Vegito (c) VS Triple D VS Morbid Angel

[Shane Powers]

DEADLINE IS 6 PM Est, 11 PM UK, 11/03

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[Vegito]

Yeah this is my 1st posting my rp on a web site. Wasn't really too inspired and I all ready thought about rest after Quest for Gold. I think I need a recharge so to speak on ideas. Here's the rp, hope you enjoy it.

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[Morbid Angel]

**After the match** - Morbid Angel walks to his home and is greeted by Bathory and Mastema. Morbid Walks in takes a seat.

Morbid Angel-“ I am exhausted! I don’t think I have ever been this tired!”<br>
Bathory looks at Morbid Angel’s face and see’s that something is not right. His eyes were moving and he was shaking! Blood still runs 2 and a half hours after his match ended! Morbid Angel wipes his hand across his forehead and wipes the blood on his red colored suppose to be white shirt!

Bathory-“ Jake I think you might want to see a Doctor....”<br>
Morbid-“ Never! I will be fine.. I just need some time to relax....”<br>
Mastema grabs a soda from Morbid Angel refrigerator and walks to his friend and proceeds to drink it...Morbid gets up and goes upstairs to shower and change from his bloody cloths. About 20 minutes later a thud is heard from above! Mastema and Bathory rush up the stairs and burst into Morbid Angel’s room...Morbid Angel collapsed while getting dressed! A blood covered towel lay beside him and a pool of blood was forming from his calf which was covered by pants...Bathory rushed to the phone and called 911...

911 emergency dispatcher-“ 911 emergency”<br>
Bathory-“ Hello, I am at 667 Lucifer Falls Drive...My friend just collapsed and is bleeding badly”<br>
911- “ is he conscious?”<br>
Bathory-“ Of Corse not..he collapsed!”<br>
911-“ is he breathing?”<br>
Bathory looks at Mastema and has him check.....Morbid is breathing...but not strongly”<br>
Bathory-“ well not very good..but he is breathing”<br>
911-“Someone will be there soon...would you like for me to stay on the li.............”<br>
Bathory hangs up the phone and goes to Morbid Angel’s side. A rare shot of Morbid Angel without his shirt on...tattoos that have never been seen now have...Morbid Angel has a large Goat Head with 3 eyes on his chest and “Morbid” tattooed across his stomach...Mastema rolls him onto his side to make sure he isn’t bleeding from other places....showing Morbid Angel very large...very graphic tattoo of Jesus Christ being gutted....
Moments go by before the Ambulance pulls into the driveway...Morbid Angel is loaded up and is taken to the nearest Hospital! Bathory and Mastema follow behind in Morbid’s prized Navigator. The scene cuts out.


The scene picks up with Morbid Angel unconscious on the hospital bed! Morbid passed out from a loss of blood. During the fall through the glass and other stuff Morbid’s lag was sliced by a large piece of glass. Morbid was so busy taking care of the Corpse after the match that he had not yet felt the large gash that was leaking blood at a good rate. Bathory and Mastema sit at his bed side hoping he will awaken soon.

Bathory-“ Goddamn it Jake! You should take better care of your self!”<br>
Mastema-“ You know he can’t hear you...he is unconscious!”<br>
Bathory-“ so what! He can hear...don’t you know anything about the medical world? When you are unconscious you can hear but not decipher the information....when he wakes up he will know those words but not remember anything else.”<br>
Mastema-“ what ever...your almost as weird as he is!”<br>
Morbid starts to awaken...Morbid Angel’s groggy eyes open slowly and see’s the ceiling..

Morbid-“I see a white ceiling with floresient lights! My house does not have white ceilings! WHO PUT ME BACK IN THE HOSPITAL!!!!”<br>
Mastema and Bathory move to his side to explain...

Bathory-“ You lost some blood making you pass out...we called the medical hospital not the mental hospital....”<br>
Morbid-“ son of a bitch...get me up!”<br>
Mastema Holds him down

Morbid-“ where are my cloths! Goddamn it!!! what is with hospitals and taking people’s cloths! Goddamn pricks!

Bathory-“ oh shut up! If you were to think for one second after a match! You would not be in this situation! “<br>
Morbid-“ Bathory! Don’t pull that PMS bitch shit on me! I am a busy person!”<br>
Mastema-“ Just calm down...everything is going to be OK”<br>
Morbid stops struggling

Morbid-“ could you get me something to drink?”<br>
Mastema leaves the room leaving Morbid and Bathory alone.

Morbid-“ what the fuck is your problem?”<br>
Bathory-“ what do you think is my problem! I am tired of taking you to the hospital! I want you to retire before its to late.”<br>
Morbid-“ before what’s to late? I am fine”<br>
Bathory-“ NO YOUR NOT FINE! Your losing your grip on reality...your going to sink...I don’t even know you any more”<br>
Morbid-“ how can you say that...I have changed and so have you..you quit fighting years ago...I never held that against you...”<br>
Bathory-“ I decided to get out because I saw what was happening to you. You forget to often that I know as much about medicine as you...I saw your skull getting bashed around..I saw the effects of it all...I knew that it was a matter of time before you completely lost it”<br>
Morbid-“ I haven’t lost it yet.. What’s the worry.”<br>
Bathory-“ Oh OK, I guess breaking out of hospitals, beating people almost to death, attacking some guy because he looked at you funny....your not sane anymore.”<br>
Morbid stops and drops the conversation.

Morbid-“ who is in my next match?”<br>
Bathory-“ see you forget to soon! Vegito and Triple D”<br>
Morbid-“ I didn’t forget..I just didn’t remember that’s all!”<br>
Bathory-“ I think you should drop the match...come back to Germany...we can open new funeral parlors! Jake it will be like the good old days! Remember, death was the beginning of us both!”<br>
Morbid-“Death started off my business...it game me POWER that I needed!”<br>
Bathory-“ and what of our friendship! Are you saying that my help to you isn’t worth saving your life!”<br>
Morbid-“ Our friendship leaves me...your like a sister to me...But I much rather die on my feet then live on my knees! I can stop now and die an old man with a little left to his mind! Or I can die soon! Not knowing what is going on!”<br>
Bathory-“ Don’t do this match! If you do..I will go back to Germany and never come back!”

