Undertaker's character and the Ministry of Darkness belong to WWE along with everyone else, but Larissa.
It's time for the match...
The crowd grew silent.
They had seen the Undertaker perform his "teleportation" trick before, but always with the lights out. But now, they had just seen a man appear out of midair. The Undertaker was simply in the ring. No lights, no Funeral Dirge, no Satanic chanting, druids, torches, entorage, or fanfare. He was simply there.
Only one other person in that arena was not surprised.
"Master." Said Larissa respectfully to the man who moments ago was not there, but now stood towering over her. She met his eyes and did not look away.
He did not acknowledge her greeting. "I will give you one last chance, Slave." He enunciated every letter of the word, assigning it meaning and truth that were not missed on Larissa. "Return to me this very moment. Defer to me, and OBEY."
"I cannot, Master. You know I cannot." Larissa looked away from the man who deep in her heart she could not deny was still her Lord. The man who owned her, body and soul. Who had taken her away from the world forever. Who had tainted her with his darkness. Who she could never, ever escape.
"I cannot return to you. Not after what you did. I can't."
The Undertaker slapped her. Hard. The crack across her face rang to the rafters in the largely silent arena, which instantly burst into cheers as the crowd reacted. They were over their intitial shock, and they knew the action was about to begin.
"You mean THAT?" he said calmly. He struck her again across the other side of the face and growled. "Whore. Slut. BITCH. Do not make me kill you because I WILL," the Minister of Darkness growled in her face. He struck her again. "You do not have the freedom to disobey me. I am your Master. I claimed you. Now OBEY ME."
He went to strike her again, but Larissa blocked the blow, and countered with her own punch to his face. The Deadman reeled back and stared at her with rage. Then, calmed himself and spoke: "Do you know what would happen if you were to leave my side?" Larissa stared back at him with less defiance than she would have liked. "You would perish. You would waste away and you would perish. You have been infected with the Dark Powers. By laying with me, I condemned you to the same fate as I. The Darkness cannot be purged, cannot be abandoned, cannot be walked away from! I have tried! I have tried for so many years!"
"I know." she cut him off.
He stared at her with something akin to pity. "And yet you insist on this still?"
She nodded, jaw set. "I know what I must do."
"So be it." The Undertaker gestured to the rafters, where the giant stel structure known as the Cell hung. With a flick of his hand, the Cell began to descend.
During the long, slow process of lowering the cell, neither Larissa or the Undertaker moved. They simply stood in the middle of the ring, staring at each other with sadness.
"NOOO!"
The shout rang across the arena, and the Undertaker and Larissa whirled to look up the entrance ramp. There, with rage in his eyes and men trying to stop him, was Kane. Chris Jericho was trying to physically hold him back while Shawn Michaels tried to convince him to return to the dressing room and not to interfere, but Kane was beyond reason. He hurled Michaels off the entrance ramp and tried to run for the Cell.
Acting quickly, the Undertaker magically severed the chains holding up the cell, and it loudly crashed down directly in front of Kane.
Kane immediately began to tear at the door to the Cell, and the Undertaker grew worried. His deranged brother had broken into these structures before to attack him, in fact that was how he first saw his brother after over two decades of believing him dead...
Fortunately for him, the lights went red at that moment, and before Kane knew what happened, he was beset upon by the Brood. Edge, Christian, and their vampiric master Gangrel swarmed Kane from the crowd.
As the Undertaker stood watching his brother beset by his unholy servants, Larissa steeled her courage, and dropkicked her master in the back, sending him toppling over the ropes.
The Undertaker roared with rage, stood, and slid back into the ring with lightning speed. He grabbed his rightful slave by the throat and threw her across the ring, where she rolled into the corner.
Larissa looked up to see Kane being beaten to within an inch of his life, but he was not alone. Soon, Jericho and Shawn came to his rescue, and the three of them began to beat back the brood. Unfortunately, the high, cold laugh of Paul Bearer was heard, and the entire Corporate Ministry poured out of the entrance ramp. The Acolytes, Mideon, Viscera, the Mean Street Posse, Chyna, The Bossman, and Triple H all ran to the trio and began to systematically take them apart, as Paul Bearer and the Higher Power, Vince McMahon stood at the top of the ramp, laughing.
