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Morbid Angel · (03-17-2021)

Now that he has his suit, the task is to make sure he is also friendly enough, has enough charisma to draw people.
He was always used to drawing people for different reasons such as his evil and bastardly ways. It is easy to get a following when you are a ridiculous heel that does nothing but do heel things all the time in ridiculous ways.
People love that shit.
Now he needed to be liked by everyone for a different reason. He needed to make friends, which was hard for him. He was never good at making friends. He was always more of an introvert that spoke his mind when asked, keeping to himself was something he may not have always done but he did it more often than not and recent events haven’t changed that.

Something people never really do is practice a smile in a mirror, but Morbid did. He needed to have a convincingly charming smile in order for this to work. He needed people to believe he believed in them and make it feel like he was sincere when talking about jesus and their problems.

His goal was to be assistant minister of the church he worked at.

Being the assistant minister would mean having to teach Sunday school, bible studies and fill in when the pastor was on vacation or sick.
The pastor was already an old man so no doubt he would want more vacations and time off before he ultimately died.
The church had done him well and Morbid wanted to move into his position.

There were a few people at the church that knew of his past. They knew he was a former wrestler but since he didn’t look like the Morbid Angel everyone could see on TV, they didn’t question him on it. Yeah, his face looked familiar, his voice sounded familiar and even his height was suspect to some but most people left him alone because he didn’t look too friendly.

In the mirror he practices.

Different smiles and variations of smiling, smirking, grinning and even…sympathy.

Practice makes perfect.

His beard hides his scars that were dotted all over his face making him look like someone you would not necessarily be afraid of. His height was somewhat of a challenge. His looming stature and wide shoulders make him intimidating. Not to mention his deep ass voice…he needed more practice.

After a few hours he felt he was ready to try out his newfound facial expressions. His cheeks were burning from using facial muscles he forgot existed long ago. But he had it to where he felt it was ready.
Ready for the world to see his face and to feel his expressions of expressiveness.
He will win the world over with his charm and smile and perhaps even his delightful conversations.

He went out to meet some people at the church.

He starts walking to the church, one of the best parts about living near work is that you can walk. That and he didn’t have the money for gas after buying the suit and the haircut. Hell, he didn’t even have money left for food but he felt it was something more needed than those things.

The walk wasn’t far at all, maybe a 20-minute walk and it was warm outside, so it was a pleasant stroll. He was going to join in the bible study to show off his newfound knowledge of the bible and god.

He passed a few people on the way and he didn’t give them the time of day until it struck him like a brick…He should try and get everyone to like him. Practice on people in the streets while on the way.

An old man walks towards him, Morbid gives a big smile.

“Good afternoon!” He said a little too excited with a smile much to large unless you were on some serious drugs.

The old man looks at him strangely and walks quickly by him.

Hmm, too much. He thought to himself. Perhaps toning it down a little will get people to open up more and perhaps he will get a response.

Here comes another person, a woman looking like she’s in her mid-20s with two kids in toe.

He is going to tone it down a little and see if he could get a reaction.
She comes by and is almost right by him.

“Good Afternoon.” He said with a light smirk on his face looking her dead in the eyes and held her gaze for longer than he should have.

She quickly scurried by rushing her kids to pass.

OK, perhaps a smirk looks a bit rapey coming from him. Maybe it was just his timing or use of facial expressions at the wrong time. Defiantly the e
ye-fucking wasn’t the smartest thing to do.
It was definitely the wrong facial expression as well.

In good etiquette you should never hold eye contact for more than five seconds at a time. People, much like other animals, will take that as something threat and will react accordingly.
You are supposed to hold your eye contact for 5 seconds, shift elsewhere for a few seconds then back again, repeat.
By holding constant eye contact it makes the other party uncomfortable and when they are uncomfortable it makes things awkward.

Always break eye contact in order to save yourself this embarrassment.