[Morbid Angel]

Morbid-“ if you cannot support me in my wishes...then it may be the best that you go back to Germany....

Bathory shakes her head in disapproval.

Morbid-“ Vegito..once again we are forced to fight..our numbers are now what? You at 1 and me at 4? Isn’t that amazing...this time you will not be so lucky! I Morbid Angel have decided that it is time that you drop the title and do something that fits you better. I think that your going to be better at something else...like being the Hardcore Champ maybe.. I know that from my last encounters with you..I may have come off harsh...Vegito...Harsh is nothing compared to what will happen in the ring.. Triple D will also be after you...making that two against one...we will beat you to the ground then battle against each other to see who will pin you! Vegito do you think that for a moment that you will walk away with the title? Man that is the biggest joke that could be told! The only think you will be walking out with is your teeth! I will personally collect them and place them into your pocket! That’s the kinda guy I am! Well besides the match...how’s it going? Have you had any good fights since the last time? I know I hurt you good! The champ loses to Morbid Angel in a non title match! Man I say I was robbed of my victory! MY WORLD TITLE! I bet you set it up to! Sitting there kissing the ass of every important hole in the federation! Just to get a non title match against me! MORBID FUCKING ANGEL! You knew that a rematch would be your down fall! You knew that if it were a title match that you could not muster the strength to beat me again! And your first victory against me was a flaw in judgment! I flaunted to much! I didn’t put my guard up enough! I will admit...I got cocky! But am I now? I am confident that I will take you down and walk away with the title! Who will stop me? Triple D? He still has to suck on Stone Cold’s tit to get ahead in this fucking place! Fuck that! Nothing will hold me back from taking what is mine! Vegito...remember the cross I gave you? The inverted one on your forehead? I remember that..it was a pleasure of mine to do that! I still await your payback on that! What are your intentions? Letting me get away with my title?
I am still baffled to how you got that title...you have talent I will admit! More than that fake prick Jesus Christ! More than most! But I can’t see how you got that title through me!!!! It was me that slipped up! I lost to a man I beat again and again and again...it burns my mind thinking about it. Your like a bad case of crabs that just won’t fucking die! Yeah that’s right! I still heckle those that suck! Vegito! Are you going to throw the match...how dignifying...you hope Triple D beats me? YOU think that little bastard has the balls to kick my ass...fuck you Vegito! Your going to fucking die! Happy? “<br>
Morbid rolls over and looks at Bathory.

Morbid-“ get my out of here”<br>
Bathory-“ I can’t....you have to spent the night”<br>
Morbid-“ Why?”<br>
Bathory-“ uh..to make sure you don’t die...”<br>

Morbid-“ Ah bull shit! I can’t die...I am Morbid Angel!!!...or at least I can’t die from this..it would suck...”<br>
Bathory-“ Whatever...”<br>
Bathory gets up and walks out of the room. Morbid looks around and starts to pull the IV out of his arm. As it fully came out...Method Cobra walks into the room holding an inverted cross made of stone! Morbid stops and looks at him like “What the Fuck”<br>
Method-“ Morbid! I have brought something for you!”<br>
Morbid-“ What’s that....you going to allow me to kick your ass again! HA!”<br>
Method-“ This!!!!!!”<br>
Method takes the cross and hits Morbid Angel in the head with it before he could react to the quick movement of Methods arm! Morbid Angel is knocked out cold!

****Morbid Angel’s unconscious dream****

Morbid Angel awakens to a dark figure in a black and white dream....the figure was dressed all in black, his face covered in darkness standing 10 feet in the air...Morbid Angel stands up and looks at the extremely large man. Morbid showing no sign of fear looks around..

Morbid-“ Am I Dead?”<br>
Dark Figure-“ You are....Alive!”<br>
Morbid-“ Well that’s good to know....what the fuck is this place, and who the fuck are you!?”<br>
Dark Figure-“ I am your Demon, My name is Azazel! Unlike Heaven’s angels I can protect the most promising and devoted dark figures on the planet! You came close to death this time, closer than normal! I was sent to show you parts of the history on your opponents! You tell me who you want to see and I will show you!”<br>
Morbid-“ Right...OK act like I didn’t just get bashed in the face with a stone cross.....you sound crazy...”<br>
Azazel-“ Tell me what it is you want to know.”<br>
Morbid-“ Show me the past of Triple D!”<br>
Azazel-“ I must warn you. What ever time zone we go to, if you decide to take shape you will not take the shape of your self! You will become something near and something equal to them at that time. It is beyond my power to control who you enter!”<br>
Morbid-“ I don’t give a shit! I will find a way to kill him!!”<br>
Azazel-“ Follow me!”<br>
Morbid walks along with Azazel to an old oak tree in this black and white world...Azazel reaches to the tree and grasps a branch and hands it to Morbid Angel! A blistering light later Morbid Angel appeared in an odd day...
The year was 1985! The year that Triple D was of the age of 10...Morbid stunned in his time travel looks around cautiously! Morbid walks about not seeing Triple D anywhere in sight!

Morbid-“ Where is he!”<br>
Morbid walks about for a while before hearing the real name of his nemesis! Jamal Micheals! Morbid looks around quickly..

Woman-“ Jamal Micheals! You get your no good ass over here!”<br>
Morbid pin points his target..

A ten year old, skinny, wimpy......kid!

