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Owens and Pearce resumed their battle, this time near the ropes. Steen feigned a strike, then caught Pearce with a sudden superkick, sending him stumbling backward and over the top. Savanna announced it. "Adam Pearce has been eliminated!"
Bryan and Cesaro went back to war, exchanging strikes that left both men red chested and breathing hard. Cesaro attempted to press Bryan over his head, but Bryan slipped free, snapping a kick to the back of the knee, then another to the chest, sending Cesaro into the ropes.
Nakamura joined in, blasting Cesaro with a knee strike.
Bryan and Nakamura exchanged a brief glance, then worked together, heaving Cesaro over the top rope.
Savanna called it. "Cesaro has been eliminated!"
The crowd applauded the spectacle.
Bray Wyatt struck next, catching Bo Rotunda with Sister Abigail out of nowhere. He dragged him toward the ropes, smiling as he heaved him out.
"Bo Rotunda has been eliminated!" Savanna announced, the moment carrying an eerie undertone.
Aleister Black tried to square up with Wyatt, but Wyatt overwhelmed him with sheer size, driving him into the corner before hoisting and dumping him out.
"Aleister Black has been eliminated!" Savanna announced.
Roman Leakee charged Wyatt, the two colliding in a thunderous clash that shook the ring. They traded blows, neither man giving ground, until Kevin Owens charged in from behind and clipped Roman's leg.
Wyatt and Owens from there worked together just long enough to shove Roman over the ropes.
Savanna announced it. "Roman Leakee has been eliminated!"
The ring was thinning now, the stakes climbing higher with every elimination.
Christopher Daniels tried to springboard into the chaos, but Nakamura caught him mid air with a brutal knee strike, sending Daniels crashing to the mat.
Owens seeing the opportunity rushed in, grabbing Daniels and dumping him over the ropes.
Savanna's voice rang out. "Christopher Daniels has been eliminated!"
The crowd reacted with a mix of shock and appreciation.
Bryan turned, only to be blindsided by Bray Wyatt, who grabbed him by the head and drove him into the corner. Wyatt laughed, leaning close, whispering something unheard.
Owens attempted to capitalize, charging at Bryan, but Bryan exploded with kicks, backing Owens up.
Nakamura struck Bryan with a sudden forearm.
Bryan answered with a headbutt.
Wyatt flattened Nakamura with a clothesline.
The ring descended into chaos again.
Owens and Wyatt briefly squared off, tension crackling, but before either could make a move, Bryan flew in with a missile dropkick, sending Wyatt staggering.
Bryan followed with rapid kicks to Wyatt's chest, backing him toward the ropes.
Owens rushed in—
Bryan ducked—
Steen went over the top rope, clinging desperately.
Nakamura struck Steen's hands with a sharp kick.
Steen fell.
Savanna announced it. "Kevin Owens has been eliminated!"
The crowd erupted.
Wyatt roared and charged toward Bryan, but Bryan slipped aside, causing Wyatt to stumbled toward the ropes.
Nakamura then struck again.
Bryan joined in and so the two of them worked together, shoving Wyatt over the top.
Wyatt hung on, laughing—
Then Bryan kicked his hands.
Bray Wyatt hit the floor.
Savanna announced it. "Bray Wyatt has been eliminated!"
The arena shook.
The ring was down to two person now.
Daniel Bryan and Shinsuke Nakamura.
And yet, suddenly—
Undisputed System music hit.
The crowd exploded in confusion and outrage.
Then out come Dolph Ziggler, followed by Sandro who pat him on the shoulder form behind and the entire members of the Undisputed System alongside Paul Heyman.
Cole shot to his feet. "What the hell is this?!"
Ziggler marched down the ramp, smirking, flanked by Sandro Zhang and members of the Undisputed System. They then surrounded the ring while Sandro and Ziggler stand in the foot of the ramop with Heyman.
Josh was incredulous. "This isn't right! He's not in the match!"
Sandro climbed the apron, while shouting at ringside officials and referes, arguing with them.
Soon come out both Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn from the entrance, come in grown the ramp and arguing furiously with Sandro.
But Sandro pointed around the arena, gesturing to the officials and referees at ringside, "You didn't think I'd let this end without certainty, did you?" Sandro smirked. "I could cause kany injuries. Could causemuch chaos. Dusty. Steve. You don't want NXT without a champion… do you?"
Hearing that threat, both Dusty and Steve turned to look at each other, and slowly, reluctantly, under pressure, they allowed it and Ziggler slid into the ring, while Sandro and the Undisputed System then back off standing at the ramp, while Sandro keep arguing with Dusty and Steve who says he will get what's coming for him.
On the ring on the other hand, the battle royale continued.
Bryan stared daggers at Ziggler.
Nakamura circled.
Ziggler grinned.
