Morbid Angel vs. Corpse

[Dave Masters]

Deadline: Feb. 23rd 6 PM Est, 11 PM UK

Only they can rp there.

[Morbid Angel]

After his match with Triple D and Dr Lillian’s goons Morbid Angle stumbles back to his house...unable to drive..unable to go really into public places...Mastema was willing to drive Morbid Angel home. Morbid bursts through his double front doors and falls to his knees on his cold hard wood floor and screams out loud “AAAAAHHHHH...I’M FUCKING HOME!!!”<br>Morbid Angel falls onto his back and stays on the ground for several minutes...a noise in heard in the den up stairs...a glass clinking.. Morbid Angel jumps to attention and looks up the 4 flights of stairs...Morbid storms up the stairs and jumps into the room!! Spike is sitting in Morbid’s $5000 black leather chair!!! and if you ever been to Morbid Angel’s home..never sit in his leather chairs! Spike’s hands were bandaged up, his face still crusty with blood...Morbid gets a look of disgust on his face

Morbid-“ get the fuck out of my chair!!!”<br>
Spike-“ Man I just need to sit for a bit...I got no where to go..I just need somewhere to stay.”<br>
Morbid-“ Get the fuck out of my chair!”<br>
Spike-“ Jake Man we have history between us right? Can I stay here for a few days.. Until I can get back to my house.”<br>
Morbid-“ What you did was dishonorable! Disrespect in the name of SATAN!”<br>
Spike-“ Come on Jake you can’t say that you never took a little something that wasn’t yours”<br>
Morbid-“ Natural misconception in the army of darkness. I do not steal...if I cannot afford it..I don’t need it! You did the ultimate disrespect! Worse than Murder Spike! I hate Chronic as much as the next guy...but I would never take what is not mine! I may have broken into other peoples homes and vandalized them!! But I would not take anything to keep! I have no respect for you”<br>
Spike-“ Come on Jake....you can’t do this to me...I’ll be homeless!”<br>
Morbid-“ Consider this as your notice! Your out of Vital Remains! And stay away from the ExWA or I will feed you to Chronic my self! On a fucking plate!”<br>
Spike almost speechless and in tears trying to form words as his tears roll..

Morbid-“ are you crying? What the fuck! THERE’S NO CRYING IN WRESTLING! Get the fuck out of my house! No bitches allowed! And you my friend are one big fucking bitch!”<br>
Spike-“ Please...Jake..Please don’t do this to me..”<br>
Morbid-“ You have until the count of 10 to get the fuck out...Or I will make sure you never will be found!”<br>
Spike sat for a few seconds looking at Morbid..trying to get a piece of sympathy out of the demon! Morbid stood cold as ice with no emotion except for disgust! Morbid starts to count! Spike gets up quickly and walks out of the room and down the stairs....Morbid grins slightly and looks out the window over looking the front yard listening from his front door to shut. He sees Spike cross the walk way, he goes to his large office desk and grabs a pellet gun from beside it and opens the window. He takes aim and shoots at Spike! Hitting him in the elbow making him jump and screech like a girl! Morbid Angel laughs out loud and shoots again. Spike hobble runs from the yard and up the long dark driveway.

Morbid-“ I have half a mind to get in the Navigator and try and run him down....could be fun...”<br>
Morbid takes a seat in his favorite leather chair and starts to relax for the first time in a week!

Morbid Angel-“Well My little Corpulent Maggot!!! we seem to have yet another run in the ring! I just can’t wait to see how this pans out! Two of the most fierce!!! the Most Demonic! The Most crazy ass motherfuckers in the ExWA to battle it out! One last chance for me to kick your bloody ass! And one last chance to stop Morbid Angel for taking a victory that he longs for! Goddamn man didn’t you know that I have yet to successfully beat you in hand to hand combat! I tell you what! After its all done and your already pinned and I stand in the ring looking at the sky!....we will remember that I am the one that beat you....I stopped the unstoppable! I am Morbid Angel! And I still want a steak!!! raw.....”<br>
Morbid Angel sits for a few minutes before rising from his seat and heading down stairs to look through his kitchen looking for a snack before having to go back to the funeral home to work on a few delinquent bodies!
He opens his refrigerator and peers inside.....the camera looks inside to..

Camera man-“ Is that an eye?”<br>
Morbid-“ Yea...its an eye.”<br>
Camera Man-“ what animal did that come from..it looks kinda human”<br>
Morbid-“ it is human you ass....Jesters eye!”<br>
Camera man-“ you actually had his eye?!?! Why?”<br>
Morbid-“ Because I had the opportunity to take it and I did...”<br>
Camera man-“ you stole his EYE!”<br>
Morbid-“ well technically it wasn’t stealing....I had the task of preparing his corpse and I took out the eye...by state law after the dead is sent to a Mortician/ Funeral Parlor...it becomes Property of the Funeral Parlor...I own the land the bodies are on...making it my dead bodies...”<br>
Camera man-“Dude that’s fucked up.”<br>
Morbid-“ Yeah..aint it cool!”<br>
Morbid grabs a quick snack and leaves out to the garage and gets into his Navigator and looks to the camera man.

Morbid Angel-“ I remember our first fight....last year when it was suppose to be a tag match and I was stuck battling you and some other Jobber! I almost had you! If it wasn’t for that other asshole I would have sent you back to heaven where you came from!!!!you’re an Angel from the disgusting gates of heaven come to destroy me!!! well not today sir! I am one with Satan and I will show you that my darkness it pure! Not some bull shit I read out of Anton Levay’s “satanic bible” that’s a bunch of shit! Who the hell reads and lives by a bible that was written by a man who was clearly in it for the money!!! I read that man’s book and let me say this... he is a liar!!! he is greedy!!! and he is dead! Some prophet right..died of cancer! That should tell you something right there...anyway....so tell me Corpse..how’s your face? Any scars I left behind? I know I cut you good...really good...I proved to the world that the Almighty Corpse can bleed! And I also proved that you scream in agony! I just need to prove that you can Die as well.. Your supernatural Powers will not protect you and what I am willing to go through to show the millions and the millions of Triple D’s fans that your no more than a washed up was never satanic fighter! Only true evil survives...and you know what...your death will bring the new dawn! Morbid Angel will get stronger from the rotting of your corpse...and I shall become one step closer to finishing what I have started...my quest for the gold! If I were to retain such a title it would set me on the next level..the level that would make the entire ExWA want to attack me!! Want me dead! And that’s the best way to live...Corpse you know this...to be hated and hunted is the best way!”<br>
Morbid Angel starts the engine and allows the camera man to get in. Morbid peels out of the driveway and down the long hallway of trees and mud!

The scene fades to a blood red


(OOC:- Well Spike...really you have done something shitty that I would kill someone over! Someone’s house is off limits to pieces of shit like your self! To sneak into and steal money from a friend is bellow low! You can never regain respect again...you’re a worthless shit stain on the world and I hope that you get raped daily in jail! You will be the bitch in Prison my friend! I hope the undisclosed amount of money that you took to get your self some bull shit was worth every friend you had, every chance you had to be something, and all respect that people gave! Remember you cannot get 85% of the Jobs in America because your broke into a house and stole...most places look down on that you pathetic excuse for a person!
Chronic I hope that when he is found you press all charges you can! Make him wish he was never born my friend!!!!)

[Morbid Angel]

The scene picks up to the outside of the Halls of Eternity Funeral parlor...Morbid Angel has been working tirelessly trying to catch up on work that has been sitting for a few days! Morbid whom has not been outside for day light...who has not been out for food...who hasn’t stopped for a moment in the last 3 days!
The camera goes in through the front door and sees a bloody trail leading down into the basement...Blood drips mixed with large bloody foot prints lead the way into the embalming chamber! A place where Morbid has taken care of many bodies...including wrestlers.
Morbid’s music was loud listening to the enjoying sounds of Postmortem’s Gutes Gefuhl and the camera slowly eases around the corner to see Morbid Angel standing drenched in blood, growling to the music! Blood spattered up Morbid Angel’s arms, on his face, even dried clumps in his hair!!! Morbid Angel is truly a sight to see looking like this! Truly the face of every fear in the world!

Morbid-“ Corpse.....what a great time for us to meet again..we both are on top of our games! You being a champ...I think...and me going to be a champ...after I slaughter Vegito..yet again! I will cut him so deep he will wish I didn’t cut him so deep!!!!and you Corpse...will know one thing when we are through...you will know that not only are you a washed up wrestler that had passed his prime...but you will see that true evil always wins!!! one way or another you had to realize that I was going to beat you one day! And this one day has come...and it is going to be a glorious victory for me and Satan! I just hope your dope smoking posse will keep their fucking hands out of our business! I don’t want them coming down to save your ass when I am doing everything except sodomize you with the ring post! Sorry Corpse..I wouldn’t to that to you...Vegito maybe....but not good ol’ Corpse...after all I have to show respect to the man who has beaten me more than twice! How many other fighters can say that even beaten me once? Not many that for sure....Hell I have time lets count them up.....Rick Flair....Vegito once...I beat him like 3 times....uuh...hmmm...You.........and I think that’s about it...if there is anyone else please enlighten me...”<br>
Morbid wipes his hands off and throws the towel onto the corpse wheels it into the other half of the basement and places it into a shallow metal tub to wash all the blood off before the makeup and clothing are to be done... Morbid starts to wash off the body...slowly wiping of the blood and making sure to wash where he has cut into it.