Morbid-“ Triple D? That skinny little shit! What the fuck!!! I hate the 80's!”<br>
Morbid follows the young Triple D who was being tugged on by a larger woman..all the way to his house.. They come up to a large home..not as big as a Morbid Angel mansion..but big enough to show wealth in that time. A station wagon sits in the driveway all shinny and new...Morbid eyes it like it was shit! They enter the house along with Morbid who is in a supernatural state and can also enter the house with out being seen. The home was full of in that time...high tech equipment! Morbid looks at a record player with that new/old fangled tape deck! Morbid proceeds to follow the two into a back room where a flute sits.

Woman-“ I told you a dozen times that you will not leave this house without at least 2 hours of practice!”<br>
Young Triple D-“ But mom! The sun won’t be up and I won’t be able to play!”<br>
Woman-“ Well that’s just to bad! You think that those friends are going to give you a good career when you grow up? You need to study and practice...You hanging around those hoods are going to be nothing but trouble.”<br>
Young Triple D-“ But mom”

[Morbid Angel]

Woman-“ Get practicing or else no dinner”<br>

Morbid laughs out loud and grins.

Morbid-“ give me a body..I can take him!

The demonic Voice of Azazel is heard

Azazel’s Voice-“ let it be done!”<br>
Another bright light and Morbid is in a different house! And just so happens to be short as hell too....Morbid looks around from his new perspective! He looks at his arms and sees no tattoos...he has no long hair! Morbid runs to the bathroom to see a mirror....He hops onto the counter and sees the temporary new him! Morbid is also a child...a young American boy!

Young Morbid-“ Holy Fucking shit!!! Goddamn it Azazel! You couldn’t make me a dog or something!”<br>
Morbid’s German accent still remains... Morbid jumps off the counter and runs down the stairs...a fat white woman calls out the name Joey....Morbid ignores her...his name is not Joey

Fat woman-“You little shit!”<br>
Morbid gets a slap to the back of the head.

Fat Woman-“ When I call for you, you get over here!”<br>
Young Morbid-“ Look you fat fucking whore! Don’t touch me or I will hack you up while you sleep!”<br>
The woman stands speechless for a second before smacking him in the face and pulling him up by his arm.

Fat Woman-“ Don’t you ever speak to me that way Joseph Ansbury! I will slap the taste out of your mouth!”<br>
Young Morbid-“ It’s a Joke....Smile....”<br>
The fat Woman lets him down a bit

Young Morbid-“ Ya fat Cunt!”<br>
She slaps him in the face
Morbid is far beyond angry! He is not big enough to gain any type of control of this fat woman...all he knows is he needs to get out and find Triple D!
The woman takes him up the stairs and shoves him into his room locking the door behind! Morbid turns quickly and beats on the door with his fists...discouraged he gives up and walks to the window.

Young Morbid-“ Goddamn it! I though you said I would be close!!!! I am not even in the right house!!!!”<br>
Morbid climbs out of the window and slowly slides himself down an overhang meeting a tree.. He sees Triple D’s house from the roof...its across the road! Morbid jumps at the tree and scurries down to the ground. Morbid runs across the road and into the house...Morbid sneaks through the kitchen and grabs a knife from the counter encrusted with yesterdays dinner. Morbid runs down the hall hearing the flute! He whips open the door and the pint sized Morbid Leaps in!

Young Morbid-“ You little shit! Now I will kill you!!!!”<br>
Jamal-“Joey what are you talking about?”<br>
Young Morbid-“ I am not fucking Joey! I am MORBID ANGEL!

Jamal-“who?”<br>
Young Morbid-“ Never mind..we will meet later.....but for now you shall die!”<br>
Jamal-“ Quit joking around, if my mother hears you I will get in some deep crap”<br>
Young Morbid-“ I cannot believe your taller than me! Enjoy this little joke Triple D! Because my other body is much taller!”<br>
Jamal-“ What are you talking about?”<br>
Morbid takes the knife and carves an inverted cross in his forehead and throws it to the floor and lets out a pre-pubescent scream as he attacks Triple D!
Morbid hits Triple D in the face! Triple D drops his flute and punches Morbid again and again! After Triple D’s victory against the Morbid One...Morbid sits with a bloody nose..

Young Morbid-“ damn...you kicked my ass! I feel that this is not fair....I was suppose to get the upper hand! Fucking Azazel!”<br>
Triple D stands over Morbid Angel looking down at him..

Jamal-“ Why do you keep calling me Triple D? You know that not my name Joey!

Young Morbid-“ and my name is not Joey! I am Morbid Angel! Satanic warlord! I am normally a lot taller....and not so American looking....with tattoos....and black long hair!!! not this blonde shit!...you are Triple D! One of my many enemies! I was granted the power to come into the past and destroy you....obviously I need to read more into the fine print! I should have killed you...taken your soul! By the way what does Triple D stand for?”<br>
Jamal-“ I don’t know! I never heard that name before”<br>
Young Morbid-“ You LIE!”<br>
Jamal-“ your starting to freak me out..”<br>
Young Morbid-“ Starting to! Fuck you man! I am going to dissect you insides! Make you eat that flute! Motherfucker!”<br>
Morbid gets in a pouncing position to jump Triple D again....The fat woman came in behind him.

Fat woman-“ BOY! You are nothing but trouble!”<br>
Morbid turns around, blood from his carved in inverted cross drips down his face...Morbid pounces the fat woman! Biting her wrist! Morbid kicks her shin then backs off and jumps on Triple D and tries to choke him! Triple D gets the better hand and rolls over on top of Morbid and Morbid’s head wacks the floor hard! Knocking him out cold!
He awakens in the same black and white realm that he was in before! Morbid Angel sits up quickly and looks around then checks himself.....he is himself again!

Morbid-“ goddamn right!”<br>
Azazel stands beside him like he never moved to begin with!

Azazel-“ And how was your experience?”<br>
Morbid-“ I will say one thing...you fucked me up on that bull shit! I needed someone at least a little bigger”<br>
Azazel-“ I already explained that you will be equal...but unable to cause harm to them...I made you the same age...and you were unable to harm him..

