Warrior Poetry: Undertaker

It’s time to big up another legend of the game. Sit back and enjoy my futile attempt to describe The Undertaker in all of his evil glory.


Undertaker – Source: Deviant Art

Warrior Poetry

A tall demonic figure once changed our world
It was plain to see, he was no sheep for the herd
With a dastardly and scrupulous father in tow
He was established early as a name to know

While he and his keeper put down every challenger
An unknown fire was burning with anticipation
The dark prince knew not, the intentions of his brother
A fiery and most dominant force of nature

With his sibling as foe, and sometimes as friend
The reputation of the Phenom continued to ascend
A truly chilling individual with a mounting destiny
Began to formulate success with the help of his ministry

After some time away and a change of style
The big man came back with just as much guile
No longer draped in the black he was known for
An American Badass, still wanting the title

Eventually the man and the black were reunited
For long periods of time, the crowds he delighted
As the stalwart and the highlight of Friday nights
In dark times for the warrior world, he was the shining light

As his years drew to a close, his legend it rose
The man to beat, the icon of a generation
Through epic battles with all worthy challengers
At the biggest stage of all, he just couldn’t be beaten



Warrior Poetry: Edge

It’s Friday. That can mean only one thing. It’s more Warrior Poetry. Act like you want it.

EdgeEdge – Source: Deviant Art

Warrior Poetry

This warrior started young, touring all around the land
He threw down on the mat, with the best workers at hand
The moves, the holds, all of the tools he learned
To help him grow and emerge, triumphant from the herd

He evolved as a part of a brood of three
Adopted by the most evil ministry
He did their bidding, achieved their goals
But he and his brother, wanted out of the fold

They released themselves from that mighty grip
And together they innovated, together they amazed
With tables, ladders and steel chairs
The most exciting of teams, left opponents in a haze

As a lone competitor, he became tenacious and ruthless
Willing to do whatever it took, to leave enemies toothless
Without concern for popularity or blueprints
He became forever known as the ultimate opportunist

He was Rated R and only suitable for adults
Explosively controversial, and never afraid to insult
The fighter known only to us as Edge
Was always willing to do whatever it took

A career of success was brutally cut short
By a critical injury that couldn’t be reversed
At a young age, one of the best ever was gone
With a Hall of Fame place, as a legend to all


Warrior Poetry: The Rock

The RockThe Rock – Source: World Wrestling Entertainment

Warrior Poetry
The Rock

Many moons ago, there lived a mighty chief
He fought with great honour and pride
Later there came a trailblazer named Johnson
With a love for the business, he could not hide

These two warriors played a part in creating
A blueprint for success, that can’t be debated
A third generation star, you just love hating
With destiny and ability, came an ego inflated

He became the leader of a nation
A man of his own, with no lack of motivation
Charging in to battle, with his brothers at his side
Ready to take the people, on one hell of a ride

As his charisma expanded, he was covered with gold
Welcome rewards for a wonder to behold
Epic performances and moments to cherish
His desire for success could not be diminished

He left the warriors ring for bigger things
A different type of challenge, he took it with a swing
In his step, a modern day action king
A hero to millions more, new accolades to sing

At the age of a legend, no longer a cub
This warrior returned to the land he first loved
Climbed back to the top of the tallest mountain
To once again drink from the championship fountain


Warrior Poetry: Bret Hart

Please enjoy another one of my attempts at mixing poetry with wrestling. If you enjoy it, give me a ‘like’ :) Thanks for your interest and support!

Bret HartBret Hart – Source: Deviant Art

Bret Hart

Welcomed into the world with headlocks and full nelsons
Came a warrior bore from the seed of the roughest
A family that morphed into a dynasty of success
Enclosed all within it in a dungeon of the toughest

Oh, how this fighter did fight, did work, did toil
Climbed the tallest ladders, larger plots he did foil
Not supposed to be the icon of his era
This young gun fired high, creating mass hysteria

His popularity grew, and the recognition did too
Victories and success, he had more than a few
As he established himself as a man to be relied on
Both alone or in a team, his prowess you couldn’t hide from

After a long time waiting, an epic journey anticipating
The warrior had become the best there ever was
He suffered pitfalls, betrayal and even falls from grace
But The Hitman never failed to put a smile upon the face