Morbid-“ Corpse have you ever seen a corpse up close? Have you ever felt a corpse? Most of the rumors are true..they are cold..they are stiff...the stiffness is from rigor mortis..and I know I already explained this to you my friend..just a friendly recap...Corpse..I hope in this match you will make the decision to choose a name. Just a name..humor me... because even though your one of the baddest motherfuckers here..I will put you in the Morgue and I can find out your true identity and don’t think I won’t! I am an asshole like that...”<br>
Morbid walks back to the other section and pulls a new slab of meat from the cooler and rolls it over showing that all the blood has seeped unto the back of the body making large hideous boils! Morbid looks at the camera with anger.

Morbid-“ Motherfucker! I am so glad the family doesn’t see to body naked after death! Pay me $5000 to let blood settle! I wouldn’t pay for this shit! I will get my revenge Dr Lillian! I will!!!”<br>
Morbid takes a surgical knife and slices into the corpse letting the blood spirt! Morbid lets the body leak for a while before proceeding to cut into it! Morbid sifts through the body and moves around the organs looking for anything that would call for an unnatural death....He pulls the long intestine and stomach out and cuts into it...seeing the dead’s last meal...not very appetizing after the bile had its fun with it!

Morbid-“I don’t know Corpse what else I can say to you that I have not already said...there are only so many ways I can say I will kick your ass and so many ways I can make fun of you...but I must say that when you made a comment about the way I dressed...and I said something to the effect that you are a poser who probably wears pink shirts outside wrestling and probably reads Details magazine...that was funny shit...I will say that..and no Corpse I don’t always dress like this..I know that’s something you will try and pry into...I dress like a Priest in the ring..outside of work I dress in all black...maybe shorts...and when I am doing a Funeral I wear a black collared shirt and tie....I may be Satanic but I also run a business my friend...what else can we talk about while I am here...Oh I am sure you will bring up the insane asylum shit...yeah that’s right Shane did bail me out of that situation...and I am sure that Dr Lillian had nightmares about me for a week! Come on Corpse think about it...If I were to pop up in the back seat of one of your little English cars and grab you by the throat....don’t say you wouldn’t be scared! Looking in the rearview mirror seeing the face of Demons! Man I wish I had a camera to take a picture of her face! HA!!! good shit man!”<br>
The camera fades to black

Morbid Angel is upstairs setting up a room for the next day funeral when a knock is heard on the front doors...

Morbid-“ shit man I wonder if they notice that were closed!”<br>
Morbid walks over and opens the door wide! The sun from the sky shoots through and hits Morbid Angel in the face! Morbid Angel lets out a hissing noise and leaps back onto the floor covering his face..

Morbid-“AAHHH SUNLIGHT!! YOU BITCH!”<br>
Mastema who was standing just outside the doors looks into the sky..

Mastema-“ well it is rather bright.”<br>
Morbid-“ Son of a bitch! I am seeing white spots!!!”<br>
Morbid Angel gets up onto his feet rubbing his eyes!

Morbid-“ ah..fucken...whore!!!! I have been blinded!”

[Morbid Angel]

Mastema-“ Man its not that bad...its just a little sun”<br>
Morbid-“ to hell with the sun...HEAR THAT FUCK YOU!!!!!”<br>
Mastema-“ what are you up to?”<br>
Mastema looks at Morbid covered in blood and slightly disoriented..

Morbid-“ I have been working with me corpses! You know they are only ripe for a very short time....after that..its starts to smell!”<br>
Mastema-“ So what are you planning with the Corpse?”<br>
Morbid-“ well you know the usual..I plan on going to the ring! Hurting him a little...fuck that! A lot!!! then I am going to probably bash his head with a brick!”<br>
Mastema-“ Woah....that’s extreme Jake....a brick?...Ouch”<br>
Morbid-“ OK...that was pretty bad...a rock! You know one of those rocks that have sharp corners that can be used to chop big holes in his face!!!”<br>
Mastema-“ Riiighhhttt..”<br>
Morbid-“ See Mastema..I will have to prove myself and show that I can actually be the best! And by the best that means that I will have to beat the best! Did you know that the Corpse has only been beaten maybe twice! I want to be the Third! I want the honor of showing the world that I am a man that can kill anything and anyone!!!!”<br>
Mastema-“ Jake...you beat plenty of people that most haven’t...you kicked Vegitos ass three or so times....Vegito! He is the Champ over Action Zone! And you beat him..over and over again..you are almost unbeatable...I can name more people that you have beaten than the ones that have beaten you...Don’t worry you don’t need this.”<br>
Morbid-“ I want it Mastema! I want his blood! I want to see him die! I want to see the look on Angel’s face when I rip out his eyes! I want to get disgusting! When I think about it all I want to bathe in his blood! I want to wear his intestines as my jewelry! Mastema...you will never understand my want to do this! I feel like the wait its self is going to drive me to peel off my own skin! I can’t sleep! I can’t eat!...I just want to give pain! I want Pain!!!!”<br>
Morbid Angel hands start to shake as he thinks about it... Mastema steps back and shakes his head...

Mastema-“ Jake I want you to do this for me...try and get some sleep...do it..for the good of the world...”<br>

Morbid Angel-“ I think your right....I need to rest before seeing that attorney that Shane wanted me to see...”<br>
Mastema-“ want me to drive you home?”<br>
Morbid-“ nah....ill just sleep here..plenty of places to crash...”<br>
Morbid walks into the casket room and crawls into a red oak coffin! Morbid gets comfortable and shuts the lid! Mastema stands open mouthed and in shock...

Mastema-“Weird ass motherfucker....he needs the nut house.”<br>
Morbid’s muffled voice from inside the coffin-“ You know I can still hear you...”<br>
Mastema turns and leaves the Funeral Parlor!

Scene fades out.....

About an Hour and a half later Morbid Angel arises! The coffin lid flies open and Morbid Sits up like a sort of horror film!!! Morbid gets out and looks at the camera.

Morbid-“ Man I feel much better! And yet I still want to bathe in blood....hmm.....”<br>
Morbid leaves and heads for the Law Office of Shaun Vincent. On the way to the office a small conversation starts.

Camera man-“ Are you actually going to talk to him looking like that? Your covered in blood!”<br>
Morbid-“ Why not....I think I can get my point across better this way”<br>
Camera man-“ he might think you’re a loon and calls Dr Lillian to pick you up...”<br>
Morbid-“ do you really think so? Damn.. I thought he would think I am a hard working person is society...”<br>
Camera man-“ I don’t think so.”<br>
Moments go by with no words spoken between the two...then Morbid starts to speak once again.

Morbid-“ Corpse...I am finding that the words are difficult to choose for you..I cant find the correct way to hack down upon onto your cold, dead body! But you know what they say...Its all good as long as its done right?...
Corpse remember New Years? Remember when your beloved Angel come onto me like a fire in hell....wasn’t that something to remember! I know you are jealous! Hell any man would be after

[Morbid Angel]