Morbid-“Bastard!”<br>
Morbid Walks to the tree

Morbid-“ Triple D...that wasn’t what I expected of you..I wanted to end your life before it began in the professional world...I still wonder...what the hell does Triple D stand for? You never answer me...why is that..do I intimidate you? And I ugly? By the way how is Austin? I am sure he is not going to sue the hospital after that little mistake...it is amazing that people can mistake

[Morbid Angel]

me Morbid Angel for a scrawny little shit like Austin...he is half a man...and you are in his pocket! You never told him to fuck off like I told you to! I remember saying to you...tell him to kiss your fucking ass and be done with it! He’s a boat anchor son..he’s holding you down!!!!!I wonder if that will hint you off to bagging that dumb fuck of a friend! I know that my choice of friends are not the best at times...but at least I can threaten their lives and they believe me!!!! Beat that you weak shit! Common...I want you to attack me...beat me again! DO IT!!!!”<br>
Morbid reaches up and grabs a tree branch and a blistering light sends him back in time yet again!
The scene shows what seems to be a war zone in World War Two! Nazi flags hang all around...bodies are everywhere...American soldiers, French Soldiers, English Soldiers, and German Soldiers....Morbid walks through the shot up town inside war ridden France!
Nazi’s invaded France taking over a few major cities and now are trying to take over the entire country! Soldiers battle against the army that will never see defeat!
The smoke from gun fire fills the air as the occasional snap from a gun, whizzing by the bullets...the smell of decaying corpses.....to Morbid the air smelled of the most wonderful sent there could be....Death...
Morbid stands behind a group of men..knowing that one is his target, Vegito..he just doesn’t know which one!
The men get up and move...Morbid reads the flack jacket of one man that looks ever so familiar...His last name is Vegito! Morbid knew in war time it would be to easy for him to get a gun and shoot him!
Morbid is once again sent into time to attempt to destroy someone!
Morbid is laying on the ground looking into the grey sky.

Morbid-“ Holy shit! He did not put me in a dead body!”<br>
Morbid tries to sit up..a medic holds him down

Medic-“ Stay down!”<br>
Morbid-“ let me up! Goddamn it!!!!”<br>
Medic-“ you got shot in the lower back! Were going to move you out!”<br>
Morbid-“ the Fuck you are!!”<br>
Morbid grabs the Medics side arm and drags himself off into the warzone! Morbid’s legs are useless..the bullet hit the spine in the lower back...it was only a matter of time until Morbid Angel’s host body dies! Morbid rolls himself down into a ditch gripping his gun and seeing his target! Morbid knew that he could pick off Vegito from where he sits! He wanted it to be personal! Face to face!
Overhead explosions causing shards of glass and other objects to fly around! Morbid gets cut up by glass from a neighboring building...Ignoring his injuries knowing that he will not die from the wounds...he reaches his target!

Morbid-“VEGITO!!!!”<br>
Private Vegito turns around to see the face of a man wearing an English Soldiers uniform!

Private Vegito-“ What’s your name Soldier!”<br>
Morbid-“ I am Morbid Angel! What’s yours!”<br>
Private Vegito-“ Private First class Jason Vegito”<br>
Morbid-“ Finally I know your full name! You motherfucker!”<br>
Private Vigeto-“ What are you talking about?”<br>
Morbid shoots Private Vegito in the leg!

Morbid-“ I AM TALKING ABOUT THE FUTURE!!! and how you won’t have one!”<br>
Vegito grips his leg and looks at Morbid

Private Vegito-“ You’re a Nazi!”<br>
Morbid-“ No...I am a prophet from the future....Kinda like the Terminator withArnold Swartzanager ...”<br>
Private Vegito-“who?”<br>
Morbid-“ you know...the mayor or California?”<br>
Private Vegito-“ Huh?”<br>
Morbid-“ never mind! Your useless conversation tactics will not stop me from completing my mission!!!!!”

Private Vegito-“ Please No....I have a family!”<br>
Morbid-“Die bitch DIE!!!”<br>
Morbid pulls the trigger and **CLICK** Morbid pulls the trigger again **CLICK, CLICK**
Morbid holds the gun up and drops the clip.

Morbid-“ Damn!!!”<br>
Private Vegito jumps onto Morbid wrestling him into submission! Morbid’s host body is weakened by injury making Morbid’s attempt to fight back not a good one. Vegito grabs a near gun and points it at Morbid.

Private Vegito-“ Don’t Move!!!”<br>
Morbid-“ you fucking bitch!!!! you don’t have the balls to!”<br>
Private Vegito-“ Don’t push me!”<br>
Morbid reaches over and pushes Vegito a little

Morbid-“ Bitch!”<br>
Private vegito-“ Why are you trying to kill me? I am no one to the Nazi’s!”<br>
Morbid-“ I am not a fucking Nazi!!!! My name is Morbid Angel...we will meet many years from now....a battle to the end I might as well say....you sir will be my target then....Now you will die! Getting you out of the way will be my revenge for the one time you beat me...I may have won four times...but that won was not cool!!!! you must die!!!!”<br>
Private vegito-“I have never even seen you before...how could I beat you”<br>
Morbid-“ The future you goddamn fuck!!!! which means years from now!!!!”<br>
Morbid reaches for his knife strapped to his hip.

Morbid-“ Shoot me Vegito...Shoot me or I will kill you!”<br>
An explosion close by rocks the ground..

Private Vegito-“ Oh my god!!!”<br>
Private Vegito gets up and limp runs away...Morbid sits there not knowing what spooked him..Morbid looks behind him

Morbid-“ Holy shit!”<br>
A large piece of brick wall came down hitting morbid in the face! Killing his host and sending Morbid back into the black and white realm!
Morbid sits up.

Morbid-“ Fuck this shit! I was so close!!!!”<br>
Morbid looks at Azazel who still stands next to him like before. Morbid walks to the tree

Morbid-“ I want another shot at Vegito!”

