Subject: The Wrath of the Reaper Wed Apr 16, 2014 6:19 am
The Undertaker walks methodically down the entrance ramp to begin the main event of Raw. His face cold and emotionless, his mind in a deep and dark place. Oddly enough, Paul Bearer and Kane were nowhere to be seen, but that could change in a moments notice. This extreme rules, falls count anywhere match was unexpected and not exactly wanted at this moment. It was too soon and perhaps that was the plan. Perhaps the management in the WCF hope to stomp out the blaze that the Ministry of Darkness had started and quickly before it became a raging inferno that couldn't be extinguished until everything was consumed.
If Undertaker could defeat Dean Ambrose or even just weaken him, perhaps he'd be unable to recover in time for Backlash for his title defense. The World Heavyweight Championship held little appeal for the phenom at this time and the Lord of Darkness was more than content to let his younger brother Kane pursue it. That said, should a championship reign come Undertakers way, he'd certainly accept it and become one of the most ruthless tyrants to have ever held a championship in WCF history. The Deadman grabs a mic and speaks in his low haunting voice. His thoughts and desires expressed.
"Dean Ambrose! You've brought this upon yourself! You could have had a long and happy championship reign by playing it safe. But after tonight, you've shown everyone that you're merely a pawn for The Rock, a tool to be used and then discarded. Tonight only The Undertaker will be leaving this ring, while your battered corpse will be picked clean by my creatures of the night."
"The Ministry of Darkness shall claim its first soul before the night is though and all will bare witness to the beginning of the end for the WCF! With you beaten and defeated Dean, The Rock will then only have lesser pawns to throw as us...like lambs to the slaughter! We are the rocks of the eternal shore. Crash against us and be broken!"
