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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.
Goldust strutted his way down to the ring, glitter shimmering under the arena lights as the fans cheered for the bizarre one. The golden lighting pulsed around the ramp as he paused to breathe in the atmosphere before rolling inside the squared circle.
"Goldust! One of the most unpredictable superstars in WWE history!" Striker said.
"He's about to bring the weird to the Rumble!" Lawler added with a chuckle.
Goldust wasted no time. He spotted Jack Swagger trying to recover and struck from behind, clubbing Swagger with forearms before lifting him for the Final Cut, a devastating swinging vertical suplex that laid Swagger out flat.
"Final Cut! Swagger's down!" Cole called.
Goldust wasn't done. He dragged Swagger by the arms and propped him into the corner, his body slumped. The crowd erupted as Goldust backed up, raised both hands, and ran forward with theatrical flair.
"Oh no! He's going for it!" Striker shouted.
"SHATTERED DREAMS!" Cole yelled as Goldust delivered the low blow with precision, sending Swagger crumpling in agony.
Swagger let out a pained scream, clutching his groin, but before he could even fall from the corner, Sandro stepped in. With a cold, calculating look, he backed up and mimicked Goldust's movement, only more brutal.
"No way… Sandro's doing his own version of Shattered Dreams!" Lawler exclaimed.
Sandro delivered a stiff, vicious kick that echoed throughout the arena. Swagger's body convulsed, and the referee at ringside grimaced.
Goldust, watching this, was delighted. He turned to Sandro and reached out with a dramatic flair, gesturing as if to embrace him in some strange, affectionate display of approval.
"Oh, come on... What the heck is Goldust doing?!" Cole asked, half amused and half disturbed.
Sandro recoiled with disgust, looking at Goldust like he was a disease. Without hesitation, he kicked Goldust square in the gut and hoisted him up into a massive powerbomb that shook the mat.
"Sandro has no time for theatrics!" Striker declared. "He just planted Goldust!"
Meanwhile, Swagger, still reeling in pain, stumbled out of the corner right into a Sweet Chin Music from Shawn Michaels.
"Ohhh! Sweet Chin Music! Swagger is out on his feet!" Cole screamed.
Before Swagger could drop, John Cena scooped him up and delivered a massive Attitude Adjustment.
"AA from Cena! Swagger's body is broken!" Lawler cried.
Sandro stepped in with pinpoint accuracy and nailed Swagger's knee with a sharp low kick, causing Swagger to drop again. Then, running off the ropes, Sandro launched into a shining wizard that struck with precision.
Swagger flopped back, barely conscious.
Suddenly, Goldust rose from behind and grabbed Sandro, throwing wild punches.
"Goldust is back! He's going after Sandro!"
The fight allowed Cena and Shawn to regroup. The two legends nodded to each other and used the opportunity to grab Swagger, and with a mighty heave, they eliminated him from the Rumble.
ELIMINATION: JACK SWAGGER
The buzzer echoed again.
10... 9... 8...
"Another one incoming!" Cole yelled. The fans began to chant.
3... 2... 1...
BUZZZZZZZZZ!
"OH MY! IT'S CHRIS JERICHO!" Striker bellowed. "Entrant twenty eight!"
"The situation just become hotter in the ring!" Cole shouted as Jericho sprinted to the ring.
Jericho slid in and instantly locked eyes with Goldust. Before the bizarre one could react, Jericho ducked a swing and hit a Codebreaker, dropping Goldust.
"Codebreaker! Outta nowhere!" Lawler screamed.
Jericho got to his feet, grabbed the dazed Goldust by the tights, and tossed him over the top rope with authority.
ELIMINATION: GOLDUST
"Jericho with the his first quick elimination at this year Rumble!"
He turned around, his eyes locking on Sandro, who was breathing heavily, sweat pouring down his face. Jericho smirked.
"He thinks Sandro's gassed out," Striker said.
Jericho charged, but the look of exhaustion was a ruse. Sandro blocked the strike, countered with a chop to the chest, and then unleashed a flurry of kicks and strikes, trading blow for blow with Jericho.
"Sandro's STILL got fuel left in the tank! He's playing chess while the others are playing checkers!" Cole exclaimed.
Lawler shouted in awe, "He's been in this thing since number 14 and is still swinging!"