[Morbid Angel]

Morbid Grabs the branch and is sent deeper into time! Morbid stands on a brick street...candle lit windows.....English voices......This is England!....England along fecking time ago!

Morbid-“ Where am I!”<br>
Voice of Azazel-“ I sent you to another of your enemies! The Corpse!”<br>
Morbid-“ Corpse is dead! I want Vegito!”<br>
Voice of Azazel-“ Death is never what it seems................................”<br>
The voice fades off.
Morbid walks around the streets of England looking for Corpse..maybe to beat him for the win..Morbid knew that he would probably be weaker that him then...but he was going to try.
Morbid sees one man in front of him walking the streets...Morbid Asks Azazel to give him form!
And it is done! Again!

Morbid looks down at his new fleshy body..

Morbid-“ Holy shit! I have tits!!!....I’m a WOMAN!!! What the fuck!”<br>
Morbid grabs his new found boobs and shakes his head in disapproval!

Fem-Morbid-“ You made me a woman..great! Am I a whore?.....I will get really pissed off if I am!”<br>
Fem-Morbid grabs the front of his dress and stomps down the street looking for the Corpse. Coming around the bend a man wearing a top hat and cape steps in front.

Man in the cape-“My lady, can we have a moment?”<br>
Fem-Morbid-“ Fuck off! I am on a mission!”<br>
Man in Cape-“ I will give you a new Mission”<br>
He man backs Morbid into a ally way....Morbid is not about to be treated like a street whore!

Fem-Morbid-“ Look you fucker! Touch me and I will cut your balls off!”<br>
The man presses him.. And Morbid lunges at the man, clawing at his face and chokes him down...the voice of Azazel is in his head.

Voice of Azazel-“ Kill him and you stay a woman...let him go and I’ll grant you his body!”<br>
Morbid lets him go and fades out...Coming back an unknown time later...Morbid is not the man in the cape and top hat...Morbid grins as he is once again a man! He turns to see the woman...dead and dissected! Morbid might be the ripper! Never the less Morbid has some business to deal with!
Morbid spots his target... the Corpse...Morbid jumps from the ally way

Morbid-“ HaHA!!”<br>
Morbid flings the cape behind him confidently! And struts up to the Corpse...
Corpse back then was not the Corpse that is now.. He didn’t go by the name of Corpse..he didn’t act like the Corpse....he was a man that has not grown cold watching others die around him and he lives to see every day pass by. He was a much smaller man...with high hopes..maybe this could have been his second or third life...that story is unknown to us all.

Morbid-“ You bastard! I am Morbid Angel from the Future..I have........”<br>
Corpse cuts him off

Corpse-“ I know who you are! Morbid Angel... Jake Morbid!”<br>
Morbid-“ Wait! How the fuck do you know who I am!”<br>
Corpse-“I to see the future and the past. I know that your run will not live forever! I have seen your death..I have seen your life...you will not kill me here!”<br>
Morbid-“ Well bitch..you missed a part when you died about 150 years from now!”<br>
Corpse-“ you think that a death through Flesh can end me? I am not of this world!”<br>
Morbid-“ Blah, Blah, Blah....No one cares what you say! Now die!”<br>
Morbid Charges at Corpse and .................................................................................

Bathory-“ Jake! Wake Up Jake!!!”<br>
Morbid is groggy

Morbid-“ Corpse!!! you SHALL die!”<br>
Bathory-“ What? What are you talking about?”<br>
Morbid-“ Oh Ertzebet... I went back into time and had a chance to kill Triple D And Vegito..I failed! Then I had my chance to kill the Corpse...and you fucken woke me up!!!!....He Must DIE! I can take him!!!!”<br>
Bathory holds Morbid Down

Bathory-“ Jake.. Corpse is Dead Remember?”<br>
Morbid-“ the Corpse can never Die!!! Immortal..........”<br>
Morbid passes out...
Bathory leaves the room to speak with the doctors about what happened.

Morbid-“ Triple D...I suspect that your planning some type of surprise for me! Unless you plan on playing me a song on the flute!!! shut the fuck up!!! Lets see here..you think that I am just going to roll over and let you take me? You want to run me down and stomp me? Common now....you couldn’t beat me in our last match..I kicked your scrawny ass all over that building and I would have won if it wasn’t for that goddamn Dr Lillian! I would have won! And you would be still fighting for a chance to be number 1 contender!!!!! You do not deserve this! You do not deserve to even be here! You’re a pitiful excuse for possible champ.. I don’t even know why I use the word possible because you are NOT GOING TO BE ONE!! Damn you little shit! I have come to the conclusion that you have to be the sorriest sack of pig vomit that I have ever encountered..you don’t speak unless Austin tells you..you don’t argue anyone unless Austin allows you to..your like a fucking joke! HEAR ME! Joke!
Triple D.....I will take that title and I will wear it until I am ruined! And since that’s not likely! You will be stuck fighting for the scraps of this federation! GODDAMN YOU!”<br>
Morbid sits up and stands in his Hospital gown! Morbid looks around

Morbid-“ Fuck it!”<br>
Morbid takes off his half gown showing it all as he walks from the room! People turn and look as the nude Morbid Angel walks his satanic ass into the elevator and stands next to some old woman who looks him up and down. Morbid Looks at her

Morbid-“ I am 100% real grand ma!”<br>
Old Woman-“ Oh my..”<br>
Scene fades to a blood red!


OOC:- I enjoyed writing this RP.. I found parts funny and other parts were not...
Thank You Method Cobra for allowing me to use you for a brief second! You helped the storyline!
I had other wrestlers talk I know... but it wasn’t them... it was a Morbid Angel dream.. Don’t be insulted and throw a fit....its just a story!

