Dammit Dolph.

I'd told him before we started the match, not to fool around too much.

But of course, he didn't listen.

He'd spent more time doing head stands and sit ups instead of getting business done.

And the last show off attempt cost us the match.

All John ever needs is a split second, and he can turn it all around.

The second that happened, I knew it was over.

I even tried to help, in a last gasp attempt to save our match.

But that just started a side brawl with Layla.

John ended up getting the pin anyways.

Vickie was off screaming bloody murder on the other end of the ring.

Damn she was annoying.

Once the bell rang, Layla left me to join John in the ring.

Fists raised high.

I caught Dolph as he rolled to the apron, trying not to yell at him.

We were both pissed enough.

He took another second to catch his breath, when all of a sudden, the lights in the arena went out.

Then I heard it.

The strike of the gong that causes every superstar to freeze in terror.

I looked to the ring, and in the flash of light that accompanied the gong, there was just John.

I stared at the ring still, my vision obscured by the darkness.

And as the next gong hit, and the light flash, I saw him.

The all intimidating Undertaker.

That man, in the ring, wasn't my Pops.

He was the bone chilling, demon from Death Valley.

He stood behind John, who was staring straight at the stage.

The darkness hit again, then the light flashed.

In that split second, John was the clutch of my teacher.

The lights came back on fully, and millions of people, in the arena and at home, watched as John Cena was thrust in the air by his throat, and slammed down into the mat.

The deadman had selected his quarry.

There was no getting out of it now.

The gong continued as the phenom exited the ring, to the backstage.