Last night, a piece of my childhood exited the ring, the Undertaker retired. As an avid wrestling fan throughout my early years, I remember watching every Wrestlemania and waiting to see the Undertaker retain his streak. Over the years, we have all watched him weaken in strength while maintaining the same strong spirit and love he has always had for his sport. His loss to Brock Lesnar, which ended his streak, was heartbreaking to watch but it did show that time was closing in on him. Last night, I watched as Undertaker essentially gave his last show, but in a way let us know, through Roman Regins defeat, that it was time for him to go and stop fighting. As sad as this makes me feel, I also know that it is time to accept that he has put in all he has got and now he must rest. My heart broke as I saw him take off his gloves, cloak, and hat and lay them to rest in the ring. While this is goodbye to the Deadman, this is also a time to thank him for his years and contributions to Wrestling entertainment. I will always remember being mesmerized while watching him excel at his sport.
Thank you Undertaker. May your gimmick rest in Peace.