["The Great One" Triple D]

o.c.c I had more to type but I have to leave now. hopefully I get to add the rest later. I just posted this much in fear that I would not get to post later before the deadline. You can call this a safe clause. If I don't get the chance later, this should be enough to hold. Also the roleplay is all directed towards my opponent and not really alot of changing setting and movement. That takes up to much space and lines. This roleplay gets straight to the point. This roleplay is based on quality and final thoughts before the ppv. All the other goofy stuff is in my action zone roleplays. this is the ppv.

Setting- Scene takes place in an office Room. Triple D is sitting in his desk, which is located in a private room at his house. Austin is sitting in a chair on the opposite side. Both men are calm and cool.

Austin- Mike, You have a World title match this Sunday. This Title match is bigger than your first one when you beat Shane Diamond for the title. In all serious I just want you talk to me and tell my what on your mind. I want you to spill all your thought out. I want you to go into this match with clear head. So spill it.

Triple D-

Finally, The Great One has come back to PPV. Not only in just any match, but in a World title match. I know my opponents Snorbid Angel and Vertigo.

Austin- It’s Morbid and Vegito. Vertigo was the name of last month’s ppv.

Triple D- Do you mind?

Austin- Sorry.

Triple D-

Any who. Where was I, Oh yea, I know Morbid and Vegito have probably said wondrous things about me. But you know what, Triple D don’t care. Hell I haven’t even read or heard any of their thought for this match. My strategy is to dominate the match and stay on my game. I can’t let what they do or say affect my game plan. After beat both of them and Win the World title then I can always go back and read all the bull shit they said that I proved wrong.

You know what Austin; I'm in a good mood today. Nothing can bring me down from my pedestal right now. Maybe it’s because of that piece of gold that I know I’m going this Sunday. I can see it now Triple D becoming the new ExWA World Champion. Hell, Triple D in a photo holding the Title, it could be on the new merchandise the ExWA has coming out next months. That stuff would sell like hot cakes.

Austin- I don’t see it.

Triple D- Shut up!!

Back to what I was saying. And ain't it the truth, I truly believe that Triple D is the past, present and future of ExWA. And not only that..., But the future of the entire wrestling world! Honestly though I’d have my second World Title, and Randy Orton and Tony Lee will have the ExWA Tag Titles not to long from now. We’d Rule this business. The Federation is improving drastically each and every day. The ExWA really needs to watch out! I should throw a party after I win this sunday! And of course a pre-party for the future of the ExWA as well. Can you provide the beer again like you did for my first title win Austin?

Austin- Um let me think, “Ant, Ant.” That shit is expensive and last time your alcoholic ass drunk all the beer and didn’t pay for shit. Cheap ass.

Triple D- It was my party. Why should have to pay for it.

Austin- Oh wha, wha, wha, Its my party and I cry if I want to. Or in you case drink as much as I want too.

Triple D- You’re just jelous because I out drank you.

Austin- Of course Jackass, I had nothing left to drink. Fucker ruined the whole party. How in the hell you going to ruin your own party? I can understand someone else’s, but your own. Only you are that retarded.

Triple D- Anyway back to point. The PPV match.

This is only the beginning for the era of Triple D! Sure I've had two of our titles under my possession already The Tag Title w/ Big show and 1 World title victory. But that’s not a big enough resume. I'm already on top of the ExWA, but I’m obviously in need of improvement and upgrade. And you know there is only one way to improve and that is to fight the best, show that you have no equal and of course become the Champion of the world. I'm going to prove to the people, the staff, and the ExWA wrestlers that I am still part of this company's future, that I am still one thee past despite a couple of recently loss and that I am the great one. I'm going to be the greatest ExWA World Champion in ExWA history! A fighting champion! A working champion! And with god as my witness I will Remain thee Undisputed People's Champion!!

Austin- Amen Brother!! (Austin started passing around a bucket.)

Triple D- What in thee blue hell are you doing?

Austin- I’m passing around the collection plate.

Triple D- In the quote of lance storm, “If I can be serious for a minute.”<br>
Austin- (Sarcastically speaking) Sorry, touchy.

Triple D- Like I was saying,

Now think about Austin, Are you trying to tell me that this stupid satanic freak Morbid Angel is ExWA version of a World Champion? Are you kidding me? (He starts Choking and coughing) I’m okay. Really I’m fine. Give me a second. Seriously, I’m in control. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10. See? All better. I’m allergic to Bull shit. Let me discuss this in a civil manner now. I am still bewildered at this guy’s grasp on a World Title. This man is a deadbeat. He’s insane, he satanic, he does all those stupid things you’re supposed to outgrow that he obviously didn’t. What kind of representation is this? Is this really what the ExWA wants? Is this really what the people what? A man doing satanic things, a mass murder, who would rather kill people then let then suffer the pain of living in defeat and become better at his craft. Well in way I guess he’s doing them a favor by killing them, but that’s besides the point. I’d rather live. I’d wish he’d kill you.

Austin- What?

Triple D- Nothing. Anyway,

I take this stuff seriously, I really do. This is my life. I gave up everything to train and get to where I am. And I see this when I grow up I want to be like Triple asshole. And some loser named Vegito? It sickens me, it really does. I was just looking for a decent match at the PPV. And I get match with two Turtle Toad size dicks. What did I ever do to deserve this kind of treatment. The only thing that makes this match worth while is the fact that it’s for the World Title. But on the other hand, this match is perfect. Not only can I prove once again how talented the great one is, I can also knock some sense into two clowns, and come out with a title at the same time. Killing 1 bird with 2 stones, or some shit like that.

Austin- That figure with your stupid ass. It would take you 2 stones to hit a bird that was sitting on your nose. The Second time you’d knock your own silly ass out as well as the bird.

Triple D- Hey as long as the bird went down that’s all that counts. Now back to subject.

Personally, there really is no losing in this. At Quest for Gold I will show Vegito and Morbid what a true World Champion is made of. That’s not a threat, that’s a promise.

