Growing up, Monday Night Raw and Smackdown were the highlights of the week. Since we did not have a TV, I used to shamelessly and consistently show up at our neighbor’s house on Tuesday and Sunday evening and sit comfortably to watch WWE.
This habit embarrassed my mum for so long until she had to buy a red Greatwall TV through hire purchase. I remember, I was in class six.
Now, one of the most iconic wrestling superstars was the Undertaker.
His entrance used to spend chills down my spine. And whenever he fought, he would be knocked down, and then when you write him off, he would “rise from the dead”.
He had this eerily presence. He would show up in a casket, get buried alive and still rise from the dead and win matches. Of course, at that age, we didn’t know that WWE is a scripted show. So, we bought the acts hook, line and sinker.
Even now when I watch YouTube videos of the undertaker, his dead man antics still gives me goosebumps.
There were many wrestlers in the WWE, but few of them are as memorable as the undertaker.
He embraced our fears, darkness and fantasies.
So, why did Mark Calaway show up in a casket, embalm bodies, bury his opponents, get buried alive and rise from the dead?
Well, because he was the undertaker. He was the dead man. He was the grim reaper. He was the lord of the darkness. The demon of Death Valley.
He was not trying to be the undertaker; he was the undertaker.
You see, once we have an identity, everything else falls in place.
One does not run every day to become a runner. He runs every day because he is a runner.
We don’t “try” to do whatever we do.
We do whatever we do, because that’s who we are.
Life is life
Fabio