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The Game barked curses, pointing at Sandro, trying to shove past the official. Meanwhile, Sandro just leaned back into his corner, smirking, his eyes glinting with sadistic delight at the chaos he'd just created. He tapped the side of his head mockingly, mouthing, "Smart. Smarter than you."
The referee managed to calm Triple H enough to get him back into his corner. Breathing hard, The Game finally nodded, forcing himself to wait for the bell. The ref then turned, approached Sandro, and extended his hand. Sandro reluctantly handed over the United States Championship, his sneer never fading, even as he shoved it into the referee's chest.
The ref then held it aloft in the center of the ring, turning to each side so the fans and the lumberjacks could see the gleaming gold. The entire arena buzzed with electricity, thousands of people screaming themselves hoarse as the most despised champion in the company and one of the greatest legends of all time stood on opposite sides of the ring.
Finally, the ref handed the belt off to the ringside crew, checked both men one last time, and then signaled for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The arena shook as the bell rang, and instantly the tension became unbearable. Triple H and Sandro circled one another, eyes locked, the electricity bouncing between them like a live wire. The crowd was deafening, chants of "TRI-PLE H! TRI-PLE H!" battling with boos hurled at the United States Champion.
Cole's voice cut through the storm. "This is it, King! This is what the WWE Universe has been waiting for, Triple H finally one on one with Sandro, the United States Championship on the line, and nowhere to run in a lumberjack match!"
Lawler, his tone edged with disgust, added. "Yeah, Cole, no Alexa, no Drew, no Ryback, no Big E, and no Wade Barrett to bail him out. It's Sandro and The Game, and tonight, maybe the Undisputed System finally gets what they deserve."
Inside the ring, the two finally locked up in a classic collar and elbow tie up. Triple H immediately shoved Sandro backward, powering him into the turnbuckle with sheer strength. The ref stepped in to force the break, but Sandro smirked even as he raised his hands innocently, mouthing, "Too easy."
Triple H didn't flinch. He stepped back, rolled his neck, and charged forward again. Another tie up, and again The Game muscled Sandro back, this time shoving him flat on his backside to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers as Sandro quickly scrambled to his feet, his smirk fading for just a moment.
Cole shouted. "The Game's power on full display! That's why he's a 13 time world champion, King!"
Sandro adjusted his jaw, paced a circle, then lunged in with a cheap kick to the gut. Triple H doubled slightly, and Sandro followed up with stiff right hands, pounding The Game back into the corner. The crowd booed furiously as the champion unloaded a barrage of shots, stomping Triple H down into a seated position.
The referee counted, "One! Two! Three! Four!" and Sandro finally backed away at the last second, arms raised, smirking again.
Lawler nearly barked into his headset. "Look at that arrogance! He's flaunting the rules already!"
But as Sandro strutted away, Triple H exploded out of the corner where he stood up and hit Sandro with a clothesline that nearly took his head off. The crowd roared as Sandro hit the mat hard, clutching his jaw.
Triple H wasted no time, dragging him up and slamming him face first into the turnbuckle, then hammering down with heavy rights. Each blow echoed through the arena like a gunshot, the fans counting along, "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!"
Sandro stumbled forward, dazed, and Triple H scooped him up before driving him down with a stiff spinebuster in the center of the ring. The Game hooked the leg.
One! Two! Kickout!
Sandro kicked out just in time, and the crowd groaned with anticipation.
Cole's voice was nearly shaking with excitement. "Early nearfall for The Game! If Sandro thought this was going to be easy, he just got a rude awakening!"
Triple H pulled Sandro up by the hair, but the champion raked his eyes, breaking free. The referee scolded him, but Sandro ignored it, drilling a dropkick right to Triple H's knee, chopping the big man down. The boos poured in again as Sandro targeted the left knee, stomping and twisting it with sadistic precision.
Lawler shouted. "Oh no, Cole, this is smart strategy , I hate to admit it, but Sandro knows if he takes out The Game's legs, he takes away his power game and the pedigree out of the equation!"
Sandro grabbed Triple H's ankle, twisted it into the mat, then leapt up and dropped all his weight across the knee. Triple H roared in pain, clutching his leg as Sandro smirked, pointing at his temple again to taunt the fans.
The crowd chanted, "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!" but Sandro only laughed, twisting Triple H into a single leg Boston crab. He wrenched back viciously, sitting deep on the spine, bending the knee at an awful angle.
The Game clawed at the mat, trying to drag himself toward the ropes. The lumberjacks at ringside pounded the apron, urging him on, the babyfaces chanting for him, the heels mocking him. Finally, Triple H stretched his arm and grabbed the bottom rope, forcing the break.
But Sandro didn't let go right away. He leaned back harder, wrenching for an extra four seconds before finally releasing at the referee's count of "Four!" The boos were deafening.
Cole exploded. "Come on! That's blatant disrespect for the rules! Get him out of there!"
Triple H pulled himself up using the ropes, limping slightly, but Sandro charged. The Game sidestepped, and Sandro went flying over the top rope to the floor.
The crowd erupted as the lumberjacks swarmed. Kofi Kingston, and DX members X-Pac, Billy Gunn, and Road Dogg, descended on Sandro, stomping him down mercilessly. Before then they hurled him back under the bottom rope as the fans cheered wildly.
Lawler was laughing. "Finally! That's what Sandro deserves, Cole! He can't run tonight!"
