks, then the closer they get to the house they use their knives, slashing throats, stabbing some in the head, anything to muffle the sounds of the dying which could notify anyone inside that there was an attack.

Pete Gilmour didn't believe in security cameras because he felt they could get his bad side so, he just didn't have them. All this information was fed to the team from months of briefing, The Russians had people everywhere, including inside the White House staff!

They knew that there was only 5 men inside the house and they were all on the first floor while Pete had is 10:30PM Jerk off session. Like clockwork, 10:30 BOOM he is stroking, in the limo, at a meeting, having a late dinner with his mother, he was beating his meat. This is the American way.

They enter through the back door, slaughtering everyone, and quietly stopped as болезненный ангел stepped forward and slowly walked up the stairs towards the room that the President was in.

The sounds of heavy breathing mixed with furious fapping is heard all the way down the stairs. болезненный ангел reaches out for the doorknob with a gun in hand and flings it open for his next attack!

He looks at the bed and sees nothing except a tape recorder playing the shameful sounds of masturbating, his eyes jut across the room and he sees Pete Gilmour standing in the bathroom doorway looking as if he were ready for him.



Morbid Angel, My arch nemesis! I've been waiting for you! Said the president!



болезненный ангел knew at that point that he was betrayed and that the mission would never be finished. He wasn't sure how the mission was compromised, Perhaps the man on the inside was the one who because a triple agent!

Morbid Angel slowly backed up from the room only to be confronted by his Spetsnaz team, his own brothers stabbed him in the back


It seems that everyone has a price, theirs was land in Florida and a shit ton of Swarovski Crystals! The president said as he wiped the face of his Timex watch clean.

These fucking Swarovski Crystals Morbid thought to himself, he knows they aren't worth shit but that's the point of propaganda is to make you believe something is true even when it's not.


Morbid feels a knife pressed into his back, His own brother fixing to end him! Pete Gilmour laughed as Morbid Angel's face turned from angry to pissed the fuck off. One thing's for sure, if your going to die then you better go out with a bang!

Morbid thrusts his foot back breaking the man's leg and leaning on the knife allowing it to rip through the skin sink deep inside! He jerks around, rippping the knife from the man's hand, reaches behind and rips the knife from his own back and slashed the man's throat, he swiftly moves to the next 3 men, moving like something out of a Jackie Chan movie he dodges attacks and quickly kills his own team mates with quick stabs to the heart, throat and eye, removing weapons and throwing the knife into the head of the fifth team mate and firing upon the last of his Spetsnaz brothers before pointing the gun at Pete Gilmour.

Morbid can feel the warm blood cool as it runs down his back, he can feel the life fading from him now as much as it was when he was younger. Pete showed no fear as the sounds of reinforcements are heard roaring down the driveway. Morbid aims for the head..........



FUCK!!!!


We see Morbid Angel sitting in front of a laptop wearing bifocals as he does the patented two finger key poke. The camera zooms in to see Morbid writing a story under the pen name Jon Chancy. He is getting frustrated and starts to slap the computer screen before throwing his glasses and flipping the desk over.

The camera moves in so close that when Morbid turned his head his nose hit the lens


What the fuck! I am fucking busy! He roared as Steve Sayers walked into the room.


I see you are getting very comfortable in my house these days. Help yourself in! I don't fucking care! He said as Steve grabs a handful of Morbid's gummy snacks.


I am just here to get your counter on Peter Gilmour's last promo, he made a lot of bold statements As he popped in a few of the chewy candies.


OK! I have a few minutes then I need to finish up what I was doing!

First off, LH Harrison never took my kid, I took his daughters. Here is where paying attention counts. We can see that you don't because you act like a person.

You didn't eliminate Vinnie Lane from the Hart Rumble! Lane won that rumble and that's why he was the Hart Champion and not Peter fucking Gilmour! Jesus Christ man! can you just stop with how stupid you are?

Quote: But that last promo you did, oh boy it made me want to puke. It was so bad I felt the need to go back to sleep. Let’s face it Morbid, you can’t beat me and with that shitfest you did.