Back and forth they went, slaps, chops, counters, suplex attempts, until both staggered away, barely able to stand. The crowd gave a standing ovation to the war being waged in that ring.
The fans were going wild as Cena and Shawn rejoined the fray, all four men battling it out in the ring.
"Four wrestlers of different eras, fighting for their WrestleMania ticket!" Lawler added.
The countdown started once more.
10... 9... 8...
Fans were already on their feet.
3... 2... 1...
BUZZZZZZZZZ!
"YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME..."
The arena ERUPTED.
"NO WAY! IT'S EDGE! EDGE IS BACK!" Cole shouted with disbelief.
"We thought his neck injury would keep him out forever! But Edge is HERE!" Lawler shouted.
Edge burst through the smoke with his eyes wide and wild. He sprinted down the ramp, years of frustration and pain evaporating in every step. The fans chanted his name louder than they had all night.
Jericho's face turned from shock to dread as his former partner slid into the ring like a man possessed.
SPEAR to Jericho!
SPEAR to Shawn!
SPEAR to Cena!
SPEAR to Sandro!
"SPEARS FOR EVERYONE! EDGE IS CLEANING HOUSE!" Striker howled.
Bodies were everywhere as Edge roared to the crowd. He'd returned from the brink and was here to win it all.
The fight resumed, Edge, Cena, Shawn, Jericho, Sandro. Each man battling for survival. Sandro tried to keep a low profile now, slipping out of scuffles where he could. He had to conserve what little energy he had left. Fourteen was a long time ago, and it was showing.
The energy was electric. The final countdown began.
10... 9... 8...
Everyone in the arena screamed along.
3... 2... 1...
BUZZZZZZZZZ!
"I WALK ALONE..."
"IT'S THE ANIMAL! IT'S BATISTA!" Cole shouted.
"THE FINAL ENTRANT! NUMBER 30! AND HE LOOKS ANGRY!" Striker exclaimed.
Batista marched down the ramp, intense and explosive. He entered the ring and unleashed hell.
SPINEBUSTER to Edge!
Clothesline to Shawn!
Clothesline to Cena!
SPEAR to Sandro!
"Batista is DOMINATING! He's fresh and he's furious!" Lawler yelled.
The final five men in the ring, Cena, Edge, Shawn, Batista, and Sandro.
Everyone circled each other. Sandro held the ropes and stayed low, conserving what little strength he had.
Edge and Batista went at it. Cena and Shawn renewed their rivalry, while Sandro waited for his moment.
Then it happened.
Sandro struck.
As Shawn battled Edge, Sandro blindsided him with a low dropkick to the knee, then hoisted him up.
"Wait, what's Sandro doing?!" Cole questioned.
With a twisted smirk, Sandro tossed Shawn over the top rope with no remorse.
ELIMINATION: SHAWN MICHAELS
"WHAT?! He eliminated Shawn! They had an alliance!" Lawler gasped.
"He just shattered Shawn's dream of facing the Undertaker again!" Striker cried.
Shawn looked devastated, staring back at Sandro in disbelief. The crowd was a mix of boos and stunned silence.
Sandro didn't blink. He turned back toward the chaos in the ring.
"There are FOUR men left! Sandro, Edge, Cena, and Batista! One of these men is going to WrestleMania!" Cole shouted.
The four remaining superstars in the ring, Sandro, Edge, John Cena, and Batista, stood in a loose square, each man's chest heaving, sweat pouring down their faces.
The crowd's roar had softened into a buzz of anticipation as the final act of the Royal Rumble was about to play out. No one moved, all eyes darting from opponent to opponent, calculating, waiting for someone to make the first move. No one wanted to blink. One mistake and their road to WrestleMania would be over.
Sandro's gaze shifted to his right. Edge stood there, arms relaxed at his sides, still breathing heavily from his earlier onslaught. Sandro leaned closer, voice just barely above a whisper, "Let's take out Batista first, then Cena. After that, it's just you and me. May the best man win."
Edge paused, eyebrows twitching with indecision. He didn't answer.
"Don't listen to him!" Cena barked from across the ring. "That's the same thing he told Shawn, then he tossed him like yesterday's garbage!"
"Cena's right!" Lawler shouted from commentary. "Sandro's got no honor!"