that display! And yet you did nothing to me why? Was it because Chronic tricked me into getting fucked up? Man he was so lucky that I didn’t do something regretful! I might have wanted to kill him and his little darling Mary Jane! Corpse...I don’t understand you...you are like I probably aid before..a man with no name...how victorious is that to have no name? How can someone be feared with no name? we call you the Corpse...why? Your not dead..you never died...you know why I know your not dead? Because your still alive talking shit to everyone! The dead have nothing to say! And if they did..wouldn’t I be the first to know? shit man I would notice a guy getting off the embalming table and walking the fuck out of here....it would be kinda hard to miss.. Corpse...I know this is becoming a bad habit but I did it regardless.. I looked into your file...for shame right? Anyway...For the first time in ExWA history I cannot see any discrepancies! Nothing that would point you to be a bitch! Nothing I can use to prove that you are a washed up loser who’s only purpose in life is to try and beat people who can be better! Come on isn’t that what we all are trying to get out of this? To show others that we are the best! That we are the baddest! That we are truly the worst kind of people ever known! I will say this..I know that’s your reason Corpse! Its all our reasons! We all have come to fight for one reason or another...but we all want to be the best! And how can you be the best? I don’t know but for being so damn good you didn’t get far! I am surprised that you didn’t go for the world title...you could have it in a second! All you need to do is come out and get your radioactive bull shit going and call all the ghosts and goblins out of the graves and rivers to join you in the remarkable display of shit! You are nothing of the sort! If you could raise the dead I wouldn’t treat you like an enemy! If you could even be considered the dead! I would bow before you and worship the ground you walk on! But you cant! I will prove to the entire ExWA that your time is done and Morbid Angel’s time is beginning! No way to escape the grasp from the Morbid one! You have felt it before when I almost showed you the burning inferno from hades! Son of a bitch! I almost had you! I was so close! And I lost because of a goddamn mishap! shit man same fucking thing happened with me and Vegito for the title! I messed up and stepped on a weak part of the cage! I saw that it was weak and I still went onto it and well what do you know...I fell...and lost!
Corpse....you and your Three Shades of Sin....the group that isn’t really a group....the people that have no real partnership between them. How do you all get along...such personalities that clash like heaven and hell! Chronic the joint smoking, pill poppin, coke snorting bastard from California! Dude!!! fuck that shit! You Corpse will see that I don’t need the help of my friends...I know for damn sure that you will in fact use your friends to help when you are down! I know that you help your friends...remember when you came into my match? Yeah...I remember that shit motherfucker! Like being cut with a knife! I never forget my little Corpse!!!! and don’t forget that..even after you start to rot...I will remember the man named...Corpse! And how he was the bastard prick in my side! Well you know what! I will be the thorn in your side my friend! And it will be uncomfortable! Extremely uncomfortable! Kinda like getting stitches on your back! And you can’t lay on them because they might rip open!!! cant sit down! Nothing! Pain in the motherfucking ass!
Man now I am pumped! And feeling like I can kill some motherfuckers! Goddamn! I am ready! I am pumped! Corpse in the words of our great Triple D...I hope you bring the ass because ill bring the kicking...Or something along those lines..who knows..I sure as hell don’t care about that shit...fuck’em! But you Corpse.. I am not finished with you as of yet...I have plenty of tricks to show you! I have plenty of ideas I will bestow on your cold dead ......well Corpse.....Add your eyes to my collection! Maybe take your tongue and sell it to the Jeffery Dahmer house of interesting facts? We may never know....”<br>
Morbid pulls off into the office and he gets out of the SUV.
As he walks to the building numerous people stop and look at him...you would to if you saw a big ass motherfucker covered in blood! He walks into the office and checks in and waits his turn... the lady behind the counter phones Shaun Vincent

Lady-“ Um, Mr Vincent... we have a gentlemen out here that wishes to speak with you...well he is kind of covered in what appears to be blood.......”<br>
Shaun Vincent-“ Appears to be blood?”<br>
Lady-“ Well, blood....I think..”<br>
Shaun Vincent-“ Send him in and call security to make sure...”<br>
Morbid was waved on to go into the office and speak.
Morbid Angel gets through the doors and Shaun Vincent stops and turns white as a ghost!

Shaun Vincent-“ Holy Mary mother of God! Your not welcome here!”<br>
Morbid looks behind him to make sure he was the one being spoken to..

Morbid-“ why not!”<br>
Shaun Vincent-“ because your covered in blood! You’re a Satanist!!!!”<br>
Morbid-“ Well they don’t call me Morbid Angel because I go to church on sundays....I have a case I am suppose to talk to you about...against Dr Gen Lillian and the Mental Health Center...they had me wrongfully committed”<br>
Shaun Vincent-“ I will not take your case sir! I am starting to think that they were right to place you there!”<br>
Security walks in..

Morbid-“ I see....well oh fucking well! Someone else will get this case then!”<br>
Morbid walks to the door and sees a bowl of candy sitting on a bookshelf by the door! Morbid stops and grabs a few pieces then looks at Shaun Vincent throwing one in his mouth and leaving the office! The security guard was kind enough to escort Morbid Angel to his awaiting SUV where he left back to the Hell like workshop!

Scene fades to a blood red!

(OOC-Not my best Work, Kinda pressed for time....sucks!...enjoy as much as you can)

[The Corpse]

(OOC: this RP clocks in at 10,267 words..there was a point in there when I thought I was stuck at 4,000…I’ve still gorrit. I’ve still gorrit!)

<-~=-)|(----- SCENE ONE:VISIONS OF THE GRAVE-----)|(-|:=~->


/* Something intangible sweeps the air. Like the sands of time fall, slowly and surely, the feeling grows. There is nothing to be seen. Pure blackness all around. Nothing less…nothing more. No sound can be heard either….But for a small clicking, possibly the sound of the tape head spinning slowly inside of the camera. The cameraman coughs, as if trying to prompt something to happen, but nothing does. He could be turning around in circles, but the camera wouldn’t know it…Darkness is supreme in the moment. A dull clink is heard, sudden in the atmosphere. With it comes light. There is a hand before the camera very briefly-the camera man has just pulled a light switch. The camera pans around, and the camera man lets out a gasp *\

Cameraman: What the fuck?!

/* All around are caskets…There are mauve painted walls, with wooden beams encircling the room’s circumference. A dull bulb lights the room from the ceiling, with no other light source seeming apparent. A few fans recognise the set up. The camera sees a door, and exits through it. As it emerges on the other side, a night sky is seen. There is a long, winding stone path to a pair of gates. All around the path are tombstones, some stood up, others on their sides. It all looks rather eerie when paired with a starless, moonless overcast night sky. The tombstones are so close together that the obvious assumption is to believe this is a wartime cemetery. Yet as the camera pans around, some graves are nameless, others half finished, reading half a name, half a date…As if they are just being made. The camera pans around and shows that the previous location was not that of a mausoleum, but a funeral parlour. The pieces fall into place. Connecting scene with match, the fans assume this is the home of Morbid Angel, or at least one of his many funeral parlours. A small banging sound is heard out of shot, and the camera switches to the source. There is a figure knelt by one of the graves. The camera zooms in, but as it does, the scene starts to fill up with mist, and nothing is distinguishable. The cameraman starts to walk towards it, and reaches the figure. As he walks around the tombstone to get a shot of the figure’s face, the figure dissipates, as if part of the mist itself. Bemused, the cameraman moves around to see the grave itself. The words read off with an eerie familiarity about them… *\

Here lies Ben ‘X’ Salmon, taken from us too early in life. May his soul live to avenge his death. 16/12/02

/* The cameraman backs off momentarily. These were the words etched on the grave of The Corpse’s former body. But that was in England. Why now would these words be repeated on another grave? So far from there? A crash is heard. The camera pans around, and another spectral form is poised over a grave. The camera man runs this time, and goes so far as to put a hand out and touch the spectre, but as he does so it falls away into the mist, as if never having been. The camera focuses on the grave, and words read off, simply…*\

Here lies Jakub Kristhev

/* The words are simplistic, yet profound in their meaning. Of course, Morbid Angel is not dead. Yet according to this gravestone, he soon will be…Given the fate of corpse after his death, it is not really possible to say whether the death of Morbid Angel, and expulsion from the mortal realm, would be advantageous or not. It had already been seen that Brimstone’s soul was incognito. Perhaps awaiting a sensible moment in time to return. Corpse himself had taken the opportunity to retake a body as host for his soul almost immediately. What if Morbid Angel was given this choice? Would it be safe to bring him back? The fans might ponder this for some time, but the scene itself is the focus of their attention at present. The question of why coerces the mind into ponder. Why are they seeing names? It’s almost as if an omen is being shown. The shot fades to a blood red…causing most fans to believe it a message from Morbid Angel. *\

/* The scene opens up again. Words can be heard in the background, in a German voice, almost melodic. Before the eyes, a man is being buried. *\
Warmer Körper (Warm body)
heißes Kreuz (Hot cross)
falsches Urteil (Wrong judgement)
kaltes Grab (cold grave)

/* There are a few people scattered around the grave, all dressed in black. Inside a large wooden casket is a male body. He has long black hair, and his face resembles that of Morbid Angel *\

Auf dem Kreuze lieg ich jetzt (I now lie on the cross)
sie schlagen mir die Nägel ein (they hammer nails into me)
das Feuer wäscht die Seele rein (the fire purifies the soul)
und übrig bleibt ein Mundvoll (And remaining is a mouthful of…)
Asche (Ashes)

/* The mind acknowledges the people around the grave. They are pretty familiar. The first person obvious is Dr. Lillian, who had played a big part in last week’s I Quit match. There are also doctors, and a few of the ExWA/JWA:EWA staff around the grave. But no family apparent. *\

Ich komm wieder (I will return)
in zehn Tagen (In ten days)
als dein Schatten (As your shadow)
und werd dich jagen (and I will hunt you down)

/* The body starts to fall down, and the casket is sealed up nicely. People turn their backs, not staying to throw dirt over the grave. Almost as if they don’t care enough to bother showing any final respect to a man who showed them no respect in life either. *\

Heimlich werd ich auferstehen (Secretly I will rise from the dead)
und du wirst um Gnade flehen (And you will plead for mercy)
dann knie ich mich in dein Gesicht (Then I will kneel in your face)
und steck den Finger in die Asche (And stick my finger in the ashes)

