Alright people. What if the Undertaker wasn't just some guy dressed up for the entertainment of millions? What if her really was the Deadman, a dark creature that lead a group of minions for a darker purpose? Sounds interesting to some and really dumb to others, I know. But just what if………?
Another night of pitting himself against these mortals for money. The Undertaker sits in his dressing room, watching the current match on the monitor. He didn't mind not using his real strength against these fools. If he did he would surely kill everyone he went up against. As the match ends, the big man stands to look for McMann. The annoying announcer at ring side comes on the screen, "We have word that a hearse has just pulled up outside. Now, we know the Undertaker is already here this evening, so I wonder who or what this could be." The picture is switched to an outside camera as the Undertaker turns back to the monitor. He recognizes the vehicle as one belonging to his group.
An official positioned in the parking area approaches the car as the driver window rolls down. The man speaks to the driver a moment, then talks into his radio. As the announcer keeps talking there is a knock on The Deadman's door. When he answers it, he finds another official standing there.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Undertaker, but there is a vehicle in the parking garage and they requested to see you. I told them they are not allowed inside unless they have clearance," he stammers on and on, until the Undertaker just pushes past him.
"I know who they are," is all he says as he walks on toward the exit.
Of course he is wearing his black robes, not having gone to the ring yet tonight so he is very impressive as he walks into the open area of the garage. He stops a few feet away from the car and the passanger door opens. A thin, sickly looking young man gets out and walks over to the big man, stopping to bow deeply.
"My lord, Undertaker," the minion starts, "We have a gift to bestow upon you." As he speaks a small group of his minions that stay around the arena he happens to be at, moves to the back of the car and open the door to remove a coffin.
The box is done in black wood with blood red trim and they stand it in front of him, instead of laying it down. He looks at the coffin and then back at the spokesman, his face unreadable in the cowl of his robes.
The pale young man bows again before speaking. "Only you may open it, my lord." He steps back and watches a look of excitement on his pale features.
The Undertaker walks to the box and pulls the door open to reveal a robed figure almost as tall as he is. He steps back and waits as the robed figure walks out of the coffin and kneels down before him. He lifts a hand for the figure to stand. The cloaked figure rises and stands with head bowed before him.
Undertaker steps closer and unfastens the cloak letting it fall, revealing a tall beautiful woman. She has a fit, well curved frame, pale skin and black eyes. Her raven hair reaches to her waist, flowing in waves down her back. The black and red corset and skirts show off her figure well. She stands her ground and looks the deadman in the eyes with a cool look on her face.
"What's your name?' he asks her.
In a beautiful, sexy voice she says, simply, "Hela."
The Undertaker looks at the pale man and then back at the woman. He smiles, that evil smile and offers her his arm. Taking it, she walks back inside with him.
Inside the announcer looks stunned, "Who, or possibly what, is this person? And what did that guy mean by a gift to the Undertaker?"
The big man leads Hella back to his dressing room and he stops the camera man from entering the room. A few minutes later, he sends for a messenger to deliver a note to McMann.
(Ok, not much of a first chapter, I am not able to keep up with wrestling, so I know there will be those who get picky about details. Please, forgive me any mistakes in what might be the current story line. I had to try this out, the blasted thing wouldn't get out of my head. Let me know what you think…..Rowen)