Disclaimer : I don't own the wrestler or the man but wish that I did. He belongs to himself and his wife and his character belongs to the WWE. I have nothing but my children and my seven-dollar an hour job. So suing me would be pointless as I spend all my money on wrestling things anyway. This is fanfic and is purely my imagination after seeing The Undertaker wrestle Brock on Sept. 1, 2002.

Summary : This is just a fantasy of how a fan would meet The Undertaker in a crowd after a match. Dumb I know but I have to do it because my mind won't work on anything else. Please R/R because I like to know if I have any writing ability.

Rating : PG for intent.

* It is 10:30 p.m, on Sunday September 1, 2002. I had just left the All State Arena after spending the last three and a half-hours screaming and watching the WWE Raw house show. Being that it was a house show and wasn't taped everyone seemed more at ease. The wrestlers slapped the hands of many of the fans as they left ringside. After stopping in the restroom on the way out I went to stand with the many other fans to try and catch a glimpse of my favorite wrestlers as they left for the night. I hadn't been there for long when someone yelled you suck at Lance Storm as he left with his female companion. After awhile the security guards were trying to get everyone to leave by telling them that all the wrestlers had left. Just as I was thinking of heading for my car the crowd started to go wild. RVD and a male companion had come out of the building. RVD stopped and waved to the crowd before getting into the passenger side of a truck and heading out. I was thinking that I had been pretty lucky to see two of the wrestlers as they left and being it was now 11:00 p.m. that it was time for me to head home. I had just started to walk away when all of sudden I just had to turn around and look at a set of doors on the back of the building. It was as if a force was pulling me to look. As I did they suddenly came open and a roaring was heard from deep down within. The sound seemed to vibrate all the way through my soul. As I squinted to see farther into the doors and down the long dark hallway a single light could be seen. It was coming straight up the hallway and toward the opening. All of a sudden there he was The Undertaker in the opening of the doorway on one of his motorcycles. He stops and then starts to pull out of the doorway toward the traffic leaving the Arena. The crowd cheers as he starts to leave and he raises one arm. All of sudden as he goes to go pass me he turns his head and looks me in the eyes. I smile at him and he nods his head slightly. My heart swells with happiness at the fact that I had seen my favorite wrestler and that he nodded at me. All of a sudden he pulls his motorcycle in a tight U-Turn and stops it right in front of me. Without saying a word he reaches his hand out to me. I take it and climb on the back of his bike grabbing his waist and resting my head on his strong muscular back. As he whips the bike around and rides off into the night I know that all my fantasy will come true this night. Because The Undertaker a.k.a. Mark Calloway now owns my soul and hopefully soon my body to go with it. *

Author Note: I know that it will never happen but we can all dream now can't we. Please R/R as I would like to know what you felt. Or e-mail me at Takersdarkone@msn.com. Also I did get to see him wrestle Brock and he was great and should have won. I should know I took almost two rolls of film of his match alone. I also saw Lance & RVD leave but not Taker. But maybe someday who knows.