Cory Everson vs the Undertaker

Cory Everson vs the Undertaker

Having taken a few days to rest her body after her match with Kiana, Cory was ready to jump back into the fray. Her next challenge came in the form of the Undertaker. She had seen him compete in the ring several times, he was a forced to be reckoned with. She ought to have rejected his offer, but she wasn’t one to back down from a fight. Having been a champion bodybuilder, Cory was no stranger to tough competition. As they stood talking in the hallway, Cory shook the Undertaker’s hands. “It’s an honor to have the chance to wrestle you.

The Undertaker towered over Cory he stared down at her and smirked. “Will you be saying that when I stuff you into the casket.”

Cory stepped back, she raised her fist up to her chest. “I’m more than capable of beating you. You’re in the fight of your life.”

Undertaker just stood there, an amused grin on his face; he took a giant step towards her. Before she could react, he grabbed her throat and shoved her up against the wall. Cory stared wide eyed at him, too shocked to speak. “I’ve decided that we’re going to have a casket match, if you back out I will find you.” Undertaker drew back releasing Cory’s throat, he turned and walked down the hall to his dressing room.

Cory watched him leave, as soon as he turned the corner she dropped to her knees, she broke out in a cold sweat.

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Cory walked out onto the entrance stage to a massive pop dressed in gold bikini, her legs trembled with each step she took, she took a deep breath and raised her fists in the air, she sprinted down the ramp high-fiving the fans. She rolled into the ring, she froze when she spotted the casket sitting on the rolling stand along the western side of the floor. Shaking her head, Cory forced a smile and strutted around the ring flexing her arms. Ref Monica Brant motions for Cory tio join her in the center of the ring. Cory walks up beside Monica and crosses her arms, she staring silently as the stage.

The arena goes dark, a soft blue strobing glow lights up the entrance stage, a thick fog pours out of the floor vents obscuring the entrance. The Undertaker emerges from the fog, Kiana holding his hand. He’s dressed in a heavy black robe, hood drawn low over his face, he stands at the head of the ramp, and Kiana carries the urn in the crook of her right arm. The fog dissipates as the lights fully brighten; they strut slowly down the ramp. Kiana grins at Cory.

Cory stands with her hands on her hips, she glares at Kiana, her lips quivering with rage. “She has no business out here ref.”

Monica shrugs. “Don’t look at me, it’s none of my business what she does.”

Undertaker climbs the ring steps and paces the apron, he pushes down on the middle rope, Kiana sets the urn down and the apron and climbs through the ropes. Undertaker steps over the top rope, he walks to the center of the ring.

“Get out of her, Kiana. This isn’t your fight.” Cory clenched and unclenched her fists.

Kiana circles Cory looking her up and down; she stops in front of Cory and taps her on the chest. “I’m not the one you should be worried about; I’m just here to cheer my new squeeze. I’m glad you’re fully recovered from our match, but it won’t make a difference because my Taker is going to destroy you.”

Cory reaches out to grab Kiana, Undertaker steps between them and glares icily at Cory, Cory steps back, Taker stretches his arms out at his sides., Kiana pulls off his robe ,she kisses him on the lips. “Don’t hold back too much, Taker baby, she’s tougher than she looks.”

Taker nods, Kiana rolls out the ring and props her elbows on the apron, Taker stares down at Cory, an evil gleam in his eyes, Cory stares up at him, her lips quivering and her knees trembling, she inhales deeply and offers taker her hand. “May the best fighter win.”

Taker returns her handshake and grins. “I intend to.” Cory tugs at her hand, Taker squeezes her hand tightly, Cory winces, Taker releases her hand, and she scowls. Monica calls for the bell and hastily retreats to the ringside floor, not wanting to get caught between the two of them.

Cory and Taker circle one another, they grab each other in a collar and elbow tie up. Taker grins and shoves Cory onto her rear. Cory leaps to her feet and unloads a series of knife edged chops to Taker’s chest, driving him back towards the ropes. Taker bounces off the ropes and lands a Big Boot to Cory’s chest. Cory flops onto her back, she scrambles to her feet and charges headlong into Taker’s midsection. Taker stumbles back into the ropes. Cory tackles Taker sending them both crashing to the ringside floor.

Taker gets up first; he pulls Cory up by her hair and whips her into the security barrier. Cory grunts as her right knee smacks into the barrier, Taker nails Cory from behind with a Russian Leg Sweep. Taker pulls Cory up, Cory drives her fist into his midsection, he whips Taker face first into the steel corner post. Taker flops to the flop. Cory stomps taker’s chest, pulls him to his feet and whips him into the ring.

