The Undertaker: Rise of the New World Order

[RileyTaker]

This is my first fanfiction posted on this site! If this goes well, hopefully, there will be more.

Summary: The Undertaker and his WWE unit must stop an evil organization, led by Triple H and a dangerous mystery player, from taking over the world.


2:00 AM, unknown area

The snow had reached near-blinding levels, making it difficult for a normal man to traverse the terrain, however, it did not seem to hinder Mark Calaway. The man codenamed The Undertaker had operated in worse, and this was nothing to him. He moved through the snowstorm with ease, his sight unimpaired despite the blizzard. The Undertaker moved through snowdrift, stopping every so often to make sure he was not being followed, or to get to higher ground in the trees or the hills that separated him from his objective. He had not sighted the building yet, but he knew he was close. The mission briefing had not specified exactly where the building was located, but he taken a good survey of the area during on the helicopter on the way, and he had a good idea of where he was going and how long it would take him to get there. The Undertaker had yet to kind with an efficient plan, due largely in part to the sketchy info and incomplete briefing he and his team had received, but the Undertaker felt confident that once he reached the building, he would be able to figure out what to do. After all, the Undertaker was efficient at coming up with plans on the spot, that was why he was the most valuable member of the WWE team. Well, that, and the dark powers he had at his possession; powers that allowed him to get into any building, powers that allowed him to defeat any enemy, powers that rendered him immortal, unable to be killed by anyone or anything. The Undertaker thought about all the injuries and deaths that had happened to him over the years, and yet he was, alive and breathing, so to speak. A noise alerted the Undertaker mid-thought, and he quickly go to cover. He was just in time to evade the notice of the patrol guard that walked past his position, oblivious to the WWE agent in his vicinity. The guard walked past, and the Undertaker waited for the sound of his footsteps to disappear before coming out of his hiding place and continuing on. The Undertaker could have killed the guard as he walked past, but that may have raised an alarm, had the guard taken notice of him, or another guard happened to come by. Besides, the Undertaker didn't have the time. He had a building to reach, and a hostage to liberate; and he had almost reached his objective. He could tell.

Captain Kurt Angle sat in the truck, sipping coffee, tapping his fingers on the nearby computer impatiently. After a while, he broke the tense silence in the truck. "How long had it been?" he asked, for perhaps the tenth time. Rolling her eyes for the tenth time, Trish Stratus replied "Would you please be patient? In case you haven't noticed, asking that question every five minutes is not going to make this go faster. The Undertaker's methodical, you know that. He's careful, and he's probably going to need some time." "We don't time! Weren't you paying attention to the briefing? There's a renegade group of terrorists who have a very important doctor held hostage, and Lord knows for what purpose! They may not need him anymore! He could be dead right now for all we know!" Captain Angle shouted, his frustration clear to the entire team. "Then giving 'Taker the time he needs shouldn't be a problem for you" Trish said, matter-of-factly. But Angle was not listening anymore. He had reached for the comm-link, and was about to demand an update from his operative when Trish stopped him. "Don't!" she yelled. "You could be giving away his position! He could be in a delicate...", but she was unable to finish, as Angle swatted her hand away and barked into the comm.

"Undertaker, report in! Now!" the voice over the Undertaker's comm.-link blared in his ear. "Dammit" the Undertaker swore. He could have sworn he had told his "captain" that he needed radio silence, but no; Angle just couldn't wait, could he? Now his irritating impatience had tipped off the guards, who looked up at the Undertaker, perched on the roof of the building where his objective was being held hostage, surveying the scene and trying to come up with a strategy. Now, he had to go to plan B, and the Undertaker hated plan B. But he had no choice, as the guards alerted the rest of their patrol, and opened fire on the Undertaker.