For the past couple of weeks Morbid Angel has simply been a thorn in my side. This guy comes out every week, running his mouth saying I'm not fit to hold the World title. That’s quite funny in my ears. Unlike him, at Quest for Gold I will EARN that title. EARN, that’s probably a new concept for Morbid. I’ve beaten Vegito before in that very ring, Fair and square with no objections. Then he comes out talking his crap! He’s never been in a match as big as the one your going to be in this sunday! So what in the hell makes him think you deserve that title Its only a shot, nothing more, a shot that he’s has no chance in winning. I know for a fact he won't be walking out of ExWA with MY title!

So Morbid, can come out here week after week and run your mouth as good as the great one, with most of your crap targeted toward me. He can make fun of me, but in reality that really doesn't really matter much. I'll handle that on my own. But when he start poppin off at the mouth with things he wishes he could take back, mostly degrading the people, well then we’re going to have a HUGE meeting. Yea a meeting of his face and my fist.

Austin- Ain’t nobody scared of that weak piece of shit. You couldn’t punch out somebody if they were in a coma.

Triple D- I could punch you out.

Austin- You do it and your face and the floor are going to become best friends.

["The Great One" Triple D]

Triple D- Anyway’s,

The people are world wide Triple fans and supporters. And I'd say there is Millions AND MILLIONS people qho watches Triple D layeth the smacketh down every week. Let me just cut to the chase. Morbid is never going to be a damn thing Austin. The people won't accept you. ExWA superstars in the back won't accept you. And the people are crazy as hell too! You don’t shock or entertain them. You bore them into submission. Hell, Morbid that should be your new Submission move, “Bordom.” I can hear it now, “Morbid goes for the submission hold and he has the bordom locked in, Morbid is boring his opponent, AND, AND his opponent falls asleep.” Morbid makes me want to pee my pants at his lack of Main Event talent. I can’t believe he’s a Main Event. He stinks and he sure as hell make me sick. Main Event my ass. He could Main Event an Ugly Contest. He’d get disqualified for impersonating a human being.

I know Morbid is worried right now. In our last match he barely saved himself from a loss. I know it frustrated the hell out of him, But in this match at quest for gold, he has to step up his game and do a hell of a lot better than his first go around with the great one. That last match was a non-title match. This match is for the World title which means it’s a whole new ball game. Stating what he will attempt to do to the great one will only amuse me. It shows me exactly what little he knows about Triple D. All he has is a idea, a small clue, and that is his greatest downfall under-estimating the opposition.

Honestly I don't know where or why Morbid thinks he has a chance. In advice he shouldn't start something he cannot finish. Come Sunday, I'LL be the one to finishing this feud! Fair and square, I'll beat him clean, and prove without a shadow of a doubt that Triple D is just simply the best. Better than all the rest and truly the Great One.

Look, I'm going to stay honest for a second. As you can probably tell, this World Title is important. This means that I will be the best World Champion in all the world, not just the ExWA. I need this man. You know I have been training since I was a teenager for this. You can see it in my eyes, right? What's that look? Determination. Hunger. This isn't some normal match. This is important. I can make a Major impact in ExWA and move one step closer to being thee undisputed best. I can become a champion once again. I can shove it in Morbid face over and over again that I defeated one of satan’s stupid heroes. I can do all of this in one fell swoop. There is way too much riding on this. Sunday is destiny: either I come out with the World Title and automatically become a HUGE threat, or I get derailed and carry my weak ass home for good. I do not plan to get derailed and going home. Well at-least not without the World title on my shoulder.

Austin- What About me?

Triple D- I’d leave you ass in a minute

Austin- Thanks.

Triple D- Your welcome. Anyway,

I mean every single word I say regarding winning my title and this business. Morbid on the other hand, say things that have been said again and again. I remember starting in this company, I was just like him actually. Talking about beating a blood bath into someone, and all that crap. And you know what that got me? It got me my ass kicked, week in and week out! After I realized my ego problem, I learned to control it. The way I think now is a bit different. I don't expect a pretty scene going into this match. It will be a Blood Bath. I can guaran-damn-tee that. But I don’t need to tell you that. Triple D always gives his best, and I only hope that my opponent gives his. And may the best man win, which we all know that it will be Triple D but there is no need to point that out.

Well, Now is too late for Morbid and Vegito to either forfeit or quit now

Austin- Forfeit and quit mean the same thing Dumb-ass. Did your mom drop you at birth?

Triple D- No but she whooped my ass for interrupting her when she was talking.

Now as I was continuing, Morbid and Vegito can face me at Quest for Gold, and possibly have their careers ended. It’s was their choice, but now once they step in the ring with Triple D, All hell is going to break lose. I'm a completely different person in the ring. That has already been established. I'm not as nice as I am outside. I’m not as entertaining and I'm not as forgiving. Just like Morbid and Vegito, when Triple D steps in the ring for competition, He enters another zone, another world. I call it the “Kick Your Ass World.” And I truly do hope they realize that.

For the last couple of weeks, All 3 of us have been back and forth, and back and forth, (he Pauses) and back and forth. I'm sick of all this talking, I'm sick of all this back and forth banter. All I really want to do now is kick their ass and with my world title. and that I shall do this sunday. I wasn’t going to say so much, but Morbid really can't keep his mouth shut and the satanic talk keeps ticking me off. Morbid needs to get it through his head that there is no chance I am surrendering. There is no chance in hell I’m going to take it easy on him again. I’m winning this match clean and with no doubt that Triple D is better than him. Austin I know we have problems getting along at times.

Austin- Of Course we have problems. I don’t like your ass. The only reason I keep up with you is because your mom begged me to watched after you and that’s what I’m doing.

Triple D- Thanks for nothing.

Austin- Now you know the feeling of a unwanted thanks.

Triple D- yea whatever, Back to what I was saying.

