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Miz struggled, reaching for the ropes, and eventually kicked his way free. Both men reset, the crowd buzzing already. The pace quickened, Miz hit a knee lift, Sandro countered with a snap suplex, Miz fired back with a DDT, Sandro reversed into a swinging neckbreaker. Each time, the crowd popped, the commentary rising with them.
At ringside, Alexa clapped wildly, yelling encouragement, while the rest of the Undisputed System loomed like wolves, their eyes fixed on Miz. Big Show, meanwhile, kept his massive arms crossed, glaring daggers at Sandro's faction, daring them to move an inch.
The match built momentum, Miz using his experience to counter Sandro's athleticism. Miz caught Sandro in a kneeling DDT, followed by his signature corner clothesline, launching himself into Sandro's chest before hopping back down with confidence. The crowd cheered with each move, the commentary team shouting their approval.
But Sandro wasn't about to roll over. As Miz went for a running knee lift, Sandro ducked under, spun, and cracked Miz across the jaw with a superkick out of nowhere. Miz collapsed to the mat, clutching his face.
The boos cascaded while Sandro dropped to one knee, smirking, then dragged Miz up for a vicious snap suplex. He floated over into a cover.
1… 2… Kickout!
Sandro immediately transitioned into mounted punches, raining fists down on Miz's face. The ref forced him off, but Sandro barked back at the official, snarling before spitting on the mat in Miz's direction.
Cole shouted, "This is just disgraceful! He's taunting Miz, taunting the fans, taunting the referee!"
Lawler responded, "That's his game, Cole. Sandro wants to break Miz down mentally just as much as physically."
Sandro dragged Miz up, whipping him into the ropes before hitting a sharp spinebuster that rattled the ring. Another cover.
1… 2… Kickout again!
The crowd erupted, rallying Miz to his feet. Sandro sneered, dragging Miz into a corner and stomping him down viciously, each kick aimed with precision. At ringside, Alexa clapped proudly while the System shouted encouragement. Big Show, however, leaned forward, glaring like he was ready to step in at any moment.
Back in the ring, Sandro hoisted Miz onto the top turnbuckle, looking for a superplex. Miz fought back with punches, shoving Sandro down to the mat. Miz steadied himself, then launched off with a flying double axe handle that sent Sandro crashing down. The fans popped again.
Cole roared, "Miz fighting back! Miz is still in this match!"
Both men lay on the mat, gasping for breath as the referee started a count. The atmosphere was electric, every fan on the edge of their seat, knowing this was far from over.
The referee's count reached five before Miz rolled over, pulling himself toward the ropes. Sandro stirred at the same time, shaking his head and pounding the mat in frustration. Both men staggered up almost simultaneously, the crowd roaring in anticipation for what came next.
Miz was first to strike, catching Sandro with a stiff right hand. Sandro reeled back, only to lunge forward with a forearm smash that cracked across Miz's jaw. The two stood toe to toe, exchanging blows as the audience's cheers and boos alternated like waves.
Cole shouted over the noise, his voice rattling with excitement. "These two men are going toe to toe, King! Neither one is backing downz this is what it means to fight for the United States Championship!"
Lawler replied, almost breathless. "Yeah, but how much more can Miz take, Cole? Sandro's younger, faster, and hungrier. Miz has the experience, but can he weather this storm? I'm afraid that Miz might be losing out on stamina, he need to capitalize soon!"
Miz gained momentum, landing shot after shot until Sandro staggered into the ropes. Miz whipped him across the ring, leapt up, and nailed a flying clothesline that flattened the challenger. The crowd roared in approval.
Miz didn't stop there, he pointed to the corner, the fans cheering louder, and charged in with another corner clothesline, smashing Sandro's chest against the turnbuckles. Sandro stumbled out, gasping, and Miz capitalized with a running bulldog, planting Sandro's face into the canvas.
Cole was ecstatic. "Miz is rolling! This could be the turning point!"
