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Sandro kept one eye on the monitor and one eye on the internal countdown in his head. When the 13th entrant had run down the ramp and joined the chaos in the ring, Sandro leaned toward his family and girlfriends. "Gotta hit the restroom real quick," he whispered.
April nodded. "Hurry back. You'll miss the big ones."
He left the suite, pulse quickening.
He made his way through private corridors and back toward Gorilla Position.
There, gathered around monitors and equipment, were Stephanie, Vince, and a cluster of producers and creative team.
He stepped into the Gorilla position. Stephanie saw him first.
"There he is," she smiled.
Sandro pulled off his windbreaker and cap, revealing the full entrance gear beneath. His long coat shimmered in the low backstage light. He pulled on the coat, smoothed it out, and rolled his neck. He then cleaned his face with a water bottle that Stephanie handled, before drying his face with a towel.
Heads turned. Murmurs swept through the producers and creative team members. Some were in disbelief. Some were in shock. As they don't know about this until this very last second.
"Oh my god! This is such a big surprise!" one of them muttered, exhilarated by what he saw.
Vince looked at him and nodded once.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Then let's change the game.".
The countdown on the screens reached 10.
Everyone in Gorilla could hear the fans begin to chant along.
"TEN!"
"NINE!"
"EIGHT!"
Stephanie touched Sandro's shoulder. "Make them remember this forever."
"SEVEN!"
"SIX!"
Vince sitting at his seat, crossed his arms, eyes fixed on the monitor.
"FIVE!"
"FOUR!"
Sandro tries to relieve the nerves inside him.
"THREE!"
"TWO!"
"ONE!"
The horn blasted through the arena.
And then it happened.
The opening guitar riff of "Cult of Personality" tore through the speakers.
The crowd that heard that immediately exploded with nuclear heat.
A mix of deafening cheers and visceral boos. Confusion and recognition.
Then the titantron lit up. "SANDRO ZHANG."
The arena shook.
Sandro took one deep breath, stepped past the curtain, and out onto the entrance ramp to the cheers and boos of the fans.
He paused there, letting the chaos wash over him. The sea of signs, the flash of cameras and phones, the sheer heat radiating from tens of thousands of fans all screaming his name, for better or worse.
The smirk tugged at his lips.
They knew who he was.
Meanwhile, at the commentary desk, Michael Cole, Jerry "The King" Lawler, and Matt Striker were already halfway out of their seats when the first chords of "Cult of Personality" hit. The arena lights flashed in time with the music, pyros exploded along the stage, and the fans absolutely erupted, half in joy, half in fury.
"No way! No way! Is this real!?" Michael Cole shouted over the noise, headset almost crackling. "Is this actually happening?!"
"That's Sandro Zhang!" Striker cried, practically leaping from his chair. "The hottest free agent in wrestling, possibly ever! The man who has terrorized every promotion he's part of, he's here, he's in WWE, he's in the Rumble!"
"Look at this crowd! They're losing their minds!" Lawler added, eyes wide. "And listen to this reaction! It's nuclear!"
On the ramp, Sandro stood tall with his arms stretched out, absorbing the unrelenting storm of sound. A wall of pyros detonated behind him in bright succession, painting him in flame and shadow. The name "SANDRO ZHANG" blazed on the titantron above him.
He was everything the audience remembered and everything they feared.
Sandro slowly began his walk toward the ring, removing his long, shimmering coat with each deliberate step. His eyes scanned the ring, every movement precise, every breath measured.
"This is brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Cole leaned in, smirking as he looked into the camera. "The first smart move Sandro has made in his debut, take your time, survey the chaos, pick your moment. That's why he's the most dangerous free agent in our industry today."
Inside the ring, chaos reigned. Triple H was fending off Chris Masters. Kane stood unmovable, striking at both Rey Mysterio and Cody Rhodes, while John Morrison ducked between the ropes to evade elimination. CM Punk crouched in the corner, watching everyone.
As Sandro reached the ringside, he handed his coat to a ringside assistant without breaking stride. He slid into the ring under the bottom rope, stood up, cracked his neck, and shrugged as the superstars inside stared at him.
