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"Edge just won't stop!" Lawler yelled. "How is Big Show still standing?!" Edge saw his opening. He backed up, eyes blazing, hair hanging in his face, jaw clenched. The fans knew what was coming and rose to their feet as one.
"SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!"
Edge exploded forward—
Big Show swung his arm—
Edge ducked, bounced off the ropes again, building speed—
Big Show turned—
SPEAR!
But at the very last moment, Big Show shifted his weight, absorbing part of the impact, stumbling backward instead of falling. Edge crashed into him and both men hit the mat, but Big Show rolled through and pushed himself up first.
Edge tried to crawl toward him—
Big Show grabbed him by the throat.
The arena gasped.
Edge kicked, flailed, hammering Big Show's arm, but the champion held firm this time. He lifted Edge high into the air—
CHOKESLAM!
The ring shook violently.
Big Show collapsed onto Edge, hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
TH, NO! EDGE KICKED OUT AGAIN!
The crowd erupted into sheer disbelief.
"No! NO!" Lawler shouted. "This is insane!"
Big Show sat up slowly, staring down at Edge, sweat pouring off his face, frustration etched deep into his expression. He leaned forward, hands on his knees, breathing hard, then nodded to himself.
Enough.
Big Show dragged Edge up by the arm. Edge barely stood, legs rubbery, eyes unfocused. Big Show shoved him into the corner and crushed him with another massive splash, then backed up a few steps.
Big Show raised his right arm.
The crowd reacted instantly, buzzing with anticipation.
"Uh oh," Striker said. "You know that signal."
Big Show cocked his fist, loading up.
Edge slumped forward, then suddenly burst out of the corner, desperation fueling him. He charged, ducked under Big Show's swing, and hit the ropes at full speed.
SPEAR!
Edge connected clean this time, driving Big Show down with everything he had left. Both men crashed to the mat, the crowd exploding at the impact.
Edge rolled, arm draped over Big Show.
ONE!
TWO!
Big Show powered out at the last possible instant.
The roar was deafening.
Edge lay there, eyes wide, disbelief washing over his face. He rolled onto his back, staring at the lights, chest heaving. Slowly, painfully, he rolled to his knees and then to his feet, using the ropes to steady himself.
"You can see it in Edge's eyes," Cole said. "He knows he was that close."
Edge turned back toward Big Show, who was dragging himself up using the opposite ropes. Edge wiped sweat from his eyes and nodded.
One more.
Edge backed into the corner again, crouching low, pounding the mat as the crowd chanted along.
"SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!"
Big Show turned, barely upright.
Edge exploded forward for the kill—
But Big Show timed it perfectly.
At the exact moment Edge lunged, Big Show stepped into it and threw his right fist with everything he had left.
WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!
The impact was brutal and sudden. Edge's head snapped back, his body going limp mid motion as he collapsed to the mat like he'd been shot.
The arena fell silent for half a second… then erupted.
"Oh my GOD!" Cole screamed. "HE CAUGHT HIM! HE CAUGHT HIM DEAD ON!"
Big Show fell forward, draping himself over Edge, barely able to move but forcing his arm over the challenger's chest.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rang.
DING! DING! DING!
The Allstate Arena erupted into a mixture of cheers and stunned applause.
Tony Chimel's voice cut through the noise. "Here is your winner… AND STILL… WWE CHAMPION… THEEE BIIIG SHOOOOWWW!"
Big Show rolled off Edge and lay flat on his back, staring up at the lights, chest heaving, arms spread wide. The referee retrieved the WWE Championship and brought it over, knelt beside him and gently placing it on Big Show's chest.
Big Show slowly sat up, wrapping an arm around the title, relief and exhaustion written all over his face. He pushed himself to his feet with the ropes and raised the championship high as the crowd roared.
Cole's voice was filled with respect. "What a war. What a main event. Edge gave everything he had."
Lawler nodded. "You don't lose anything in a match like that. Edge proved why he's one of the best ever."
Striker added quietly, "And Big Show proved why he's still champion."
Edge stirred on the mat, rolling onto his side, blinking, clearly out of it. The referee checked on him as Big Show stood in the corner, holding the title high, soaking in the moment.