"No..." Larissa whispered to herself, before she was grabbed by the hair and dragged to her feet by her vengeful master.
"You selfish, insolent little slut..." the Undertaker growled. "It is not enough to be the chosen prize of the most powerful man on Earth, is it? No, you had to ruin my LIFE."
Suddenly, the Undertaker began to mercilessly pound on Larissa, throwing her into the corner and beating her. He threw her into the ropes with such force that she could not hope to avoid his massive boot when she rebounded into it.
She lay on her back, unable to keep the lights from flashing in her head, as he stood over her. "You have so much left to learn..." He said, and lifted her to her fet again.
He slowly, and deliberately lifted her and slammed her to the mat powerfully, taunting her the whole time. "You cannot leave me. It is not something you are capable of doing. You will die. You cannot leave my Master's Darkness any more than I can.
I do not have the luxury of rebellion. I must obey. And so must YOU. But at least I can have you..."
He grabbed her by the throat and held her close to his face. "End this. I have won. Submit to me once more and be mine. You, at least will be spared the agony of true servitude, all I ask is that you pleasure me."
Larissa suddenly understood. She had felt for some time that her Lord of Darkness was cold, cold and unfeeling. Like the darkness itself. And now she knew why. The Darkness has subsumed her Lord. It had repressed the man inside. He was a servant of HIS master, that evil little man laughing at the entrance ramp. But he wanted freedom and independence every bit as much as she did. The Lord of Darkness cannot love. But the man beneath cannot avoid it. That was why he never dared to show his emotion to her. She was never meant to be his plaything. She was his escape.
And that made what she had to do even easier.
Summoning up her resolve, she spit in the Minister of Darkness' face. He released her and stumbled back.
She massaged her throat and croaked: "You don't care about me! I would rather die than go back to you!"
"Then die you shall!"
He began to beat her. He punched, kicked, slammed, and clotheslined Larissa over and over again. He exploded in an unfathomable rage, beating her mercilessly. But she did not fight back.
He grabbed her by the throat and held her to his face again. "You dare say I care nothing for you? You are a fool!"
He lifted her into the air by her neck and chokeslammed her to the mat with the force of a bomb. She was beyond pain. All she knew was that she did not want to move.
She heard struggling and swearing and could barely make out the Corporate Ministry holding Kane back and forcing him to watch as he struggled to free himself and attack the Cell once more.
The Minister of Darkness grabbed her by the wrist and lifted her to her feet. He twisted her arm, and with supernatural agility, climbed the turnbuckle. He stood on the top rops, her wrist twisted in his hand, and effortlessly walked onto the top rope.
"I never cared for you?"
Standing atop the rope like a demonic acrobat, he stared right into her eyes, and for just a moment, she saw the true Undertaker. "I have always loved you."
He leapt into the air, arm raised, preparing to club her across the neck...
The sound of shattering glass echoed in the arena.
The Undertaker whirled his head to look at the entrance ramp as he leapt, and suddenly Larissa noticed something. She could suddenly see his weakness. She suddenly knew exactly where to strike. She had been among the Ministry for so long, cloaked by darkness, that she had almost forgotten about her abilities. But suddenly she knew what to do.
As the Undertaker descended, she dropped down and kicked him in the knee. His legs were knocked out from under him, and he landed on his face as he came down.
Larissa turned, adrenaline pumping in her veins. The music of Stone Cold Steve Austin was pumping in the air, and he, the Rock, Mankind, the Union, and everyone else who had ever been wronged by either the Corporation or the Ministry of Darkness flooded ringside. Vince McMahon and Austin were embroiled in a brawl. Most of the others plunged into the Corporate Ministry, where Kane was freed and he, Jericho, and Michaels began to fight anew. Paul Bearer was flung from the entrance stage and to the floor below.
