The End Is Here
By CynIsIn
Note: Yep, its fake.
Dean Ambrose laughed and taunted the fans as he left the arena, he had just done the unthinkable, with the Shield banned from ringside, Ambrose had beaten the Undertaker at Wrestlemania. The fans were in shock, some crying, some ready to kill the younger Superstar, but all of them upset that their hero had finally fallen at the biggest night of the year. Taker lay in the middle of the ring, for what seemed like forever, as the fans started to calm down and chant, "Thank you, Taker," to the iconic superstar. Then all of a sudden the gong hit and the furneral music began to play throughout the arena, as dozen's of druids, carrying torches light with flames, entered the stage and began to surround the entrance ramp, then the ringside area, leaving only a small walk way from the ring to the top of the ramp. Soon the music stopped, and the lights went out, leaving the glow of the torches, after a few minutes the song My Immortal by Evanescence fills the stadium and six druids, dressed all in white come glide to he ring, they do not enter, instead they simply drag the Undertaker's lifeless body out of the ring and carry in a crucifix position up the ramp, while the army of druids follow. Once at the top, the song finishes, and a large lighting bolt hits the stage and flames engulf a gigantic Undertaker Symbol. His minions then carry him to the back as the show goes off the air.
Once backstage, the six men lower the Legend to the floor, as an applause showers down on him from his fellow superstars, and another loud, "Thank You, Taker," chant exploded. "Thanks guys... have fun." He said, the near four dozen wrestlers just nodded, noing he wasn't kidding, it was their turn. He loved them like sons and brothers, in alot of ways they were his family, he wasn't ashamed to say that he spent more of his time with them than his real family. They also gave him hope that he didn't need to worry about the future of the buisness, these men respected what came before, and looked forward to the greatness that awaited. They deserved the spotlight more than a broken old man; that's why choice Ambrose, the kid had all the tools and knew how to use them, he was clearly the next great superstar. While guys like Roman Reigns might get there first, Dean would stay there the longest, and tonight the Deadman ensured his spot as a future champion.
After a long night of celebration and reflection, Mark had made it back to his hotel room. He smiled as he looked over at the bed, her sleeping frame gave him comfort, hell she was a big reason he choice to retire. Not because she asked him, but because she couldn't stand watching him kill himself in the ring all the time. "How was it"? She asked, as he sat on the edge of the bed. "It went well... the fans hated it, but in time they'll learn that what happened needed to happen, sooner rather than later." Mark said. She smiled, he was still trying to convince himself he could live with his decision. "They will understand... one thing about fans, true fans, they will come to respect you for what you did tonight. You gave the buisness a future." She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thanks Amy... without you I'd probably still be trying to go full time... something my body just can't handle." Mark smiled, and wrapped his left hand over both of hers. Giving her a small kiss on the lips, he then laid down next to her and pulled her closer to him. "Think you can handle him"? The Redhead asked. "I'm sure we'll be fine." Mark smiled and rubbed her slightly bulging belly.
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