Witnessing the end of the Streak was the literally, yes I mean literally, a top five moment in my life. It wasn’t that I was against the Streak or disliked the Undertaker. Quite the contrary actually; the Streak was one of WWE’s greatest creations whether it was intentional or not. It was on the border of becoming more important than the actual WrestleMania event. If it had to end it needed to end in spectacular fashion and it did.
Not one person in the Superdome expected the streak to end. As The Undertaker made his entrance my girl said ‘If Undertaker wins I am going to be really annoyed.” Kevin and I responded with the same sentence; “Be prepared to be annoyed.” We couldn’t have been more wrong but yet being wrong was never so satisfying.
At first the end of the match seemed botched. From our vantage point it appeared as if the referee accidently continued his count and slapped the mat for a three. It appeared as if he was waving his arms back and forth calling off his count. I was so stunned with the three count I don’t recall hearing the bell ring immediately after the count.
After watching the match on YouTube, since the WWE app doesn’t work on the Samsung Galaxy Tablet, it was clear the referee counted three and called for the bell. His arm motion was to make sure the match was called as finished and to ensure Brock Lesnar did no further damage to The Undertaker. There is really no explanation on how the scene could be viewed so radically different other than denial.
WWE perfectly milked the situation. There was no music playing to signify the victor let alone that the match had ended. There was no over the top celebration by Brock Lesnar. He perfectly sold the length and the physical nature of the match. Paul Heyman entered the ring but didn’t jump up and down in celebration. From our seats and our view of the ring it simply looked like he was in the ring to explain to Brock that the match finish was botched and they were stalling
There were no replays of the pin fall in the Superdome. The crowd was left waiting for some sort of result and the time passed slowly. Even though on television it was a mere 30 seconds in person those 30 seconds felt like minutes. Finally the wait came to a screeching halt when the video screens displayed the historic 21-1.
It had to be the most significant if shortest groan in history. There was no loud gasp. There was no screaming. There was no fainting, well, at least not around us. There was just silence. Of course there were a few of us cheering and clapping but that wasn’t done to be the cool kids in the crowd. I cheered and clapped with a strong vigor because I had no idea what do to with myself.
We had taken for granted the fact that in a field where everything is predetermined that the crowd really doesn’t know the outcomes. The finishes of WrestleMania 30 seemed obvious. The smart fan had it all figured out and gave this match no chance. This includes this very sites contributors. There was no way The Undertaker’s streak was coming to an end plain and simple.
The crowd eventually tried to chant “bullshit” but it never caught on. The energy in the building had been buried in an avalanche of shock. All of the preconceived notions of knowing it all were gone. Not one person considered the fact that Brock would win and now that he had there was nothing but a mass mental sort circuit to process what had just happened.
It was such an incredible sight to behold. It was a powerful moment. It was so shocking it made us all feel bad for the divas match that was up next.
There will be arguments and debate for a long time about whether or not The Undertaker should have lost. The fact though is that it provided one of the most memorable and entertaining moments for it audience. It has now made the fans guess at all turns now. If anything, the end of the streak gave us all that much. -Jeremy