A sigh left my lips before I took another bite and stood from the table, tossing down a twenty. I started to walk to the door but was stopped by the same man that had waited me. He held out his hand as if to say "You owe me something."

Can I help you?

Your food was $22.95, you are $2.95 short.

And I was short cucumbers.

I pushed past him and began to walk outside, lighting up just as I hit outside the doors. I rolled my eyes seeing only people walking up and down the street. Don't get me wrong, I was worried that Morbid might infect my championship with stupid but not enough to run after him in panic. I took a puff of smoke into my lungs and began to walk down the street, pushing past people. I stumbled on a very ugly beat up old car with "Victory Forever!" scratched off the back of it. Again, I just rolled my eyes to the site. I walked past the car and into a near by building that was full of screaming. I bet I can tell you why Morbid's boyfriend is in love with him, he has lungs of steel.

You might want to think about a farther get away than just, I don't know, four blocks? Also the laughing and sounds of cats dieing is a dead give away Morbid.

I stood in the door way as Morbid stopped kissing and praising my championship. A led pipe drug on the ground as I walked over to him. He got to his feet and I sent the led pipe to the top of his head, only making him stumble back slightly. Morbid Angel- The new meaning to a hard head....Hmmm Hard head.

Victory Forever!

Oh? Now you want to fight or is it just because I am in front of the door that you don't want to be a pussy and run from a girl?

Morbid dart for me, or maybe the door, either way I grabbed him by his balls. I'm probably going to end up regretting that later, or now. I gave them a good twist and got a cat screech in my ear and clawing at my arm the more I started to twist. I finished it off with a knee between the legs and Morbid dropped to the ground getting the Victory! of an almost full Genital Reconstruction Surgery. I walked over him, well over the buddy in his pants, to retrieve my championship and turned back around to him.


Let me start by saying I find my championship more important than the U.S championship, why? I have to work my ass off 24/7 to make sure I keep the damn thing. I don't have the restriction of a show, no, I have everyone on my ass at every time of he day. I've been harassed, I've been stalked, I'm pretty sure I've almost been raped more than once, and I almost got fucking aids.

Morbid started to grab at my championship like a child would grab for candy, so, I slapped his hand and used my foot to probably bust one of his nuts. Not like he was using it anyway. Actually, I wonder if they have even dropped yet.


Do you really think for one second that I would be afraid of a man who lives in his own world where he wins everything? Sorry Morbid, but out here in the real would, you are a smelly hobo looking thing who can't handle when he gets his ass handed to him and runs when he has a real fight on his hands. So, if you want a "Real Match" Considering I haven't had one in a few weeks, then you can have it. Then you can go home, curl up in your Victory Ball, and cry yourself to sleep whispering "Victory Forever, Victory Forever, Victory Forever,". As for me, I'll go home with the prize, you know the proof of winning a match, and sit on my happy ass until the next dick head decides he wants to pin me for an excuse to touch my ass.

I smiled and tossed the championship over the top of my shoulder and began to walk away. I stopped at the door and looked over my shoulder.

Also, I don't like cucumbers.





~Morbids Head~