I'm not dead Tonight a kingdom has fallen. I look on at my screen with fluttering eyes; hoping that this was just a dream from my own halucenent mind. But no. No the impossible had happened and I didnt know how to take it. The creatures of the night were in defiance of the beast to destroy the foundation of the only constant that we have ever known. The phenom layed there motionless as that sick walurass screamed in victory, "Oh my god!". And even the beast was stunned of his handywork. Lesnar's hand was raised by heyman as they stood shoulders high above our kingdom's king. His reign dominated all on-coming warriors as well as monsters; his power was sought to be the grandest highlight as he striked each one down for 21 years. And now, those two decades have come to a head as the 22nd has come and gone; along with the Streak. My soul was set ablazed with the ferocity that the deity of darkness showed to a good ol heart break kid from Houston Texas. However, it also quivered as tears began to stream from my eyes in realization of the end of a hero. To think, Brock ended something worth more signifigance than the actual state that hosted the greatest event of all time. Does that man deserve that prestigious honor? Hell no! This man had no dignity for another human being, much less a career! That sick smile of his just pushed the residents of Orleans and perhaps the whole world to the deep dark end where we see the very graveyard that carried the deadman's legacy. And as everyone stood in awe, I could see him. Undertaker was flat in the middle of the squared circle with eyes showing no motion. But soon enough, he started to rise from his state of defeat. With shaky legs and trembling arms, he pulled himself to a vertical stand point. He looked on at his people with his own look of dissapointment. His pride was shattered among the universe; the streak died. He may have known that a day would come when he finally met his match, but the toll of the bell had finally ringed for thee. And with this reality in check, he slowly made his way to the back of his shattered throne room; before taking a glance at the caskets that symbolized each of his victims. All 21 were there as a haunting premonition of his grim future, but this kind of haunt would be one of true respect. And finally he looked at the burned 22nd coffin. It was there as the one that somehow burned through the very soul of all the 21 warriors that stared down into the eyes of the demon of death valley. Then he walked into back into a tunnel of darkness; thought to be gone forever. Hopefully it would dawn on him that even though the Streak is dead, there will never be a grave to hold his legacy down. As for me, I was ordering a chocalate chip cookie with tears in my eyes at the local Mcdonalds in Crestview FL; I brought my labtop to witness history.