Wrestlemania XXX. A packed house of over seventy thousand fans. Each and every one of those fans were going apeshit. Because they knew that the next match would make history, no matter who won or lost.

The competitors. One had been in the business for two decades. Held numerous championships and had many historic feuds. He'd main evented this very event man times, and every single time he'd been victorious. Twenty and Oh.

His opponent. A young up and coming superstar who'd made a name out of destroying legends. He hadn't even been to Wrestlemania before, but that whole year prior he feuded with Triple H. He feuded with Shawn Michaels. He even feuded with Brock Lesnar over who would face this guy for his streak. Needless to say, he was victorious.

Streak vs. Legacy.

Ding ding ding

The bell rang thrice as Justin Roberts began his announcements.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is The Streak versus Legacy match!"

Thousands of excited fans cheered as this was announced and a barbed wire laced Hell in a Cell structure began to lower from the ceiling. This Cell was different. Not only was there the chain mesh of the cage to contend with, but laced through the chain link was barbed wire. Yards upon yards of it. Michael Cole remarked...

"Look at that hellacious structure."

To which JBL replied...

"...I'm a little bit concerned here, Cole. Both these guys are tough as nails. I've ol' Mean Mark for years, but I wonder if he can even survive such a match! Especially against a Beast like Winters!"

An uneasy feeling in the arena indeed. But of course; there would be. It was understandable.

"Introducing first..."

Let me start by saying that this was a Wrestlemania match. This was a HUGE deal. So the lights dimmed to total blackness and "I Won't Stop Till I See Blood" by C-Murder hit on the PA system.

"One two...he's coming for you..."

Thousands of glowing red eyes begin appearing in the audience, blinkong. The sets of animalistic eyes begin advancing toward the ring, the sounds of growling and howls heard as they do. They circle the cage like like a pack of wild dogs, the music continuing to play. The fans cheering loudly.

"What a creepy feeling. I hope those things don't come over here!"

Suddenly...blackness again.

Bam! Flames explode from the stage as "Seek and Destroy" by Primal Fear hits the speakers. Romulus WALKS out through the flames and pounds his chest three times with a loud roar. He storms down the ramp this time, circling the cage like a predator stalking it's prey, shaking the cage Ultimate Warrior style. Blood dripping down. But does he look like he gives a fuck?

"Oh my god, this guy is insane! Look at him, just pulling that cage door open like it's nothing!"

Winters stormed the turnbuckles, throwing his arms in the air at each one. He hopped down and threw one arm in the air, flames erupting behind him. Then he shucked and jived from side to side as Roberts announced him.

"He's gonna end up catching this place on fire. The Authority would NOT be happy with that!"

"Somehow I doubt he cares, JBL."

GONG!

The fans go wild for a man who needs no introduction. The lights turn blue as mist fills the arena.

GONG!

Shot of Winters who bared his elongated canines as black birds began landing on the guardrails leading to the ring. Winters places his hands on his waist and smirks, showing no fear.

GONG!

Druids lined the ramp, each one holding a lit torch as Undertaker's original theme music played. They made a slow procession as they did, as if a funeral. They turn, and face each other. Each one making an arch.

"Now THAT sends chills up my spine..."

"The dead man is comin' Cole!" Probably for his last time though!"

And then...the most Bad Ass Undertaker theme ever played as flames licked the giant stage. The crowd reached a deafening level of cheers as Taker rose from the stage, like a demon from hell itself. He slowly made his way through the archway of fire. Each Druid bows their head in respect. Winters stands in the ring, chomping at the bits.

"The Beast of Berlin isn't effected by Taker's mind games at all."

"I...I...I'm not sure what to think of this. He's just locking the blood from his hands and smiling!"

"That's one sick, sadistic individual."

Undertaker ascends the stairs and bows his head, then raises his arms into the air. Thunder crackles and Romulus jumps the slightest bit, but then begins pacing a bit. He motions for Taker to step into the ring, and gets his wish. Taker removes his long black coat...the two meet center ring.

Face to face with a legend, Romulus stares him straight in the eyes. Only looking up slightly. The referee explains the rules, and that is that there are no rules. Only that you pin your opponent or make them submit.

DING!

As the bell rang, the two men circled one another. Romulus didn't make a move. Neither did Taker. Until...

"The Beast lunges at Taker! Taker ducks!"

"We goin' a clubberin'!"

The Beast felt the full brunt of one of the best pure strikers in the business, and came right back with his own hard left hands. He bulldozed Taker into the corner. No referee break, obviously. Taker counters wuth a hard knee to the midsection and knocks the breath out of The Beast of Berlin.

"That ornery Undertaker's got plenty of tricks up his sleeve."

"Clubbing blows to the back by Taker!"

Romulus pushes off with his legs and drives his massive shoulder into Taker's midsection. Another. And Another. Elbow to the temple. He brutalizes Taker in the corner until Taker spins him around and lays into his midsection with a barrage of punches followed by a hard right hand to the jaw.

"Taker's looking at the top of his form against the young stallion from Berlin here."

"Old school!"

