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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?"
Sandro hauled Miz up again and threw him into the ropes. On the rebound, Sandro scooped him into a thunderous powerslam, shaking the ring on impact. He stood over Miz, pounding his chest arrogantly, soaking in the hatred of thousands of fans who booed so loudly it rattled the rafters.
But Sandro wasn't finished. He hooked Miz for a German suplex, held on, rolled through, and delivered a second. Still not satisfied, he rolled through again and executed a third German suplex, folding Miz up on his neck. Alexa clapped her hands like a cheerleader on the outside, screaming encouragement as the rest of the Undisputed System pounded the apron, their grins wide and sinister.
Miz was gasping, barely able to get his bearings, when Sandro grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him toward the corner. With a burst of speed, Sandro charged in with a knee to the chest that nearly cut Miz in half. He let Miz collapse like dead weight to the mat before running the ropes, building momentum, and then, shockingly, he sprinted toward the far side of the ring and vaulted over the top rope.
With catlike agility, Sandro launched himself into the air with a Tope Con Hilo, crashing into the Big Show on the outside!
The crowd gasped, then exploded into furious boos as the giant collapsed backward, his massive body smashing against the barricade.
Cole was aghast. "Oh my God! He had no reason to do that! Big Show wasn't even in the ring, what the hell is wrong with this man?!"
Lawler added, his voice dripping with disgust. "That's just cruel, Cole! Big Show wasn't interfering! Sandro did that just to make a statement!"
The boos cascaded like a tidal wave as Sandro rose to his feet, laughing, flipping both middle fingers at the sea of furious fans. He stood over Big Show's fallen frame and began stomping at his chest, again and again, with pure malice. Then, as if to drive the knife even deeper, he delivered a vicious knee strike straight to Show's temple, leaving the giant motionless on the floor.
The cameras zoomed in on Sandro, sweat glistening on his body, arrogance radiating from his every move. He stalked back to the apron, climbed onto it, and slowly ascended the top turnbuckle. Once perched high above, he balanced himself with precision, then extended his arms outward in a mock crucifix pose, taunting Miz to get up.
Cole screamed into the microphone. "No! Don't let this happen! Somebody stop him! This is sickening!"
Lawler, equally distraught, shouted, "Miz, stay down! Don't get up! You don't want to take this move!"
The fans, sensing the doom hanging over their hero, tried to rally Miz with chants of "LET'S GO MIZ! LET'S GO MIZ!" Their voices shook the arena, a desperate plea for the beaten champion to rise.
Miz, battered and groggy, somehow staggered to his feet, swaying like a man on the verge of collapse. His eyes were glazed, his knees buckling, but instinct drove him upright. He turned, just as Sandro launched from the top rope with stunning grace.
Sandro soared through the air, readying himself into position, and then came crashing down with his devastating Downfall DDT, a diving DDT from the top turnbuckle. Miz's head spiked violently into the mat, his body going limp immediately.
The arena fell into horrified silence for a moment before erupting in boos so loud they drowned out everything else.
Cole's voice cracked with emotion. "No! No! Damn it, no! He hit the Downfall DDT! Miz is out cold!"
Lawler almost groaned. "It's over, Cole. I can't believe this is happening. Not like this…"
Sandro hooked Miz's leg arrogantly, leaning his full body weight into the pin. The referee, pocket still fat with Sandro's bribe, slid down to count.
1…
2…
—and the count was faster than normal—
3!
The bell rang. The boos shook the arena as Justin Roberts' voice echoed over the sound system.
"Here is your winner… AND THE NEW WWE UNITED STATES CHAMPION… SANDROOOOO ZHANGGGG!"
The sound of that announcement only made the hatred louder. Fans hurled jeers, some even tossing trash toward the ring. Sandro sat up, grinning from ear to ear, sweat and arrogance dripping off him as if he thrived on the venom of the crowd.
The referee retrieved the United States Championship belt from ringside and handed it to Sandro. Sandro accepted it with both hands, then patted the referee on the shoulder like an old friend before, shockingly, slipping him another wad of dollar bills in full view of the camera.
Cole nearly burst a blood vessel. "Did you see that?! Did you see that, King?! He paid him again! Right in front of us! That's not even subtle, this is a disgrace to WWE!"
Lawler shouted back. "I don't even have words, Cole! He's spitting in the face of this company, of these fans, of the entire United States Championship's history!"
Sandro then shoved the referee toward the ropes, ordering him out of the ring as if he were nothing more than hired help. With the official gone, Sandro climbed to his feet, lifting the United States Championship high above his head. The jeers grew louder, raining down on him like a storm.
Alexa slid into the ring, practically skipping with joy. She flung her arms around Sandro and planted a large kiss on his cheek as the crowd booed even harder. Wade, Drew, Ryback, and Big E stormed into the ring one by one, their faces lit up with triumph. They surrounded Sandro, patting him on the back, raising his arms, and pointing at the title belt he now held.
The Undisputed System stood united, basking in their ill gotten victory, reveling in the hatred of thousands. Alexa hugged Sandro tightly, whispering in his ear, while the men stood tall like an impenetrable wall around their leader.
Just when it seemed the night would close in utter despair, the arena lights shifted. A familiar theme song suddenly blared through the speakers.
"Are you ready?!"
The opening riff of D-Generation X's entrance music hit the sound system like a thunderclap.
The roof nearly blew off the building as the fans erupted into pure joy.