/* The camera pans around 360°, and shows a figure knelt at the end of the grave, previously out of shot. *\

Asche zu Asche (Ashes to ashes)
und Staub zu Staub (And dust to dust)

/* The figure raises its head, and pulls back its hood…revealing the smiling face of The Corpse. The scene fades to black. By now the fan is extremely confused by all this imagery. *\

/* Once again, the scene opens up. And once again, a voice is speaking in German. The scene is now different. Where previously there was a grave, there is a rough hole in the ground. There is rain falling, and the area seems to be that of a forest. Drops of rain seep through the leaves of the trees and create a muddy ground around the grave. *\

Ein kleiner Mensch stirbt nur zum Schein (A small human only pretends to die)
wollte ganz alleine sein (It wanted only to be alone)
das kleine Herz stand still für Stunden (the small heart stood still for hours)
so hat man es für tot befunden (So they decided it was dead)
es wird verscharrt in nassem Sand (it is being buried in wet sand)
mit einer Spieluhr in der Hand (With a music box in it’s hand)

/* A figure approaches. Over his shoulder is another body. The fans easily recognise the figure of Morbid Angel, and acknowledge that it is the Corpse draped lifelessly over his shoulder *\

Der erste Schnee das Grab bedeckt (The first snow covers the grave)
hat ganz sanft das Kind geweckt (It woke the child very softly)
in einer kalten Winternacht (In a cold winter night)
ist das kleine Herz erwacht (The Small heart is awakened)

/* Morbid Angel approaches the grave, and stand in it. It is barely 3 feet deep. He throws Corpse’s limp body at his feet, and kicks him into a lying position. He pushes him onto his front, and crosses his arms, so he is facing the bowels of the Earth rather than the sky, symbolically facing Hell rather than Heaven. *\

Als der Frost ins Kind geflogen (As the frost flew into the child)
hat es die Spieluhr aufgezogen (It wound up the music box)
eine Melodie im Wind (a melody in the wind)
und aus der Erde singt das Kind (And the child sings from the ground)

/* Morbid Angel shovels dirt onto the grave, and urinates on it once it is full. He doesn’t bother to make the ground flat, rather just leaves it, and disappears through the trees as the scene fades to a blood red…and the fans grow ever more confused. *\

/* The scene opens up again, and shows The Corpse. He is stood by an open grave. It looks similar to that which was just seen. Rain falls about him and makes his features seem light and blurry. He opens his arms and smiles, beginning to speak. *\

Corpse: Morbid Angel…my how the wheel of life seems to hate you. Again our paths have intertwined…<br>
/* He pauses, bending his head down, in one go swiping the dreadlocks from his face, sending a spray of dew-like water into the foliage above and around him *\

Corpse: Now I could stand here and give the usual crap. Blah, I am going to kick your ass, yadda, you will wish you never stepped in the ring with me, and so on. But the fact is, you already know all that…And you will also know that is not my style…Morbid, we have crossed paths in the past, and the result has always been the same. Pin fall or submission, it has always been that way. Yet, I have never felt dominant.

/* Corpse wipes his wet beard, and looks to the sky…Then slowly down at the grave with a wry smile *\

Corpse: That’s going to change this week…<br>

[The Corpse]

\* CAMERA FADES OUT */

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/* The camera shot returns at this point. The Corpse is stood in a graveyard, apparently a real one this time. He starts to walk. The names of the dead pass by the viewer’s eyes as the camera follows in his cold wake *\

Corpse: Matthias Waltman, age 29, died of overdose…Sue Ellen Drewery, age 76, died of natural causes…Richard Kruspe, age unknown, died on stage…Nice. Morbid, I suppose you are wondering why I am in your neck of the woods. I’m sure by now you recognise the red pinewood of Oregon. That odd mist that hangs over us the whole time. It’s not prosthetics. No stage trick. This place is as cold, damp and dark as any tomb you will find. Makes you wonder how cosy it is under ground doesn’t it?

/* Corpse snaps his head to the camera and turns around. His face looks serious. *\

Corpse: Morbid, I want to show you something…<br>
/* Corpse walks through the graveyard, until the gravestones start to lessen. A newer patch has been opened up around here. There is an open grave in sight. Corpse stops by it…All around are the same trees seen earlier on. Realisation hits the viewer…Corpse was not in the forest, but the newest end of a graveyard. *\

Corpse: Jake… I will call you that because I know you hate your full name…I imagine you thought I was trying to recreate the scene of my death earlier on, right? Right. I suppose you thought it was in the middle of some dark forest? Wrong. Although, in my instance it was. You see, When I was knocked out, stuck in a straightjacket and buried alive, in my former body…It happened to coincide with something. See, before that happened, I was in a flaming pyramid of Hell match…Just like this week! Now, I could remind you of what went down in there, but I don’t want to become long winded and tiresome as if I were Virus…Suffice to say…Outside interference meant the match never ended…And led to my being killed…rather my mortal body being terminated…So it seems fitting that death be the theme here today, in cold Oregon.

/* Corpse walks to the headstone at the foot of the grave. He chuckles. There is a small card placed next to it. He shows it to the camera, and reads the caption out loud. *\

’Morbituary. Cheap ass burials for the solemn, deserving piece of shit you wont be missing!

/* Corpse Takes the card away and throws it into the grave. *\

Corpse: I wonder, did your company receive any phone calls regarding a burial here in *CENSORED* next Sunday? I don’t suppose you realised the significance of that, now did you? I’ll elaborate on that later…Morbid…I seem to recall you brandishing some literature made by Anton Lavey? That balding old coot…You are right…All bull shit…Anybody who knows anything knows he was a fraud…He’s the reason people like you get a bad name…But let me ask you this Morbid…What are you? Do you consider yourself a Satanist? If so…you aren’t a very good one, Satanists don’t even worship Satan. But Hell…I get the impression you are more intelligent than that. You aren’t a Satanist. You know what Satanism is, you know its bull shit too right? I see that in you. You don’t get led on by farcical evangelists. Putting Lavey down shows that. You have the nouse about you to say, ‘fuck that, I’m not going to listen to that bull shit’. You believe what you believe…And yet...you contradict yourself…Lavey is a fraud because he only wanted money? I say he is a fraud because he is full of shit. But Morbid, why do you have your own funeral service? Because you want money! Why do you want gold? Because you want gains! You see, as much as you parade your beliefs, and use them to justify what you do, at the root of it all is greed. That’s why to me, you are no better than any other star here. The respect I have for you is purely because of what you do in the ring. You have heart. You fight like your life depends on it…Which it does.

/* Corpse kneels down and brushes some mud from the bottom of the blank tombstone, and an odd symbol is seen. Corpse backs up in surprise. *\

Corpse: The...fuck? Morbid…You better hope that you did not put that there…<br>
/* The camera fades out as Corpse looks on with confusion. *\

\* The scene returns. In shot is a large stained glass window. There is a picture of Jesus being lowered into a lake. On one side is water, the other fire. As he steps out in the lower pane, a halo surrounds his head, and the fire is now water. The camera pans back from the window, and shows rows of wooden chairs. It is a church (OOC- there’s a word for those benches but I forget). Corpse is sat underneath the window that was in shot, and looks around at the camera. */

Corpse: Morbid, before I explain that episode with the symbol…Let me introduce another symbol. This is a window depicting the baptism of Christ! Why on earth would I of all people be in a church you might wonder? And furthermore, why am I showing it to your Satan loving ass? Jake, this means a whole lot more than good and evil. In fact, this guy is about as evil as they come. Without him, millions of lives would never have been lost. Religion itself is an evil in relative terms…Without it, we would live harmoniously…yeah, right. People would still find a reason to kill each other…that’s where this comes in. See, conflict comes from the mind. Here we see Jesus overcoming his evil side and stepping out a holy, baptised son of a god…After forty nights in the desert with Satan! Wonder what they got up to…Some pretty crazy shit I’d wager. The bible says that he was out there being tempted and never gave in…That’s bollocks! Nobody is perfect…Not even the son of God! You know what they were doing out there? Some pretty rough shit. Satan took some hot chicks and they were fucking like rabbits out there. Jesus spawned about half the demons around that way. He fed j
Jesus some pretty diabolical shit too. Made him cut his arms and chest up with his own nails! Those pictures you see where he has been whipped and shit? Not real! That mess he made himself! There’s a reason you never see Jesus with no shirt on until he is crucified! Satan put him through all that shit…Even blood letting with the chicks! You see this wasn’t temptation…This was last days of freedom fun.

