An older fat gentleman walks toward you in the cold dead of night. You don't think much of it but you are alarmed significantly when a shiny object catches your eye. You peer down hastily to see an urn. What do you make of this item? Before long the obese pint-sized gent bellows at the top of his lungs.

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" He screams. You panic, what the fuck is this guy upto? Before you know it flames engulf you and it renders you motionless. You yell at the top of your lungs but nobody is coming, nobody gives a shit about you. Your world comes crashing down all around you and as you take your last breath you look up, standing there is The Undertaker! The demon from death valley himself has risen to claim your soul for his urn. His tongue jets out his mouth in an ungodly fashion as he braces on one knee.

This is the end.

As the rotund beefcake and the Undertaker leave with your ashes safely tucked in the urn, they crack a smile at one another.

Ladies and gentleman, this is a sign of things to come, I will personally put each and every single one of you in my urn so watch the fuck out. Some of you think I was dead but OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I am back. Nobody will stand in my way and I mean NOBODY.

I will take my leave now. I will be back. I have numerous tales of popping people in urns. I hope the next one isn't you. Na it probably won't be....will it?

Why am I in this dark, secluded area? My heart pounds, and I hear the chatter of my own teeth as the cold grips me. Soon the fat man with the jet-black hair appears on the horizon. I know who he is, but I don't know why he is here. Why would he want my soul for the Undertaker? I have supported his Undertaker with many different ways. And I have always been close to the darkness. Then the ground opens up and the Undertaker arises with his hands outstretched. I felt him begin to try to take my soul. But soon, BOOM! I hear flames explode and then I see Kane on out of the corner of my eye. What the heck is going on here? I am well versed on the battles between these three men, but why would I be caught in the middle of it? .......

I watch on wide mouthed as the devils favourite demon throws a right at the phenom. This has the makings of an absolute slobberknocker. Flames surround me, forcing on my backside. I watch on as blows are exchanged before the grizzly hand of Kane clasps around Undertakers neck. He chokeslams him into oblivion, I can't believe my eyes.

Is this the end for the deadman?