Cole and Lawler both leapt out of their seats, their voices cracking with sheer excitement.
Cole voice was filled with excitement. "No way! No way! Don't tell me, are we really about to see them?!"
Lawler equally the same. "It's fair now, Cole! The match is over, Sandro can't hide behind the referee anymore! If DX is really coming, the Undisputed System's about to get the fight of their lives!"
The Undisputed System froze in the ring, their victory celebration cut short. Sandro's smirk disappeared, his eyes narrowing as he quickly barked orders to his allies. Alexa stepped behind him, clutching his arm, while Wade, Drew, Big E, and Ryback formed a defensive line in front of their leader.
Sandro pointed toward the stage, shouting commands, his face twisted in a scowl. They weren't about to be blindsided, not after stealing the United States Championship into the fold of the Undisputed System.
The fans, however, were losing their minds. The arrival of DX felt like justice. The match might have ended in corruption, but the night wasn't over. Sandro raised his new championship belt defiantly toward the stage, shouting for DX to "come get it."
Soon the fans suddenly cheered loudly while Cole and Lawler were stunned by what they saw, their jaws practically hanging open. Out of nowhere, Triple H, Road Dogg, Billy Gunn, X-Pac, Tori, the retired Shawn Michaels, and Kofi Kingston came storming out from the crowd. The camera panned wildly, trying to catch every angle of this shocking invasion.
The sight of DX and Kofi marching together through the sea of fans was electric. They weren't coming down the ramp, they weren't waiting for an official entrance, they had chosen to take the fight straight through the people, the same people who were on their feet screaming at the top of their lungs.
The seven of them slid into the ring one by one, and within seconds, they stood shoulder to shoulder, a solid line of legends and defiance, right behind Sandro and the Undisputed System. The fans were in a frenzy, their cheers deafening, cameras flashing like fireworks, as if they were witnessing the second coming of rebellion itself.
Cole's voice cracked as he shouted over the noise. "King, can you believe this?! DX… Shawn Michaels, Triple H, the New Age Outlaws, X-Pac, Tori and even Kofi Kingston! They've come together, and they're right there, behind the Undisputed System!"
Lawler, equally shocked, added, "Sandro doesn't even know it yet, Cole! Look at him, he thinks he's still in control, but when he turns around… oh boy, when he turns around, he's gonna wish he hadn't won that title the way he did!"
Sandro was still barking orders at Drew, Ryback, Big E, and Wade, gesturing toward the stage, shouting at shadows. Alexa clung to his arm, but her eyes flickered nervously. Something was wrong. The roar of the crowd wasn't fading, it was building, growing louder and louder, a wave of anticipation that couldn't be ignored.
Finally, Sandro's instincts caught up with him. He narrowed his eyes, his smirk faltering. Slowly, cautiously, he turned his head… and then whipped his body around completely.
His face went pale.
Standing right there, just feet away, were Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Road Dogg, Billy Gunn, X-Pac, Tori, and Kofi Kingston, all lined up like a firing squad, staring daggers into the Undisputed System.
The fans exploded, the loudest reaction of the entire night. The camera zoomed in on Sandro's eyes widening in shock, his mouth opening slightly as he realized the trap had been sprung.
"Cole, look at him!" Lawler shouted. "He's terrified! He knows what's coming next!"
Panic set in instantly. Sandro whipped around, yelling frantically at his allies. "Turn around! Turn around, damn it!" His voice cracked with urgency. Alexa's grip tightened, and the Undisputed System spun on their heels, their victory celebration transforming into a fight for survival in an instant.
Triple H didn't waste a second. With a guttural roar, he charged forward and leveled Sandro with a clothesline that nearly turned him inside out. The fans erupted, the sound of justice ringing through every corner of the arena.
Shawn Michaels, despite being retired, threw himself into the fray, fists flying as if no time had passed since his last match, which literally wasas his last match was couple of weeks ago. Road Dogg and Billy Gunn pounced on Ryback and Big E, hammering them with fists, stomps, and double team maneuvers. X-Pac darted across the ring and collided with Wade Barrett, unleashing his signature kicks that drove Wade into the ropes.
Kofi, fueled by the injustice he'd witnessed all night, went straight for Drew McIntyre, hammering him with a flurry of punches and kicks. The crowd loved every second of it, chanting "KOFI! KOFI! KOFI!"
And Tori? She stormed across the ring and tackled Alexa Bliss to the ground, fists flying, hair-pulling, both women rolling around the mat in a furious catfight that had the crowd roaring in approval.
The scene was absolute chaos.
Cole screamed into his microphone, trying to be heard over the noise. "It's a brawl! It's pure bedlam inside the ring! DX and Kofi Kingston have declared war on the Undisputed System!"
Lawler was practically bouncing at the desk. "This is insane, Cole! This is what the fans wanted all night! Finally, some payback!"
For a moment, the Undisputed System managed to hold their ground. Drew McIntyre shook off Kofi's assault and hurled him into the corner with a thunderous Irish whip. Ryback muscled Road Dogg into the ropes and hit him with a brutal clothesline. Big E caught Billy Gunn mid punch and slammed him hard into the mat with a belly to belly suplex.
Even Sandro, recovering from Triple H's clothesline, fought back with desperation. He tackled Triple H into the corner, ramming his shoulder into his midsection repeatedly. His face was twisted with rage, his teeth bared, the United States Championship still clutched in his hand like a weapon.
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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, & 1x WWE United States Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0