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The bell tolled once more, and the lights dimmed as the Deadman slowly made his exit, leaving carnage in his wake. It had been a war, a five star classic, a brutal battle that pushed both Shawn Michaels and Sandro to their absolute limits. But in the end, it was the Undertaker who had the final word, leaving the entire wrestling world buzzing, confused, and desperate for answers.
The show ended right there, the cameras fading to black as Undertaker's chilling bell echoed in the minds of millions watching live. Yet for the fans inside the arena and those at home, the story was only just beginning.
Within minutes, Twitter exploded. Hashtags flew across the platform, dominating worldwide trends. By the time the West Coast feed had even gone live, #Undertaker, #RAW, and #ShawnVsSandro had claimed the top three spots globally.
Wrestling insiders, podcasters, journalists, and fans alike were throwing out their takes in real time. Clips of Undertaker's sudden interference, his hand snapping around Shawn Michaels' throat, the devastating Chokeslam, and then that Tombstone piledriver planted on Sandro, circulated instantly.
Pictures, memes, slow motion replays, and even grainy fan captured videos from the stands went viral. The debate was fierce, as everyone tried to unravel why the Deadman had decided to insert himself into one of the most highly anticipated RAW matches of the year.
Some argued it was simple: Undertaker had unfinished business with Shawn Michaels. "HBK was showing flashes of that WrestleMania spirit again," one popular podcast host tweeted, "and that's the version of Shawn that got under Undertaker skin last year. He saw it returning, and he couldn't let it breathe."
Others disagreed, pointing to Sandro's actions the week prior, when he had mockingly used Undertaker's iconic entrance music to distract Shawn during their match buildup. "Let's be real," another fan wrote, "you don't mess with Undertaker's aura. Sandro lit a fire he couldn't put out, and Undertaker just collected."
The speculation had no end. Was this personal? Was it revenge? Was it about pride, legacy, or dominance? Nobody could pinpoint the exact reason.
But a growing number of fans believed it was both. Undertaker had been provoked on two fronts, Shawn's creeping return to the HBK of old, and Sandro's brazen disrespect. If that was true, then both men were now firmly in the Deadman's crosshairs.
Even as the debates raged, one question dominated the discourse: what about Sandro versus Shawn? Fans had been salivating for months over this clash, and now it had ended in chaos, a disqualification, and no definitive winner.
"We got a five star match ruined," one fan vented. "Don't get me wrong, the pop for Undertaker was insane, but I wanted to see who was better between Shawn and Sandro." Another fan echoed the sentiment, "We NEED the rematch. End this properly."
The energy online was palpable, and WWE wasted no time capitalizing on it. Barely half an hour after RAW went off the air, the official WWE Twitter account dropped a bombshell announcement. In clean white text over a crimson background, the message read.
"Due to interference from the World Heavyweight Champion, The Undertaker, the match between Sandro Zhang and Shawn Michaels has officially been ruled a disqualification. Therefore, at Elimination Chamber, a rematch has been scheduled. It will be Sandro vs. Shawn Michaels inside a Steel Cage to ensure no outside interference. This match will also serve as the definitive end of the rivalry between the two men." #WWEEliminationChamber #WWEPPV #OfficialAnnouncement
The replies came flooding in instantly. Fans erupted with excitement, the bitterness over RAW's ending transforming into anticipation. "Steel cage?! TAKE MY MONEY!" wrote one.
"This is how you fix a non finish," said another. Even journalists, usually cynical about WWE's booking decisions, praised the move. "A Steel Cage match is the perfect stipulation," one newsletter commented. "It honors the gravity of the feud, prevents interference, and gives the fans a true payoff."
As Twitter spiraled with predictions, dream scenarios, and hype reels, the wrestling world felt electric again. And while the fans were busy dissecting every possibility online, the story continued backstage, away from cameras, but perhaps even more important than what had been seen on TV.
Back in the arena's private hallways, Sandro was still processing everything when Shawn Michaels approached him. The adrenaline of Undertaker's Tombstone lingered in his body and spirit, but Sandro was holding himself together from going starstruck.
