The scene opens to Morbid Angel pulling into the parking lot of the XWF headquarters. Morbid Angel decided to go to Steve Sayers for this interview…Mostly because he was bored and wanted to get out and do something before the weather changed again.

Morbid enters the building walking past groups of people wearing high end business wear. Morbid who is never known for dressing the part of a High end gentleman was wearing all black. Just a black button down shirt and long black pants, black boots and a black leather jacket. The camera following him swings around to show the front of him. Morbid points at the GUCCI logo on the jacket then gives the thumbs up before storming by and into the elevator.

Once upstairs Morbid Angel goes straight into Steve Sayers office and sits down in front of his desk.





Sayers-”Can I help you?”


Morbid-”You know what time it is…It’s Promo time!!!”


[/color]Sayers-”I told you earlier that you can’t just show up whenever you want. I am suppose to meet with Ezekiel in an hour.”


[color=#FF0000]Morbid-”Nah…fuck him! You are going to talk to me…besides…it’ll be quick!”





Sayers exhales deeply and rolls his eyes





Sayers-”let me get a drink first. You can talk to the camera for a few moments”





Sayers gets up from his desk and walks over to a mini refrigerator on the far wall behind Morbid Angel.







Morbid Angel-”Michael, I have no more words for you so instead I am going to talk about other things…like…stuff….SAYERS!”





At this time Sayers walks back around the desk and takes a seat.





Sayers-”I’m right here.”


Morbid-”Oh…so you are! How are you today?”






Sayers stood shocked for a few seconds before answering






Sayers-”I…I’m doing well thank y……”


Morbid-”Yeah…whatever! Listen to me Sayers! I have something to say to…you now…about someone we know…about a match I am going to have…know what I mean?”


Sayers-”…no…”


Morbid-”Motherfucker! You know what I’m talking about…soldier boy?!”


Sayers-”The Rapper?”


Morbid-”…Yes…the rapper…that’s what I meant…NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT! THE GUY?!”


Sayers-”ooooh, you were talking about Michae…………”


Morbid-”SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH! I said we wouldn’t talk about him anymore!”


Sayers-”but you were talking like you wanted to talk about him”


Morbid-”that’s not what I meant! I was going to hint towards him then I was going to shit talk the supposed person without even mentioning his name.”


Sayers-”Well…talk…”


Morbid-”ever notice how people in general are fucking two faced sacks of shit? You fucking bend over backwards to help them and they just take a nice fucking shit in your face! I have done a good many things for people throughout the years…but never in my life have I come across some fucked up shit like the Army! Those bastards! Those miserable bastards! And not to mention my father who fucking hates me…he might not say it to my face but I see it in his eyes! Hating! I hear murmurs of his hate for me! If it wasn’t about the failures that I have done it would be about my homosexuality and being told every day what scum they are…knowing or not knowing I feel the pain!

My siblings are worthless shits that used me as well…borrowed loads of money when they needed it and never repaid what they owe. When I ask a simple favor they can’t and are full of excuses! They sit there and watch me fucking sink to the bottom of the world and still they would sit there and watch me die!

The Army took advantage of a good thing! I was the best and they even fucking told me I was the best and see what they did? Fucking with me and just using me to the fucking bone and expecting me to be happy about it? Expecting me not to crack? In this world there are two things…HONORABLE people and DISHONORABLE people…my family, my friends, my job! All of those people are the cancer of the fucking world and the only thing keeping me from killing myself is this! XWF! To fucking destroy people! To watch people suffer! But I can’t because they are better than me! So instead I sit here and think about better ways to die! Thinking of a way to improve the quickness and painlessness of death! Should I shoot myself in the fucking face with my trusty guy I have…which by the way people who get dishonorable from the military are not allowed to purchase guns…anyway…perhaps slashing my wrists? But that sounds too painful…hanging? An intentional car crash? Overdose? So many ways to choose! But at the end of the day I am the fucking pussy who can’t even take his own life! I live every day suffering myself and watching people lose respect for me because I just can’t keep my mouth shut! Who do I have? NO ONE! What do I own? NOTHING! What is going right in my life? NOT A GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING THING!

Did I sum you up, Michael? Are these your feelings of life? Destitute and unloved by everyone? Do you think you actually have a chance against me? I have no emotions when if comes to suffering! Nothing I could say and do to you would bring you to the suffering that I came through! Fuck your fucking family! Fuck your Delta bullshit, Fuck your friends! And most of all…FUCK YOU!”






Morbid gets up and Looks back at the camera pointing at the large GUCCI logo on his jacket then quickly looks at Sayers and whispers.





Morbid-”GUCCI pays more…better placement…”





Morbid walks out of the office.









And the scene fades to a Blood Red!