Cole's voice cracked with fury as the camera caught Sandro who have get down of the apron and was now smirking at the middle of the ramp, arms folded, the Undisputed System members joined him standing like a wall behind him.
"This is disgusting," Cole snapped. "Absolutely disgusting. Sandro Zhang and the Undisputed System just strong armed the General Manager and the Commissioner of NXT into allowing this travesty!"
Josh didn't try to soften it. "They threatened the safety of officials, referees, and talent. Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn didn't agree because they wanted to, they agreed because they had to. And that is not what this brand was supposed to stand for."
The crowd let their feelings be known, a sustained roar of boos raining down as Ziggler rolled his shoulders in the ring, arms spread wide, soaking in the hatred like fuel.
He laughed, shaking his head, mocking the fans who moments ago believed they were about to witness a pure, definitive conclusion between two of the best wrestlers on the planet.
In the ring, Daniel Bryan and Shinsuke Nakamura stood on opposite sides, eyes locked not on each other, but on Dolph Ziggler.
There was no nod. No handshake. No words exchanged.
They didn't need them.
Years of instinct and respect spoke louder than anything verbal ever could.
Ziggler saw it too.
For the first time since stepping through the ropes, his grin faltered. His eyes flicked from Bryan to Nakamura, calculating, weighing escape routes. He raised his hands, backing up a step, talking trash he didn't quite believe himself.
Cole leaned forward. "Ziggler knows what's coming."
Josh agreed. "This is survival now."
Bryan moved first.
Nakamura moved with him.
They closed the distance at the same time, a pincer movement born not of friendship, but of shared purpose. Ziggler tried to slip between them, but Bryan cut him off with a blistering kick to the thigh while Nakamura cracked him across the chest with a sharp forearm.
Ziggler stumbled back into the ropes.
Bryan unleashed a flurry, kicks to the legs, the ribs, the chest, each one echoing through the arena. Nakamura followed with a knee to the midsection, doubling Ziggler over. The crowd erupted, every strike greeted with thunderous approval.
"This is what should be happening!" Cole shouted. "Justice in real time!"
Ziggler dropped to a knee, covering up, trying to weather the storm. Bryan grabbed him by the wrist, yanked him up, and fired a European uppercut that snapped Ziggler's head back. Nakamura spun in with a low kick that sent Ziggler crashing to the mat.
The fans rose to their feet.
Bryan and Nakamura looked at each other again, and for a split second, the agreement held.
They each grabbed an arm.
Together, they hauled Ziggler toward the ropes.
Ziggler panicked.
He lashed out wildly, catching Nakamura with a thumb to the eye, legal, dirty, effective. Nakamura recoiled just enough for Ziggler to twist free and rake Bryan's eyes, driving a knee into Bryan's gut before scrambling away.
Josh growled. "There it is. Ziggler doing what Ziggler does best."
Ziggler rolled to the apron, using the ropes to steady himself, breathing hard. Bryan wiped his eyes, furious, and charged.
Ziggler dropped down.
Bryan nearly went over, stopping himself at the last second, his boots dangling inches from disaster. Nakamura rushed in, but Ziggler popped up and drove a shoulder into Nakamura's ribs, snapping him back against the turnbuckle.
Ziggler slid back into the ring, momentum swinging.
He didn't celebrate. He attacked.
Ziggler exploded with a dropkick to Bryan's knee, sending him crashing down. He followed with a jumping elbow drop, then immediately turned and caught Nakamura with a sudden neckbreaker that spiked him onto the canvas.
Cole was incredulous. "Ziggler just turned the tables in seconds!"
Ziggler popped to his feet, hair wild, eyes burning. He stomped Bryan repeatedly, then dragged Nakamura up by the arm and whipped him into the corner. Nakamura hit hard, chest first, and Ziggler followed with a running splash that crushed the air from his lungs.
Ziggler wasn't done.
He grabbed Bryan, tried to dump him over the ropes—
But Bryan fought back, his elbows flying, catching Ziggler under the chin. Bryan fired up, unleashing rapid kicks again, backing Ziggler into the center of the ring.
"Kick! Kick! Kick!" chanted the crowd.
Bryan went for a running knee—
Ziggler sidestepped.
Bryan flew past, nearly colliding with Nakamura, who barely ducked in time. Ziggler seized the opening, hooking up Bryan from behind and snapping him down with a Zig Zag that rattled the ring.
The crowd gasped.
Josh shouted, "That came out of nowhere!"
Ziggler crawled toward Bryan, trying to muscle him up and out. Bryan fought desperately, hooking the ropes with his arms, refusing to be eliminated.
Nakamura rose behind Ziggler.
Ziggler turned —
Too late.
Nakamura cracked him with a brutal knee to the jaw, then another to the ribs. Ziggler staggered. Nakamura grabbed him, spinning him around with a snap suplex, then followed with a sliding knee that sent Ziggler rolling toward the ropes again.