/* Corpse can’t help but laugh *\

Corpse: Jesus was pretty bad ass actually. But I’ve told you before, heaven and hell aren’t real either. They are fabrications of the timid mind. Things invented to make people behave in older days. Now they stand for good and evil in a metaphorical sense. Why am I going on about Jesus and his forty nights? I am not. If you remember, I was talking about his baptism. What’s symbolic about that? Well supposedly it purged the guy of his evils in the desert…but you didn’t hear that in the bible. Or did you? I guess that is open to interpretation. A bit like some people thinking Spike has talent, when really he is a horse raping thief. See, until you know, you just don’t know do you? Who would have realised that sock over his head houses Marge Simpsons’ money jar? See, everyone is hiding something. Spike acted evil to hide his real self. Used to call himself the King of pranks. Now I guess we can call him the King of Pricks right? Wrong. Franchise has that dubious honour. But you catch my drift here. Anyway, everyone is facing their own kind of conflict mentally. You obviously have your demons, insanity being high on the list in some eyes…I don’t see you as insane though…you are more intelligent than most…you know a man once said, ‘The insane are the geniuses. We are all stupid!’. Most would frown at that. But they are stupid! See?

/* Corpse smiles and thinks for a moment. *\

Corpse: I’m sure by now I have lost everyone’s attention…Even yours Morbid. Am I talking crap? Not at all. I just have a tendency to talk and expect everyone to follow me word for word. Anyhow, Jesus had it easy. All he had to do was forget 40 nights. I am personally having to deal with something totally different…You see, before my last Flaming Pyramid of Hell match, I was getting letters…Death threats…See I was the champion that wouldn’t die! That match was made to see me off once and for all…But I prevailed…my whole existence has been about laughing in the face of death, so it seems…Thing is those letters I got, all had a symbol on the seal…The very same symbol you just saw on that grave…So it seems that I am once again on the endangered list…Which is retarded, since whatever happens to this body wont matter a single bit. See if this body is lost, I’ll just come back again…I’m like that Jason character. Except I’m real. And by the way…This isn't me promoting that new guy! He can parade around and call himself whatever he wants to…But he can’t do more damage than the real thing did. I very much doubt people will go to war over this guy…He might get a sick cult of dumb depressed teenagers under his wing though…And if that happens all I can say is watch out, because there is only one thing more dangerous than a person with no reason to live…a cult of them!

/* Corpse stands up, and leaves the church, but the transmission does not follow him, instead it rises again and shows the stained glass window, which is about 15 feet from the ground at its’ base. The camera starts to fade, but snaps back into life as a brick flies through the 400 year old window! The camera backs away as another one comes through…But this time its not a brick, it’s a molotov cocktail! The camera man flees as the church starts to burn! And now the transmission fades… *\

[The Corpse]

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/* Cameras are now focused on a long purple low rider. Chronic is sat inside the car and is messing with the suspension while he waits. The car is parked outside a restaurant, the same restaurant the Three Shades of Sin used to meet in, before becoming the Shades of Sin. Chronic has the number 4:20 emblazened across his bonnet and he is toking himself stupid. The restaurant door opens, and Corpse enters the scene. Chronic stops bouncing the car up and down, and Corpse gets in. *\

Chronic: Where to C?

Corpse: We have to pick up Shadow. He’s at some Canadian fast food shop. Said he went to get a poutine.

Chronic: Ah, the famous poutine.

Corpse: The very same. So, no Mary Jane with you today?

Chronic: Ah, there’s a convention…Weed convention that is, up in Cincinnati, she went out there for a few days. In this baking sun…no pun intended.

Corpse: Sweet.

Chronic: What about you? Where’s Angel?

Corpse: You know, I am not actually sure. I haven’t seen her today. She’s been acting quite odd in the last few days. Has seemed distant. Like something big is happening and she has to prepare.

Chronic: Well, you are facing Morbid Angel. She was pretty new to this all when you took him on for the Intercontinental Title before. Maybe she doesn’t want to see you hurt again.

Corpse: No…She knows I am perfectly on top of things, it must be something else.

Chronic: I’m serious. Morbid Angel was definitely your biggest match to date. You can talk about Vegito, talk about when you slaughtered Virus, when you sent Polo packing, whatever, but for my money, the Intercontinental title match with Morbid Angel was your finest hour. And also the worst a match has left you looking. You were bleeding like a horse in there.

Corpse: Blood…I’d bled plenty before that night. And if history hadn’t worked out as it did, I would still be bleeding for that title. You are right about one thing though, Morbid Angel has been my toughest competitor to date. But still, I can say with one hundred percent certainty that she isn't worried. We do worse to each other than what Morbid can do to me. Besides…She knows I love the pain.

Chronic: Ah yes…that old quote. What was it? Orgasmic lust for pain that you crave, or something.

Corpse: Indeed. They were my words. I’m not lying, I like pain. Call me weird for that if you like, I don’t really care.

/* The car passes a few shops, and rolls into a French-Canadian ‘Eaterie’. Corpse hops out and walks in, and the cameras follow him. The interior is painted blue and white, and there are Quebecan flags everywhere. Shadow is sat alone with a poutine bucket in his lap…And several others scattered around him. Corpse approaches him and they speak. *\

Corpse: Hey, Shadow, lift’s here, let’s go.

Shadow: Ah me I eat at a poutine and walk at this lifts.

Corpse: ha, okay, probably best, I doubt Chronic wants greasy poutine all over his car.

Shadow: That true this poutine it very greasy. And I eat at this food for three hours now I leave with you at the car of Chronic.

Corpse: Sure, lets go.

/* Shadow finishes up his poutine bucket and they leave for Chronic’s car. *\

Chronic: Hey Shadow.

Shadow: What up chronic. Me I just eats a several of poutine it a French Canadian snack.

Chronic: That’s cool.

Shadow: And you Chronic what you eat at?

Chronic: Eat at? Erm, I like real food not greasy chicken or pooting.

Shadow: It poutine this name at not pooting Chronic. I just tell you this.

Chronic: Oops. Sorry about that.

Shadow: It okay. So what this real food where I find it at?

Chronic: I don’t know of anywhere specific. I just like my meals to come from somewhere healthier than Spike’s bed of rags.

Shadow: He live at the rags now? Why this?

Corpse: Oh he got mugged. Ironic. Now he has no money and anyone who gave ten shits about him before has kicked him away after he stole from them.

Shadow: This a jackass at this man he an idiot I love to whomps him at this ass.

Corpse: Do what?

Shadow: Whomps this ass.

Corpse: Right…<br>
/* A few minutes pass, and the three Shades of Sin members arrive at their destination. The arena is fairly quiet, as nobody has really arrived yet. It’s only 12:45 PM, so only ancillary staff are running about doing chores and making sure the arena is ready. They walk through the front door of the arena, past the box offices and lax early afternoon staff. They walk towards the SOS locker room, and chat along the way. *\

Chronic: So Corpse, this flaming pyramid of hell match? What exactly is that?

/* Corpse grins. *\

Corpse: Pretty simple really. You get four tables. Two side by side, the others stacked on there. Douse them with kerosene or whatever. Get two chairs, stood upright. Place them either end of the upper tables. Over them, balance a sheet of glass. Sprinkle some tacks on if you like. Light the tables, and send your opponent through the flaming pyramid of hell…<br>
Chronic: Sounds suitably inhumane. I’m not sure if that is worse than THC or not.

Corpse: Oh, I wasn’t finished. The pyramid must b e set up in the centre of the rind. Around the ring is an electrified cage…There is a wooden walkway across the top of the cage, which is your launch pad so to speak…<br>
Chronic: Damn.

Shadow: They crazy matches at these idea of you and Corpse Chronic. Me I look forwards at the THC where I will whomps this ass of Tony Lee.

Chronic: It’s also a chance for Vegito to put one over on Triple D before Quest for gold. Which reminds me, as you are facing Morbid Angel tonight, I guess it’s your call but you sure as hell could do Vegito and us a couple of favours if you took him out.

Corpse: I’m sure Morbid will think that is the case. I also reckon that Vegito would be strongly against it. And so would I in his position.

Shadow: And you Corpse why it why you think this at Vegito?

Corpse: Because like me Vegito is all about pride, and wanting the best opponent possible. It’s the only way to get better in this world. Vegito will want to face the strongest opponents he can in Triple D and Morbid Angel. It’s unfortunate that I will have to virtually kill Morbid Angel tonight, but what can you do?

Shadow: The world it a funny place.

Corpse: It sure be. I mean is.

/* The SOS members enter the room. It is dark, and Vegito can be seen inside. Yet, something else is there that is not usually apparent. For a moment the eye doesn’t notice. It spends the moment defining Vegito’s features in the darkness. On the bucket of weed in the centre of the table. On Shadow’s greasy paws. But the eye soon notices the foreign element. On the wall behind Vegito , is the same symbol seen by the graveside in Oregon earlier on. Corpse starts as he sees it. Vegito looks around, but sees nothing. *\

Vegito: For what reason do you appear shocked Corpse?

Corpse: That symbol…it…<br>
Chronic: Symbol?

/* Corpse points *\

Shadow: It there is no marks at this wall at the symbol I not see one here.