As the brawl spread to take up the entire arena, Larissa felt movement behind her and ducked just in time to avoid the Undertaker's right hand. She began to fight back, concentrating on the Undertaker's knees. She unloaded on him with a flurry of blows. Punches, kicks, backhands. She bounced off the ropes and took him off his feet. His darkness was gone, flushed away in a distraction. But hers was still there.
The battle raged, both in and out of the ring. Outside, the battle was turning, as the enemies of darkness pushed the Corporate Ministry back, with Kane leading the charge. And in the Cell itself, Larissa knew it was time.
With a heavy heart, she sidekicked the Undertaker in the gut, and while he was doubled over, gave him her Flying Backkick.
The Undertaker fell, and did not rise. She covered his shoulders, and the count rang out: 1...2...3.
But her victory did not last long... "ENOUGH!" shouted a high voice over the roar of the crowd. Paul Bearer had climbed back onto the entrance ramp, and was holding the legendary Urn igh in the air. For years, the Undertaker had drawn his power from that Urn, and Paul Bearer held it high.
The Undertaker simply sat up, like a zombie rising from the grave, and got to his feet. Larissa could no longer "see" him. He was full to bursting with the evil power.
"Finish her, Undertaker! End this! I command you to-"
"Silence." With a gesture, a bolt of pure force shot into Bearer, knocking him to the floor. "She is mine. You will not interfere."
The crowd stopped cheering. The entire arena grew silent, not knowing what to do as the Undertaker began to levitate.
He said nothing, just sent hundreds of tendrils of pure darkness at Larissa, each with the destructive power to tear her from her bones. Using what little she knew of her own abilities, she blocked his new attack. It was all she could do to put up a wall of darkness and block him, but he pressed the attack, forcing at the edges of her mind.
She began to float as well, and the crowd did now know what to make of the sight of the both of them floating in the center of the cell, locked in an epic struggle of pure dark power, their evil energies crackling and sparking against the metal of the cell.
Only one person knew what to do. Kane suddenly dashed forward and began to tear at the door to the cell again. And following him, Edge and Christian came forward too. But rather than stopping him, they began to help him pull at the door. Their leader, Gangrel, came forward and tried to pull them away, and in return, Edge and Christian simultaneously spun and punched the vampire warrior in the face, knocking him out. With that, they went back to trying to pry open the fencing.
A bolt of dark energy electrified the cell door, and the three of them let go of it abruptly. Edge and Christian looked frightened and frustrated, but Kane held them back for a moment, concentrated, and dark fire erupted from his hands, melting the door off its hinges. He had not avoided Paul Bearer's indoctrination as a child.
As the three of them rushed through the doorway for the ring, Larissa knew she had only one chance. She could feel the destructive powers of darkness penetrating her defenses, and looked across the ring to the man she loved. He was possesed by his evil power, madness the only thing visible. He was the Minister of Darkness. He was not human like this. And there was only one way to save him.
She looked at Kane as he began to enter the ring, and mouthed once again: "I'm sorry."
She dropped her defenses and lowered her shielding. And as the destructive power of pure evil rammed into her body, she shot every once of her power back at the source of it all: the Urn that lay forgotten on the entrance stage.
The Urn glowed black and shattered into a million pieces at nearly the same time as the explosion in the ring that sent Edge, Christian, and Kane flying.
The destruction settled. The quiet regined. And the Undertaker found himself alone in the ring, his head swimming. He looked for Larissa, but saw nothing inside te Cell but for a sooty stain on the canvas. He tried to reach out for her with his dark abilities, but found them to be weak, and he sensed nothing.
Before he knew what happened, he found himself being lifted into the air by the neck by his brother's hand. And he screamed at him "WHERE IS SHE!?!"
The Undertaker struggled to breathe, his enraged brother's hand clawing at his windpipe, and so he used as much of his power as he could muster and the Undertaker vanished.
Kane screamed again, looking around wildly until he saw the black stain on the canvas.
Edge and Christian came up behind him with stunned looks on their faces, saying nothing until Christian merely whispered: "Mistress..."
Kane screamed again, and the ring posts erupted with pillars of flame, their color the color of rage, as Kane's anguished cries echoed throughout the building.