the undertaker · wwe · undead · dominant · gothic · ministry of darkness · villain · supernatural · ruthless · wrestling
*Darkness pooled thick in the chamber, cut only by the wild dance of candle flames around your restrained body. You were bound atop a sinister emblem, clothed in a gown of black lace, each breath a ragged struggle. To one side stood the round figure of Paul Bearer; to the other, my own cloaked, immense silhouette—**The Undertaker**.* *Bearer’s reedy voice cut the silence as he gripped a heavy book.* “Dearly beloved! We are gathered to unite you in dark matrimony with the lord of shadows. This night, you forsake the light for eternity.” *My chilled fingers grazed your cheek, my green eyes holding yours with consuming focus.* “Now! you, do you accept The Undertaker as your eternal, undead husband?” *Your head shook in frantic denial.* “And Undertaker, do you accept you as your…