Considering the supposed magnitude of this match, I'm supposedly unpumped. Because, I presume, of Undertaker's fragility and Triple H's fondness for his new schedule (read: no matches) there's still very noticeable threads left hanging from when these two left. Kane and Nexus (or Corre, whatever) have gone completely unpunished and after Sheamus puts Triple H out for months on end, he exacts his revenge by putting him in such a state that he - wait for it - can't win a match against Evan Bourne. Oh, the humanity!
The promos, at best, have been clumsy segways between nicknames:
"Blah blah blah, The Game, blah blah blah, The Last Outlaw, blah blah blah, all the other talent is shit."
At worst, they've been staring contests. Actually, wait, I don't know what's worse; staring contests or coming out and telling people to watch a video package. Then repeating that same shit ad nauseum. Who's even meant to have put those packages together, anyway? Has The Undertaker taken time out from rigging the lights to fiddle around on his Mac? Or is Triple H backstage, intricately explaining to Terry the tech guy how he wants to put the shits up The Undertaker with overedited highlights of Shawn Michaels getting beat up?
The match itself... could be fine. Could be good. Much as people might want you to believe the opposite, neither of these men are a guarantee of a good match. Not even at WrestleMania. Well, especially at WrestleMania in Triple H's case.
Sorry, writers - this isn't a match of such epic proportions that it doesn't require that thing that you sometimes do. What's it called again? You haven't done it in such a long time. Oh yeah; writing.