The crowd is yelling at the top of their lungs and chanting his name,as the music blares from behind the red draped curtain. Sweat drips from his brow, adrenaline pumps through his veins and the words "god bless me" leave his lips as he bursts through that curtain onto a huge stage. For this was his the match of all matches. It was for the World Heavyweight Championship belt for which he has waited his whole life for. Fireworks explode in the air, the crowd comes to his feet, and the Ultimate Warrior takes his place in the ring bouncing off the ropes and raising his arms wildly.

Music stops and the lights go dim. Fog enters the arena like a erie graveyard morning. Bum bum bum the music hits your heart like a train on cocaine. Here he comes the reigning champion, The Undertaker with Paul Bearer by his side. He passes through a long line of druids on his way to the ring. Cloaked in black from head to toe, eyes rolled back in his head and the look of death on his face. A small cut above his right eye from a previous bout with the warrior a couple of nights ago. As he steps into the ring the crowd gets louder and louder "boooooo" and "you suck" being chanted. And then the announcer starts his introduction.