OK, He knows that a smirk gives him the rape-vibe. A big smile makes him come off like he’s on drugs and hardcore eye contact is makes people feel threatened.

This is good.

He is getting much needed feedback from something he is learning.

And here comes another person he could potentially get to like him.

A man looking like he was in his early 30’s, well built and appearing to be kind of grumpy.
Morbid puts on a light smile and looks the man in the eyes.

“Lovely day isn’t it?”

The man ignores him and continues to walk.

“Fuck you, asshole!” he thought to himself. How fucking rude was that? Someone tries to engage in a light conversation and you just ignore him!
The smile was on fucking point and everything.

Bastard!

Morbid was mildly discouraged by that asshole ignoring him. He isn’t used to being ignored by people. He ignores people, not the other way around. That’s how shit works in his world.

After a few minutes of being huffy and pissy he regains his composure as a couple starts to walk towards him.
A man and a woman. They looked like they were in love and were holding hands while they chatted. Talking about relationship shit…you know how relationships are. All eooey gooey and shit.

It is time, he smiles lightly and waits for his time.

They approach and he is ready, Making steady eye contact with the man and glancing eye contact with the woman.
He nods.

“Beautiful day for a walk, don’t you think?” He said with his strong Russian accent, smile still plastered across his face.

“Yes, it is, sir” The man replied with a return smile. The woman gave a little smile of her own…. success!

He did it.

In his mind there was a mini celebration going on. It was like a party for one and only he could enjoy it.
He tried the entire day to get his smiling and being nice trope down and it seems he hit the sweet spot when it comes to that.
The rest of his walk he just repeated the same tactics he used on the couple and got a good response from it. Everyone was polite and nice back to him.

He finally made it to the church

It was about 5pm when he arrived, and the bible study was just about to begin.

He was a new face there, even though he worked at the church, he still wasn’t a fixture at church events. Everyone just assumed he was a hermit of some sort and left him alone. So him arriving for bible study took everyone by surprise.
He sat in the back in the circle and grabbed a bible that was placed under his chair, everyone had a bible beneath their chairs.
The pastor walks in and is immediately directing his attention to the large man sitting in the circle, newfound haircut and suit.

“Who was this man” he thought to himself. He knew who it was but wasn’t used to seeing him like this. No one was used to seeing him like this. This was all very new to them. Hell, it was new to him as well.

Morbid sat there looking at the pastor, a slight smile on his face that gave off the appearance of being humble.

“Looks like we have a new person in our group today. Kyril, would you like to introduce yourself to those who may not know of you?” The pastor said

Morbid was a little nervous. I don’t think he was prepared to be put on the spot.

“What should I say?” He softly said.

“ A little about your life story and what brings you here today. Don’t be afraid, this is a no judgment zone.” The pastor said in a kind voice. Fuck, he was good! He has the caring effect working for him so well Morbid almost believed he meant it.

Morbid stands up then fixes his jacket and rearranges his tie.

“I am Kyril Krizchev, I was born in St Petersburg Russia. My mother was a prostitute that was murdered when I was 10 while conducting business. I joined the army when I was old enough and excelled and was accepted into Spetsnaz where I was for 10 years before moving to America and going to college. I was a Mortician for 20 years as well as a professional fighter for many different federations in the past. The last one was the XWF. I wrestled under the name Morbid Angel.”

A few people in the group gasped when they heard the name “Morbid Angel”. After all he was famous worldwide for years and years for being a thorn in gods ass and causing unspeakable amounts of pain on his victims. So much in fact that his matches had to sometimes be censored before being put on the television.

“Got into drugs, I Lost my license to be a mortician, got fired from the XWF and became homeless.” Morbid takes a deep breath. He really hasn’t told anyone about his great fall from the top.

“I was homeless for a couple years until I was given a card to this church by an old acquaintance of mine from the old federation. Not sure how they found me, but they did. He saved my life and here I stand, a better man because of people that took the time to take pity on someone that needed it.”