Everyone paused for a brief second.
Then, as per the script, Sandro turned and blasted Finlay with a vicious forearm. Finlay staggered back toward the ropes, and Sandro wasted no time. He spun, ran the ropes, and smashed a pinpoint superkick into Finlay's jaw.
Finlay toppled backward over the top rope.
ELIMINATION: FINLAY
The crowd popped as Sandro stood tall and had his first elimination in his belt at the Royal Rumble.
But not for long.
From behind, CM Punk sprang forward and slammed Sandro with a clubbing blow to the back. Sandro stumbled forward, turning to engage, but Punk was all over him, throwing jabs and forearms as the two began to brawl in the middle of the ring.
Elsewhere, Triple H caught Chris Masters with a spinebuster, then hurled him up and over the top rope.
ELIMINATION: CHRIS MASTERS
Kane, meanwhile, had both Rey Mysterio and Cody Rhodes cornered, hammering away with lefts and rights. But both men were quick, dodging, ducking, and retaliating with stiff kicks and sudden counters. Kane roared but held his ground, a wall of destruction.
And then the countdown began.
10…
9…
The crowd joined in, stomping their feet, counting with each beat.
8… 7… 6…
"We're not even halfway through!" Lawler yelled. "This Royal Rumble is already insane!"
5… 4… 3…
"Who's next?!" Striker asked.
2… 1…
BZZZZZZZZZZZ!
The horn blasted.
And out stepped MVP to a loud pop.
"Business is picking up again!" Cole yelled, pretending to scowl. "Great, here comes the people's favorite."
MVP jogged to the ring with focused energy, slapping a few hands before sliding inside. He immediately went after Cody Rhodes, landing a series of punches before catching him with a beautiful overhead belly to belly suplex.
Meanwhile, Sandro had recovered from Punk's ambush, and the two were locked in a tight back and forth. Punk tried for a GTS early, but Sandro slipped out, spun around, and launched a brutal back elbow into Punk's jaw. Punk staggered, and Sandro followed with a snap DDT.
Triple H and Kane faced off in the middle of the ring as the crowd surged with anticipation. Two titans, toe to toe. They traded blows in the center of the ring, neither giving an inch.
Rey used the momentary distraction to hit a springboard dropkick on Kane's back, while Morrison dove onto MVP with a crossbody.
Every part of the ring was alive now, bodies crashing, alliances forming and breaking in seconds.
Michael Cole kept talking, almost in awe. "Look at Sandro! He's commanding attention without even trying. It's like the match revolves around him."
Striker nodded. "That's what happens when you've got presence. Say what you want about his tactics, Sandro changes the room the moment he walks in."
Sandro turned back to Punk, looking for more, when suddenly Kane whipped Rey into him. Rey ducked low, and Sandro instinctively caught him in a waistlock, then used the momentum to spin Rey toward Punk, sending both men crashing into each other.
Triple H took advantage of the moment and dropped Kane with a high knee. Morrison climbed the top rope, aimed at MVP, but MVP sidestepped and sent Morrison flipping to the mat with a powerslam.
Sandro turned his head just in time to avoid a charging Cody Rhodes. He dropped down, swept Cody's leg, and snapped off a standing moonsault for good measure.
"Sandro showing off some agility there!" Striker shouted. "This man is an all around threat."
"But can he last?" Lawler added. "This is still early, he's got a long road ahead."
MVP helped Cody up, only to be sucker punched by Morrison from behind. Punk and Rey traded fast paced strikes near the ropes, while Sandro and Triple H locked eyes from across the ring.
The energy shifted again.
Two leaders. Two icons. Two forces of nature.
The crowd began to chant.
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
They slowly approached, wary. The ring seemed to part for them.
But before they could lock up—
10… 9… 8…
Another countdown. The match refused to slow.
7… 6… 5…
Lawler leaned forward. "Who's coming out next?!"
4… 3… 2… 1…
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
The horn blared.
The crowd's roar swelled again as the titantron burst to life with the image of CARLITO, and his theme song blasted through the arena.
"Caribbean Cool is here!" shouted Jerry Lawler.