How am I going to beat you with words? That is just stupid talk! What the fuck is this? Is this a war of words? Because if it is than I will say that you mispronounced Beijing...Do I win now?

Quote: Let me first say that this match will not be your ordinary wrestling match.

Actually, this is a Standard One Falls match. So, yeah...

Quote: I may make mistakes but I always tell the truth

Allow me to say this, when you make intentional mistakes that you have been corrected on for a while now, those become lies, You never Gilmour Cuttered Calypso, You never threw Lane out of the Hart title rumble. You lied! Lie! the meaning of LYING is NOT TELLING THE TRUTH!

Quote:feel free to fabricate everything I say into your own twisted pile of bullshit.

Do you know what "fabricate" means? When I do exact clips from your promo those are not fabrications, those are facts that you claimed. When I counter with truths and prove they are truths then those are facts. You fabricate, I correct you.

Quote: I really could care less what you think of me.

I think you care more than you want to lead on. If you didn't care you wouldn't be talking right now, you'd be licking that whores snatch and thinking about all that fucking money you might win. But you want to get offended and talk smack...next you'll tell me that titles don't matter to you and it doesn't mater if Mastermind beat you. The phrase I could care less even means that you do care. If you didn't care you would say I couldn't care less.

Quote:Morbid, there are some things in your promo that really ticked me off.

BOOM! You really do care what I think of you!

Quote:First off, you talk about my claim to get more pussy than the entire XWF locker room and the XWF Universe. That statement is TRUE!

Actually that statement is a guesstimate percentage, there is no way to measure how much sex people get, no way! Besides, you are madly in love with the same woman so even if you fuck her 20 times a day, there is a dude that fucks 20 women a day and cums twice with each woman. That's double Peter Gilmour's pussy load.

Quote: I’ll admit I did clone her but it was because of that Frodo Smackins.

What did Frodo have to do with anything? He didn't give her AIDS, he wasn't even fucking involved! Where do you come up with these things? Was it Jesus who tells you these things? Because Jesus is wrong and so are you.

Quote: I used the DNA I took way before the match where I lost her took place.

You took DNA from her...for no reason whats so ever?...That's not creepy...Not one bit.

Quote: You’re just jealous because you couldn’t do what I did.

If you remember Peter, I did do what you did. I cloned myself with your help...How's that for being jealous? I'm not because I fucking did it!

Quote: me and my dad made up and are now the best of friends.

And you didn't prove me wrong, I said it took him dying for you to forgive him...Daddy issues! Isn't that right? And even then you didn't really have anything nice to say about your father, so in fact I am still right. I never said you didn't talk to your father, I said you had daddy issues and hated him...which you did and probably still do.

Quote: It’s not my fault you found some whore to give birth to a bastard son like Mini Morbid.

Ertzibet was not a whore, she was a slut. There's a difference! and Xerces is not Mini Morbid. Xerces is 14 and not a midget. Again, it's the little things that'll get you ahead.

Quote: Unlike your son who got taken by LH Harrison.

Like I said, I have Harrison's daughter, he never laid a hand on my son. In fact, my son was with the state when that debacle went down so there was no way it could have happened.

Quote: And where the fuck is Morbidonia? Is that some made up country? Or is it on another planet?

OK, History lesson.

Back in 1999, I, Kyrill/ and-or Morbid Angel purchased a small town in Massachusetts called Monson on Ebay. This town was near bankrupt and I bought it, changed the name and Ta Da! MORBIDONIA! And before you ask, Massachusetts is on the planet Earth and in America.

Quote:Morbid, I did use the Gilmour Cutter in the match with Calypso.

No, no you didn't. and that's a fact.

Quote: You forget in that Hart Title Rumble, I threw you AND Vinnie out.

Me, yes...Lane NO! LANE FUCKING WON THE RUMBLE! Goddamn !

OK, Look, I don't have time for anymore of this shit! Peter is just too fucking for me at this point...get the fuck out!