Corpse: Never mind…<br>
Vegito: You appear perturbed. Perhaps you should sit down.

Corpse: Yeah, I will.

/* Corpse takes a seat and so do Shadow and Chronic. *\

Vegito: For what reason are you not accompanied by Angel?

Corpse: Haven’t seen her today. I am sure she’s about somewhere.

Shadow: Maybe she go at a poutine bucket it you never know at this this womens are hard to understands.

Corpse: Want to make a confession?

Shadow: What you means?

Corpse: Ha ha, never mind.

/* Laughter *\

Chronic: Well for once I’ll step up and be the down to earth guy here…We need to talk business.

Vegito: Indeed we do.

Shadow: It true.

Corpse: Righty ho. What’s on the cards?

Vegito: We are all involved in most important matches this week. If the Shades of Sin are to become dominant we must prevail over the hardcore Title.

Corpse: Tha…<br>
/* Corpse trails off from speech and is staring into space. He sees nothing but the symbol in his eyes. They flash red, yet to the observer he is looking blankly into the distance. A knock is heard at the door, and Angel walks in. As she does, Corpse snaps out of his trance like state. *\

(collective): Hey Angel

Angel: Hey guys…you okay?

Corpse: yeah, just felt light headed for a second there. Nothing worth worrying about.

Shadow: He at seeing the symbol of the walls but it not there for us I think he hallucinate this.

Angel: Eh?

Vegito: Corpse has been seeing a weird symbol, but none of us have seen it ourselves. It is a rather odd thing, that.

Shadow: Too many shots at this head he seeing things.

Corpse: Funny. No, I’m not seeing things. It’s subliminal…I think.

Angel: Right…<br>
Corpse: Guys…I know you wanted to talk business, but I really need to go out there and talk to Morbid right now.

Chronic: You got it. See you back here.

Shadow: What the three words?

Corpse: Shades.

Chronic: Of.

Vegito: Black?

Shadow: It the word it Sin Vegito.

Vegito: I know. I was joking,

Shadow: Ah I not realise this. I sorry.

Vegito: Not a problem Shadow.

Chronic: You mean Lord Shadow.

Vegito: I do?

Corpse: Okay I am really going to hea…get out of here before this pseudo Homo-erotic banter seriously embarrasses someone.

Vegito: Okay Lord Corpse.

Chronic: *laughing*

Shadow: What funny?

/* Corpse takes Angel by the hand and they both leave the room leaving the light hearted atmosphere of the SOS locker room and head towards the ring. *\

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/*Cameras cut ringside and show Dean Malenko alongside Ian Dawe. *\

Dawe: And that’s how Rpsty helped wet my whistle for the big night. Oh, sorry, we are on air.

Malenko: Yes…Sorry about that folks. In the wake of Twizted Tequila Thomas’ departure Ian Dawe has not quite been himself.

Dawe: It’s okay. We had a private leaving do.

Malenko: I’m sure you did.

Dawe: Irvin Fury was there. So was George Michael. Elton John stopped by. Graham Norton was about. Virus performed the YMCA dressed as a fireman. Rusty…wait I just told you that story didn’t I.

Malenko: Alas, yes.

Dawe: It was such a spanking good night.

Malenko: I’m sure. Anyway. It seems as though we will be graced with the presence of The Corpse rather soon.

Dawe: Ah, the part timer is showing his face this week huh?

Malenko: Ye…um…Anyway he is facing Morbid Angel this week. I’m sure we will hear from him soon too.

Dawe: Great. Weird and weirder.

Malenko: You really don’t value your life do you?

/* Eerie words sweep the arena, in the voice of a little girl...*\

And out of the darkness, the Zombie did crawl
True pain and suffering, he brought to them all
Away ran the children, to hide in their beds,
For fear that the devil would chop off their heads!

/*With the final line, the girl bursts into a cackling, unworldly laughter, and a lightening bolt strikes the center of the ring. As the bolt's light is burnt into the eyes of the fans, 'Ein Spiel' by Rammstein starts to play, and the Titantron starts to flicker on and off, with a grainy image. The image withers in and out of existence, and finally settles, with a picture of a crucifix, that flickers out in a heartbeat. A short video clip plays in its' wake.*\

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Wir teilen zimmer und das bett
Bruderlein komm und sei so nett
Bruderlein komm fass mich an
Rutsch ganz dicht an mich heran

/*As the video finishes, the Titantron becomes dark, and the arena is illuminated only by the occasional flash from a camera. Darkness reigns supreme for what seems an eternity, yet is only seconds. Time in the arena seems to stand still. The arena becomes increasingly tranquil. *\

Vor dem bett ein schwarzes loch
Und hinein fallt jedes Schaf
Bin schon zu alt und zahl sie doch
Denn ich finde keinen Schlaf

/* A white, glorious light appears centrally above the ring, and begins to rotate. As it rotates, it begins to branch out, out and out, into several then hundreds of lesser fragments. These fragments of light drift around the arena in harmony, and the fans stare upwards without question of why or what ever crossing their minds. They are totally transfixed by the glorious beauty of the light. The lights begin to float down, each in a different direction, as it each choosing a member of the crowd. *\

Unterm nabel im geast
Wartet schon ein weisser traum
Bruderlein komm halt dich fest
Und Schuttel mir das Laub vom Baum

/* The lights pause for a second, as if considering any number of options, then they begin dashing around the arena, smashing into eachother indiscriminately and each time they do, a shrill shriek replaces the music playing in the background. *\

Spiel ein spiel mit mir
Gib mir deine hand, und
Spiel mit mir
Ein spiel
Spiel mit mir
Ein spiel
Spiel mit mir
Weil wir alleine sind
Spiel mit mir
Ein Spiel
Vater, Mutter, Kind

/* Eventually, after many seconds of madness, the lights all disappear. 'Ein Spiel' has reached the guitar solo, and the lights are strobing shades of dark and neon green. Several people achieve unprovoked orgasms during the solo, as if by by-product of Angel's seductive dance earlier on. As the awesome guitar solo ends, several lightening bolts strike the crowd, ruining the tranquillity. The fans scream and run in fear, crushing eachother on their way. At this point, the music changes to 'Mein Teil' by Rammstein. *\

Heute treff' ich einen herrn
Der hat mich zum fressen gern
Weiche teile und auch harte
Stehen auf der speisekarte

/* The fans frantically surge toward the exits, as the smell of smouldering flesh descends upon their conscious selves. Lightening bolts again strike, hitting the exits themselves. As they do, the doors seem to mould in the darkness, appearing as pool-like mirrors, reflecting in the faces of those who still approach. The reflections, however, appear untrue. The observer looks into the pool of reflection, and sure enough they see themselves. But they do not see reality. They see a vulgar, debauched version of themselves, engaging in unworldly acts, with one another, with objects, and with demonic apparitions that flitter in and out of the images. *\

Denn du bist was du ist
Und ihr wist was es ist
Mein Teil
(Nein!)
Mein teil

/* People start to hold their heads and drop to the floor. Some people begin to shake uncontrollably, and others writhe on the spot, as if they are being manipulated by some unseen force. Another video comes into life on the screen *\

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/* The screaming in the arena subsides suddenly, and everyone in the arena is either kneeling or lain out on their backs. A chill sweeps the arena momentarily, and a flicker of light appears in the middle of the ring, just the right size to be a person, but way too thin. The music changes yet again at this point, as 'Engel' by Rammstein comes on, around the first chorus. *\

Erst Wenn die wolken Schlafen gehen
Kann man uns am himmel sehen
Wir haben angst und sin allein

Gott weib ich will kein engel sein!

/* From one of the exits, the almost gelatinous doorway becomes still, as if it were glass. Behind it, the figure of Angel can be see. *\

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Sie lieben hinterm sonnenschein
Getrennt von uns unendlich weit
Sie mussen sich an sterne krallen
Damit sie nicht vom himmel fallen

/* Then, without warning, the glass shatters. The glass falls to the floor, lacerating several people who were lain there in their futile attempts to escape. Through the glass, a female figure becomes apparent. As she walks through the exit, she appears totally naked, but for a red bandana, but her 'extremities' are concealed by her long, dark hair. In front of her, she carries a lit pumpkin, so as to guide herself through the melee *\

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Erst Wenn die wolken Schlafen gehen
Kann man uns am himmel sehen
Wir haben angst und sin allein

Gott weib ich will kein engel sein!

