It is 6Am and the day was warm…warmer than it has been in months! Morbid Angel is seen walking around outside a house that is obviously not his… it was a large mansion surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges! Morbid was trying to peek into the house through cracks in the blinds… Morbid is holding a bag in one hand and a crowbar in the other, he walks up to the back door and slowly places the bag on the ground and tries the doorknob…Locked! Morbid then presses the crowbar into the day jam and beings to pry it open. The crackling of the wood and some force on behalf of the Morbid one the door finally swings open…he tosses the crowbar on the ground and picks up the bag once again and looks at the camera.








Morbid-”Mr Radio…you seem to be the type of guy to double talk. I noticed in your promo to me you were bad mouthing McBride and how easy he was then you went onto the PPV promo and were near sucking his dick at how good he was and how hard he tries…sad day when you make up shit like that…you said it about a few people. Swagmire you also talked shit on to me then went on to say he is hard as shit. What is wrong with you? Can you just hate everyone equally here? Are you the double talking space man who knows nothing of the future? Seeing as in you will probably lose so fucking bad that its not even funny at this point. See…I don’t talk one way for someone then another way for someone else. I talk the same to everyone…you seems to talk out of your ass.


Another one you talked shit on was Supernova…you were just telling me how much you wanted to kill him and then you talk about what a great asset he is to your team. Shame you can’t keep shit straight here…you might actually have been good instead of a steaming pile of shit! I think I hate you a little more now…that’s why I am here! I am here to teach you a lesson! A lesson for…..stuff! STUFF! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…goddamnit!…Camera bitch…follow me!”









Morbid slowly creeps into the house. The home was pretty spacious with stacks of Playboy magazines, Hustlers magazines and unopened soda cans lining the walls throughout the large downstairs portion. Morbid creeps through trying to be as quiet as possible.

Morbid looks into the refrigerator and sees an assortment of Unopened soda cans and lettuce. Morbid raises an eyebrow before shutting the door and opening the freezer portion…full of hundreds of little cups which were half filled with something. Morbid reaches in and grabs one and pulls it out and up to his nose and smells it.








Morbid-”It’s fucking semen! “



Camera man-”Are you sure?”



Morbid-”Yes I’m fucking sure! This motherfucker is cumming in shit and keeping it for food!”



Camera man-”I don’t think it’s cum…how do you even know what cum smells like?”



Morbid-”I don’t have to explain myself to you…I am Morbid Fucking Angel! Shhhhhhhhh!!!!”



Camera Man-”Sometimes you are the weirdest motherfucker I have ever met.”



Morbid-”It’s the hair! Everyone likes my hair so much its weird! Besides! I think he drinks the soda and uses his semen as dressing for the lettuce! That is the only way….that is fucking disgusting! “



Camera man-”I still don’t think this dude is going around jerking his dick into cups for salad dressing. That doesn’t even sound appealing!”







Morbid takes the cup with the slushy gel substance and smears it on the camera man’s shirt then walks into the living room.







Camera man-”Oh god! It is semen! “



Morbid-”SHHHHHHH!”








Morbid works his way past the piles of old porn throughout the downstairs and to the stairs leading to the bedrooms. Morbid starts making his way up to the second level with the bag in his hand.


He arrives at the second floor and sees Radio’s bedroom and heads for it. Quietly creeping in through the open bedroom door and into the room…Radio is sleeping in the bed…Morbid slowly opens the bag and pulls out a handheld AM/FM radio and turns it to AM and then creeps to the bedside and holds it to Radio’s ear before turning it on!


The sounds of the poor quality old time country music mixed with gospel as Morbid scrolled through the stations! Mr Radios eyes jumped open as the music played and he jumped up and fell off the bed! He looks over and sees Morbid Angel standing there with a smirk on his face holding the radio! Morbid, thinking the AM radio was working moved forward to harm Radio more!






Mr Radio-”What the FUCK are you doing!”


Morbid-”ITS TIME TO DIE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”


Mr Radio-”GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!”








