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Morbid Angel · (07-10-2014)

Time runs fast for the mortals of the world, even Morbid Angel feeling the hands of time pushing on him like an unsquattablee amount.

Near a month since Morbid has graced the ring for a match. Many people say they were injured and needed the time off but Morbid just wanted to take time to himself and work on a few things…perhaps taking up painting…no knitting…what the fuck else would he do?

Morbid Angel was sitting outside watching the sky as the sun beamed down upon his face. Not being a fan of the sun he moved back into a shaded area then scanned over his yard .

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May need some caring for but still…the Morbid mansion! Morbid looks at the camera and begins to speak.

Morbid Angel-“Oh, how the world loves to shit on me! Here I am, Morbid Angel and I have to face the most worthless bunch in this motherfucker! Ashe Dawson…yeah, there are others in this match but yet his name is the most pathetic of them all. Here he is talking about how I need to be sued by the fucking band! Lets get something clear Ass Dawson, I have been around longer than the band and the fact that you think that I took it from them makes me Laugh. They asked me for permission to use the name for their band and that is a fact that I made perfectly clear near 9 months ago. With all that being said, the band kind of sucks and I am the original MORBID ANGEL!

Questions make this world go around and around…perhaps you should ask a few questions about someone before you go ejaculating from your mouth-hole! You go on to notify everyone that I am not from America…No shit! Really? I mean I try so hard to fit in here and pretend to be American…do you even know where I am from? Do you know my history? I am sure you don’t considering how quick you are to talk crazy that will make you look stupid. Let me just give you a brief rundown on who I am…and before you start talking about how you bet my name isn’t really Morbid Angel…it isn’t…My birth name is Kyril. Kyril Krischiv…Born in Saint Petersburg Russia, I am 48 years old…My mother was a prostitute and was murdered. Blah, blah, blah! Oh and I speak 4 languages…because I fucking can!

Isn’t it exciting to learn some new and exciting things about others? I mean, I am sure I know more about you than you know about me. Actually I can say it’s a fact at this point.

My accident? Ah yes…almost forgot about that…lets just say that the steroids I inject into my testicles make my leg muscles so massive that it really doesn’t bother me anymore so go ahead…attack away! In I’ll let you get a free hit in on me…fuck yeah! Hit that shit! Hit it like it was your mothers ass!

Let me tell you a little bit about yourself here now…before you tell me if I am right…I know I am.

You want to be viewed as the typical lunatic tough guy, probably going to claim some kind of military service or hard prison time to account for being tough. You already admitted to growing up in Pittsburgh in the “Scummy Areas” as you so thoughtfully put it…automatically you are wanting us to believe that you are from a hard life where your father or stepfather maybe even multiple boyfriends of your mother beat you or even sexually abused you which caused you to go completely bats hit crazy…maybe you will block and say no…maybe you watched your mother die of a drug overdose or maybe even murdered…anyway. she ends up dead and you happen to watch it or find the body and it caused a fuck ass ton of mental problems for you. Maybe you became overly violent in school and got expelled for raping underclassmen in the lavatory?…you look like that type of motherfucker.

But again you will block that little attack and say I was wrong again…well, perhaps you grew up in a shit area…Like most of the bastards here and you got picked on for being such a little bitch. In school, at home…doesn’t matter…people fucked with you and teased you for having a face that makes you look like Sloth from the Goonies. With all this taken into consideration of the bad area, the teachers would not save you from the torment and your mother was so bust taking in dicks for cash that she didn’t want anything more to do with that crying shit.

So here we are. I know that one of those reasons were right…maybe even a mixture of all of them but at the end of the day…I was right about you. I have seen people like you come and go. The cookie cutter mold is still making four dozen punks just like you…and for what? No other reason than to lose to other motherfuckers that broke the mold! I didn’t get this far by just throwing around half assed comments about shit I have no idea about. I am invested in what I do! I dig into the flesh and rip out what I want! And all I want from you and the other cunts in this match is just a fucking VICTORY!

Make my words Ashe Dawson…I am far from what you are use to! I am probably the biggest threat you will ever meet here in the XWF and I don’t say this because I am cocky…I say this because its true! You are a carbon copy of a carbon copy. You are so faded I can hardly make out your face! that’s how things are…and by things I mean you…I needed to specify because you look kind of stupid…Enjoy!”

The scene fades to a Blood Red!

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