/* As the final line of Engel fadesout, 'Blood Milk and Sky' by White Zombie hits, and the image in the ring broadens out, and for a moment, an unworldly calm crosses the arena, a euphoric sensation that flirts with the mind of the crowd, but it lasts very little time, seconds perhaps. *\

Siren sings a lonely song,
Of all the wants and hungers
The lust of love a brute desire
The ledge of life goes under

Divide the dream into the flesh
Kaleidoscope and candle eyes
Empty winds scrape on the soul
But never stop to realise

/* The sensation is quickly denied as the beam of light becomes a column of flame. The smell of burning flesh returns, and some fans are sick, over themselves, the floor, eachother, indiscriminately. People begin crawling on their knees, some lurching blood from their bowels, others just crawl blankly. *\

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Animal whisperings,
Intoxicate the night
Hypnotise the desperate,
Slow motion light

Wash away into the rain
Blood milk and sky
Hollow moons illuminate
And beauty never dies


/* The floor becomes a carpet of blood, flesh and sick. The whole arena looks like the inside of hell. The column of flames subsides and the darkness rises to a dull grey, just bright enough that a figure is visible in the center of the ring, a dark silhouette, impossible to read its features. The figure raises its arms about its sides, and a coat is lifted by an invisible presence. The figure drops to its knees, and the lights rise a little more, showing the figure fully, though mist distorts the image *\


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Running wild, running blind
I breathe the body deep
1000 years beside myself
I do not sleep

Seduce the world it never screams
Dead water lies
Ride the only one who knows
Beauty never dies

/* The song finishes, and there is silence. The lights in the arena mysteriously flicker on and off, deep shades of green and blue. A sense of foreboding sweeps the conscious minds of the fans, those that still sense at all. Most of the fans simply lie in their own faecal ridden pools of blood, unmoving, not sensing a thing. Angel has reached the ringsteps now, and climbs them slowly, placing the pumpkin on a turnbuckle, so as to illuminate the small corner of the ring she occupies, and she looks across the ring at The Corpse. Corpse surveys his diabolical paradise, and raises a microphone to his mouth, and as if on cue, his music cuts. He takes a little look at Angel, and winks. A massive burst of pyro erupts, and Corpse begins to speak with passion into the microphone *\

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Corpse: What's up fuckers?!

/* No reaction from the mainly dead or dying crowd *\

Corpse: Alright!

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[The Corpse]

/* Corpse and a still distant Angel chuckle and Corpse regains his composure, starting to speak with conviction *\

Corpse: So, Morbid Angel. We are here again. Once again you will face the Creeper in solitary competition. Do you remember our first encounter? I seem to remember it vaguely. I was forced to team with that lazy piece of shit Deranged. Deranged did nothing in the match but be a cheerleader as I beat you-call it whatever you like, but we both know how that match was one. Me over you-one-two-three. Tell me it was a handicap match if you like, I will just laugh in your face though. So, first encounter, first blood to me right? Pin fall victory. Then we faced each other again…One on one. I have to say it was a pretty sweet match. I’ve been buried alive, burnt, hit with chairs, whatever you can think of, I have probably been through it. But you were a much bigger threat. Much better than most my opponents before hand. You did something that nobody else had done before, and you took the fight to me. I’ve seen them come and go-Hitman, Polo, Virus, Brimstone…All went downhill and fell from grace after losing to me. But you were the first to take a match with me and grow. You got better. You are probably the toughest guy to face around here right now. You proved that…More than proved that against Triple D. Who by the way, I have beaten several times in the past as well. The thing about you is, I know you wont be any different this time around. I know you will use everything at your disposal to go over on me. And the glory of this match for you is, for once it is possible. I know I can look you in the eye without feeling the urge to spit on you. Know what I mean? Some people around here just fill you with so much disgust you don’t even want them in your sight. Yet you, for some reason, have gotten my respect. And as I said….this is one match where the best man doesn’t always win. It’s more about damage, and ultimately…Heh, ultimately about balance. I guess what I’m telling you is…I am not a hundred percent confident on this one…You see my history is one and 0 in this match…but my mortality rate isn’t so high! This is one match where you leave yourself pretty open…It’s going to leave you so incapacitated you are pretty much helpless. You know what falling 15 feet through tacks, glass, steel and tables does to your body? Morbid, we have both been in some pretty rough matches, but this is so much more…your match with Vegito in the cage…The last of three falls if I remember correctly…That was awesome! You guys tore the house down. Beat the shit out of each other. But there, you were falling 15 feet to the mat. Now you have a rather hellacious pyramid to concern yourself with…Thing is…falling 15 feet hurts so much more when that fall includes glass lacerating your body…Thumb tacks sticking into your every orifice…Are you salivating yet? I know I am…<br>
/* Corpse stops to scratch his chin, and looks at Angel. She smiles back but it doesn’t seem like her usual smile. *\

Corpse: Let’s talk about you Morbid…First off your relationship with Spike…It’s good to see you tossed that piece of shit on his ass…I have to admit I laughed when I saw you shooting him…I just wish I had the opportunity to kick his ass myself…Some things just aren’t meant to be…But I’ll tell you what Morbid, I seriously got worried when I saw him appear. See I have seen your work before. Promos with guys wearing horns, whatever. But seriously…this guy was sticking pins in his head to impress you…I dare not think what ancient satanic rituals he was digging up to try and get you to perform with him…Seriously…What makes someone like you trust a guy like that…Someone willing to stick pins in his head for attention is obviously missing something upstairs. Maybe he was missing something downstairs too and wanted you to fix that…But lets not even go there…Actually…On that subject, where did the name corpulent maggot come from? That’s been troubling me for some time now…Are you talking to your genitalia or me?

/* Corpse frowns and looks to the ceiling, then back down. *\

Corpse: Morbid…I know your mental stability has been something many have questioned as of late, but don’t let that throw you off guard. Granted, you appear to be a little undecided. You start by calling me one of the demons in ExWA, then call me an Angel from Heaven’s gates. I will be blunt, I am neither. I have explained so many times…There is no Heaven and Hell. Demons? Perhaps…Probably…Yes. But not in the sense that convention suggests…And the same goes for Angels. Between Angels and Demons, there is no real difference. Is one good and the other bad? Not really. Both are of the same stock. As for you, you call yourself Morbid. That’s certainly true. But are you an Angel? I’d defy my own definition if I told you that you weren’t Angelic, now wouldn’t I? So, I’m interested to hear…What makes you and angel? Are you going to tell me you were sent by Satan to cause havoc on this plane of existence? Well I hate to break this, but there is no Satan. Satan too is a metaphor. Oh, his self is real. He just isn't Satan. See people make the error of calling me supernatural…Not true. I just came back down from another plane of existence. I was given the choice because of certain paths I took in my life prior…See there is a place a lot like Hell. It isn’t under us, it isn't above us, it isn't around us. Maybe a piece of it is in all of us…In fact I know it. But it’s a different plane. I am just tuned into it because I came back. So, are you telling me you were sent back down too? I find that doubtful. The fact you spout so much rubbish about Satan pretty much tells me that. I think you just have a fetish for men with beards and horns. If you truly idolise this metaphorical deity of evil, why do you mock him? Pretending to preside over him in promos. Really not the actions of someone in awe are they? A servant does not mock his master does he? But I think your mind is your master. As stupid as that sounds-everyone is led by their minds. But what I mean is…You created your own Satan, and you worship yourself. After all you do claim to be pure evil right?

/* Corpse laughs *\

Corpse: Pure evil that hates stealing? So what does that make stealing? A good thing? See, in saying that, you totally contradicted your own standards, your own ideals. You are led by a mind that doesn’t even understand itself. No wonder you were facing institutionalisation…But you know what else people say? The most dangerous man is the man who cant control his mind! But hey…doesn’t say he’s dangerous to others. You could be your own worse enemy. Have that conversation in your head. Tell me what your conclusion is once you are done. Well, time will tell on that one.

[The Corpse]

/* Corpse thinks for a moment. He is going over the last time he faced Morbid Angel in his head, as if he has missed something out. *\

Corpse: Morbid…you say you were the first to make me bleed? Please. This body bled when I caught my arm on a thorn bush.

/* Corpse winks at Angel . *\

Corpse: Like I say, this body is temporary. I never pretended this body wasn’t mortal…You simply assumed…Once again…Your mind doing your talking for you!

/* Corpse laughs and leans on the top rope . *\

Corpse: So, Morbid Angel is on the hunt for gold again huh? I remember your last major title reign…How did that end again? Oh, my bad…I ended it…Made you pass out…So Morbid, I guess that defied any preconceived misgivings about you right? Yeah, we shattered each others’ metaphorical reputations in that one. But I think I also shattered something else…your dreams! Yeah…after that match you were on a bit of a downer huh? But hey…I walked away with the Intercontinental title belt...s…And you walked out with a chip on your shoulder! And a bit of a headache. Hell, maybe I was the one that knocked you silly in there. Lack of oxygen to the brain is mentally damaging! But back to the belts…I see a great champion in you…But you need to remember something…You are living in the era of the Shades Of Sin! You have a very slim chance of beating Vegito while he is in the form he is in right now…Especially while the whole of the Shades of Sin are right behind him…You stand a better chance going to some tin pot fed like the WCXF and wining the title there! But Morbid…I know you are better than that. I am not knocking you…Quite the opposite…If you listen to what I am saying…I am actually giving you advice here…See you have it in you to beat anyone here, and I mean anyone…You just have to drop the pretence and fight like only you can…<br>
/* Corpse sniffs the air and carries on speaking. *\

Corpse: You know ,the irony of this match is that the last time we faced each other, it was right after you battled to a no contest with Vegito inside a cage. It took two cages to settle it with you this time around. And just this last week you drew with Triple D in another no contest! And before our second match, I beat you in what was meant to be a tag match…And I recently won the tag titles here. Until I decided to hand my belt to Shadow. See, I dislike Tag Team matches. Even though I have won three tag titles in my time, I have never enjoyed it. My first titles were with Virus. Ha ha, Virus. What was I thinking.

