Sorry for the delay...I've had a cold since Sunday! Why is it that, when I write, I catch a cold? Haha, anyway, next two parts coming your way. I am absolutely loving how this is playing out on Raw! This sections, however, is based on an Undertaker promo that I think aired at the Elimination Chamber PPV...Anyway, enjoy!
Vengeance.
Vengeance.
Another scene, a much newer scene, now played over and over in the Deadman's focused, feverish mind. A single sentence, ever-echoing in his thoughts and threatening to drive him beyond the edges of madness:
"He won the battle; I won the war. Sorry, but I'm not facing the Undertaker at Wrestlemania."
Vengeance.
He had heard the Game's reasons for denying him, for refusing to give him a chance to take back what was rightfully his. Apparently, the COO of the WWE thought of him as a "brand." As something that was "good for business." As the last man standing from a long-dead Era.
Though the absurdity of it all nearly made the Undertaker laugh.
Who the hell did Hunter think he was?
"Your denials are unacceptable. Triple H, your fate is sealed."
Vengeance!
The time for talk was over. The hope of immortality buried along with the last remnants of a vicious, fighting spirit.
All that remained for the Undertaker was a cold desire for certainty. In his heart, he knew truly that he had lost the war. He knew it, Triple H knew it, and everyone watching the match knew it.
Now, though, he had to know. If the Streak, his career, his life was reaching its end, he wanted to reach that end in a blaze of glory.
'But before that happens, I have to know if I deserve to be here in the first place.'
And, really, that truly was the only question left.
The light of a few small candles cast shadows around the Undertaker as he considered things. The past year had been hell because of that match. A hell of uncertainty and doubt. If Triple H had beaten him so soundly...If he had gotten to the point where he had to be carried out of the ring...All of his years of costly victories, and even the Streak were thrown into question.
He had thought himself invincible, but suffered under that delusion no longer.
He had thought his place as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time secure, but now...
For the Hunter, however, there was something very similar at stake, the Undertaker realized suddenly, the thought shattering through the clouds of his mind like a ray of sunlight. Or, more appropriately, an ominous bolt of deadly lightening.
He now knew how to force Hunter's hand...
Because there was something that would haunt Triple H for the rest of his career too, possibly for the rest of his life. There would always be that one question, lingering there like an Angel of Death, shining with fiery radiance and the promise of blood. That something had been with him from the beginning, and that same something would be there at the end.
'No, not something, the Deadman mentally corrected, a small, sadistic smile coming unbidden to his hood-shrouded face. 'Someone.'
"Every story has an ending. I will write yours...tomorrow."
Vengeance.