The Undertaker

The time for repentance
Has truly begun
Enter the Grim Reaper

Understand that in this life,
Nothing and no one lasts forever, except
Death: absolute, everlasting
Eternal damnation for the wayward
Rats and hounds, rotting souls
Treasure your borrowed time on earth
Arrange your affairs, say your goodbyes
Know, feel, enjoy your last minutes, and
Enter the next world with The Reaper
Rest in peace

Ω


A part of 14 Days of The Deranged Writer (2025), and an acrostic poem dedicated to my favorite professional wrestler of all time, The Undertaker. Today, November 22, 2025, is the 35th anniversary of his WWE debut at Survivor Series.

Look back and celebrate The Deadman’s first appearance by watching the video below. Press play, and you will go straight to Ted DiBiase’s introduction. (But if that doesn’t happen, skip to the 2:30 mark.)

The Undertaker’s WWE debut at Survivor Series (1990).

Happiest 35th anniversary, Deadman!


Header image: WWE: Old School Raw (2013).

Updated on November 25, 2025.

XXXIV: The Hulk Hogan Question My Grandfather Frequently Asked

Usually, I would watch WWE alone, and I’m cool with it. Yes, I eventually found a few friends who watch WWE or pro wrestling in general (casual or a die-hard fan like me), but I also accepted a long time ago that pro wrestling is not everyone’s cup of tea.

Whenever I do watch pro wrestling with other people, it’s even better. One of my bonding moments with my Father would be watching clips of WWE (old or new) on YouTube. Sometimes, my Younger Brother (the Kane to my Undertaker) would watch with me, too. Recently, when I was watching the recent edition of Saturday Night’s Main Event, my Younger Brother was surprised to see Goldberg in action. (I told him it was his retirement match, and he was battling Gunther for the World Heavyweight Championship.)

But whenever I watch WWE with my lolo (Tagalog for “grandfather”), Lolo Ice, it’s a different situation—primarily because he doesn’t know it’s scripted, predetermined. If I did bring up the scripted fact to him, he would forget it, and he would still cheer for the faces (heroes) and jeer for the heels (villains)… and I love him for that. I can just enjoy watching the matches and moments with my lolo without analyzing them. This is why I called him my wrestling buddy.

And of all the times Lolo Ice and I watched any wrestling match or moment, he would always bring up one question about an important figure in pro wrestling, and I would always answer the same way.

Continue reading XXXIV: The Hulk Hogan Question My Grandfather Frequently Asked