Zak spots Morbid and smirks, grabbing a chair and sneaking up behind the man. A sick crack echos through the hall as Morbid falls, his hands gripping his head. Zak just stands there for a.minute before swinging the chair again, bashing it into the man's skull until the chair snaps in half. Shrugging, Zak throws away the broken chair and rolls a bloody Morbid onto his back, hooking the leg as the ref starts the three count.

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Morbid kicks out and walks off into the distance.