WWE One Shots 2

The Undertaker for JosephAguirre8

The Undertaker's POV

Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of walking through the curtains and looking out at thousands of screaming fans. It was an adrenaline that was completely untouchable in so many ways, the pinnacle of any sensation you could feel, something no wrestler could ever give up.

I'd had my ups and my downs, hadn't we all, but here I was, once again, to finally create what dreams are made of.

The night after Wrestlemania had come around once again, due to my disastrous injuries I'd had to miss my first event in over twenty years, which pained me terribly. I knew the end was looming, but I just couldn't do it yet, it just didn't feel right.

"Taker, you've got one minute until we're ready for you, make any final preparations." I smiled over at Hunter, picking up my black hat, and setting it on top of my head. Once it balanced correctly, I grabbed my gloves, slowly opening them up to slide my hands in.

"Alright, and three, two, one." I took the microphone that was held out to me, taking a hug intake of breath as the first chime rang out. I could see behind the curtain the lights falling black, and the eruption of the crowd fill my heart.

As soon as I music played, I quickly zoned out, replaying what I had dreamt of for years one last time in my mind. Beside me were two smoke funnels, slowly releasing it across the stage, and the purple lights come on. "Go," I heard the same guy whisper behind me, opening the curtains up allowing me to walk out.

The volume of the crowd only got louder, and the gaps became more frequent. I could see all the open mouths around the barricade of shock. All the rumours that had been spread around, The Undertaker has gone, The Undertaker has retired, diminished and rubbished in a matter of a few moments.

I reached the end of the ramp, walking up the metal stairs, entering through the second rope to the ring. The flames warmed around the ends of my legs, just where my trousers and shoes met, as I looked up to see John staring back at me. He adjusted his cap.

The lights went back up in the arena, and my music slowly came to a halt. I couldn't help but stand there and soak it all in, the crowd after Wrestlemania, so much louder then one could have ever anticipated.

"The Undertaker never dies." I went to continue but there was no point, the cheers rang through once again, drowning out my husky tone. I smirked, looking out at them all, awaiting their silence again. "John, I've been here over twenty five years, but there is one thing left to do, and that is to defeat you, and make you rest, in, peace."

I kept my icy glare staring over at him the entire time, watching the smirk unfold on his face. "You know me, I never give in, and I never say never. You're a legend in this business, a super human talent like no other, it would be an honour to take you on, and an honour to be part of your big farewell." I shook my head, lowering my cap, running a hand through my damp black hair.

"I never say goodbye Cena, I'll always be here, always with you, wherever you are." The crowd began chanting my name, creating a warming feeling in my stomach, something I hadn't felt for so long. The environment I was in reignited the flame, the passion I had for what I did.

The chimes rang out again, turning the arena dark, giving me a quick amount of time to climb out of the ring, and walk up the ramp, trudging in my heavy boots.

I reached the top and turned around, raising my hand up and bringing it across my throat, sticking my tongue out as part of my signature. I took the final cheer of the crowd, making sure to capture it and carry it with me wherever I went, then turned back to walk around the curtain once again.

Over the next few weeks I worked tirelessly to get into shape in Payback, there was only one stage I could ever truly make my comeback at, the pay per view stage. In the large arenas with the biggest crowds, just where I belonged.

You'd struggle to find a name I hadn't worked with one way or another, but it was always those lengthy battles that stuck by my side, an endless list of been and gone, but there was always that one name missing.

I'd never dreamt of the feeling like it, as the days flew by until Payback came around. I was never going to be perfect, I wasn't the age I once was, but the determination and heart I had kept me going.

I arrived at the arena only an hour before my match was scheduled, quickly changing into my famous attire. In my back pocket I had my eyeliner stick, drawing gently under my eye, making sure it looked perfect.

"Three, two, one." I smiled, watching the lights fall once again, taking a huge breath trying to settle my nerves. The purple lights filled the arena, and the roar of the flames echoed around. I strolled out, slowly placing one foot in front of the other, trying to disguise my shaking arm in fear. This was my first time in the ring in over a year, who knew what could happen.

John stared me down once I finally got there, removing my gloves, hat, and jacket, leaving me in my vest, shoes and trousers. The bell rang and my name was quickly bounced around the arena from plenty of the fans. I knew if anything else I had to do it for the fans, if not for me.

John laid out in the middle of the ring, his breathing was quickening trying to recover from my sequence of moves. I looked up to the roof of the arena, rolling my eyes back, and sticking my tongue out. He slowly got to his feet, using the ropes for leverage, walking straight into my open arms, whilst I flipped him over so his head was pointing down.

I paused a little listening to the crowd's cheers, then dropped him down into a third Tombstone Piledriver of the night. He laid out in front of me, whilst I sat down at the top of his head, grabbing his arms and bringing them to his chest. "One, two, three." The roars came out, and the bells chimed once again, followed by the dim lights.

I couldn't lie, I was so tired, but the aching in my bones was all made while, this was the one I'd been hunting for years, and now I could finally say, "I'd done it." I walked out of the ring, desperately trying to stay in character and not reach out to my legion of fans, heading backstage, with a crew member in tow, carrying in my things.

Once I was out of shot, I took them from him, placing them back on again. "Congratulations," I heard Hunter smile, walking over and shaking my hand. "You deserved that, it's great to have had you back again." I smiled, releasing my grip, and walking out of the production office, straight to my locker room, trying to hold back the emotion that was surfacing, coming to terms that everything had finally gone full circle for The Undertaker.