Morbid sits down. The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop…well, not really hear a pin drop…there was carpet on the floor but if the floor had tile or wood, you would definitely hear that shit.

The pastor knew that Kyril was Morbid Angel. Others in the church had told him that he was. There were fans of the XWF there and even told him of the things he has done.
It’s not like the pastor agreed with what he had done, it was the fact that there was nothing he could do to change the man except help him to see the light.
He viewed this as a win, Kyril now seeing the light, changing his appearance to look more gentlemanly. The new, more friendly appearance and the fact that he actually came to bible study said a lot.

Maybe people can change.

It is one of those things where he had hoped Kyril left the Morbid Angel persona behind him. Left that idea in the dumpster where he was found.
At first meeting him he noticed that Kyril was a very quiet man, he didn’t speak much and appeared to not really want to engage in any type of conversation with anyone. It was hard to gauge whether he was grateful or not for all the church had done for him because he never said a word. He just noticed that he was a smart man with the ability to perfect things that the church lacked, coming up with ideas to better their stores, balance their accounts and even set a broken arm from a worker. Things that not everyone could do. Things that certain people can do, and that’s why the pastor put him as the church accountant. To invest the money, divvy it to proper accounts and not really say too much about it. This was the first time he heard a little about Kyril other than how scary he was from the other members.

The pastor stood in the middle of the circle.

“Let us Pray.”

The scene fades to Black.

And here we have it, another day with Morbid Angel. Today he was walking through a local store. He was dressed in what would be considered his new casual attire, dress pants, white button-down shirt and blazer.
He was shopping…what an odd thing for him to be doing. After all someone as internationally famous as he shopping for himself?
Damn right! He ain’t no punk bitch that has his servants shop for him. He can take care of himself. He’s a grown ass man that wants to do grown ass man shit. Like buy his own fucking food.
Here he was at the local Walmart, buying whatever he wanted at that moment. People pass buy and stare, might be because they recognize him from the XWF or the CTN (Christian Television Network). I’m sure some do from those things but most noticed he wasn’t wearing a mask…Mask Shaming!
He had a small collection of people following him with their cellphones out, recording him walking around while pushing his cart.
In his mind it was because he was famous but in theirs it was because he was some rich fuck thinking that he didn’t need to wear a mask because he was better than everyone else.

Could be the case, but why cover that award winning smile?

“Hey asshole! You too good to wear a mask?” One of the men said while recording.

Being a self-absorbed twat, he didn’t register exactly what the man had said to him before sticking the phone in his face.

“No time for pictures today. I need to get home to make some flan. You can join me at my church this weekend for service. “ He said as he tried to block the camera from recording him like he was being attacked by the paparazzi.

“Fuck your church! Put on a mask!” The man got a little more aggressive.

Being aggressive with Morbid isn’t a well-advised thing to do. He may be a “man of god” but he sure isn’t blessed with an over abundance of patience.
I don’t think this man knew exactly who he was dealing with. Walking that thin like between being a tough guy and fixing to look like a little bitch. All it would take is a second to change that man’s outlook on recording people. Just one second.

But again, Morbid was in his own world and assumed he wanted an interview.
One could only imagine what was going through his mind to completely ignore this man being a complete asshole.

“OK, I’ll give you a small interview about my upcoming match. It’ll be quick. Post it on your twitter or Facebook. Whatever you want to do with it. Just tag me in the post.” He said while stopping his cart.

“Fuck your interview, you could get people sick!”

“As you well know, I have a match coming up with Robbie Bourbon and Thunder Knuckles for the XWF number one contenders spot for the tag titles. It is something I never had before in the XWF. I’ve held a lot of titles in the past but these are the ones I never had a chance to hold. So it’s kind of a big deal.”

“Fuck you man! There are women and children in here!”

