The Phenom And The One Man Asylum Are Inducted Into The Hall Of Fame.

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All the following week which was Wrestlemania weekend in East Rutherford, New Jersey. Sasha and I did meet and greets, autograph signings, I appeared on RAW and made my intentions very clear to Roman that one way or the other, I'd be walking out of Wrestlemania 35 the Universal Champion. I even did Wrestlemania Excess. Which was the first one I've ever been to in a very, very long time.
When it came time for the Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony. Sasha and I arrived fairly early. We went through the security protocols, did the red carpet intervies and she came backstage with me but I didn't really know why.

It was close to an hour later when Taker's induction video played. When it was over. Jerry Lawler said, "Now, here to induct The Deadman himself. Is a man who has gone toe to toe with him over five to six years. 'The Man Of A Thousand Faces' Daniel Boyce." I came out to 'Into The Shadows'. Shook Jerry's hand and looked at the audience in attendance. Who gave me the loudest pop I ever had.
"Wow." I said as I heard the chants.
'Let's go Daniel, Let's go Daniel.'
"I am so humbled to be here." I pulled my speech and put it on the podium. "Thank you. You may all sit down now." I said making everyone laugh. "When I got the call to do this. I initially wondered. Did all the other legends who know him better die." Everyone giggled or laughed out loud at that comment. "Don't you remember the last time we fought? What are you thinking? But here I am. About to induct my ultimate adversary. But more importantly. My mentor, my hero and I hope one day down the road. A friend. Although after this he may not speak to me again." I smiled as I continued. "Mean' Mark Calloway started his journey in sports entertainment in the late seventies and early eighties with very little success. It was when he came to the WWE. Donned a long brimmed black hat, black trenchcoat, black shirt with different color ties. black tights and black boots with different color kick pads, and as many may remember the different color gloves. And took on the name The Undertaker did he fiind popularity. Over twenty five to twenty six years. He changed his look about six times or less. He changed his approach to every opponent. But the one thing that never changed. Was his dedication to the business, his family and as memory serves Michelle's out there. I don't know how you deal with him. I can only say you have the patience of Job. But a belated congrats on marrying him. Anyway, The Undertaker has struck fear in the hearts of his opponents. Inspired fans like myself to become pro wrestlers. He has also been the master of mind games for all these years. Anyone who knows the business or has worked in this business, knows it's not a bright idea to challenge the Taker around Wrestlemania time. Because more often than not. The answer you get may not be the one you want. Just ask Shawn Michaels, Triple H and last but certainly not last on the totem pole of victims. John Cena and Bray Wyatt." The crowd cheered and the other superstars and legends applauded. "I never faced Taker at Mania. Like the four men I mentioned. But I'm sure I'd give it my maximum effort to try and beat him like Shawn did at Mania 25." I looked to Shawn and he was standing and applauding. "The only moment that kept creeping into my mind was the match I had with him at Summerslam 2010. My cage match against Taker." The crowd cheered loudly at the mere mention of it. "You remember that do you?" I looked from side to side and saw a lot of fans stand and cheer. "I'm going to just get right to what I took away from that match. Even though Taker and I were bloody, beaten and tired. I somehow found the strength to climb the cage and just sit on edge of the top of the cage and I never understood why Taker didn't try and stop me. He could have easily climbed after me and pulled me off the top. I now realize that he stayed down to help me get over even more with the fans. Not to mention and this is just a guess to give me more credit with the guys in the back. But I also learned another thing that night. Michael Cole and JR will probably back me up on this. But when my energy left I fell off the top of the cage and fell twenty feet onto the ground. Thereby winning the cage match. But in that folley, ha, I learned that its not smart to just sit on top of a steel cage, bloody, beaten and tired then forget to climb down." JR can tell you I screamed my head off in pain when I finally came to in the trainers room." JR nodded behind Hunter. "So without further ado. It is my honor and privelege. To induct into the WWE Hall of Fame Class of 2019. The Original Cerebral Assassin." I looked at Hunter who nodded in agreement. "The Demon of Death Valley, The Big Evil. The Deadman. The Phenom, himself. The Undertaker." The lights went out and Mark came out and smiled as he shook my hand and hugged me.
'Thank you for that. And for doing it period.' He said.
'No problem, Mark.'
'Congratulations on you and Mercedes being married.'
'Thanks.' I walked off the stage and made my way back to the backstage area.

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