Miz hooked the leg, the crowd chanting along with the count.
1… 2… Kickout!
Sandro barely escaped, rolling to his side with a look of defiance even as he clutched his ribs. Miz pulled at his hair in frustration but didn't waste time, he pulled Sandro up by the head and went for the Skull Crushing Finale.
The crowd erupted, only for Sandro to wriggle free at the last second, spinning behind Miz and shoving him chest first into the ropes. As Miz rebounded, Sandro leapt up and drilled him with a dropkick to the knee, chopping Miz down violently. Miz hit the mat clutching his leg, grimacing in pain.
Lawler gasped. "That's always been Sandro's strategy, Cole, pick a body part and destroy it. And right now, he's targeting Miz's legs. You take away Miz's foundation, you take away most of his offense!"
Sandro smelled blood. He stomped down viciously on Miz's leg, twisting the ankle with precision. Alexa cheered wildly at ringside, shouting "Break him!" while the Undisputed System nodded in approval.
Sandro grabbed Miz's leg and dragged him toward the ropes, bouncing the knee off the bottom rope, then slamming it down again. Miz screamed in pain, clutching his knee as Sandro taunted the crowd with a cruel smirk.
Cole's disgust was palpable. "This is vile! He's not trying to win, he's trying to end The Miz!"
Lawler countered, grim at the situation. "It's truly disgusting, Cole. If Miz can't stand, he can't hit the Skull Crushing Finale. Sandro knows exactly what he's doing. And not of us can't do anything as it's legal."
Sandro locked in a single leg Boston Crab, wrenching Miz's injured knee at an angle that made the crowd groan. Miz clawed at the mat, face contorted in pain, inching toward the ropes. The fans clapped rhythmically, rallying him forward. Big Show slammed the apron with his massive hand, roaring for Miz to fight.
Miz stretched out desperately and finally grabbed the bottom rope. The crowd exploded in relief. The referee forced Sandro to release the hold, but Sandro milked the count until four and a half before letting go, sneering at the official.
Alexa applauded proudly while Sandro argued with the ref, claiming Miz's hand slipped off the rope. In the chaos, Sandro stomped Miz's leg one more time behind the ref's back, drawing loud boos.
Miz used the ropes to haul himself up, limping badly. Sandro charged, but Miz ducked and countered with a snap DDT! Both men lay sprawled on the mat as the referee began another count.
Cole shouted in desperation. "Come on, Miz! This is your chancez this is your moment!"
At seven, Miz rolled over, draping an arm across Sandro's chest.
1… 2… Kickout!
The crowd groaned, Miz clutching his hair in frustration.
Both men slowly rose, battered and exhausted. Miz struck first, connecting with a running knee lift, wincing as his own leg screamed in protest, before planting Sandro with a backbreaker neckbreaker combo. The arena shook with cheers.
Miz fired up, signaling for the end. He grabbed Sandro by the arm, hooking him for the Skull Crushing Finale once more. This time the crowd rose to their feet, screaming in anticipation.
But at the last second, Sandro drove an elbow into Miz's temple, once, twice, three times, breaking free. He shoved Miz into the ropes and nailed a spinning heel kick that caught Miz flush on the jaw. Miz crumpled to the mat.
Sandro collapsed on top of him.
1… 2… Miz kicks out!
The crowd erupted, chanting "LET'S GO MIZ! LET'S GO MIZ!" in unison. Sandro snarled, pounding the mat in frustration.
At ringside, Alexa screamed at the referee, insisting it was three. Wade and Ryback slammed the apron, shouting for Sandro to finish it. Big Show roared back, warning them with a thunderous glare.
Back in the ring, Sandro dragged Miz up and set him for a suplex, but Miz reversed, twisting mid air and planting Sandro with a snapmare driver. The arena exploded, Miz crawling desperately to make the cover.
1… 2… Sandro kicks out!