/* Corpse tries to contain his laughter *\

Corpse: But my second reign was with Shadow. You know I have never in my life lost a tag match…I always get the titles then move on. It’s called intelligence. See, there’s only so long you can count on your partner, whoever he may be. And I have the utmost respect for Shadow and Chronic…But I like to control my own destiny…I was traded when me and Shadow won the belts…which meant he was left holding them alone. And he brought in this guy…Birdman or something. Anyway this guy proved my point totally. He no showed and Shadow lost the belts. Tragic really. But I always felt I owed Shadow for that. So giving him this title was remedial…Now I owe him nothing. Now that I think of it, that Birdman guy looked a whole lot like Brian Stinberg…so did that Whiplash guy…Hmm…<br>
/* Corpse grins *\

Corpse: Jake, last time this was about gold. This time its about hurt. One of us is going to leave this arena in an ambulance, and that’s a promise. The last time we faced each other you were raped of your intercontinental title…Just as that graveside was robbed of it…You know they said I never killed Vulcan…Jake, have you seen him about lately? I didn’t think so…Sometimes what you wish would happen becomes reality in your mind…When really the world is falling down around you. You know Jake, I bet you’d stick your head in a fire if I told you that you could see Hell. Meanwhile you’ll have a demon with his head sticking out your ass saying ‘Fucking A, got me a live one!’<br>
/* Corpse grins at taking a line from one of his favourite films, House of 1000 Corpses. *\

Corpse: Well Jake, I see you have your living situation sorted now. So no more sleeping in abandoned mansions? In the back of your Lincoln Navigator? I guess the longer you go on the more you lose your trademarks, huh? But still, I see you drive that piece of shit, with your pentagram rims and whatnot. Like you want to look like Marilyn Manson or something. Although I would probably liken you to Charles Manson before Marilyn…Marilyn Manson…clever name…60’s sex symbol was really the diabolical ring leader of a murderous cult! That sounds pretty cool to me…Sounds better than calling himself Charles Monroe at least…Seriously though…Maybe you should hook up with Manson’s psychiatrist…That Lillian chick is clearly not on your side…More used to dealing with men who think they are loaves of bread, right?

/* Corpse swipes the hair from his brow and grins *\

Corpse: Heh, anyway…I think it’s time we return to the realm you know so well…I have some footage to show you…I don’t remember if it was ever aired…But it is certainly pertinent to our match…<br>
/* Angel sits in the centre of the ring, and Corpse swings his coat around her, and bends down. As he does so, the lights in the arena shut out. Moments pass, then instantaneously everything returns to normal. Corpse stands up, and Angel has disappeared, He frowns a moment at this, but carries on speaking. *\

Corpse: As I was saying…I don’t remember you responding to this…so I’m not sure it was ever aired…but here it is…<br>
/* The door to the single-occupancy room opens. There is a screen around the bed inside the room, and not much else can be seen. A small piece of bed cloth hangs down where the curtain terminates. From out of shot, a tall brunette nurse walks into shot, and undoes the curtain. For a moment, the fan idly looks at the nurse. It is admirable that she is not the spitting image of the stereotypical nurse, her hair is not blonde, and her uniform is less than provocative. It is reassuring, then, to see a stethoscope hanging around her neck, signifying at very least in the subconscious mind that she was definitely a nurse. These petty observations play out like an eternity in the mind, but actually flash by in seconds. Whatever preconceptions of the nurse the casual fan may observe is lost, or at least forgotten, as the curtain is drawn back fully, displaying the occupant of the bed. The fan is less than enamoured to see that it is Morbid Angel. The fan is even less enamoured when they observe him properly. He is laid on his front side, and he is lying on top of the covers. Maybe it was a joke from one of the doctors to make this so, but speculation on that aside, it was displaying his rear end to the world. For a moment, this is not scrambled, but luckily someone has the cells to do so. Morbid Angel sees the camera and immediately starts to get angry, realising the display but aside from this also realising why the camera is there. It is now that the viewer realises just why he is struggling. At some point, he has been strapped by feet, wrists and lower back to the bed. He is pretty much helpless in his plight to escape observation. In the background, a laugh can be heard. the camera pans left, to the doorway which had been left open. The nurse slips out and tries to look inconspicuous, as the figure of The Corpse becomes visible. Corpse slips through the door, and shuts it behind him, locking it internally. The fan might question how wise it is to have a lock on the inside, given the high levels of suicide in the world at present, but the thought didn’t really cross that many minds in all honesty. Corpse has grey trousers on, possibly combats, that end in ragged tethers at the bottoms of his heels, as if they had been ripped at. He is wearing a Machinehead T-shirt, and over that an unfastened denim jacket. His dreadlocked hair falls about his shoulders like the snakes from the Medusa of Greek legend. The X in his forehead looks fresh again, as if he has returned to that dark place in his mind. Some fans wonder if he has fallen out with Angel, causing a shift in his attitude. But the thought is passing. Corpse kneels by Morbid's head, and thankfully takes pity on his plight by putting a towel over his rear end. Morbid turns his head awkwardly to face Corpse, and he is snorting with anger at the situation. It is conceivable that his rage could be converted into enough energy to break free, but he doesn't even try, instead he just lies there taking rasping angry breaths. Corpse gets close enough to Morbid Angel that his breath visibly moves his hair, and he begins to speak *\

Corpse: Morbid Angel...

/* Corpse laughs a little *\

Corpse: You were valiant. You gave me a damn good fight. I'd go as far as to say, you were my strongest opponent since Tommy Polo all that time ago. Few guys have tested me the way you tested me. But in the end it was all for nothing, wasn't it...All your efforts...Your 'Grand journey' from England to here. I guess your effort was about as vindicated as your claim to being German is. So Morbid...you look a little banged up...Look at me...

[The Corpse]

/* Corpse makes movements with his jaw, and shows that there are no exterior wounds *\

Corpse: As you can see, I look no worse for ware. Although as Malenko rightly pointed out I was busted from the mouth. And that's not something anyone has ever done to me before. You hit hard, son. But obviously not hard enough. However...I am not here to gloat. I'm here to thank you. To congratulate you, maybe. I thank you for two reasons. Firstly thank you for giving me the fight of your life. For doing everything you said you would. For not being full of shit like so many others I have faced. And secondly...For bringing me pain. Your giving ways led me back to a place long forgotten. You awoke a part of me that I had forgotten existed. A darkness inside me that cannot be quelled. It is the same thing that makes me hurt, only stronger. You allowed me to feel pain once more, for the first time since my death. That allowed me to become something noone has seen before. In short, you didn't just meet the Creeper...You unleashed him.

/* Corpse ruffles Morbid's hair *\

Corpse: Well done young man! It's thanks to you that Extreme Zone is now a walking graveyard! And this...

/* Corpse pulls up his T-shirt a little, showing the Intercontinental title belt *\

Corpse: Is finally mine. It's a shame I had to shatter your illusory world. I know you had your heart so set on being the best. On beating, as you called me, 'The precious Corpse'. On proving to yourself that you were better than me. Well like all fantasies, it was proved unreal. You were looking into a mirror and seeing what you wanted to see. What you desired was unattainable, so don't feel sorrow or misery in defeat. Simply, see it as a reason to gain strength. I think you are possibly the closest thing Extreme Zone has to keeping me down right now. And I say that without knowing who my opponent will be tonight. That's right...my opponent. My first defence of your old belt...Well you know nothing lasts forever. You were riding a wave, a wave of successive successes over Vegito. But, as you have found out...Waves break. And where most break on the shoreline...yours wasn't strong enough to do that...

/* Corpse stands up *\

Corpse: Well I just hope I haven't sent you back to that mental help place. We have enough screwed up characters here without adding you to the list. Well, adios Morbid Angel.

/* Corpse pats Morbid on the head, and Morbid frowns a little, but looks to be in thought. As Corpse leaves the room, he whips the towel off Morbid's rear end and lets it drop to the floor, the whole time not turning around. Morbid erupts into a furious rage and the cameras fade out with him struggling against his restraints. *\


Corpse: I’m pretty sure that speaks for itself…So, there’s not much left to say…See you when you are 15 feet below!

/* Corpse walks over to the ring ropes, puts his coat on, and disappears with the light. *\

(OOC: OLD SCHOOL OUTRO :8)