[RileyTaker]

The Undertaker dove off the roof towards the gunmen, just as they opened fire. 'Taker went for the swords he has sheathed on his back as he hit the ground, and went for the nearest gunmen. The swords, as well as other blades the Undertaker possessed, were gifts he had received when he was studying dark magic in Japan, and he was well-versed in their use. The Undertaker cut the guard's gun in half, then planted a hard kick to his chest, knocking him back into the wall of the building. He hadn't even hit the ground yet before the Undertaker disarmed the second guard, and knocked him unconscious with an elbow to the jaw, just as he was throwing one of the swords into the barrel of another gun. The gun exploded in the next guard's hand, and 'Taker leapt toward him and planted him with a boot to the head. The Undertaker retrieved his sword quickly, then fell back to the building. His eyes began to go white, as a thick mist began to spring up all over the guards. This forced the guards to stop shooting, as they looked on in bewilderment. Where had this mist come from? A minute ago, there had been only snow. The guards spread out, searching for their target, but it was impossible to see anything with the combination of the mysterious mist and the heavy snow. The lead guard barked into his radio that back-up was needed at their location, but all he got back was static. Just then, there was a loud thump behind him, followed by a yell that was quickly cut off. The leader turned back to where the sound had come from and found an unconscious guard lying on the ground. Then he heard the sound again, from much away this time. Was it the intruder? How the hell was he moving so fast? Eventually the sounds stopped, and there was near-silence, the only sounds being that of the blizzard. The lead guard wandered around on the mist and snow, his hands shaking in fear, his heart beating a rapid pace in his chest. He began to back up, but was stopped by a thick object behind him. The guard turned around, shaking as he came face-to-face with the Undertaker. "W-w-w-who-o-o-o are y-y-y-y-ou?" the guard stuttered, but he received no reply, and the last thing he saw was the fist of the Undertaker flying into his face.


"I though I heard gunfire" Captain Angle stated, to nobody in particular. Trish hated to admit he was right, but she had heard it, too. "That's it, 'Taker's had the time he needed" said Angle. "We're going in." "Angle, don't..." Trish started, but Captain Angle cut her off. "That's an order!" Trish sighed, as she and the rest of the team climbed out of the van and headed toward the building, guns at the ready. She hoped they weren't ruining the Undertaker's mission by rushing in like this, especially when they had no idea what security as like, but that was Angle's way. He had a habit of rushing into situations without contemplating what the consequences would be. If it weren't for her, and more often than not, for 'Taker's skills, Angle would have blown many of their missions.
An hour later, the team reached the building and noticed the guards unconscious outside, but no sign of the Undertaker. Trish hoped he was alright. "We have incoming" said Lita, another member of their team. All eyes turned to where she was pointing, as guard regiment was coming down a nearby hill. The guard noticed the WWE agents and opened fire. "Get to cover!" Angle yelled, and the team got to whatever shielding they could find, and returned fire.


The Undertaker had managed to make it inside the building, and was on his way to what looked the security control center, where he hoped to locate the hostage. The skirmish with the guards had gone down a lot easier than he thought it would, thanks largely in part to his dark magic. It had taken the Undertaker many years of training and practice for him to become adept at the use of those powers, but now he was a master of the dark arts, and they had helped him on his missions more than once. The Undertaker heard a door open, and quickly hid behind a corner. He peeked out and saw a guard coming out of a room which appeared to have several security monitors inside. The Undertaker waited for the guard to move down the hall, then headed towards the room, opened the door, and peeked in. There was another guard sitting in a chair, staring at the monitors. The Undertaker silently moved up to him, and pulled him out of the chair, running his head into the wall and knocking him out. The Undertaker looked at the monitors, and noticed that one of the cameras outside was capturing the firefight at the entrance. So Angle had decided to move in. Typical, the Undertaker thought, shaking his head. He was sure the team would be alright, after all, it wasn't their first shootout. The Undertaker then noticed Trish Stratus moving near one of the snow-banks. The Undertaker allowed himself a moment of concern. He did hope nothing happened to her. The Undertaker promised himself it would be Angle's ass if something did. But right now, he had a mission to complete, and, at the very least the firefight outside would draw out the remaining guards. The Undertaker began switching between the monitors, until he finally found what he was looking for: a small room with an iron chair, and tied-up in that chair was the kidnapped doctor he had come here to rescue. The Undertaker took note of the surrounding areas so that he would know where the room was, and then he pulled one of his swords and ran it through the bank of monitors. After making sure that all of them were disabled, the Undertaker headed out towards the room with the hostage, eager to get this mission over with.

[soulcatcher]

Really good story. Is there more