Of every applauding fan of true warrior technique
For every spectator, for whom this man would speak
His time in the squared circle, may have ended on some lows
But he will always be remembered for stealing every show

The best and most excellent warrior of them all
Has now been bestowed the honour of immortality in the hall
His legacy and memory will survive long after he passes
As the class, the quality, the specialist at kicking asses


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Warrior Poetry: Cody Rhodes

Thanks for lending an eye to some more of my Warrior Poetry. This week it’s a change of pace as I go for someone a little less established than the other heroes I’ve chosen. If you read this site much, you will know that I am a huge mark for this guy. I hope he finally gets to where he belongs soon. Anyway, please enjoy my attempt at poetry.

codyrhodesCody Rhodes – Source: Deviant Art

Cody Rhodes

He was born the son, of a son, of a plumber
Fathered by a working man, with desire and power
An icon of his era, a truly great warrior
His successes secured him, a legacy of honour

He and his sibling bore expectation from birth
A golden eccentric, his older brother became
He lived a humble and modest career to some
But this warrior attained a very good deal of fame

As for the young warrior, with big shoes to fill
He did so with a smile, and with boots to kill
Mixing confidence and will, he quickly evolved
Into a coming of age hero, with potential unreal

With another young lion, and an established gladiator
He tried to carve out a place for himself
In the prestigious history of the the game of he loved
The boy from Georgia had to stay off the shelf

He did so with vigour and true valiance
Now he moves in the ring with elegance
The hordes of fans admire his great talents
He executes spectacular moves with steady balance

Having learned from the best, and passed all the tests
It’s time for this warrior, to be better than the rest
With greater battles ahead, greater passion he must arrest
To truly reach those heights of deserved success


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Warrior Poetry: Triple H

So, I have some more Warrior Poetry for you guys that have been demanding it. I really hope you enjoy this one. He may be the subject of incessant memes and accused of burying everyone he sees, but he still deserves a poem from me (See, rhyming already) It’s Triple H. Here we go. Thanks for reading.

triple h

Triple H – Source: Deviant Art

Triple H

He started out as a blue blood, an aristocrat
All the boy was missing was a fancy hat
With pompous remarks, and sly motives
No scruples but desire, the reason for that

As tenacity grew, came an attitude new
From plain and classy, controversy ensued
He ran with a gang of crude outlaws
But playing supporting role simply wouldn’t do

He flexed his muscles, the ones inside his brain
And earned “Cerebral Assassin”, a mighty nickname
The powerful tyrant, oh how he did reign
Taking control and monopolizing the game

The game, the game, most fierce of warriors
His victory and magic, so so glorious
You can tell a man, by all the alias’ he brings
And now at this time, the King of Kings

When it came time to hang up the boots
His influence and power gave new fruits
In formal dress, with locks a fading memory
This warrior still fought, even in a suit.

He came with arrogance, he came with greed
This turned to confidence, it turned to belief
He charged to the top, and never quite stopped
Never in his nature, was the will to concede


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Warrior Poetry: Stone Cold

Thanks for your interest in another edition of Warrior Poetry, here on The Real Mid Card. If you haven’t seen the others, I’m a big wrestling fan with no real poetic ability or experience trying to mould wrestling and poetry together. Sound good? Hit Follow. Some people call him Steve Austin, I prefer Stone Cold. This is a summary of one of the greatest careers in the history of wrestling. I hope you enjoy it.

stonecoldStone Cold Steve Austin – Source: Deviant Art

Stone Cold

This warriors path really sped up in the south
But before long he was betrayed and abandoned
They weren’t smart enough to use his mouth
He didn’t have what it took to make it in the big house

In the land of extreme, he really stood out
He took on new challenges, having great bouts
Gathered many scars, took on many louts
Before you knew it, he was once again out

When he got to the real big leagues
He did begin to fulfil his dreams
The crowds came aplenty, filled stands to the seams
All to see this rattlesnake, make cowards scream

He carried a target and gained many an enemy
Degenerates, boxers and even a great one
He had his share of blood and frenzy
The once young warrior, a man he had become

The people’s hero turned to the dark side
Rejoined old faces, gave new friends the heel
But soon he was back to fighting for pride
An honourable ending, for the biggest of deals

What must a retired warrior indeed become?
Entertainer to millions, fading legend to some
Never forgotten, they long for his return
A young Punk’s growing dream, perhaps to burn


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