Morbid moves closer and closer with the radio and Mr Radio thinking that Morbid was going to fight him started to grab things near by and threw them at Morbid…who ever so slowly walked towards him…Morbid believing in a slow death was enjoying Radios Panic.


Radio pelted Morbid with the bedside clock, lamp, random colognes and in final desperation he grabs the nightstand and throws it at Morbid Angel…Breaking the AM radio! Morbid looked down in displeasure at the breaking of his torturing device!


Radio quickly picks up a book that had fallen onto the floor and holds it in his hand to deflect any more attacks!








Morbid-”you had broken my radio…”


Mr Radio-”GET THE FUCK OUT, KYRIL!”


Morbid-”YOU BROKE MY MOTHERFUCKING RADIO!”







Morbid started to grab and throw things at Radio who in return started throwing things back at Morbid. The two were throwing anything they could find! Finally Morbid grabbed the chest of drawers and threw it! Porn and cloths rain down as it crashed into the wall! Radio dived for cover still clutching the book as Morbid moves in for the final kill! Radio throws the book, hitting Morbid in the eye!








Morbid-”AHHHHHHHHHHH! MY GOOD EYE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”








Morbid runs from the room and you hear as he stumbles and falls down a flight of stairs to the floor bellow! The camera zooms in on the book…it was the Holy Bible!







The scene fades to black!






It opens again to Morbid Angel sitting at home with a patch on his eye. Apparently the rounded corner of the book hit his eyeball and he is to wear the patch to keep him from messing with it. Morbid did not look happy.






Morbid-”Radio…I tried to do things the nice way but now you gone and really Pissed me off! I wanted to kill you when you slept but you couldn’t handle that! You had to be the motherfucker that wants to get in the fucking way and destroy shit! LIKE MY GOOD EYE! Now I will resort to destroying you in the ring! Public embarrassment! I WILL SHAME YOU! I will start with some of your bold claims…like how I am a cheap Duke rip-off…How am I a rip-off? Duke and me are two very different people and mostly I have been me a lot longer than he has been him! Morbid Angel has been a name for years verse Duke being around for what? Two years? He isn’t even evil! The evil he does have is so weak that it’ll make you laugh! He is not racist and he is not entertaining! He is a lame version of everything evil! He is like the bad guy in every kids movie that you probably still watch…because you still live with your mother! Yeah, that’s right! I heard her panting when I was in your house! You filthy fucking animal! ANIMAL! If anything…Duke is a rip-off of Me!


I have merchandise! You sorry sack of shit! You need to look in the clearance section! I decided that selling shit with my name on it was waaaaaayyyyyyyy too main stream so I told them to sell it cheap…I don’t see any Radio merch…where do they keep your shit? The trash? The only people here who get shirts and shit are the big motherfuckers…not a title-less scrub like you. On you held a title a year ago? No one even remembers that you are even a fighter!! You are nothing more than the butt of every joke here in the XWF. You are the shit stain in Supernovas underwear and the cum clumped in Kristy Jackson’s pubic hair. You mean nothing to no one…perhaps that’s why you claimed to have killed your father…at first I thought it was because he raped you hardcore style…then I figured you and Michael Kelly were brothers because his father did the same to him but in the end you are your own person that has nothing to offer the XWF and that’s whats important here. You are the nobody with a shitty story to hide the fact that you suck. You killed your father for the abuse he gave you and then you want to pretend to be some kind of spaceman who still plays with action figures when he gets bored. I mean this is almost comical! We all laugh at you behind your back! Know that for a fact my friend!


