Disclaimer: I don't own anything. (If I did the streak would still be unbroken)
The following is my take on why there has been no response by the Undertaker thus far. Enjoy.
Mind Games 101
From my refuge in the shadows, I watched as Bray Wyatt held my urn and taunted me, doing his darndest to goad me into a response. Unseen to anyone, a wry smile creeps upon my face. The irony of the situation amuses me; his attempts to provoke me are juvenile and akin to a toddler trying to provoke an adult.
It has been weeks since Wyatt has started his crusade against me. Calling himself the 'new face of fear' he has systematically tried to push every button possible to make me accept a match with him at Wrestlemania; he's insulted me, mocked my career, spat at my legacy, and now desecrated one of the few things in this world that hold sentimental value to me. He's done everything he could think of and now he grows restless, as do the fans; they do not realize that the silence IS my response.
After the streak was ended, I remembered asking myself if it was all over, was my career finished? As I looked back I began to see the true reason for my loss: I had forgotten who I was. For years, no decades, I dominated the WWF/WWE as the Master of Mind Games. From the very start, everything I did was purposefully designed to psych out my opponents, to throw them off their game. The funeral music, the macabre attire, the morose themes, it was designed to take an opponent out of his comfort zone and put him in a place of uncertainty; a place where I was in control.
I have always played on my foes' greatest fears: darkness, death, the supernatural, the unknown; But when it came Lesnar, I lost my focus. I had failed to get in his head and instead let him get into mine, that's why I had fallen. So focused was I on proving that I could conquer the beast that I had neglected to use my strongest weapon; like a fool I had forgotten to ensure that the beast was not in control.
Since that day, I have rediscovered myself and I have taken a solemn oath: never again will I forget who I am. My career will be mine to end when I see fit.
Bray may think that he's the new face of fear but he fails to realize that he's playing right into my hands. He's always been used to the darkness, to death, to all the things that usually unnerve my foes. He regularly plays mind games of his own and he's used to getting the reactions he wants by pushing the right buttons. That is why my silence frustrates him to no end; it was premeditated to drive him deeper and deeper into insanity.
He may have started the mind games but he is not in control, not anymore; he knows it and it infuriates him. I have taken him out of his comfort zone and into a place of uncertainty; I am in control and I will strike with vengeance when and where I please. He will not see it coming nor will he be in the frame of mind to stop me. Only when it is too late will he realize that I have been playing him from the beginning, only when he is bloodied and beaten will he finally realize how hopelessly outclassed he is. Then he and the entire WWE Universe will once again that I am the Master of Mind Games, I am the Master of Fear, I am the Undertaker!
Welcome to Mind Games 101 Mr Wyatt…get ready to Rest in Peace!