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Victory Forever.

What else can be said about Morbid Angel?

He has come to this federation with one plan in mind and that is complete and utter victory. So far he has fulfilled the prophecy that he foretold.

Maybe this makes him the new Jesus Christ. After all doesn’t giving a prophecy and fulfilling it mean he is God?

…maybe…

Or perhaps he is just that goddamn good at what he does! After all he is a force to be reckoned with. Maddy and Oliver Last felt his rage in his first match here and followed that by Twinkletoes McFingerbang Kenny Oliver.

What an amazing time to be this fucking awesome!

I know it is arguable that he lost the first match but let’s be honest here, Maddy was on drugs and didn’t per say beat Morbid Angel but beat Oliver Last. Morbid Angel was about to win this motherfucker when that shit happened.

Say no to drugs!

Except steroids. Do steroids! Lots and lots of steroids! Inject that fucking juice right between your fucking eyes and feel the power!

It is 7AM

We have Morbid Angel laying, sound asleep in his California king bed. His length and girth fill more than half the bed but what else can you expect when you are 6’10 and 350lbs of sheer muscle. You need a big bed to hold you. He was wearing nothing except a bit of sheet covering his nether region, he snores lightly.

He looked like a precious sleeping angel that’s morbid.

How the hell did the camera crew and interviewer get into the house without waking him? I mean, it’s a big house but Morbid Angel normally is an extremely light sleeper because of his past.

This would lead one to believe that these people are professional stockers, sneaking into a house and watching someone sleep…shit’s fucking weird.

Realistically Morbid Angel scheduled this interview the day before but was up all night trying to finish his work with the corpses in the basement.

Seven more Covid deaths were brought to him yesterday. He was to cremate them all except one he had to keep in the freezer after embalming until the ground thaws from the freezing temperature outside.

He was up most of the night finishing that work and just went to bed two hours prior. It’s safe to say that he is deep into sleepy land.

The crew had entered through the open garage door which means they tried the front door and the side door before going through the garage, having to walk around Morbid Angel’s Lincoln Navigator and Hearst before entering the inner garage door which enters into his laundry room that leads into the kitchen. From there they had to pass through the dinning room and the foyer to get to the stairs that lead upstairs to the bedrooms.

Now, there are six rooms upstairs and how would they know which room was his without going into each one?

Were they good guessers?

Still it’s weird that they were comfortable enough to enter the house without being invited then basically search the house.

Morbid Angel’s house of all houses.

Anyway, they recorded him asleep. Like stalkers would do.

“Morbid!” The interviewer loudly whispered as to not wake him up in a panic. You never know what would happen when you wake a beast up from a dead sleep with a loud noise…and he has guns somewhere in the house so that makes this more of a gentle, non-aggressive way to wake him up.

Morbid does not awaken, he just lays there like one of the corpses in his basement.

“Morbid! Were here for your interview!” He said a little louder. Morbid moves his head and snorts as he rolls over and ignores the words spoken to him.

“MORBID!” He said loudly. This time it woke him up but the interviewer couldn’t see his eyes because he was turned away, he was awake and heard the name and now thought someone was breaking into his house.

Big mistake!

Morbid slowly drops his hand to the side of the bed. The interviewer thought his arm slumped down because he was still asleep.

“MORBID ANGEL!” he yelled and with that Morbid sits up quickly and fires a gun directly into the ceiling before pointing it at the intruders.  He stood there completely naked and Peter Gilmour got jealous because the super cock has nothing on Morbid’s real cock.

The camera drops to the floor as both men put their hands in the air in hopes Morbid Angel doesn’t make them disappear into ashes. He has the means to do it if he wanted. He has a crematory right inside his house.

“What the fuck!”

“Were here for your interview.”

“What the fuck!”

“You scheduled this the other day; we were actually on time.”

“What the FUCK!”

“You said you’d leave the side door open for us if you were busy working.”

“What the…oh yeah, that’s right. I completely forgot.”

Morbid Angel lowered the gun and put it back between the mattress for next time someone tries to break into the house.

The camera man picks up his camera and the interviewer looks down as Morbid walks closer, his manly bits sway as they hang low like a pendulum.

Here comes the rape. That was all he could think to himself…what is up with this guy thinking he was going to get raped all the time? Does he think he is rape worthy? Does he think that Morbid is just so obsessed with raping people that he would just randomly rape a guy on camera for the world to see?

Seriously, Morbid does not rape…he teabags. He teabags hard as a motherfucker! Knock your teeth out with his balls he bags so hard!

