Okay, so I was happily blogging my post of Naomi winning the Smackdown women's title when the Undertaker's music came on and I was distracted watching my favorite wrestler walk down the ramp.
Then something strange happened...the Undertaker loss at WrestleMania again....and my heart sank. I actually was on a date during the time, and was distracted on my phone...because my childhood hero left his signature hat and coat in the ring. I was so so sad as I felt a piece of my childhood died that night. To remedy that I had a lot of drinks because I knew WrestleMania would never be the same. I wanted to tell my date dude...the Undertaker retired...I'm depressed. Like when Kobe retired ya'll was sad, I didn't judge you.
The Undertaker...what can I say about him. When I was younger, and I stood out and I was a little different...I fell in love with the Undertaker. That is who he was. He was the person that worked his ass off and stood by himself with his own persona with his own originality. I spent my entire life rooting for the Undertaker as he was my hero. His commitment to the darkness to the mysteriousness shaped a lot of who I am today. Especially since the Undertaker debuted the same year I was born, 1990.
Honestly, I felt it coming as he decided to go back to his graveyard promo...as I was excited I could hear it in his voice. It was the end of the Undertaker.
However, nothing is better than the Undertaker's debut when I was just a little baby.
Royal Rumble 1994: Yokozuna/Undertaker casket... by Joe81425
However, my favorite thing about the Undertaker was his promos.
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