And then—
CULT OF PERSONALITY blasted through the speakers.
The reaction was nuclear.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The cheers turned to pure venom as Sandro Zhang's music echoed through the arena.
"Oh no," Cole said immediately. "Oh hell no."
Lawler lost it. "You've got to be kidding me!"
Striker's voice was sharp with disgust. "He can't be serious."
The camera cut to the entrance… but Sandro wasn't there.
"WHERE IS HE?!" Lawler shouted.
The crowd roared even louder as movement erupted in the stands.
Big E and Ryback suddenly jumped the barricade from opposite sides, storming toward the ring. The fans screamed in outrage as the two powerhouses slid under the ropes.
Big Show barely had time to turn—
Big E caught him from behind, smashing him with a massive forearm.
Ryback followed with a brutal clothesline that sent the champion crashing to the mat.
The boos were deafening.
"THIS IS DISGUSTING!" Cole yelled. "NOT LIKE THIS!"
Big Show tried to sit up—
Big E hauled him to his feet and drove him down with a thunderous Big Ending.
Ryback immediately followed with a crushing Shell Shocked, slamming Big Show to the canvas again.
Edge, still dazed, tried to crawl toward the corner, but Ryback stomped him down, dragging him out of the way and tossing him under the bottom rope like discarded debris.
The crowd was furious.
"Somebody stop this!" Lawler screamed. "Where is security?!"
Then the rest of them emerged from the crowd.
Chris Jericho, Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Dolph Ziggler, Alexa Bliss, and Paul Heyman, other than Ziggler and Heyman, each was holding gold, surrounding the ring like vultures. Sandro stepped through last, calm, composed, a smug smile on his face as the arena drowned him in hatred.
Heyman stood beside him, clutching the MITB briefcase in hand, like a holy relic.
"This makes me sick," Striker said. "This is a hostile takeover."
Sandro stepped up onto the apron and entered the ring slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on the fallen Big Show. Big E and Ryback backed away, creating space.
Heyman handed Sandro the briefcase.
Sandro looked down at Big Show… then at Edge… then out at the crowd.
He smirked.
Sandro turned to the referee and handed him the briefcase.
"I'M CASHING IN."
The referee's eyes widened.
The arena exploded in rage.
BOOOOOOOOOOO!
Cole completely lost it. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! AFTER EVERYTHING BIG SHOW JUST WENT THROUGH?!"
"This is a damn ambush!" Lawler shouted. "He's not even standing!"
The referee took the briefcase and handed it to the timekeeper's area, then turned and motioned to Justin Roberts to announce it as Sandro is cashing in.
Roberts hesitated, looking out at the chaos, then raised the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, his voice shaking slightly, "Sandro Zhang is CASHING IN his Money in the Bank contract!"
The crowd rained down pure venom.
Big Show tried to push himself up, shaking his head, still dazed, still hurting, but the storm was far from over.
The referee hesitated for just a fraction of a second, taking in the carnage scattered around the ring, Edge barely conscious on the floor, Big Show flat on his back, the Undisputed System lurking like wolves just beyond the ropes. Then professionalism took over.
He raised his arm.
And he called for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The sound hit the arena like a gunshot.
The crowd exploded in fury.
BOOOOOOOOOOO!
"This is actually happening," Cole said, his voice tight with disbelief. "This is a nightmare."
Big E and Ryback backed away as ordered, stepping through the ropes and dropping down to the floor, though they lingered close, looming threats in human form. The rest of the Undisputed System remained at ringside, their presence oppressive, unavoidable.
Sandro stood in the center of the ring, rolling his shoulders once, loosening his neck, the same calm expression on his face as if this were just another calculated step in a long plan finally reaching its end.
He adjusted the glove on his hand, then slowly approached Big Show, who was barely moving, chest rising in heavy, uneven breaths.
Sandro crouched beside him, leaning in close so only the champion could hear him.
"Don't do this the hard way," Sandro said quietly, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "Stay down. Let me finish it quick. You've already done enough damage to yourself tonight."
Big Show stirred.
