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Morbid Angel · (01-03-2014)

The scene opens to Little Xerces’s bedroom. Fresh paint on the walls and even had some furniture in there. Morbid Angel who was actually threatened by the state that they will not only take the child but charge him large sums of money for the raising the child…also possible jail time considering how cruel Morbid is with the boy. With that being said, Morbid is trying to be the best he can be…he knows that one more conviction will put him away for years…who wants more jail time? Especially now when Morbid claims he is at “God Status”. The house may be empty for a few days but auditors were there to check the living conditions for the child.

Morbid had some business in Florida for the next couple days and to prove that he was a good father he took along his son figuring that Florida is a fun place and not really caring to do anything fun other than his business…somehow he was talked into going to an amusement park. Knowing Morbid as well as we do we can tell that this would have no amusement value to him. Not even through the gates and he walks slow with his hair almost covering his face like he can hide…how in the fucking hell can you hide that monster of a man? Would hair do it? Absolutely not!

Most children would be running around and having fun but not young Xerces. He slowly walks 4 to 5 paces behind Morbid Angel at all times. Fear is what keeps him in line, Morbid doesn’t play around and is determined not to lose money…or go to jail.

Morbid not being a stupid man knows that the camera man watching him is trying to capture his promo but also knowing that Child Social Services would be watching this as well so he needs to spice up this party. He grabs Xerces by his shirt and pulls him behind a cotton candy stand for a little heart to heart.
Morbid Crouches down next to Xerces and looks directly in the eye

Morbid-“Listen to me! See these cameras?”

The boy nods and looks at the camera

Morbid-“Don’t look at the fucking camera! Look at me! We are going to have some quality time! We’re going to have some fun and you need to be more…excited fucking scream or something and do some rides…whatever kids do. And I am going to pretend to be the doting father!”

The boy with a confused look on his face asks

Xerces-“What does Doting mean?”

Morbid stands up with an impatient look on his face

Morbid-“it means I will pretend to be a good father…but if you fucking screw me over and make me look bad I will fucking make your life hell!”

Morbid reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of money and hands it to the boy.

Morbid-“that is for the games and shit. It should be enough.”

The boys demeanor did not change much other than he was allowed to have fun in a strict way. Nothing too embarrassing to Morbid.

Morbid-“Now act happy!”

The two exit from behind the cotton candy stand. The boy smiling and skipping and Morbid straight faced.

Morbid-“No Skipping!”

The boy quickly stops and walks with a forced smile.
They walk around for a while, the boy playing a few games and goes on a few rides and they both seem to be having a pretty good time. Morbid seems un stressed and even chuckled a few times…might have been a hiccup...hard to tell.
In the back of the park is a haunted mansion attraction. Morbid who has yet to actually play any games or go on any rides was a bit excited to go into the haunted house. Proclaiming that he “lives for this shit!” went inside with his son.
Morbid Angel has never been in a haunted house. He knows it’s not real and is pretty sure it will be lame as hell but what can you do really. Right through the front door stands a man dressed like a zombie…a poorly dressed zombie and Morbid Angel yawn in the man’s face…not even Xerces was frightened by the man.

The poor lighting leading them down a series of hallways with weak attractions and the occasional thing popping up to grab at them but falling just short. Towards the end they enter the “dining room” area. Which had a table full of dead slumped over bodies and a man dressed like leather face runs through the room with a chainsaw trying to frighten them out but with no luck as Morbid and Xerces stand still looking at the man like he was a clown. Leather face walks from the room a little more conquered than before. Morbid walks past the table and one of the Zombies reaches out and grabs the leg of Morbid Angel in an attempt to frighten him.

Morbid flipped out grabbing the fake zombie man and slamming him down on top of the table then threw the table against the wall with the fake zombie man on it. The others sitting around the table were not expecting such a reaction and they scramble to get out of there as Morbid is now on the attack grabbing them and throwing them around like they were rag dolls.

Security comes running in trying to stop Morbid from the attack with no luck as Morbid is still attacking and even with people jumping on his back he moves as if they were nothing. Finally one of the security guards shot Morbid with a taser sending electricity coursing through his body…Morbid does nothing more that let out a low growl as he rips the taser hooks out and tosses them onto the floor.
Now Morbid realizes this isn’t the good exposure that he wanted to have on camera and slowly backs out of the room taking Xerces with him.

Once outside Morbid with haste in his step heads for the exit with his son a near run to keep up.

Morbid-“Come on boy! Cops are coming! Time to get the fuck out of here!

They make it to the parking lot and leave and the scene fades to black

The scene picks up with Morbid Standing in the hotel parking lot to start his promo. He looks at the camera and starts to speak

Morbid-“I am not here to talk about these two hacks who obviously just arrived here in the XWF…I am the UNDEFEATED GOD! But I do feel the need to comment on ignorance. Caliban…you must be slow…I said David Tennant should have been the only Doctor…not the first. And if he needed to be born in 1908? Why? If he was the only Doctor wouldn’t him playing the Doctor at the time he did be fine?...mostly because he would have been the only Doctor because I SAID he would have been the only Doctor…so when you read instead of watching like you are suppose to…this is the point and when your mother has to write down little catch phrases I say so you can comment on how you are so much better is very laughable. I bet you think you are something special. I have yet to lose! I BEAT THE INBREED WYATT REYNOLDS! I am at god status. And here you are talking about crazy…you do know this is real life and there is no time travel or meeting of the gods…so please…please stop before you embarrass yourself any farther…now that I said that and I really have nothing else to say to the likes of some punk kid who obviously sat on daddies lap too long. I have shit to do.”

Morbid looks at the sky seeing the sun fall behind the horizon and back at the camera

Morbid-“Ray Peterson…you are lame…we had such magic…you even offered to rub my feet before the match and now you won’t even talk to me. That is such bullshit! Come on my dear sweet chocolate brownie! Talk dirty to me!”

Morbid pulls out his phone. The back is missing and the screen is smashed but Morbid Acts as if it was still working.

Morbid-“OK, Check this out. When I was in Germany I was taught how to fight by this bad ass SS Officer who was responsible for killing a lot of people…though I can’t tell you who he is because I am sure a lot of people would like to know. He also taught me how to kill and…that story is boring…I’m sorry…I can’t do this…I just can’t suck as bad as Caliban…rambling and shit…I just can’t…I want to but it’s cheap filler and he wouldn’t even watch it. His mommy will and write down that I said he is a

with the Dr. Who thing and even more of an idiot for all that excess filler and claims. Nobody gives a fuck about you except all those fat men staring at your tight ass in your underwear…its true…look on your roster picture online. Your claim to fame picture showcases you in black leather shit and all these old guys covering erections as you grind on them…its actually pretty funny it if was someone else. But it’s you…your mother must be so proud knowing that you shake your ass for greasy fat men for dollar bills…or excuse me…you speak English…Pounds then…motherfucker…I AM STILL UNDEFEATED! VICTORY, VICTORY AND MORE VICTORY!”

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The scene fades to a blood red

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