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You Con a man by the name of Alan to injure or even kill "The Undertaker." Brilliant.."The Undertaker," is already 2 minutes late..hopefully it was thanks to you. Your plan may have worked! Amazing...

..Or so you thought, "The Undertaker," arrives from backstage, 2 minutes late, unbruised, seemingly untouched. He walks in like there's a reasonable explanation for it, he briskly, casually walks towards the stage. "THE Undertakerr!" The man at the table announced. You were suddenly filled with a powerful instinct of fear at the sight. His hat covered the top of his head, straggly lines of hair trailed down to his shoulders, he wore a long black leather jacket and leather gloves that showed off his fingers to finish it off, he had a bare chest, revealing his muscly interior, and his tattoo on his stomach. He looked brutal. Of course, WWE was usually staged,everythign about it was, but apparently, this one was a 'Special Series', where real moves would be used, and connect, the springs underneath the platform were removed, and now, you could do whatever the hell you wanted. There was no backing out now. He pulled his jacket off. Glaring at you carefully, it was almost as if he was sensing your fear, fear is the best feeling to feel in battle for your opponent. But now wasn't the time, you're a fully grown adult male, with bulging muscles and trained to battle.

The crowd roared to life as The Undertaker hauled himself upon the stage, still staring with, what seemed like anger..that b***ard son of a b**** must've told him that it was you that had sent him before The Undertaker performed his PileDriver.

The referee set off the fight and the bell rung. The fight was commenced..

He went in for a grab but you resisted barely, and managed to get in a punch to his face before jabbing at his neck, which was parried anyway and you were lifted off the ground, your legs on his shoulders, he slammed you down, your back impacting against the stage. He let you go mercifully, usually it was used repetitively, but he let you recover. You stretched and writhed for a few moments, you looked up to see The man had disappeared. You looked around, your eyes darting, searching for any sign of him, you lifted your body, into a seating position, but before you could stand you were whacked in the face with a chair. Of course! He had gone down to retrieve a metal chair, then walked around the stage until he was behind you, climbed in and whacked you in the face with it. Right. This is a stupid idea, facing someone with way more experience than you, but aw well.

You were pushed with a big impact and you lay there, helpless, clutching your face, your nose is hurting badly, but at least it isn't broken, or bleeding. You were dragged to your feet, then shoved back down with haste. Now what?

Roll away and make a run for it.