“Let’s do this shit!” He said as he walked right by the interviewer and headed to the closet to grab some clothes.

He throws on some gym shorts and slides on some shoes before exiting the closet and heads downstairs to his home gym to get his morning workout on.

The camera and interviewer followed him waiting for him to start speaking about his opponents Bonnie Blue and Chris Chaos, but he didn’t say a word.

As he entered the gym he goes over to the bench and starts stacking on the weight for his good morning press. 350lbs plus the 50lb bar making a 400lb rep.

He bangs out 10 reps steady and true to form before racking the bar again and going to another bench and doing his curls.

Long story short the camera man recorded a two-hour workout session without a single word spoken. The cameraman was getting tired of holding the heavy device for so long, the camera starts to shake a little as he struggles to hold it straight at Morbid Angel. The interviewer just leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and looking impatient.

Morbid finishes his morning workout regiment then grabs a towel off the rack and wipes the sweat off his face, back and chest then gets up and leaves the room heading back upstairs to the kitchen to have his breakfast.

What would you have for breakfast if you were Morbid Angel?

Would it be eggs and bacon? Would it be manly eggs and bacon?

No, he drinks a huge glass mix of his protein powder and three Godshots then eats an entire box of Captain Crunch because that shit is also awesome.

The camera just watches him eat for a good 30 minutes.

After eating he goes and sits down in his office and rummages through the desk and pulls out two files and slaps them on the desk then leans back in the chair.

“These are the files I have on Bonnie Blue and Chris Chaos.” He says with a smug look on his face.

“All of this is actually true and serious and all accounts cannot be refuted because there is video evidence.”

“Video evidence? You actually stalked these people?” The interviewer said.

“Shut the fuck up when I’m talking! I was in the middle of explaining myself!” Morbid said as he sat up in his chair and pounded his fist on the desk.

“I paid stalkers to stalk them. If you would have let me finish what I was saying I would have said this sooner. I paid them to follow, take pictures and videos and report back to me with everything they found. I am proud of what I found out, it is a masterpiece to behold as we find out what these two individuals are actually like outside of the ring and what I found out will actually shock the ever loving shit out of you.”

Morbid opens the file labeled for Chris Chaos. There was a picture inside of him then a disc with his name on it as well as a bunch of papers full of handwritten notes.

Morbid thumbs through them looking for something of use and smirks the entire time. He stops a few pages in and stabs the page with his finger in an aggressive pointing that caused the page to wrinkle.

“THIS!”

“What is it?” the interviewer said sounding very curious.

“Well, as it would appear, Chris Chaos goes to a gay bar known for “cruising”.”

“What’s Cruising mean?”

“I believe it means when you go somewhere for gay men and just hook up. No strings attached.”

“So, what you are saying is Chris Chaos is gay?”

“I wouldn’t say gay…maybe bisexual with a strong proclivity for men. These days you never know what people are into. I’d say he is into men to some extent.”

“Are you sure?”

“The evidence never lies. There is video proof of him going into the gay bar, going into the backroom and sucking a few dicks…says so right here on the paper so it has to be true.”

“Really?”

“Really real. I’ll play the video after as proof that he is in fact a dick sucker.” He said as he pulled out a dvd from the folder with “Chris Chaos” written on it in black marker.

“It also says here that on top of him going to gay bars he also does a lot of heroin…now that’s fucked up. I know I do steroids but Heroin? Never. That is a serious drug for people that want to suck at life…. other than that, there is nothing on Chris besides those two things. I figured he would hate to be outed for what he truly is. I am sure he will lose a few fans and also gain some after this.

Chris, shame on you for lying to your fans for so long and thinking that they are stupid enough to believe you aren’t some junky cocksucker swallowing loads for fun! When I do it it’s for muscles but it’s obvious that you are doing it for sexual pleasure.”

Morbid kicks off the desk in his rolling chair which sends him over to a DVD player beneath a large flatscreen tv. He had the DVD evidence in hand, he pops it in the player and hits play, then peddles with his feet to roll back to his desk where the folders were and turns around to watch.

We see a man from a distance, it kind of looks like Chris Chaos. He looks around before entering a bar called “Hard Tymes” and the camera man follows with what had to be a discreet camera set up in order to actually follow into such an establishment.

Once inside the camera follows him from a good 25 ft away towards a dark room in the back of the club. The music was lout and gay men were all around. He enters the dark room as the camera man fights the ocean of queer to get to the back room to see what’s going on inside, flailing and dance music is all you can see.

Then the camera enters the back room…….

The scene fades to a Blood Red!