http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wARqMv5d5pQ At the Elimination Chamber pay-per-view in February 2010, both the WWE Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship were being defended inside the titular Chamber, a network of solid steel girders, plexiglass and close knit metal mesh surrounding the ring, designed by someone who clearly hated professional wrestlers.* As the Undertaker stood at the top of the stage before making his sinister yet dignified way to the ring, one of his pyros exploded around him once, then twice, the jet of flame seeming to engulf him and causing him to leap forwards in a much less sinister yet dignified fashion and run out of the way, clawing off his long leather coat. He would suffer first and second degree burns to his neck and chest, but naturally, since this is professional wrestling, the match continued and he was cleared at ringside to proceed. As the Dead Man was booked to be the final entrant in the match however, he was forced to stand in the plexiglass pod, dousing the burns on his chest with bottles of water until his pod opened: he was vital to the angle being played out, as he was about to lose the title to Chris Jericho after interference from Shawn Michaels, setting up their Wrestlemania rematch weeks later. It takes significant testicular fortitude to go through something like that, stand in front of a paying crowd for twenty-five minutes or so, wrestle another ten minutes and only then receive proper medical attention. Scuttlebutt (like gossip inside a steel cage) has it that upon reaching the gorilla position after the match, Undertaker demanded the immediate sacking and removal from the arena of the hapless pyro technician responsible, before he found him and dealt with it himself. We would not have wanted to be in that mans shoes. Nonethless, being burned by your own pyro when making a grand, menacingly over-the-top entrance with dry ice in front of thousands of fans has to rank up there as one of the silliest ways for a professional wrestler to get hurt. *It was Triple H's idea. Make of that what you will.
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