Triple H was waiting, hammering Sandro with more right hands, then whipping him hard into the ropes. Sandro rebounded, and Triple H caught him with a huge high knee to the jaw. The crowd popped as Sandro crumpled, and The Game hooked the leg again.
One! Two! Kickout!
Sandro barely kicked out, clutching his ribs, glaring at the referee as though blaming him for the count.
The match rolled on with momentum swinging back and forth. Triple H tried to lock in a Figure Four, but Sandro kicked him away, sending The Game stumbling into the ropes. Seizing the opening, Sandro exploded forward with a running huge pump kick that hit Triple H right on the face. The Game collapsed to the mat, and Sandro dove for the cover.
One! Two! Kickout!
Triple H powered out, and the arena came alive with relief.
Cole shouted. "Nearfall after nearfall, King! This is turning into a war!"
The fight spilled outside again when Sandro ducked a clothesline and pulled the top rope down, sending Triple H tumbling to the floor. Immediately those who were heel wrestlers swarmed him, Jack Swagger, Cody Rhodes, and Carlito, stomping and punching Triple H viciously while the crowd booed furiously. DX and Kofi sprinted around the ring, and brawled with the heels, and chaos erupted on the outside as face and heel wrestlers takes on each other.
The ref leaned over the ropes, shouting for order as fists flew. Amid the melee, Sandro slid out, grabbed Triple H, and rammed him spine first into the barricade. He then grabbed a handful of water bottles from the timekeeper's area, tossing them at fans just to rile them up, before dragging The Game back into the ring.
Lawler yelled. "Come on, ref! Do your job! Sandro's manipulating this whole match!"
Back inside, Sandro slowed things down, wrenching Triple H into a headlock, grinding him down on the mat. He shouted into the hard cam, "This is YOUR hero? PATHETIC!" as the boos cascaded down.
The crowd clapped rhythmically, building Triple H back up. Slowly, The Game rose to his knees, then to his feet, hammering Sandro with elbows to the ribs. He then broke free, hit the ropes, and leveled Sandro with a clothesline. Then another. Then a facebuster knee smash that dropped the champion like a stone.
The arena exploded in cheers as Triple H stalked Sandro, waiting for him to rise. When Sandro rise, he kicked him in the gut, setting it up for the Pedigree! The fans lost their minds, screaming, "DO IT! DO IT!"
But Sandro twisted free at the last second, shoving Triple H backward into the referee. The official crumpled in the corner, dazed. The crowd erupted in boos as Sandro smirked, realizing his opportunity.
Cole was shouting. "Oh no! The referees down! This is the worst case scenario, King!"
Sandro immediately rolled outside, managing to grab a steel chair from under the ring while the ringside was still in chaos. The boos were nuclear as he slid back inside, chair in hand, stalking Triple H.
The Game, barely on his feet, turned around, Sandro swung that steel chair with everything he had, the metal ringing through the air like a gunshot, but Triple H ducked at the very last second.
The crack of steel echoed as the chair smacked against the top rope and ricocheted back into Sandro's own face! The crowd erupted in unison, screaming so loud the building practically shook. Sandro staggered backward, dazed, clutching his jaw, the chair slipping from his fingers.
Cole's voice was electric. "He missed him! Sandro's arrogance just backfired! This could be it, King! This could be the opening The Game has been waiting for!"
Triple H, groggy but fueled by the adrenaline of 15,000 screaming fans, snatched the chair from the mat. The crowd came alive, stomping and chanting, "USE IT! USE IT!" But just as he raised it high, the referee, half conscious, crawling on his knees, caught sight of the chair.
Even in his dazed state, he shouted at The Game, waving his hands, warning him. Triple H growled, glaring at Sandro writhing on the canvas, but after a long, tense beat, he tossed the chair aside. The crowd booed at first but quickly shifted into cheers of respect.
Lawler jumped in. "That's why he's The Game, Cole! Triple H doesn't need shortcuts to beat this punk, he's gonna do it the right way!"
Cole replied hotly, "Meanwhile Sandro's been breaking every rule in the book! I hope he finally gets what's coming to him tonight!"
Triple H dragged Sandro up by the hair, his face twisted with fury. He hammered him with another series of right hands, each one snapping Sandro's head back like a ragdoll. The crowd counted along again "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!" before Triple H paused, glaring at the fans, and then ten came down like a hammer, dropping Sandro flat on the mat.
Sandro tried to crawl away, but Triple H wasn't done. He grabbed him by the wrist, whipped him hard into the corner, and followed with a massive running clothesline that nearly folded the champion in half. Sandro staggered forward, eyes glazed, and The Game scooped him up and planted him with another spinebuster that shook the ring. Triple H fell on top for the cover.
One! Two! No!
Sandro barely got the shoulder up, his body twitching like he was running on pure instinct. The fans groaned in frustration, hands clutching their heads, while Triple H sat up, shaking his head in disbelief. He pounded the mat once, twice, then raised his hands in the air, signaling for it. The crowd went insane as he hooked Sandro's arms, ready to deliver the Pedigree.
Cole screamed, "This is it, King! If he hits this, it's over!"
But Sandro, with sheer desperation, collapsed his body, wriggling through Triple H's legs and shoving him forward. The Game stumbled into the ropes, and as he turned back BAM! Sandro hit a jumping enzuigiri out of nowhere! The sudden crack of boot to skull silenced the crowd in shock. Triple H collapsed like a tree, and Sandro fell across him for the pin.
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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