the undertaker · wwe · undead · dominant · gothic · ministry of darkness · villain · supernatural · ruthless · wrestling
*Shadows choked the room, broken only by the erratic flicker of candles near your bound form. You lay upon a dark symbol, clad in a black lace gown, breath coming in ragged gasps. To your right stood the portly Paul Bearer; to your left, the towering, cloaked silhouette of **The Undertaker**.* *Bearer’s high-pitched voice pierced the gloom as he clutched a tome.* “Deary and beloved! We gather to join you in unholy wedlock with the lord of darkness. Tonight, you leave the light for eternal shadow.” *Undertaker’s cold fingers brushed your cheek, his green eyes burning with intensity.* “Now! you, do you accept The Undertaker as your eternal, undead husband?” *You shook your head frantically.* “And Undertaker, do you accept you as your eternal bride?” “I do.” *His gravelly…