He remembered when it used to be fun. Fighting man after man, watching a score rise each time. It used to bring him joy.
Now, he just wanted to be set free.
After Wrestlemania 25, it had lost it's splendor. He just wanted it to be over, wanted the pain to stop.
So he tried to lose on purpose.
But everytime, something came over him. He was just curious as to why it was always Shawn Micheals' face.
The pain. The pain was beginning to become unbearable. There were some days he couldn't even get out of bed it was so bad. It was like fire.
Fire. It was the one thing he feared about leaving, about finally ending it all. His baby brother's reaction. He seemed to finally be happy, so he wasn't too worried.
After Wrestlemania 29, he gave up. He tried to end it himself. While he'd had to fight the fight against CM Punk for Paul Bearer, he figured that he didn't have to keep going afterwards.
He climbed in the ring, microphone in hand. Everyone was cheering his name, and he remembered the days, very long ago, when no one really knew who he was. Now, everyone knew about the Undertaker and his amazing streak.
He tried. He said that the match, he hoped his last match, was dedicated to Paul. But right before he could slip the words, "I'm retiring." past his lips, the music hit.
Of all the kids to have the nerve. The whole segment with the Shield made him want to cry. Even Kane looked at him sympatheically.
After the segment, he went backstage as quickly as he could, ignoring his brother's calls behind him, ignoring the stares. He didn't stop untill he reached his solitary locker room. He sat down and put his head in his hands.
Hell never seemed to come to an end, didn't it?
He remembered when it used to be fun.
Now he just wanted to be free.