Slowly, painfully, he rolled onto his side, then pushed himself up onto one knee. The arena began to stir, the boos fading into a rumbling anticipation as the giant refused to stay down.
Lawler's voice cracked with emotion. "Big Show has nothing left. This man should be in a hospital right now."
Big Show dragged in a deep breath, then another. His face was slick with sweat, eyes glassy but burning with defiance. He looked up at Sandro, towering even on his knees, and for a long moment, they locked eyes.
The crowd held its breath.
Then Big Show leaned forward.
And spat.
The spit hit Sandro square in the chest.
For half a second, the arena didn't know how to react, then it erupted.
The fans exploded into cheers, a raw, defiant roar tearing through the building.
"YES!" Cole shouted. "YES! THAT'S WHAT A CHAMPION DOES!"
Lawler almost laughed through the tension. "He may be beaten, but Big Show is not broken!"
Striker's tone was admiring, but fearful. "I respect that... but he might've just signed his own death warrant."
Sandro froze.
He looked down at the spit on his chest… then slowly raised his head.
The smirk was gone.
In its place was something cold. Something sharp.
Sandro took one step back.
Then another.
And then he exploded forward.
SUPERKICK!
The sound was sickening. Sandro's boot cracked against Big Show's jaw, snapping his head back violently. The giant's massive frame tipped sideways and crashed onto the canvas, limbs sprawled, completely flat.
The cheers died instantly, swallowed by a tidal wave of boos.
BOOOOOOOOOOO!
"DAMN IT!" Lawler yelled. "He didn't have to do that!"
Sandro stood over him, chest heaving now, anger flashing in his eyes. He shook out his leg once, then turned and looked toward the corner.
And then he did something no one expected.
Sandro climbed.
The crowd buzzed with confused outrage as Sandro scaled the turnbuckles, steady and balanced, rising higher and higher until he stood perched at the top rope, silhouetted against the lights.
"What is he doing?" Cole asked, disbelief heavy in his voice. "Usually Sandro doesn't go up there?!"
Striker's eyes widened. "He's not known for this. But he's trying to make a statement."
Sandro steadied himself.
Then he leapt.
SHOOTING STAR SPLASH!
Time seemed to freeze as Sandro rotated through the air, his body perfectly aligned before crashing down onto Big Show's chest in a breathtaking display of athleticism. The impact rattled the ring, the canvas bouncing under the combined force.
The crowd gasped… then booed louder than ever.
"That's just showing off!" Lawler snapped. "That's unnecessary!"
Sandro rolled off, breathing hard, sweat pouring now, but the fire in his eyes burning brighter than ever. He wiped his face, then dragged himself back to his feet.
Big Show didn't move.
Sandro reached down and grabbed the giant by the head, grunting as he pulled, muscle straining as he tried to lift nearly five hundred pounds of dead weight. The crowd buzzed again as Big Show was hauled, inch by inch, back up to a kneeling position in the center of the ring.
"This is unreal," Cole said quietly. "The heart it takes just to get him up."
Sandro took a step back, catching his breath. Big Show swayed on his knees, head hanging, completely spent.
Sandro turned.
He hit the ropes hard, boots pounding the canvas as he built speed. He rebounded once… twice…
And then—
LAST NOTE!
Sandro's elbow smashed into the back of Big Show's head and neck, snapping inward, then whipping outward with brutal precision. The impact jolted Big Show forward, his massive body collapsing face first onto the mat like a fallen monument.
The sound of the boos was deafening.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
"Oh no," Striker said softly. "No…"
Sandro dropped down, draping himself across Big Show's chest, hooking the leg with everything he had left.
The referee slid into position.
ONE!
The crowd screamed.
TWO!
Fans leapt to their feet, hands on heads, some pleading, some shouting, some already furious.
THREE!
The referee's hand hit the mat.
DING! DING! DING!
It was over.
For a split second, the arena was stunned into silence.
Then all hell broke loose.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Justin Roberts' voice trembled as he forced the words out over the chaos. "Here is your winner… AND NEWWWWW… WWE CHAMPION… SANNNNNNDROOOO ZHAAANG!"
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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, & 1x WWE Champion (NEW)
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner & 1x Mr. Money In The Bank
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0