You know Austin, I’m glad our little fights amuses Morbid and Vegito. I really am because that’s the last time they will EVER laugh at something in this business again. This Sunday, Morbid and Vegito loss to me is going to be so depressing that the only thing that they will find amusing is destroying the video tape of Triple D winning the World Title. These past few days, all this talking, I'm so riled up now its not even funny. That World Title is even closer to being mine right now. And as far as Vegito, this will be the last time you hear from me until Sunday, when I give you the beating of your life and not only will Vegito lose his World Title, he’ll lose his dignity, his Pride, and most importantly, he’ll become the first man to start the Final Era of Triple D.

You can say what you want about me, but don’t ever insult the fans! They’re the people who pay your wages, they’re the people who decide who is great and who doesn’t deserve to be in the ring. Just don’t forget that it was the fans that made you, they can take your career away from you too

Now Austin, I'm still confident as ever, and don't confuse my confidence with arrogance. Every time I tell you guys what I'm going to do, I give 110% of what I've got just to show you what I'm made of, and that I'm a man of my word. You know that. Make no mistake about it! After Quest for gold, I WILL be the new ExWA World Champion and there isn't a damn thing Morbid or Vegito can do about it. I'll chop them down and beat them clean. Morbid and Vegito, I respect their opinions. I respect that they stand up for what they believe in, but what I don't respect is their self-righteous non stop mouth; who wastes every bodys time telling us that they are they are main eventers and Hall of famers. Then Vegito go forms a faction to take over and Morbid goes psychotic on everyone. And then they both set out to take out everyone on Action Zone and now try to beat down possibly one of the biggest Icons of all time; in Triple D. So save the sorrow speach, and put the violin down; because you'll need to be at one hundred and fifty seven percent to go one on one with the great one. Unlike Austin makes me appear, I'm not an f*****g idiot; I'm not stupid; I know ALL their little satanic tricks. They can think of me as their strongest test in recent times. Look to the future, and look Triple D and the Federation taking over; and conquering this company. Morbid and Vegito are brick walls in my way to the climax of my career and like worn out brick walls. These two will be knocked down with authority. No doubt about it.

["The Great One" Triple D]

As I sit here thinking about the past, the present, and the future, I can’t help but wonder what my future would’ve been like if the JWA Organization had never folded. Would I still be the great one? Would I have finally taken the world title back from Virus? No one will ever know the answers to these questions, but we can always dream. Sure, I view it as an honor to be a part of the ExWA roster but nothing compares to being a world champion. Being a champion should be every wrestler’s ultimate goal when they enter this business, it sure as hell is mine. That is why I am so obsessed with taking the World title from Vegito. Every time I see him holding that title belt my drive to defeat him grows just a little bit more. Every time I see him flaunting that title belt to the cameras, I want to destroy him. This Sunday, I’ll finally get my shot to shut him up inside the ring. He has stated that if I beat him he’ll give me a title shot down the road, and I couldn’t have been happier when I heard that. I feel that way because Vegito is in his most vulnerable state at the moment. Every time I see him on television, I can tell that the fact that he is tired is really eating away at his ego. He keeps on complaining about that fact, so I know he isn’t entirely focused on our match. I’m not a man you can step into the ring with and expect to beat if your mind is somewhere else. I’ll just let you continue to make a fool of yourself with your petition and t-shirts, because when I beat you and I win the World title I’ll be the one officallt on top. But let my not get too far ahead of myself, I still have to worry about Morbid as well. I know Morbid thinks I am taking lightly, but there is such a thing as bluffing in this sport and that just might be what I’m doing. Don’t worry about me; I’ve done my homework by watching all of your matches and focusing in on all of your weaknesses. I am ready for our match Sunday night on Quest for Gold.

I hear you speak and I hear one common theme, disrespect. The Wolf believes I have disrespected him, but he doesn’t know what he is talking about. I may have made a few jokes about your background, your look, and your personality, but I hardly disrespected you. If I wanted to disrespect you I would’ve insulted your wrestling ability, oh wait I did that. lol. Well now he knows where we stand, which is exactly what you did to me. In this business, insulting a man’s abilities in the ring in like spitting right in his face. And that what I love to do to people who think there better than me, I spit in their face. I told you I was a different man when it comes to the world title and it’s true. This Sunday Vegito and Morbid will get what’s coming to them. I don’t like having my credibility as a professional wrestler questioned, especially by someone who hasn’t proven anything to me. I hear you talking about all of your career victories and the championships you’ve won in companies around the world, chances are you never beat anyone as determined as I am now. You better be ready for the fight of your life, because I am ready to reach my peak in this company and there isn’t anything anybody can do about it.”<br>
So you want to continue to complain about not getting your shot throughout your career? You’re wasting your breath because you’re preaching to the preacher when it comes to not getting a shot. I been here going on 2 years now and only have receive 1 world title shot till now. So don’t think you’ll get any sympathy from me. You call on me to go out and make an impact, but maybe you haven’t grasped the idea that this is a business. The fans know what they want and I try to give them what they want week after week. I’ll be honest with all of the ExWA fans. Opportunity is one thing I feel ExWA has over any promotion in the world. They understand that you never know who will be the next legend in this business so you should give everyone an opportunity to shine. This Sunday night is my chance once again. This Sunday night I am stepping into the ring with a goal in this business. This match will make or break my career in ExWA and I will not be broken.

It’s kind of funny, year ago I entered the ExWA and made an immediate impact. Myself and Vulcan entered into a IC Title fued that is still one of the best till this day. So, I don’t expect it to be much different in our fued in our match. Triple D will yet again make a Impact this Sunday and win the World Title. I’ll take that title because that is what I do. I am the “Impact Player” and there is no one in ExWA that is going to hold me back. I intend to show all the ExWA Staff just how much of a commodity they have on their hands, I’ll show them that I am thee undisputed best and that I am the best this business has to offer. When I win the World title and the Federation Rule this company, I’ll carry ExWA to the top of E-Fed roleplaying wrestling and I’ll send out a loud ‘fuck you’ to everyone who thought I couldn’t do it.

This is my Destiny, This is my Journey, This is My Life.

IF you Smell What Triple D is Cookin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!