Nakamura grabbed Ziggler's arm, eyes blazing, and dragged him up.
He charged —
Bryan flew in from the side with a missile dropkick, blasting both men off their feet.
All three were down.
The crowd was electric.
"This is unreal!" Cole yelled. "This is what an inaugural championship should look like!"
Slowly, all three men pulled themselves up using the ropes, exhaustion etched into every movement. Sweat dripped. Chests heaved. No one looked ready to quit.
Bryan and Nakamura locked eyes again.
The unspoken agreement flickered.
Then shattered.
Bryan struck first.
A kick to Nakamura's leg.
Nakamura answered with a forearm.
They traded strikes, faster and faster, a furious exchange of skill and pride. Ziggler watched from the corner, eyes darting, waiting.
Bryan landed a headbutt.
Nakamura rocked back, then fired a knee that nearly decapitated Bryan.
Bryan collapsed into the ropes.
Ziggler saw his chance.
He sprinted across the ring and clotheslined Nakamura over the top rope.
Nakamura grabbed the ropes, hanging on, feet scraping the apron.
Bryan lunged, trying to save him—
Ziggler stomped Bryan's hand.
Bryan cried out, losing his grip.
Ziggler struck Nakamura's hands with a sharp kick.
Nakamura fell.
Savanna's voice cut through the chaos.
"Shinsuke Nakamura has been eliminated!"
The arena exploded with shock.
Nakamura sat on the floor for a moment, staring at the ring, disbelief on his face. Slowly, he rose, nodding once, accepting the moment, then turned and walked up the ramp, head high, the crowd applauding his effort despite the heartbreak.
Josh said quietly, "What a performance. What a loss."
Now it was down to two.
Daniel Bryan.
Dolph Ziggler.
Bryan pushed himself up, eyes blazing, rage and determination burning through the pain. Ziggler leaned back in the corner, breathing hard, smirking again now that the odds had shifted.
The crowd was split between thunderous "THIS IS AWESOME!" chants and deafening boos.
Bryan charged.
Ziggler countered with a drop toe hold, sending Bryan face first into the turnbuckle. Ziggler followed with a flurry of stomps, then dragged Bryan toward the ropes, trying to end it.
Bryan fought with everything he had, elbows, kicks, refusing to go.
Bryan slipped free, rolled through, and locked Ziggler into the LeBell Lock in the center of the ring.
The crowd lost its mind.
Ziggler screamed, clawing at the mat, dragging himself inch by inch toward the ropes. His fingers brushed the bottom rope—
Bryan seeing that rolled through, pulling him back.
Ziggler twisted, flailing, finally slipping free by raking Bryan's eyes again.
Cole shouted angrily, "How many times is he going to get away with that?!"
Ziggler staggered to his feet.
Bryan charged for the running knee —
Ziggler caught him mid motion and turned him around.
Zig Zag.
Bryan collapsed, motionless.
The building froze.
Ziggler didn't hesitate.
He grabbed Bryan by the arm, dragged his limp body toward the ropes, and with a final heave, dumped him over the top rope.
Bryan hit the floor.
Savanna raised her voice, the moment historic.
"Daniel Bryan has been eliminated!"
The bell rang.
DING DING DING!
The reaction was nuclear.
Booing poured down like a storm.
Savanna took a breath before delivering the moment that would define NXT forever. "Here is your winner… and the FIRST EVER… NXT CHAMPION… DOLPH ZIGGLER!"
Ziggler dropped to his knees, laughing, arms spread wide, basking in the chaos.
Cole's voice was heavy. "I don't like it. I don't have to like it. But it's official."
Josh sighed. "Sandro promised this outcome. And he delivered."
Before the referee could even retrieve the championship, Sandro Zhang stormed down the ramp. He yanked the NXT Championship off the pedestal himself, brushing past the official, and slid into the ring.
He knelt in front of Ziggler, placed the title into his hands, and nodded approvingly.
"You did good," Sandro said, smiling.
Ziggler rose, championship raised high, as the Undisputed System flooded the ring alongside Paul Heyman, celebrating, laughing, taunting the crowd.
Outside the ring, Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn stood fuming, helpless as Bryan and Nakamura slowly made their way up the ramp, joining them, frustration written on all their faces.
The fans chanted in unison.
"ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!"
Sandro laughed, soaking it in, gold gleaming all around him.
Cole closed the night, voice solemn. "Love them or hate them… the Undisputed System now holds all the power. Every one of them has gold. Dolph Ziggler is the inaugural NXT Champion. Sandro Zhang kept his word. This is the most dominant faction this industry has ever seen… and NXT now like WWE may never be the same before they even start."
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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
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner, 1x Mr. Money In The Bank, & Youngest WWE Champion
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0