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Mike Emerick · (01-06-2016)

"You haven't forgotten about M.E, haven't you?"

"Sorry for my lack of action these past few weeks, I've been busy training for the biggest match of my career and as such haven't gotten much time to talk on camera, forcing all these people to listen to the Morbid and Tank drama. It seems like week after week we have two, let's be nice and call them has-beens, trying to still look like complete badasses in a cock contest to see who is the sickest and most "X-Treme" man in the XWF!"

"We have Morbid Angel prancing around, Mr, I Love Cocks, saying some barley comprehendible and "edgy" bullcrap that has somehow brought him success during these past few years, trying to get into the head of little Oswald."

"Seriously, what kind of name is Oswald? Hell, what kind of a name is Ghost Tank?"

"Anyway, Morbid, don't think M.E is a non factor in this match. In fact, the one who is out of place in this match is you! I attacked and nearly killed Ghost Tank with a chair, he somehow was able to clear the concussion from his brain enough to challenge me to an Inferno match, and suddenly boom! You show up!"

"I'm not surprised someone like you would try to ride the hype train M.E is currently riding, but I'm about to throw you off!"

"You see Morbid, Ghost Tank might have captured, tortured, and possibly killed Morbid Jr., but this is not your fight! This is between M.E and GT! I suggest you just stay back Morbid, just sit back and suck on Tank's dismembered cock while the TRUE main eventers, although with Tank that's a bit of a stretch, go toe to toe! If you do decide to interfere though, don't think I won't be willing to end your career on top of Ghost Tanks!"

"I still haven't forgiven you for ruining my debut, and I never will until you are a LITERAL angel, flying around in heaven as you earthly body decays six feet underground,"

(09-14-2015, 01:27 PM)Shane <img src="https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif"> Said: Standing at the top, like a mighty demon king of the mountain, Morbid Angel throws up some devil horns and reaches into his crusty undergarment. He fishes around and pulls out a...

BANANAR!

Back in the ring, the BANANAR is in full play! Morbid is diving off the top turnbuckle with it held high in the air! Like a tasty yellow spear of doom!

During this momentous occasion, Dim holds Mike's mouth open and Morbid lands, shoving the bananar right down into his mouth! Emerick gags and Morbid jams the fruit in further, screaming - "BANANAR!" at the top of his lungs while he's doing it! Mike flounders about like a fish out of water and thrashes around wildly but with the dynamic duo of Morbid and Dim working together, there's no chance here for him and soon the poor man is covered in mashed bananar, completely unconscious.

"You will pay Morbid, you will pay,"

"With Morbid out of the way, let's move on to the true "threat" here, the man who started this whole shitstorm in the first place,"

"Ghost Tank,"

"Oswald, do you really think you're fooling anyone?"

"Do you actually think your words and snuff films scare M.E and Morbid Angel?"

"If you do, I think my steel chair might have gave you some serious mental problems!"

"Now Morbid is too

to understand all your words and actions, but M.E has heard and studied every word you've said,"

"And I nearly fell asleep!"

"First of all, have you forgotten that I EXIST? Has my conchairto caused memory loss? You are focusing more on Morbid, who quite frankly shouldn't be in this match to begin with, and have failed to keep the real threat out of your blind spots! I will finish the job I started at Back In Black, and as I walk into this inferno match, a match destined to be one of if not the most brutal matches in XWF history, I have no fear."

"Do you really think in a place as messed up and fucked up as the XWF, torturing people would be enough to scare people? I've seen a lot of fucked up shit in this fed, and your little fetish ranks pretty low on the scale! Even if torture phased me, you don't. You see Mr. Ten Second Retirement, despite your most recent win over a loser almost as pathetic as you to get that belt you hold around your fat waist, 2015 as a whole will go down as an terrible year for you!"

"Hell, your whole career is one big fuckup! A fuckup so bad you don't even list your Win/Loss record in a despite attempt to save face! You just torture people to make you insecure self feel better and to try to still seem intimidating!"

"Here's the thing though, no one was ever scared of you, mask on or off, and no one ever will be after what I did to you on Back In Black."

(12-17-2015, 10:24 PM)Miranda Tigris Said: Determined, Emerick drops the microphone audibly and rolls out of the ring. It isn't long before he's back with two chairs in hand, he has a sick look in his eye as he places one beneath the head of Ghost Tank!

He raises the other up!

CON-CHAIR-TO!

Blood splatters into the air, cold hard steel meets flesh. The skull of GT almost caves inward as it is sandwiched between the two chairs, his body spasms momentarily before laying still on the ground, Mike Emerick laughs aloud and drops the chair, before laying the Intercontinental Title over Ghost Tank's back. He begins to make his departure from the ring, leaving the bodies of both Ghost Tank and Christopher Isles on the ground, being attended to by masses of medical staff.

"Ghost Tank, you don't scare a damn person, and you don't scare M.E. I know that behind that mask, behind that tough exterior, behind all your tools of torture, behind all your talk, lies a man,"

"A scared, weak, and beaten man,"

"That man will burn on Wednesday, along with a certain cock hungry angel, and I'm not talking about a prostitute! The man standing above both of those burning corpses, holding a gold belt in his hand, covered in blood,"

"Will be M............ never to be forgotten again..........E,"

"I'll see you pussies at Warfare,"

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