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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!
ELIMINATION: CM PUNK
"And there's number four! Sandro just eliminated CM Punk!" Cole exploded.
"What a debut. This is a career making performance for Sandro Zhang!" Lawler said.
The match continued with bodies flying, alliances shifting. MVP and Rey were fighting on one side, Morrison dodging between them like a cat on a hot wire. Triple H was bleeding slightly above the eye now after a stiff punch from Sandro earlier.
10… 9… 8…
"Another one incoming! Who's number seventeen?!" Striker shouted.
3… 2… 1…
BZZZZZZZZZZ!
Matt Hardy burst onto the stage, the crowd roaring for the elder Hardy brother.
"And business just picked up again!" Lawler grinned.
Matt Hardy charged to the ring with fire in his eyes. He went straight for Morrison, reigniting an old rivalry. The two exchanged fists like old enemies, while MVP assisted Hardy briefly, then turned back toward Rey.
Triple H backed Sandro into the ropes and tried to toss him over, but Sandro landed on the apron. They fought on the edge, until both tumbled back into the ring just in time.
The chaos didn't let up.
10… 9… 8…
3… 2… 1…
BZZZZZZZZZZ!
SHAWN MICHAELS.
The Heartbreak Kid exploded onto the stage, fireworks in his feet as he sprinted to the ring. The crowd erupted into a frenzy.
"Here comes HBK! The Showstopper! The Icon!" Striker said in awe.
Shawn Michaels hit the ring like a house on fire. Chops. Kicks. Flying forearm. He dropped Morrison. Then MVP. Then Rey. Then stared directly into the eyes with his old DX brother, Triple H.
The crowd stood, roaring in anticipation. They circled, eyes burning with competitive fire, and then came the blows, HBK and Triple H, two legends tearing into each other as if no time had passed since their last war.
While they brawled, Sandro reengaged with Hardy and Rey in the corner.
Soon Sandro found himself caught in a precarious spot, as Hardy and Rey double teamed picking him up to eliminate him at the corner. It looked like he was on the verge of elimination.
But just then, Morrison, still dizzy from the earlier onslaught, blindsided Matt Hardy with a dropkick to the back, sending him stumbling. That gave Sandro the window he needed. He drove his elbow into Rey's ribs again and again, creating space.
MVP, seizing the opportunity, ran toward Rey, hoping to catch him off guard and send him packing. But Rey saw it coming. At the very last second, he dropped and pulled the top rope down, sending MVP tumbling over and out!
ELIMINATION: MVP
"Rey turns the tables! MVP is out of here!" Cole called.
Sandro stumbled into the far corner, using the moment to breathe. Sweat glistened on his forehead. His chest heaved. He'd bought time—but the war was far from over.
Meanwhile, Morrison and Hardy's rivalry came to a boiling point. Both men went to the ropes, hammering away at each other with such blind fury they didn't even realize their positioning. In a flash, they tumbled over the top rope at the same time, eliminating each other.
DOUBLE ELIMINATION: JOHN MORRISON & MATT HARDY
"Down they go! Morrison and Hardy just eliminated each other!" Lawler shouted.
Triple H and Shawn continued to go at it like wild bulls, barely noticing the eliminations. They traded haymakers and chops, the crowd split in chants between the two.
Then the countdown started again.
10... 9... 8...
"Who's number nineteen?!" Cole yelled.
3... 2... 1... BZZZZZZZZZZ!
"MY TIME IS NOW!"
The crowd exploded. JOHN CENA.
The Leader of the Cenation stormed to the ring, intensity etched on his face.
"Here comes John Cena! And business is about to pick up in a big way!" Striker shouted.
Cena slid into the ring and beelined for Sandro, who was still in the corner. Sandro met him with fists, and the two began slugging it out like titans. Cena landed a right. Sandro returned with a left. It was back-and-forth, no man giving an inch.
Rey Mysterio, ever the team player, tried to help Cena. But in a cruel twist of fate, Cena ducked at the last moment as Sandro threw Rey into his path. Cena instinctively ducked to lift Rey, thinking it was Sandro, but his momentum carried Rey over the ropes.
ELIMINATION: REY MYSTERIO
"Oh no! Rey Mysterio's out! A miscommunication with Cena!" Lawler winced.
Cena turned, shocked. That one moment of distraction was all Sandro needed. He clubbed Cena from behind, stomping him into the mat.
