It began 2000 years before he was borne but the events of that night will affect the future of his family. He lay dyeing a sword in his chest slowly he felt the blood leave him his essence poring down his torso. The army of men he battled crowding around him. One man pulled the blade from the chest of the dark warrior they razed him up and placed him in an immaculately carved coffin made of heavy oak. Black as the night itself with hideous gargoyles on the corners a TX cross on the lid. They closed the lid and bowed their heads in respect to the fallen adversary.
Truly this man this phenom this master of darkness was an opponent that was worthy of respect. In life and death there would be no other like this man only known as the Undertaker.
As he drew his final agonised breath he reflected on his defeat with his last breath he swore he would return.
As they carried the coffin away thick green smog began to bleed from the inside.
A church bell sounded once…twice…. three times
And they saw him a ghostly apparition of the man they just defeated the undertaker. He had his eyes closed his pail face the purple around his eyes his black medieval style shirt black trousers and boots purple gloves and purple boot coverings. Showed this man as the undertaker his long black hair wet with sweat his red beard that framed his face was matted with blood. His eyes snapped open at the sound of the third bell
"Be not proud the spirit of the undertaker lives on, in the soul of all man kind, the eternal flame of life that cannot be extinguished. The origin of witch cannot be explained the answer lies in the ever-lasting spirit, soon all mankind shall witness the rebirth of the undertaker I will not… REST…IN… PEACE" an organ in the distance played the funeral dirge of the undertaker. The warrior watched as the apparition of the undertaker rose into the sky. The clouds began to collect then a single bolt of lightning tore through the sky and hit the casket. The warriors jumped back in surprise then all was silent.
Nothing moved the dirge stopped every thing seemed to have frozen only the flames on the casket gave any sound none dared to move. Then the bell of the church tolled again then again then again.
Then what could only be described as black monks came out of nowhere singing their dark dirge to their fallen master. they wore long black cloaks with there hoods up you couldn't see there faces every other one had a flaming torch in there hands. They're sorrowful song piercing the hearts of all present.
A cloud of overwhelming guilt came over the warriors as they watched the monks disappear with the fallen warrior.
He was a phenom the reaper of wayward soles a dark spirit in the hearts of all mankind the demon of Death Valley and the lord of darkness. But most of all he is the one and only Undertaker.