Well, there she was 48, still single, a grown son, living in a town that had started to become a prison. There was absolutely no one there who she find to spend her life with. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her as far as she was concerned. Well, she was a bit on the heavy side, but that didn't bother her all that much. She had Dark Brown hair with a natural frost in it, big yellow eyes (like those of a cat), a very pleasant personality although you did not want to get her angry, and loved to go out and have a good time. By the way, her name is Margaret.
Margaret worked at the university. You would have thought that by now she would have met someone, but such was not the case. Most of the men were so wrapped up in themselves it wasn't worth the time. One of the things she liked to do most was surf the web. Every chance she got she would spend her free time surfing the web. It was during her lunch time that she found a unique website. This was one she had never seen before. It was a site that was mostly of women and dedicated to a wrestler. Now she did like wrestling (WWF to be a matter of fact). This site though was dedicated to one wrestler in particular - Undertaker. She was starting to like this site as he was her favorite wrestler. She joined this group named Moontribes.
A couple of days passed. While checking her email one day she noticed a lot of messages from people whom she did not know. When she checked they were from the members of Moontribes welcoming her to the site. Margaret was really surprised. She had never had this many people welcoming her at all. They made her feel at ease. She started chatting with them and found they were easy to talk to, fun loving, and loved to be risque at what they talked about - mainly Undertaker. She would laugh at some of the things they said, but also at the same time felt a kindred spirit for some of the problems they had experienced or were going through.
Talk had been going back and forth about a get together of the members at a wrestling show. There was one going to be in Memphis, TN, which was not too far from where she was. After some more talking, it was decided that those who could make it would meet in front of the Pyramid, and all would wear a shirt of some kind showing who they were. Margaret got her ticket early to be sure she would be there.
When the day finally arrived, she took off work early and drove to Memphis. After about an hour of trying to find a parking space, she finally found one about a couple of blocks from the Pyramid. She rushed over to find her fellow sisters. It was really crowded in front of the Pyramid. This was a major show, a Pay-Per-View, so everyone on TV would be seeing them. It
didn't take long to find them, everyone of them had on an Undertaker t-shirt. Well, Margaret hadn't had the chance to get one but nonetheless they knew who she was. It was mainly because she was carrying a sign saying "dedicated taker fan". Everyone was glad to be there, so they went in. As luck would have it, they were seated right behind the announcer's table.
The matches were under way. About half way through, who should make his appearance but Undertaker himself. He came over to the announcer's table and sat down. He commented on what he was going to do to Kane and the Big Show, with whom he had a score to settle. Margaret looked at him and couldn't believe just how sexy he was in person. The first thing you
noticed was the way he carried himself, with a kind of regal posture. Then when you started looking at him, you would see his long dark hair, which look so good on him it would make you scream. Then you saw his eyes, a beautiful piercing green. His build was out of sight. But when you heard his voice, a deep, resonating voice that just oozed sexuality, you wanted to just stay there, rooted to that spot just to listen to him forever.
This was how Margaret felt. She had seen pictures of him, but now she knew they did not do him justice. She got as many pictures of him sitting there as she could. After about 5 minutes or so he went to the back to get ready for his match - a four-man elimination match to see who would get the title.
For the rest of the night, the matches seemed long and drawn out, rather dull. Then came the time for the big event, the 4-man elimination match between Undertaker, Kane, Rock and the Big Show. Who ever was last standing in the ring would get the title. Rock came out first and did his routine. Then Kane came out. It was awesome to see him when he got in the ring and the fire came out of the ring posts. Then Big Show came out. The lights all of a sudden went out, you knew who was coming - Undertaker. When they played his theme all eyes were on the top of the ramp way. Then he appeared, dressed in black leather with just a hint of purple in it, smoke swirling around him, making it look like he was floating in the air.
He walked to the ring with a look saying "This is my arena, you are my subjects." The girls were going freaky when they saw him. Margaret couldn't do anything but stare at him. In all the years she had dated men, none had made such an impact on her as he had done that night.
The match lasted 15 minutes. The Rock was eliminated by Kane. Then Kane and Undertaker were going at each other. Big Show tried to interfere but Kane and Undertaker both put him out of the ring. Then it was Undertaker and Kane in the ring, going at each other. Just as he had promised, Undertaker was beating up on Kane. Kane though was holding his own. Then Kane missed when he tried to clothesline Undertaker, who caught Kane in a chokeslam. Then he did the tombstone on Kane and won. He held the belt up as if to say, "This is mine, and mine alone."
All of the girls went back stage to get autographs of the wrestlers, but mainly of Undertaker and Kane - since they liked the both of them. After getting their autographs, the girls decided to go to a local bar not too far from there to have a drink and get to know each other better.
The girls were seated in a table not too far from the entrance to the bar. It was a nice place to be, wasn't rowdy, just a nice place to go to have a drink and talk. They had been there about an hour or so when who should walk in but Undertaker himself. Their eyes just bugged wide open. To be in the same bar as Undertaker himself was almost too much. All they could do was stare. But one in particular was doing so, Margaret herself.