"Carlito's back in the Rumble, and this crowd loves it!" Matt Striker added, standing halfway out of his seat. "He's unpredictable, he's cocky, and he's chewing that damn apple again!"
"Let's see how long that cockiness lasts in this chaos," Cole quipped, sneering.
Carlito strutted onto the stage, apple in hand, smirking at the chaos waiting for him. He took a casual bite as he jogged toward the ring, that signature swagger still intact.
As he entered, all eyes momentarily turned toward him, especially Sandro and Triple H, who stood in the center of the ring, face to face, the tension between them crackling.
Carlito, blissfully unaware or perhaps daringly ignorant, stepped between the two alphas. He cocked an eyebrow, bit into the apple again, and with exaggerated flair, turned his back to them.
The crowd laughed and cheered at the gutsy move… until Sandro and Triple H glanced at each other with an unspoken agreement.
Sandro lunged low, and Triple H went high, Carlito barely had time to react as the two of them grabbed him, hoisted him up, and flung him over the top rope with force.
ELIMINATION: CARLITO
The fans laughed and groaned, cheering the teamwork even if it was short lived.
Immediately, Sandro and Triple H snapped back toward each other.
"And there it goes! Here we go!" Striker exclaimed.
Sandro landed the first blow, a stiff right hook that rocked Triple H's jaw. Triple H responded with a forearm to the face. The two titans began trading punches in the center of the ring, fans going wild with every connection.
Left. Right. Hook. Uppercut.
The crowd chanted again. "LET'S GO TRIPLE H! LET'S GO SANDRO!"
Meanwhile, across the ring, Kane hurled Cody Rhodes into the corner with a thunderous Irish whip, then charged and hit a brutal corner clothesline. As Cody stumbled out, Kane picked him up effortlessly and hurled him over the ropes.
ELIMINATION: CODY RHODES
But as Kane turned to re engage, CM Punk and Rey Mysterio, working together, took advantage. Rey hit a dropkick to Kane's back, sending him staggering. Punk followed it up with a flying clothesline that took Kane over the top rope!
ELIMINATION: KANE
The big red machine roared as he hit the floor, but the job was done. Punk and Rey turned back into the fray.
Sandro and Triple H's slugfest continued until Morrison leapt into the fray to try to cool them down, only to get knocked aside by a clothesline from Sandro.
Then the lights dimmed and the countdown began again.
10… 9…
"Another one? This thing is nonstop!" Lawler said.
8… 7… 6…
"We've already seen eliminations by Sandro, Triple H, Punk, Rey, this match is full of future and current main eventers!" Striker commented.
5… 4… 3…
2… 1…
BZZZZZZZZZZZ!
The Miz's theme hit, and the fans booed instantly.
"Awesome!" the speakers declared.
"More like awful," Lawler grumbled.
The Miz walked onto the ramp, smirking as he took in the hostile crowd. He adjusted his sunglasses, took his time walking to the ring, and shouted, "This is my time!"
"Here comes The Miz, former U.S. Champion, full of arrogance," said Cole with a proud tone. "Don't count him out."
Miz slid into the ring and immediately clashed with MVP, while Punk tried to pummel Rey again. Triple H and Sandro separated for a moment, catching their breath.
Miz ducked a shot from MVP and managed to toss him into the ropes, but MVP reversed it and caught Miz with a knee lift. Sandro, spotting an opening, rushed forward and launched a superkick that connected with Miz's jaw. Miz stumbled toward the ropes, Sandro followed up with a clothesline, and the arrogant superstar tumbled out.
ELIMINATION: THE MIZ
"Another one! Sandro's racking up eliminations like a veteran!" Striker shouted.
"Three so far! Finlay, Carlito, and now The Miz," Cole counted. "This guy came in at number 14 and he's not going anywhere."
Before Sandro could reset, CM Punk attacked again, this time trying to lift him over the top rope. Sandro held on, swung around, and elbowed Punk in the gut. He hooked Punk's arm, flipped him, and planted him with a vicious modified backbreaker. Punk rolled toward the ropes, Sandro ran, caught him on the rise, and booted him off the apron!
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: FCW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles
Faction: The Undisputed System
Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA X Division Champion