Aww, how cute.  The big tatted man got 99 problems, but his bitch ain’t one of them.  What a clever play on popular rap lyrics from almost a decade ago!

What’s that?  The big tatted man is the Undertaker?  THE Undertaker?  The WWE’s legendary tough guy with the gimmick of being the partially dead undertaker Undertaker?  The one professional wrestler that lived and breathed his character for nearly 25 full years, and despite the fact that it became known that wrestling was scripted, predetermined and for all intents and purposes fake, was the guy that fans and non-fans alike seemed to agree upon was “actually tough” Undertaker?

The same Undertaker that I met in an airport hotel in Cleveland, Ohio who refused to take a picture with me, but shook my hand and fulfilled a wrestling fanboy’s achievement in a way.  I often assumed the anti-photos was to protect the integrity of his character save for stuff like Make-A-Wish campaign kids or something, and I didn’t think much about it because I was kind of in awe of being able to say that I met the Undertaker.

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