Afew months prior to this night,she had seen the ad, at wwf.com. Write what the decade of destruction meant to you. Have a chance to meet The Undertaker.Have your story read,by you,on a live taping of Raw.Shocked she couldn't believe it.Reading the ad several times before it sunk in.

So one night she sat down,deciding what the hell,give it a shot. But as she sat at the computer, her mind was a blank, what could she say. How could she explain what The undertaker,what the decade of destruction had meant to her. Sighing she was at a loss. Then she saw it. Raw playing in the background. Their it was, the tribute, to him, to the decade.Smiling she knew then. With a determined she turned back to the computer and began to type.In time calling upon her anything-undertaker sisters for help. She wanted to show, that he had affected more than just her, but others as well. As she finished it,she read it over one last time. Then with a quick touch of a key, it was gone. Her story off. As the weeks passed she had begun to forget about the contest, until that night she got a call.An assistant to Vince McMahon congratulating her on winning the contest.Stunned she just mumbled a few unintelligable words. The assistant, laughing reassuredly that yes she had won.That in two weeks time she would appear on now, walk the ramp and read her story aloud.The Undertaker then would join her and then they would leave together on the bike. As the arrangements were made, Prue was numb. She couldn't quite believe it. Until the tickets showed up.Until the call came.Not from him but from Sara, congratulating her, saying the story had touched them both. And they both looked forward to meeting her.

So that night,she packed,drove herself, and boarded the plan. As it touched down,she was greated by a few wwf staffers, helping her they explained what had happened. Did she still want to? Yes, she said. It was only right. So off they went. Arriving at the arena, she had the fortune to meet several of the wrestlers, each posing for a picture, signing an autograph, expressing themselves. Escorted out to the arena, she took her seat and watched and waited. As the dark matches ended,the tapings for heat began, she watched and waited.

Now the time had come. Standing up she headed back to the dressing area. Changing she slid the garments on. Her heart about to burst, to break.Seeing Kane, she smiled, he nodded, and waited. He would escort her.

As his music cued they walked out.Climbing the steps, she barely heard the announcer explaining what was too happen. Kane lifted the ropes, she climbed through. Her body wearing head to toe taker stuff. Hat, gloves, pants, t-shirt. In her hand she held what she had written. Nervously she took the mic, and smiled. Her face with a look of fear. Bringing the mic up she began.

"Good Evening ladies and gentlemen,as you know,I am the winner of the Decade of Destruction contest. I was invited here tonight to read my entry." She said, looking around,she watched as the rest of the wwf roster, encircled the ring.Relaxing she smiled again. "I guess I should start.I don't want Vinnie's ratings to drop." With this a laugh echoed out.Looking down,she began to read.

"You see, I saw that ad.I couldn't believe it. Explain what the Decade of Destruction meant to me.How could? What could I say, that hasn't already been said. I can say I remember my first time seeing The Undertaker. The excitement of seeing him, of his eye's how they burned with such dark intensity that I was pulled in, that what he was, whoever he was, I was already hooked and that I would be a fan for as long or as short as his stay was. Well you see it's now ten years,no wait, 11 now, since I first saw him. I still feel the same,the eye's pulling me. The love of the business seen in him. He has earned my respect, my love and has given me the chance to meet some wonderful women because he came into all our lives that night. You wonder what I mean? You see I belong to this group, its affectionately called Anything-Undertaker. All of us a fan of the deadman, and of course we all have our own side things or husbands as we called them. Mine would be Benoit. Yes I am admitting this. Why not? I still am devoted to Taker, now and forever. Yet I babble in my writing. I have asked my sisters, to express their feelings.I asked what would you say to him, if you had the chance to really meet him? And here is what they said.

Lady B would say - Well, the first thing I would ask him is when can we spend some time together? Can we get married? I'll be his slave! I'll have his children! Wow! Wouldn't it be something if he said, "Let's go". But seriously, I think I would ask him what he plans on doing once he is done with wrestling. Like will he go back into sports (like basketball) or will he continue in some capacity in wrestling." Something we all wish for.

Anne would say - "If I had a chance to meet undertakerIi would say that he has a nice body and for a man of his height, can kick some major ass!" That is what most of think, but would never say to his face.

Jody would say - "I think I would tell him thank you for the years of entertainment, about all of the wonderful ladies I have met because of our love for him, and finish it up with oh, yeah, and you have a nice ass in those leathers, and ask if he ever went naked under the robe".

Sandra would say - "If I had the chance to meet the Undertaker, I would ask him for an interview and to ask him to talk to me about his career, his work, his life on the road and his future. And lest we forget, we all wonder about his life and his future." So long we have wondered and I know Sandra would get it out of him.

And that brings me to my last sister, Lady Cat. Lady Cat would say - "I think the one thing I would want to do is thank him for everything he has been to me as a fan and to everyone that has ever watched him. To let him know that he will be missed and that whatever life holds for him, I wish him the best". Ah Margaret always the mushy one.

Smiling for a second,Prue then continued on.Her eye's starting to well up with emotion. "If you would all please direct your attention to the titantron." Looking up tears, streaked down. Nerves most thought. Then video images began to play, "My Scarifice" by Creed echoed out. Takers voice heard. The video from weeks ago playing. As it ended the crowd was wild, rowdy, excited at was too happen next.

As they waited, no roar came. No lights flickered. Only the house lights coming up, now standing beside Prue was Vince Mcmahon, his face stunned, white as a sheet. Prue her eye's closed. Vince placing a hand to her shoulder. Taking the mic, he paused for the moment. "It is with my deepest reget and saddness to report that earlier today, while on their way to the arena, The Undertaker and Sarah's car was broadsided by a truck. Tonight we have lost Our concious. Our heart. Help me all by honoring the memory of the Undertaker, by rising and allowing Miss Masters to finish her story."

With a solemn look they all rose. Prue's eyes still closed. Her heart broken. Never had she thought this would turn into a memorial for him. Taking the mic, she didn't even look at the paper.

"And in closing what more can I say.I can say you have changed my life, allowed glimpses into a darkness that was not scary but somehow comforting,because of you. You allowed women of different, races, creeds, colors, cities, interests to come together, because of one being. The Undertaker. Our repsect is endless, our devotion the same. May the day come where we all meet you. And if I win this contest, I am gonna make damn sure you know how much you mean to us. Thank you."

Dropping the mic, Prue stood there. Her face, at ease. Her heart broken but filled with a joy, a comforting darkness that only he could bring. Silently she made her way from the ring,hugs by the others who had joined them. As she stopped at the top of the ramp she stopped thrust her fist into the air,then surprising everyone turned, pounded her fist to her chest, mouthing the words. "Thank You Undertaker."

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