He twists the arm of Romulus, the left one, and climbs to the top rope. He's walking the rope and comes off, driving his hambone like fist into the shoulder of the Beast.

"Vintage UNDERTAKER!" Running DDT!"

First cover of the match.

1..

Almost not even a one count as Romulus kicks out with authority, and comes up swinging. He catches Taker with a huge left hand to the midsection, doubling him over. He then bounces off the ropes and drives his shoulder into Taker, knocking him down, pinning him. Not even a one count. The Taker sat up and Romulus kicked him in the chest. He sat up again and went to his knees. Throat thrust!

"He stunned him with that shot, Cole! The Dead Man's up to his feet now, Cole!"

He whips Romulus into the ropes and does the vaunted flipping clothesline, knocking his fellow big man down. He pulls him up from the mat and thevfans explode as he scoop slams Romulus back down. The fans begin to chant.

Under-taker

Under-taker

Under-taker

He goes for the elbow drop. Romulus rolls out of the way.

'"He sits up! Both men are back to their feet!"

Romukus was quick on the attack as he kicked Taker in the knee, doubling him over. He quickly follows it up, thrusting the Undertaker's head between his leg. He doesn't do all the theatrics as the fans scream. He flips him up and...

"Final solution! The Streak is over that quick!"



1...

2...

NO! JUST TWO!

Romulus looks down at Taker with a bit of frustration in his eyes. He simply shakes his head and lays into the Dead Man with left hands.

"Do anything you can Romulus, but down let that man get up. You gotta take it to a man like Undertaker if you wanna break the streak."


"We've seen the Final Solution put down many a superstar. The only other person who's ever kicked out of it was Cena, but it's not suprising to see Taker kick out John."

He drags Taker over toward the ropes and rolls to the outside. He pulls him headfirst under the bottom rope and buries and elbow into the forehead of the Deadman.

"Romulus...he's..."

"He's trying to use one of Taker's own moves against him!"

He extends his leg and drops...

"No one home! God, that had to hurt his leg!"

Undertaker slides under the bottom rope and hits a hurt Romulus with a hard uppercut, knocking him backwards. Then he grabs the back of the youngster's head and slams him head first into the barbed wire. The Beast roars loudly as Taker grinds his face into the steel, blood beginning to trickle down from a few abrasions. He powered back and headbutted Taker, both giant's falling to one knee with Romulus wiping blood from his eyes.

"Oh my god, Winters is donning that Crimson mask. This could work in the veterans favor!"

Taker repeatedly rains punches down into the cuts, the crowd ince again going wild and cheering for him. Sliding him into the ring, then picking him up on his shoulder. He runs toward the corner and drops Winters onto the top turnbuckle...

"Snake eyes!"

Taker bounces off the ropes and...

"Vintage Undertaker!"

"You know what's coming next!"

The Dead Man extends his arm backwards and waited for Romulus to stand, then slaps that huge hand around his throat. He lifts The Beast of Berlin and slams him to the mat. He pins, hooking the leg.

1...

2...

2 and a Half...

KICKOUT!

Taker isn't suprised as Winters thrusts a shoulder up. He stands up and the fans go crazy as he runs his thumb across his throat, baring his teeth. As Romulus stands, Taker scoops him up...

"The Demon from Death Valley looking to end this one!"

Romulus kicks his legs and lands on his feet behind Taker who turns around right into..

"The Execution! Did you see his eyes roll back in his head?!"

Romulus hooks the leg as he drops, mocking a prone Undertaker by lolling out his tongue and rolling his eyes back in his head.

1...

2...

2 and a half..

2 and three quarters

KICK OUT!!!

The crowd sits wild once more as Romulus sits up on his knees, eyes wide. His claws running through his black hair, he curses the Dead Man. Takers sits up!

Fast Forward Ten Minutes

"This is a dangerous spot for these two men to be, John. We've seen careers ended in this structure!"

"These guys have given it their all though, Cole. They can barely stand!"

It's true. The two men have given it their all and the fans have developed alot of respect for Romulus, and even more respect for The Dead Man. In ten minutes both men have delivered at least a finisher to the other. They stattagger near the top cage door. Undertaker slaps his hand around Romukus' throat.

"OH MY GOD! THIS..."

"Look look look! Reversal! Final Solution through the top of the cage! They both went through!!!"


Holy Shit

Holy Shit

Holy Shit!

Romulus barely stirs except to drape his arm over the chest of the Dead Man. The referee slowly and reluctantly drops to make the count.

1............










2............








3!!!!!

There is music for a moment but then complete silence as neither man moves. The ring is covered in blood as is both men. The streak is dead at the hands of the Beast of Berlin. But neither man moves for the longest time which feels like forever to everyone watching. Finally...

"Unbelievable!"

"They're standing up like MEN Cole! Something you wouldn't know anything about. "

For a moment Taker stares at Romulus, who braces himself on the ropes to stand. Finally, he moves over and raises the hand of his usurper, the fans exploding as "Seek and Destroy" by Primal Fear blasts on the PA. The closing shot of Wrestlemania XXX features both men, bruised and batteree. Bloodied and beaten. But the true Beast stands tall beside his idol in this alternate timeline.

The End

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