His chest still rose and fell sharply, adrenaline refusing to let him rest. And then Shawn did something Sandro hadn't expected, he introduced him to the very man who had just floored them both.
The Undertaker stood tall in front of him, but not in the menacing, otherworldly way he had inside the ring. Here, away from the kayfabe aura, he was Mark Calaway, a legend, a human being who carried decades of history in his eyes.
Shawn, acting as the middleman, placed a hand on Sandro's shoulder. "Taker, this is Sandro Zhang. You don't need me to tell you much, but I think it's about time you two got properly introduced."
Sandro, despite the pain and despite everything, straightened up. His voice carried the weight of sincerity. "It's an honor. You've been one of my biggest idols since I was a kid. Honestly, you're one of the reasons I wanted to become a wrestler in the first place."
For a moment, the aura of the Deadman melted away, replaced by the humility of a veteran. Undertaker gave a small nod. "That means a lot. I appreciate you saying that."
His deep voice rumbled with authenticity, not performance. Then he added something that caught Sandro completely off guard. "I've been watching you. Since your FCW days, almost two years ago. You've done damn good work. You understand this business."
Sandro felt his chest swell with pride. Of course, deep inside, he knew part of his success was owed to the knowledge he carried from his past life, his foresight, his strategic mind, and the three gifts bestowed on him when he'd been reborn from God.
But none of that took away from the blood, sweat, and sacrifice he'd poured into this journey. Hearing praise from one of his heroes was validation like no other. Still, he played it humble. "Thank you, sir. That means a lot coming from you."
The conversation stretched from there, Shawn casually guiding it as a bridge between the two. Sandro asked questions, about longevity, about protecting one's body, about the mental toll of being at the top, and Undertaker answered with a calm wisdom.
His stories wove through decades of locker rooms, arenas, and battles that defined an era. Every word felt like a masterclass, and Sandro soaked it all in.
Eventually, the exchange drew to a close. Undertaker extended a hand, his grip firm but respectful. "I'll be watching on Saturday. I can't wait to see what you and Shawn do inside that cage."
Sandro smiled, promising without hesitation, "We'll deliver a great performance."
Shawn chuckled, his trademark smirk returning. "Come on, Taker, you know if Sandro's working with me, of course it's going to be great." The three of them laughed together, the tension of earlier dissolving into something warmer, almost familial. It was a moment Sandro would never forget.
The days that followed ticked by slower than usual, the anticipation for Elimination Chamber building like a drumbeat.
Fans speculated endlessly, podcasts dropped hour long breakdowns, and YouTube channels posted fantasy booking scenarios.
Every scrap of news, every rumor, every leaked photo from the arenas sparked discussion. And through it all, one truth was undeniable, Sandro Zhang vs. Shawn Michaels inside a Steel Cage had captured the wrestling world's imagination.
Saturday finally arrived, and with it came an electricity that seemed to radiate through the entire wrestling world.
The buildup had been feverish all week long, and now the inaugural 2010 Elimination Chamber Pay Per View was live, emanating from the Scottrade Center in St. Louis, Missouri.
Over 17,000 rabid fans had jam packed the arena, buzzing, chanting, and holding up signs that told the story of the anticipation that had carried from Monday night all the way to tonight.
The cameras swept across the crowd, a sea of signs reading things like "HBK Still Got It", "Sandro Is The Future", "Deadman Owns The Yard", and even a cheeky "Cena Wins LOL". The atmosphere was pure chaos in the best way possible, every single person knew they were about to witness history.
At ringside, the familiar trio of Michael Cole, Jerry "The King" Lawler, and Matt Striker welcomed viewers at home. Their voices carried the excitement in different tones, each man playing his role to perfection.
Michael Cole, leaning forward with his headset pressed tightly against his ear, couldn't contain himself. His words tumbled out fast, his energy almost manic.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first ever Elimination Chamber pay per view! We are LIVE here in St. Louis, Missouri, and let me tell you, this building is about to explode! We've got an absolutely historic night ahead of us. But I can't lie, King, Striker, I cannot wait for tonight's showdown inside the steel cage. Sandro Zhang versus the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels! After what went down on RAW, I've been counting down the hours!"