Cole was nearly shrieking. "This is incredible! What a match! Neither man will quit!"
Lawler was just as hyped. "No one can deny it! This is turning into an instant classic, Cole!"
Both men rose again, sweat pouring, every movement labored. They exchanged punches, forearms, kicks, Miz rocking Sandro with a big boot, Sandro responding with a wicked forearm smash. The crowd hung on every strike.
Finally, Miz stunned Sandro with a kneeling DDT and signaled once more for the Skull Crushing Finale. He hooked Sandro's arms—
—but suddenly, the referee turned his back, adjusting the turnbuckle pad that had mysteriously come loose.
The crowd booed instantly. Cole shouted in outrage. "Wait a second! The referee's distracted! What's going on here?!"
In that split second, Sandro smirked wickedly. He slipped his hand into his tights and palmed a wad of folded bills, subtly pressing it into the referee's pocket as the official leaned down.
Lawler gasped. "Oh no. Don't tell me, don't tell me he just bribed the referee! Not again, Cole! He did this before in FCW!"
With the referee's back turned, Sandro seized the opening. He spun around and delivered a blatant low blow to Miz, his knee driving straight between Miz's legs. Miz collapsed, writhing in agony, clutching himself.
The arena erupted in deafening boos, trash flying toward the ring.
Cole screamed in fury. "Oh, come on! That's disgusting! A low blow! The referee didn't see it, he's too busy with the turnbuckle! This is a damn travesty!"
Lawler's voice was full of shock. "I can't believe this, Cole. He paid the referee to look away! Miz is defenseless!"
Big Show had seen enough. The giant stormed forward, slamming his massive hands on the apron, roaring like an animal. The entire arena shook as he bellowed, pointing at Sandro and demanding the referee turn around.
But the referee, now conveniently aware again, intercepted Big Show, warning him not to interfere. He held his hands out, shouting for Show to back off, threatening disqualification if he entered the ring.
Cole's voice was incredulous. "This is unbelievable! Miz just got robbed, robbed right in front of our eyes! And Big Show can't even help him without risking the match!"
Lawler was just as angry as Cole. "This is exactly what Sandro wanted, Cole. He's playing every dirty trick in the book, and he's getting away with it! What a sick man he is!"
Inside the ring, Sandro knelt beside Miz, smirking down at him with cruelty, the boos cascading like thunder. He whispered something in Miz's ear, mocking and venomous, before dragging him to his feet, Miz limp and defenseless.
The match wasn't over. But the balance had shifted. The Undisputed System's leader had just turned the tide in the dirtiest way possible.
The crowd was already boiling with fury after the referee's shady "coincidental distraction" and Sandro's low blow. Miz was still groaning on the mat, clutching his midsection, the life nearly drained out of him. Sandro wasn't finished though. No, this was where he thrived, where he made his message clear.
The moment Miz lay writhing on the mat, clutching his midsection after that vile low blow, Sandro smelled blood in the water. He didn't waste a second. With a snarl plastered across his face, he grabbed Miz by the hair and dragged him upright, then launched into a relentless flurry of offense.
A gutwrench suplex snapped Miz's body down to the canvas with a violent thud. Sandro kipped up instantly, a cocky smirk splitting his face, and delivered a running knee strike directly to Miz's skull. The impact sent Miz sprawling into the corner, dazed and helpless. Sandro followed up without mercy, raining down stomps into Miz's chest, each one sharper and more brutal than the last, the crowd booing louder with every stomp.
Cole nearly lost his voice. "Somebody stop this! This isn't wrestling, this is just a mugging in broad daylight!"
Lawler shook his head in disbelief. "Cole, I hate to say it, but this kid Sandro knows exactly what he's doing. He's dismantling Miz piece by piece, humiliating him, breaking him down. And with the referee already compromised, who's going to stop him?"
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: WWE - RAW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles
Faction: The Undisputed System
Championships History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA X Division Champion.
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0