“I’ll start with Robbie Bourbon.
Seems like you don’t really have anything bad to say about me other than that I’m a liar and Killian is a bad partner. Let’s start off with the liar bit.
You proved me wrong by having Thunder Knuckles smell his fingers and they smell like cocoa butter. I totally get it. He washes his hands and moisturizes. Everyone should wash their hands because there is a fucking pandemic doing on here. It’s just a smart thing to do. And no one wants dry hands so really putting on some lotion isn’t proof of anything.
Now, as for me being a liar, that is one of those things you can’t disprove. It simply cannot be done. It’s a claim that has its validity with the possibility of being true. You simply can’t smell fingers and say you proved me wrong…unless you were trying to play it off.
Like I said before, I’m not judging you. The male g-spot is in the anus so if that’s what gets you off then go for it. I am not god but just know, he probably is judging you for that. Having too much pleasure is a sin punishable with the burning of a thousand hells! And that is a lot of hell!

As for Killian being a bad partner. I’ve seen his ability in the ring, and I will say I am always impressed by what he does. Yeah, he came into the federation kind of weak, but he trained and became something of legend here. That’s something not easily done so he does deserve a little respect for that.
Killian is a strong partner and together we will destroy the opposition…which is you guys, sad to say.

I also noticed you found my Morbid Angel Halloween mask. THAT IS A COLLECTOR’S ITEM! They don’t even make that shit anymore! DON’T TOUCH MY STUFF!

As for Thunder Knuckles, yes, I believe I can steamroll both of you by myself. I just see two fat, out of shape, mongoloid heaps of shit. But hey, you guys are being somewhat nice to me.
Are you fucking with my water fireworks? It’s called improvising. I don’t have a slew of fireworks stockpiled up my ass.
Seems like you are a bit hostile with me. Did I piss in your cornflakes?
You would be lucky if I pissed in that shit! Cornflake’s suck!

It’s amazing how Thunder Knuckles thinks he has be backed into a proverbial corner. You think that just because I made one mistake it erases all the dumb shit you guys have said?
Let’s look at it this way. You two used to be the champions, correct? You lost it to the current champions, correct?
You don’t have the right to get number one contender anymore. Yes, me and Killian have more of a claim to it than you two buffoons do because the people don’t want to see the same old dried up fighters fighting for the same old dried up titles. They want a selection, they want a variety.
OK, I’ll dumb it down even more for you because you are obviously the most special one on that team.
Vinnie Lane can’t make money letting losers fight champions all the time. You two lost, sorry, that sucks but you still lost there for you are losers. What money could be made if you two were just given a shot again at the tag titles? Would the people like to witness something that has already been done before? Why don’t you stop harping on it and let a better team lead the way. Let other people have their shot at the gold. It would be boring if it was just the same two teams going against each other all the time.
Understand?

You go on to say that I’ve done nothing. I’ve only been back for a little over a month. What do you expect, a Universal Championship?
How was that going to play out in your head? Was I going to have an epiphany and come to terms that I suck?
Silly little boy, you have no idea how all this works.
My “curtain jerker” Match that I won, remember it had some impressing people in it. I also requested an early match because if you recall, I had a service later that night I needed to do.
But why would you recall that. That would take effort and actually paying attention to other people.

I also don’t know what all that was in your promo. It was like you were paring a bunch of words together trying to make something stick and for christ sake, what the fuck is a RP? Knuckles, buddy, answer me that one question.”

Morbid starts to talk away and sees Mastermind walking out of one of the isles, he was holding a gallon of milk and some eggs.

“Killian! Over here!” Morbid yelled as he waved at him.

Mastermind got physically upset by being called Killian again and looks at Morbid.

“I said don’t fucking call me KILLIAN!” He said as he throws the milk against the floor causing it to explode all over.

“Killian, come here, we have fans!” Morbid yelled while smiling.

“I’M NOT KILLIAN!” Mastermind then throws the carton of eggs at Morbid. Morbid dodges the incoming eggs, they slap into the face of the asshole with the phone.

“Not cool, Killy. Not cool at all.”

The scene fades to a Blood Red

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