You could tell World Incorporated Wrestling was in town. The word was all around the city; through posters, television commercials, and mere word of mouth. Wrestlemania was soon, and in order for the superstars to reach it, they had to stop in London. The electricity was impossible to place as fans scurried this way and that trying to find where the wrestlers and divas were staying, hoping, praying and pleading for the chance to meet their favorites. Fortunate enough for being overseas, the superstars were staying mainly at one hotel and a select few fans had been able to find it.

It was cold, rainy, and dark, one night previous to the Meltdown taking place the next evening; the last Meltdown before Wrestlemania. Fans who were privileged enough to have hotel keys and to be staying at the hotel gathered inside in the lobby, trying to not look attentive to the front doors when superstars would enter on occasion. It was almost 9:00 in the evening when a slick black SUV pulled up to the hotel doors and came to a stop. WIW supporters outside held close together and kept close attention, waiting to see who had just arrived.

Murmurs started to form as the door opened to reveal the driver to be none other than legend and superstar The Undertaker, who had recently returned himself. A few brave fans gave pleads for photographs and autographs but in response he only snapped a look of irritation before shutting the door and walking around to the other side. Unexpectedly, the passenger’s door quickly opened and the fans heard the sound of feet smacking against the pavement. Spectators tried to see who it was past the chunk of parked car. A person of a much smaller frame stood there, standing so close to The Undertaker. Taker’s stance gave them a lot to work with; his body language identified protection, intensity, and perhaps even caring? These words were rare to describe Taker’s body language and fans tried to snap photographs of it.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Put the damn cameras away before I shove them down your throats.

His words were sinister and sincere and his eyes showed the truth behind them. A small hand made it to his neck to bring his attention back to the figure before him and he gave a small nod before both of them made it through the revolving doors, leaving the car to the disposal of the hotel staff.

Together the two entered the hotel, the figure now hooded in a black sweatshirt; it wasn’t hard to hide them with Taker’s massive frame. It was obvious they had been there before due to the lack of luggage and the fact that they proceeded past the front lobby’s desk. They made it safely toward the elevators, without being caught by any intruding fans. The elevator doors slid open without difficulty and in they stepped. Just as the elevator’s closed shut, the figure removed their hood; her hair frizzy from the rain but makeup still perfect. A few fan attempted to snap the photo, but it simply couldn’t be captured.

Sara Calaway.