And in another flash, HBK lined up Triple H…
SWEET CHIN MUSIC!
Triple H wobbled, dazed, before tumbling over the top rope.
ELIMINATION: TRIPLE H
"Oh my God! Shawn just eliminated his best friend! Triple H is out!" Striker shouted.
The fans screamed. Shock. Excitement. Heartbreak.
And then something no one expected.
Sandro turned to Shawn Michaels. He stepped closer and extended his hand.
"Let's work together. You and me, Shawn. I'll make sure you get what you want," Sandro said. "The rematch. The Undertaker. WrestleMania. I just want to stick until the end."
The arena turned into a storm of boos.
"WHAT?! Sandro's offering an alliance to Shawn Michaels?!" Cole cried.
"This is insane! Does Shawn want it bad enough to make a deal with the devil?!" Lawler asked.
Shawn didn't respond with words. Instead, he turned to Cena, and alongside Sandro, began laying in kicks and punches.
The fans in the arena booed mercilessly, but the fans at home were glued to their screens.
"They're working together! Shawn and Sandro, teaming up to take out Cena!" Striker called.
Cena, true to form, fought back with heart. He pushed Shawn away, ducked a swing from Sandro, and delivered a shoulder block. Then another. And then a Five Knuckle Shuffle attempt, but Shelton Benjamin's music hit.
10... 9... 8...
3... 2... 1... BZZZZZZZZZZ!
Shelton sprinted to the ring, springboarding in with that unbelievable athleticism of his. He immediately joined the fray, helping Sandro and Shawn beat down Cena. It was three-on-one.
But Cena wouldn't quit. He powered through Shelton, dodged a kick, and launched him with a back body drop over the top rope!
ELIMINATION: SHELTON BENJAMIN
"And just like that, Shelton's gone! Cena is surviving by sheer will!" Cole shouted.
Then the next countdown began.
10... 9... 8...
3... 2... 1... BZZZZZZZZZZ!
YOSHI TATSU.
The Japanese sensation rushed to the ring to a warm reception, but his time would be short. He entered the ring and tried to strike Sandro, but Cena intercepted him, and with one swift lift, tossed him over the ropes.
ELIMINATION: YOSHI TATSU
"Two quick eliminations for Cena! He's cleaning house!" Striker called.
Sandro and Shawn regrouped in the corner, eyes watching Cena warily. The match was shifting again, and the final stretch was approaching fast.
Cena stood in the center of the ring, sweat dripping, chest heaving, eyes bouncing between Sandro and Shawn. He pointed at them both. The crowd roared.
"Come on!" he shouted.
Sandro and Shawn looked at each other with fire in their eyes. No words needed, just a nod, and they rushed Cena again. This time, Cena was ready.
He ducked a double clothesline, came off the ropes, and took Shawn down with a flying shoulder tackle. Sandro tried to capitalize, but Cena caught him too, another shoulder tackle. Cena popped up, fists clenched, breathing heavy, feeding off the energy of the crowd.
"Cena's not going down without a fight! He's fighting off both Shawn and Sandro!" Cole exclaimed.
The double team strategy crumbled for a moment. Shawn staggered back up, only to eat a spinning back suplex from Cena. The crowd was alive.
10… 9… 8…
"Another one coming! Who's it gonna be?!" Lawler shouted.
3… 2… 1…
BZZZZZZZZZ!
BOOM! BIG SHOW'S music hit, and the arena rocked as the seven foot giant lumbered down the ramp, eyes focused, fists clenched.
"It's the World's Largest Athlete! Business is about to change drastically!" Striker declared.
In the ring, Sandro, Shawn, and Cena all stopped mid night and turned toward the stage.
Big Show stepped over the top rope, and all three men pounced. They weren't stupid, they knew they had to work together to get the big man out.
Punches flew from every direction, with Sandro hitting low, Cena going high, and Shawn targeting the knees. For a moment, it seemed to be working.
But Big Show roared and shoved them all away. Like rag dolls, they hit the mat.
"Big Show just tossed three top tier superstars like they were nothing!" Cole shouted.
Sandro tried again with a running forearm. Show caught him mid air and planted him with a massive scoop slam. Cena rushed in and get caught with a chokeslam! Shawn tried Sweet Chin Music, but Big Show caught his foot and flung him across the ring.
The ring shook under Big Show's power, but the three weren't done yet. Sandro pulled himself up, Cena followed, and the three regrouped to surround Show again.