Cory hops up onto the top turnbuckle, taker sis up and gets to his feet, Cory dives off the turnbuckle and nails taker with a flying clothesline. Cory kips up and elbow drops Taker’s chest, she pulls Taker to his feet, Taker grabs Cory by the throat and shoves her back into the corner and hooks her arms over the top rope, and unloads a series of hard right hands to her torso. Cory kicks Taker between the legs. Taker staggers back and drops down to one knee.

Cory charges Taker and nails his chin with the Big Boot. Taker flops onto his back, Cory straddles his waist and pummels his midsection with her fists. Taker rakes Cory’s eyes, she screams and draws back rubbing at her eyes. Taker stands, grabs Cory by the throat and choke-slams her down hard onto the canvas. Kiana claps. “Finish her off.”

Taker sneers, pulls Cory up by her hair, Cory grabs Taker waists and connects with a belly to belly suplex. Cory stands up flexing her arms, and leg drops Taker across the throat, she scoops him up and body slams him over the top rope and onto the ringside floor, she drops to one knee clutching her lower back. Taker lurches to his feet, he leans against the apron, Cory bounces off the ropes and baseball slides across the ring, slams her heel into Taker’s chin. Taker staggers back and slumps against the security barrier.

Kiana runs around ringside and grabs the urn off the apron; Cory grabs Taker and whips Taker face-first into the steel corner post. Kiana charges and raises the urn over her head, Cory sees her coming out of the corner of her eye, she turns and knees Kiana’s groins, she lays Kiana out with a Stone Cold Stunner, and she bends down and screams in Kiana’s face. “I told you to stay out of this, I-

Taker grabs Cory by the hair and slams her forehead against the apron. Cory grunts and drops to her knees, Taker throws open the casket lid, he scoops up Cory and drops her into the casket, he goes to shut the lid, Cory sits up and punches his throats. Cory stands in the casket and nails Taker with a flying clothesline. Cory pulls Taker up by his wrist and leads him over to the casket, she goes to toss him in, and Taker nails her chin with his elbow. Cory staggers back, Taker charges; Cory sidesteps and rolls back into the ring. Taker climbs onto the apron. Cory knees his midsection and suplexes him to the canvas.

Cory stands and hits a lat spread, she grabs Taker’s ankle and rolls him into a single leg Boston Crab. Taker screams and pounds his fists on the canvas. Kiana staggers to her feet and grabs the urn, she slides into the ring and runs up behind Cory and nails the back of her head with the urn. Cory collapses onto her stomach, clutching her head. Taker rolls onto his side clutching his knee. Kiana screams. “Get up and finish her.”

Taker staggers to his feet, he pulls Cory up by her hair and nails her with an over-the-knee backbreaker. Cory clutches her lower back in agony, she rolls onto her stomach and crawls towards the edge of the ring. Taker stomps her lower back. Cory rolls off the apron and flops down onto the ringside floor. Taker leans over the ropes and drags his thumb across his throat.

Cory staggers to her feet, Taker slides out of the ring and rushes Cory, and Cory tackles Taker and spears him to the floor. Cory gets up and stomps Taker’s chest. Taker grabs Cory’s ankle and twists it hard. Cory drops down slamming her fist onto Taker’s chest, she stands up and and stomps taker’s knee, she pulls him up and whips him into the ring steps, Taker grunts as his knee strikes the side of the steps.

Cory rolls Taker into the ring, she climbs up to the top turnbuckle and hits a double biceps. Taker staggers to his feet, Cory dives off the turnbuckle, Taker catches her in midair and hits her with the Tombstone Pile driver. Cory lies spread-eagled on her back, staring up glossy eyed at the ceiling. Taker rolls Cory out of the ring, he drapes her over his right shoulder and lays her down in the casket and slams the lid shut. Monica calls for the bell and raises Taker’s arm in victory.

Kiana glomps Taker and kisses him on the lips. Taker grabs the rolling cart as Kiana grabs the urn, he rolls the casket up the ramp and onto the entrance stage. Hulk Hogan runs out onto the entrance stage and lunges at Taker shoving him off the stage, Taker plummets to the floor ten feet below. Kiana raises up the urn over her head and charges Hulk. Hulk grabs her by the throat, Kiana drops the urn and grasps Hulk’s forearm. Hulk wags a finger in her face. “You used to be a loyal Hulkamaniac. What happened to you, Kiana?”

“Forget you.” Kiana spits in Hulk’s eyes. Hulk releases her and wipes at his eyes. Kiana makes a beeline for the back, leaving Taker behind; she disappears behind the entrance curtain. Hulk scoops Cory out of the casket and carries her back to her dressing room, her head resting on Hulk’s chest.