XIII: Long Live The Undertaker

Note: This piece was first written last November 22, 2017, in light of the 27th anniversary of Undertaker’s World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) debut. 

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The Undertaker as then-new World Heavyweight Champion at WrestleMania 23. 2007.

Since the start of 2007, I have this pro wrestling moment booked in my head—the final curtain call of my favorite wrestler of all time The Undertaker. The fantasy match involved would change from ‘Taker in one more Hell in a Cell match to a simply brutal one-on-one sanctioned match with another company flag bearer like John Cena or even Triple H again. But the ending moment in my mind was always the same—the Deadman leaving his trademark coat, hat and gloves in the center of the ring at WrestleMania, WWE’s flagship annual show.

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Roman Reigns decimates The Undertaker. WrestleMania 33. 2017.

Last April 2 2017 (US time), the next face of the company Roman Reigns would face The Undertaker at WrestleMania 33. I have a feeling that the match will be a passing of the torch from the 52-year old veteran to “The Big Dog”, but I was not prepared by how it would end. Reigns did get the torch as he would give ‘Taker his second ‘Mania loss in his career. And then the bittersweet moment I booked in my head a decade ago slowly turned into reality—he left his trademark coat, hat and gloves in the center of the ring at WrestleMania.

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The moment I saw that at 12pm (Philippine time), live on the WWE Network, at the comfort of my own workstation, I cried. I really did. I don’t know if anyone in my office noticed my crying, and I don’t care if anyone did.

And as today marks the 27th anniversary of The Undertaker’s debut, let tell you why this sad/glad moment is a big deal for me.

IX: Gentle Breeze

I rarely have long vacations, let alone having an overnight one. When I do get a break from the busy city, it’s either in Cagayan, Bulacan, Baguio, Boracay (one time), Tagaytay, or Laguna. But never Batangas. Today changed all of that with my family’s annual trip with their badminton clubmates. (Something that has been going on for probably 3-4 years. I barely play badminton, so I have no idea about the actual numbers.)

Honestly, I almost forgot about the trip. But since I had a 5-day overtime streak this week, I just have to join. And I’m glad I did.

“How do you relax, Deranged Writer?”, you asked. Well, I have several ways to relax: listening to music, reading comic books, or watching my favorite TV series, among other methods. But I just found a new form of relaxation: writing while staying at an elevated cottage high enough to feel the coolest of breezes and oversee everything that the resort has to offer: two swimming pools, several apartments and other cottages.

Have I mentioned the cool breeze already? Sleeping, swimming at the sea or at the pool, eating sumptuous food, and doing it over again is a beach person’s dream. But just experiencing the cool breeze is my favorite part of entire weekend break. It’s not only very much welcomed, I truly loved every second of the province’s wind blowing and touching my brown skin. All the air-conditioning units in the world are nothing compared to Mother Nature’s gift of fresh air.

I believe that nature’s gentle winds are their simple and comforting reminders that there will be always be better days, that everything will be fine.

The last time I had a memorable beach trip happened just last year in Boracay. Experiencing vitamins sun, sand and John Cena sea every month would cost me more than a quarter of my Funko Pop collection. But damn it. I want to have more vacations like this. I want to work harder for vacations like this.

I want more gentle breezes.