Cole disagreed, as always. "Come on, King! That was strategy! This is the Rumble! You do what it takes!"
Striker chimed in, sitting between the two opinions. "It's a snake pit in there. I can't blame Sandro for trying to form alliances, but I wouldn't trust him either."
Batista, meanwhile, was watching the entire exchange. His eyes narrowed. He saw the hesitation in Edge, the fire in Cena, and the desperation in Sandro. And he knew, this was his moment.
With a roar, Batista exploded toward Edge with a powerful clothesline, catching the Rated R Superstar off guard and sending him into the ropes. The alliance talk was over.
Simultaneously, Sandro launched himself at Cena with a flurry of punches. Chaos erupted. Boots stomped, fists flew, bodies collided with turnbuckles. The match devolved into a maelstrom of near eliminations. Every few seconds, one of the four men would be sent teetering over the top rope, barely clinging to the ropes to stay in the match.
The crowd hung on every movement. Edge hit Batista with a big boot. Sandro hit Cena with a fisherman suplex. Cena came back with a shoulder block that sent Sandro rolling. Batista nearly had Edge out, but the Rated R Superstar held on. The ring was a war zone.
Then, it happened.
Sandro stood alone in the middle of the ring, panting, arms hanging at his sides. Cena, Edge, and Batista surrounded him like vultures circling their prey.
"This doesn't look good for Sandro," Striker said grimly.
"He's about to get what's coming to him!" Lawler added.
Desperate, Sandro spun to Edge again. "C'mon, man! Let's make that deal! We can work together and make it between you and me! I swear, no games from me!"
Edge stared at him for a long moment. Then, with a smirk and a shake of the head, he simply said, "Turn around."
Sandro's eyes widened in dread. He slowly turned, and caught a thunderous boot to the gut from Batista.
"Oh man! Here we go!" Cole yelled.
Batista hooked Sandro up and lifted him high into the air before bringing him crashing down with a massive Batista Bomb that made the ring bounce.
"He's broken in half!" Lawler screamed.
Edge followed it up with a vicious Spear as Sandro struggled to even move as Batista hold him in place for the spear after picking him up. The Rated R Superstar looked down at this wannabe ally ally of his with zero remorse.
John Cena stepped up next. He leaned over Sandro and did the "You Can't See Me" hand wave to the crowd, who roared in approval. Cena ran the ropes and delivered the Five Knuckle Shuffle, his signature punch landing right on Sandro's temple.
Then, with a heave of effort, Cena picked up Sandro, barely conscious and limp, and hurled him over the top rope using the Attitude Adjustment.
Sandro's body crashed onto the floor.
ELIMINATION: SANDRO ZHANG
The crowd erupted.
"That's it! Sandro's OUT!" Striker announced.
"Sandro lasted more than half of the entire rumble match! But the numbers game and his own actions caught up with him!" Lawler said.
"I can't believe it!" Cole cried in disbelief. "He was my pick to win! He had this thing in his hands!"
Sandro lay outside the ring, barely able to move. He rolled to his knees, clutching the bottom of the apron. His face was a mixture of disbelief, rage, and crushing disappointment. He looked up into the ring, watching Cena, Batista, and Edge resume their war without him.
The fans chanted, "YOU DESERVE IT!" and even a few "ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!" chants rang out.
But suddenly, another loud cheer erupted through the arena.
Sandro slowly turned his head to see what was happening, just in time to be tackled from behind.
It was SHAWN MICHAELS.
"SHAWN'S BACK! AND HE WANTS REVENGE!" Cole shouted.
Shawn drove Sandro into the ringside barrier with fury, fists flying. The fans went crazy. Sandro tried to fight back, but he was too exhausted. Shawn had a fresh wind and pure rage on his side.
"This is personal now!" Lawler said. "Shawn was robbed of his shot at is rematch with the Undertaker, and he's not letting Sandro get away with it!"
Sandro shoved Shawn back, trying to get to his feet, but Shawn superkicked him straight in the chest, sending him crashing down the ramp.
The two brawled wildly on the ramp, throwing punches, crawling over each other. Security swarmed the area. Referees and producers ran out to pull them apart. But the two men refused to be separated. Sandro landed a knee to Shawn's ribs. Shawn responded with a right hand that bloodied Sandro's lip.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: WWE
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