Lawler gave a chuckle, his voice warm but with that playful bite he was known for. "Counting down the hours? Cole, are you kidding me? Did you even watch the same match last week that the rest of us watched? Because from where I was sitting, Shawn Michaels had Sandro beat after landing Sweet Chin Music. If it wasn't for Undertaker sticking his nose in, we'd be talking about HBK pinning Sandro's shoulders to the mat."
Cole's head whipped toward Lawler, his tone sharpening like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What? Are you kidding me, King? Shawn was DONE! Sandro had him set up, he was about to finish the job before Undertaker ruined everything. Don't rewrite history here."
Matt Striker, always the professor, leaned in with a smirk and adjusted his tie, siding with Lawler as he threw in his analysis. "Actually, Cole, I have to agree with King on this one. Shawn Michaels had rallied, he had Sandro where he wanted him. That Sweet Chin Music landed flush. Undertaker's timing wasn't about saving Shawn from Sandro, it was about making his own statement. The truth is, if that bell had rung right then and there, HBK would've walked out victorious."
Cole groaned dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. "You two are delusional. Absolutely delusional. The only hallucination happening is on your end. Sandro was seconds away from proving to the world that he's on Shawn Michaels' level, maybe even above it."
The back and forth bickering carried the opening as the camera cut between them and the roaring crowd.
Their voices layered over each other, that perfect cocktail of heel argument, veteran playfulness, and professor like breakdown, just as the house lights dimmed slightly and the ominous structure of the Elimination Chamber lowered slowly from the rafters.
The crowd erupted into a mix of gasps and cheers as the steel descended, chains rattling, the sheer size of the chamber dominating the view. The lights danced across its black steel beams and thick chains, reflecting menace and brutality.
Justin Roberts stood at ringside with the microphone, his voice booming as he made the formal introductions for the night's first match, the WWE Championship Elimination Chamber.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Elimination Chamber Match for the WWE Championship!"
The fans roared.
The first entrance theme hit, Jack Swagger's music. Swagger emerged with his signature smug grin, bouncing lightly on his heels as if he were already envisioning himself holding the title.
The boos cascaded over him, but Swagger didn't flinch, striding into the chamber before being directed to one of the four pods by the referee.
Next, The Big Show's massive figure filled the rampway as his music thundered. The crowd gave a mixed reaction, some cheers, plenty of jeers, but all respect for the sheer size of the man. He stepped into the chamber, ducking his head under the steel chains, his hands brushing against them as if testing the prison he'd be locked in.
The third entrance belonged to Triple H, the Game. The arena exploded with cheers, his water spray entrance more iconic than ever as the crowd sang along to Motörhead's lyrics. Hunter's face was stoic, focused, his body language radiating that trademark confidence as he entered the pod. The fans inside St. Louis were already chanting "TRI-PLE H!" as the chamber rattled from the noise.
Then came Randy Orton. The Viper's theme hit and the boos were deafening. Orton slithered into the chamber with that slow, methodical walk, eyes darting around the structure like a predator studying his hunting grounds. His jaw clenched, every movement deliberate, as he was locked into his pod.
The arena lights shifted, the crowd rising to its feet for the fifth entrant. John Cena's music hit "Your Time Is Up, My Time Is Now!" and the place came unglued.
Cena bolted out with his usual high octane energy, saluting the crowd, tossing his hat into the sea of hands. Love him or hate him, the energy for Cena was undeniable. He slid into the ring, standing tall at the center, ready to start the match.
And then… the final entrance.
Mark Henry's music hit, and the WWE Champion stepped out, the gleaming gold of the championship resting firmly on his shoulder. The boos rained down heavy and thick, but Henry relished it, scowling at the crowd, jaw set. He carried himself with the dominance of a man who believed no one in the chamber could touch him.
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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
Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA X Division Champion