You beat Theo Price? And Supernova? Really? HAHAHAHAHAHA! You are full of goddamn shit. They would fucking eat you alive like you were nothing…you couldn’t beat Theo Price even if he was tied up and already unconscious. You would somehow figure out a way to trip over your own feet and knock yourself out on the floor and pull Theo on-top for the pin…that’s how badly you suck.
And there is no Morbid Fatback. Only Gilmour has Fatback…Morbid never is or was fat…I am Ripped! RIPPED! BUFF AS A MOTHERFUCKER! And Gio never backs a loser. If you want to bet on a race then you bet on the winners…not the losers…besides I had just gotten into a fight on his card in Rome and who else was I suppose to call? Gio ran the bitch and now I owe him for getting me out of jail. Simple shit that you should know before you spit in my eye about having my nose up his ass…never happened


Now we go to Mr Radio logic. How can I possibly be a cunt? Cunts don’t look like me and cunts don’t kill people…no matter what world you come from! See how this works? You took something that was already mine and turned it into a weak attempt to get me to look like a cunt…well, let me tell you this…I am not cunt…I am an asshole! Difference is that I really know the difference between a asshole and a cunt. Figuratively speaking. I am not the shitty hole…I am just…mean.


Ertzibet…you laugh at the name I see. Apparently you don’t realize that in other countries there are different names. Ertzibet means Elizabeth but since I am dealing with the most alien in the world…apparently they don’t teach you anything either…we don’t teach anything and your people don’t teach anything…otherwise you wouldn’t be so shocked when you see naked girlies in the magazines…what? No sex education on the planet Nebular? No naked women in your little bresticle bars? Do you people even have women? Or do you all make children by sticking dicks in each others asses? I am really interested to know…it seems like something you would do…fucking your own ass and everything…have little Radio’s running around…AM, FM, and Tuner…good names for children…you will be the best mommy and daddy in town!


There was a case in the Americas a few years back…there is actually a video of this incase you wanted to see it…called Mr Hands. A Horse fucked a man so hard that the cock went through his organs and if the cock went the right way he would have been spitting semen. The man died from the fucking by the way….Science has nothing to do with it…truths…and so you know this while you spit little things that you believe as truth…Science if full of these little things called “theories”. do you know what Theories are? They are educated guesses. Nothing is exact and you saying that something isn’t possible says one thing…you have no fucking idea of what you are talking about…you made yourself look stupid in front of everyone…I hope you know this.


I also want you to know that your little “Oh I’m Morbid Angel’s mom” thing…very cute…everyone tries to play my mother…considering if she was still alive she would be near 80 years old…but she died along time ago in Russia and she probably couldn’t speak English to save her life…mainly because she was a stupid Russian whore…anyone could pay a hooker to pretend to be anyone in the world and here you are…getting an old ass hooker to pretend to be my mother thinking that I will flip out and yell and say HOW DARE YOU! I don’t…in fact I hope you recorded it so I can show everyone in the locker room that you have a tiny penis and you like dusty old vagina. Apparently you want to have sex with me…why else would you want to fuck my mother…look at me! I am ugly as hell! She obviously was a fuck ugly bitch. That was so nasty I want to throw up all over your saved semen samples in your refrigerator.


Fucking fuck? You called me a fucking fuck? Really? This is what the future holds for us? A bunch of crying shit? Did I hit a soft spot for you? Was it your mother? Did your mommy mean a lot to you? Did you enjoy the long nights of sex with her birth canal? You aliens are disgusting! DISGUSTING! I can’t believe you admitted to fucking your own mother!! I bet that shit made the holidays awkward as a motherfucker! Did it go something like this. “hi mom…could you pass your vagina!” hahaha…ok…that joke sucked! But fuck you! I say what I want! The point is you are one nasty motherfucker for even admitting having sex with your mother! And you play Pokemon in her basement still! You dastardly mother fucker! First your own mother then you want to fuck mine? This is just awkward as hell.


I want you to know that before the match is over you will know that I, Morbid Angel will be standing over your unconscious body…laughing at what you can never be…besides a real man…you will never be victorious in battle, you never will be a fan favorite unless you count yourself. Morbid Angel will haunt you. Until your last day on this earth…I will make your life a living hell. If for some unknown reason you beat me…you better kill me! Because I’ll keep coming back and back until one of us is dead! See you in the ring!”











The scene fades to a Blood red!