And then...
10… 9… 8…
The crowd started chanting.
3… 2… 1…
BZZZZZZZZZ!
"IT'S MARK HENRY!" Lawler exploded.
The World's Strongest Man jogged to the ring, and the fans cheered louder. He locked eyes with Big Show as he entered the ring.
The two giants stood face to face.
"It's a clash of titans!" Striker shouted. "Mark Henry and Big Show!"
Show and Henry began trading blows in the center of the ring, two behemoths rocking the ring with every shot.
Sandro, Cena, and Shawn saw the opening and joined the fray. It was chaos, five men trying to eliminate each other, each too powerful to go down easy.
Eventually, Mark got Show backed into the ropes. With one big push, he had Show halfway over.
But Shawn saw an opportunity.
With Show teetering, Shawn dashed forward and grabbed Mark's legs, lifting with all his strength. In a shocking moment, both Big Show and Mark Henry tumbled over the top rope!
DOUBLE ELIMINATION: BIG SHOW & MARK HENRY
"Shawn Michaels just eliminated two of the biggest men in WWE in one move!" Cole gasped.
The crowd was stunned, and Shawn stood in the ring, panting, grinning with wild eyes.
10… 9… 8…
"Who's next?!" Striker yelled.
3… 2… 1…
BZZZZZZZZZ!
"WHAT'S UP?!"
R-Truth sprinted to the ring, hyped and full of energy. He slid in and went straight to work.
Right hand to Shawn. Right hand to Cena. Right hand to Sandro!
"Truth is on fire!" Lawler laughed.
He bounced off the ropes and took Cena down with a spinning elbow. Then he turned to Shawn and hit a dropkick.
But when he turned to Sandro, he got caught.
BICYCLE KICK!
"Oh! What a brutal shot from Sandro!" Striker shouted.
Truth staggered. Sandro hoisted him up and slammed him down with an Alabama Slam.
Before Sandro could throw Truth out, Cena attacked him from behind and tried to eliminate him. Sandro clung to the ropes, feet barely missing the floor.
He pulled himself onto the apron, and as Cena turned to face Shawn, Sandro launched himself with a springboard dropkick that nailed Cena in the back.
"That springboard dropkick caught Cena right in the spine! Sandro is still in this thing!" Cole said.
10… 9… 8…
The crowd was in a frenzy.
3… 2… 1…
BZZZZZZZZZ!
SANTINO MARELLA's music hit.
The fans roared with laughter and cheers. Santino sprinted to the ring with full confidence, slid under the ropes, popped up, and BAM!
SUPERKICK!
Sandro launched a superkick that nearly took Santino's head off.
Santino flew over the top rope and hit the ground hard.
ELIMINATION: SANTINO MARELLA
"OH MY GOD! THAT TOOK SECONDS!" Cole yelled. "Sandro just eliminated Santino in one shot! That's FIVE eliminations tonight! And possibly the fastest elimination in the Rumble history!"
"He's on fire, Cole! Sandro's having a career defining night!" Lawler added.
Sandro barely glanced at the crowd as they gasped. He turned his attention to Truth again and started stomping him in the corner.
Meanwhile, Cena and Shawn were throwing haymakers, neither willing to give an inch.
10… 9… 8…
"Who's next?!" Striker yelled.
3… 2… 1…
BZZZZZZZZZ!
"It's JACK SWAGGER!" Cole called. "His first Rumble!"
Swagger came charging in, fired up. He clotheslined Truth away from Sandro, then tackled Shawn Michaels. He stood tall in the center, mouthguard in, eyes on Sandro.
"These two know each other from FCW!" Lawler said. "There's history here!"
Sandro stepped forward. Swagger didn't hesitate.
They went at it, fists flying and bodies crashing. Sandro tried to sweep the leg, Swagger countered with a suplex. Sandro rolled through, landing on his feet, and threw a kick.
Truth tried to jump back in, but Swagger turned, caught him, and POWERBOMB OVER THE ROPES!
ELIMINATION: R-TRUTH
"Swagger just threw out Truth with authority!" Striker called.
The countdown began again.
10… 9… 8…
3… 2… 1…
BZZZZZZZZZ!
The lights dimmed slightly and turned gold as GOLDUST appeared on stage, glittering and strange. The Bizarre One made his way to the ring with his usual theatrics.
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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