2003

The start of 2003 marked a significant return for me to the WWE spotlight. After a brief hiatus, I made my grand reappearance at the Royal Rumble pay-per-view in January.

It was a triumphant comeback, one that immediately reignited my long-running feud with the towering Big Show.

We had clashed many times before, our paths repeatedly crossing as we battled for supremacy in the ring. This time would be no different, as I set my sights on settling the score once and for all.

Our rivalry came to a head at the No Way Out event in February. I was determined to emerge victorious and put an end to this feud, so I pulled out all the stops.

The match was a grueling, back-and-forth affair, with both of us giving it our all. But in the end, I managed to lock in my signature triangle choke hold, forcing the Big Show to submit.

It was a hard-fought win, but a satisfying one - I had proven my dominance over my longtime adversary once again.

However, our clash was far from over. As I was basking in my victory, a new player entered the fray - A-Train.

This massive, imposing figure seemed to have aligned himself with the Big Show, and he made it clear that he had his sights set on me as well. He attempted to ambush me after the match, but fortunately, I had a guardian angel in the form of Nathan Jones, who came to my aid and fended off the attack.

This set the stage for an intriguing new storyline. I, recognizing the potential in Jones, took him under his wing, training him to become a formidable wrestler in his own right.

The two of us were then scheduled to take on the duo of the Big Show and A-Train in a high-stakes tag team match at WrestleMania XIX. It promised to be an epic showdown, with me and my protégé squaring off against our imposing opponents.

Sadly, fate had other plans. Just before the big match, Jones was unfortunately removed from the equation, leaving me to compete in a handicap match against the Big Show and A-Train.

But even with the odds stacked against me, I proved to be more than a match for our foes. With the help of Jones, who provided support from the sidelines, I emerged victorious, cementing my status as a true force to be reckoned with.

As the year progressed, my own path continued to evolve in unpredictable ways.

I found myself embroiled in a brief but intense feud with the up-and-coming star, John Cena.

Our match at the Vengeance pay-per-view was a clash of titans, with both of us leaving everything we had in the ring. In the end, I emerged victorious, solidifying my position as a dominant force in the WWE.

However, my sights were soon set on an even greater prize - the WWE Championship. I was granted not one, but two opportunities to capture the coveted title.

The first came on an episode of SmackDown!, where I faced off against the formidable Kurt Angle.

It was a grueling battle, with both of us giving it our all, but in the end, the match ended in a no-contest due to the interference of Brock Lesnar.

Undeterred, I set my sights on the second opportunity, which came at the No Mercy pay-per-view.

This time, the match was a unique Biker Chain affair, pitting me against Lesnar in a high-stakes showdown.

It was a brutal contest, with both of us using every trick in the book to gain the upper hand.

But just when it seemed like I had the victory within my grasp, Vince McMahon, the chairman of the WWE, made his presence felt, interfering on Lesnar's behalf and helping him secure the win.

This turn of events ignited a new feud, one that would pit me against the very man who had orchestrated my downfall - Vince McMahon.

The animosity between us had been simmering for some time, and now it had reached a boiling point.

We squared off at the Survivor Series pay-per-view in a Buried Alive match, a grueling and high-stakes contest that would push both of us to our limits.

The battle was intense, with both of us leaving it all in the ring. But just when it seemed like I had the upper hand, a familiar face emerged from the shadows - my own brother, Kane.

His sudden interference turned the tide of the match, and ultimately, I found myself buried alive, defeated by the combined efforts of McMahon and my own flesh and blood.

It was a crushing blow, both physically and emotionally.

I had been laid low, seemingly defeated and buried forever.

As I lay there, trapped beneath the earth, I couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal and despair. Kane, my own brother, had turned against me, siding with our sworn enemy to ensure my downfall.

In the aftermath of that devastating defeat, I disappeared from the WWE landscape for some time.

I, the once unstoppable force, had been vanquished, and Kane claimed that I was "dead and buried forever."

It was a humbling and disheartening experience, one that left me questioning my own mortality and the future of my career.

But even in the darkest of times, the flame of my spirit never truly extinguished. I knew that I had to dig deep, to find the strength and resilience to rise from the ashes of my defeat.

This was not the end of my story, but rather a new chapter, one that would test my mettle and push me to the limits of my abilities.