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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.
Henry handed his title to the referee outside before stepping inside the chamber. The gate clanged shut behind him with an ominous echo. The referee checked with both Cena and Henry, then signaled for the bell.
The Chamber match was underway.
Cena and Henry locked eyes in the center, two bulls ready to collide. The fans rose to their feet as the two men exchanged heavy strikes, fists echoing in the steel structure.
Henry's raw power staggered Cena early, tossing him around the ring like a ragdoll, but Cena's resilience kept him alive, mounting bursts of offense that drew cheers from the crowd.
Minutes ticked by, the brutality escalating, until the first pod opened. Swagger entered, immediately trying to capitalize by targeting both men, but Henry swatted him down like an insect.
Cena rallied back with shoulder blocks, trying to lift Henry for an Attitude Adjustment early, but the champion's massive frame proved too much at that point.
Then Big Show joined, and the chamber shook with the weight of the giants colliding. Show and Henry traded blows like titans, their strikes sounding like gunshots inside the steel. Cena and Swagger tried to pick their spots, sneaking in attacks before being swatted aside.
Triple H emerged next, and the energy in the arena spiked. Hunter went right for Orton's pod, pounding on the glass, taunting his old rival, before turning to hit his knees on everyone in sight.
Finally, Orton entered, and the chamber became pure chaos. Six men, steel chains, and no escape.
Eliminations began fast. Swagger was the first to fall after a devastating RKO from Orton, followed by Big Show after Cena and Triple H worked together to hit a double suplex that shook the entire ring before Cena capitalized with an Attitude Adjustment.
Bodies flew into steel, blood began to trickle, the brutality taking its toll. Triple H eliminated Orton after a Pedigree onto the steel platform outside the ring, leaving it down to three man, that is Cena, Triple H, and Henry.
The crowd was split, chants of "LET'S GO CENA!" warring with "CENA SUCKS!" as he and Hunter briefly united to try and bring down Henry. The champion fought them off with monstrous strength, but the numbers game finally cracked him.
Cena nailed the first Attitude Adjustment but Henry kicked out. The place erupted when Cena hit a second Attitude Adjustment, then locked in the STF. The fans roared as Henry clawed desperately for the ropes, but there was nowhere to go. The champion had no choice but to tap out, eliminating him from the match.
Then it was between Triple H and Cena, where both of them traded blows to each other and Triple H manages to hit the pedigree, and goes for the pin. Cena manages to kick out at the last second to the cheers of the fans.
Triple H was surprised and he backed away, and Cena at this time stood up and was fired up, signaling for Triple H to come and get some. Cena hit shoulder block, after shoulder block, then pick Triple H up and hit him with a back body drop, goes for the Five Knuckle Shuffle.
He then pick up Triple H for the Attitude Adjustment and then goes for the pin, and when the third count land, the fans cheers.
The bell rang. Cena had done it.
Justin Roberts voice reverbrated through the arena. "Here is your winner, and THE NEW WWE CHAMPION, JOHNNNN CENAAA!"
The chamber lifted as confetti sprayed and the crowd exploded in cheers and chants. Cena, sweat soaked and battered, sat on the mat clutching the WWE Championship, his face showing that mix of exhaustion and triumph.
And then —
"NO CHANCE… THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE GOT!"
The arena went insane as Vince McMahon's theme hit. The boss strutted out with his trademark swagger, microphone in hand, his devilish grin plastered across his face. The crowd was on their feet, some booing, some chanting, all in shock.
"Congratulations, John Cena!" Vince's voice boomed as his music cut. "You did it. You survived the Elimination Chamber. You are the WWE Champion. And you, my boy, are going to WrestleMania!"
The crowd cheered, until Vince leaned back with that infamous smirk and added, "That is… if you can defend your title… right here, right now… against this man!"
The lights cut for a beat.
Then, Batista's music hit.
The Scottrade Center exploded.
Batista stormed out, every muscle flexed, intensity radiating from him.
The shockwaves of his entrance reverberated through the arena, commentary voices cracking in disbelief, the crowd roaring louder than they had all night. Cena's face dropped, realization sinking in as he day himself into the rope, clutching his newly won title.
At ringside, the commentary team erupted in different tones, each of them feeding the moment with their own brand of passion.
Lawler's voice cracked with outrage, nearly shouting over the roar of the fans. "Are you kidding me?! Batista? Right now? Cena just went through hell inside the Elimination Chamber! How could the Chairman do this?"
Striker shook his head, sounding equally stunned. "This is unbelievable, King. Cena just survived five other men inside one of the most brutal structures in WWE, and now, right after that war, Vince McMahon throws Batista at him? This is shocking. This is completely unfair."
But Michael Cole, his tone gleeful and smug, leaned into his headset like he'd been waiting for this. "No! No, no, no, this is brilliant! This is strategy, gentlemen! That's why Vince McMahon is the genius that he is! Cena may have survived, but he hasn't beaten the Animal. The Animal is unleashed! And John Cena's title reign is about to be the shortest in WWE history, I love it!"
The boos echoed around the arena, mixing with cheers from Batista's loyal fans who were thrilled to see him back in the title picture. Batista stomped down to the ring, his every step radiating intensity. His eyes were locked solely on Cena, who was still staggering on his feet, clutching his newly won WWE Championship against his chest like it was a lifeline.
Batista slid into the ring, wasting no time as he stormed across the canvas. He came chest to chest with Cena, his muscles flexed, his glare unrelenting. Cena, exhausted, swayed slightly on his feet, his body barely holding him up after the brutal chamber battle. The referee immediately stepped in between them, shoving a hand on Batista's chest, commanding him to back away.
The official then turned his attention to Cena, his expression almost sympathetic. He leaned down, asking, "John, can you do this? Do you want to continue?"
Cena, sweat dripping from his hair, chest heaving with each breath, looked up at the referee with determination. His body was battered, his movements sluggish, but his pride refused to allow him to back down. He nodded his head, forcing the word "Yeah" through gritted teeth.
The referee, shaking his head in disbelief at Cena's resolve, signaled for the bell.
Ding ding ding.
And like a predator pouncing on weakened prey, Batista exploded forward. The Animal nearly split Cena in half with a spear that sent both men crashing to the mat. The impact rattled the ring and drew an audible gasp from the crowd. Cena folded on impact, clutching his ribs, groaning in agony.
"OH MY GOD!" Lawler yelled, his voice full of concern. "Cena can't even defend himself! This is disgusting!"
"Cena's not ready for this," Striker added, his words quick and panicked. "He shouldn't even be on his feet right now!"
But Cole was practically jumping out of his chair. "YES! YES! The Animal is here! This is what domination looks like! Batista is about to crush John Cena!"
Before Cena could even recover from the first spear, Batista stalked him like a lion circling wounded prey. Cena crawled on his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath, but Batista came roaring out of the corner and drilled him with a second spear, this one even more devastating than the first. Cena's body folded once again, his gasps for air audible even through the roars of the crowd.
The fans were split, half of them booing the unfairness, half screaming in shock and excitement, but there was no denying the electricity in the air.
Batista wasn't done. He loomed over Cena, his veins bulging, his teeth clenched as he roared to the fans before grabbing Cena by the neck. He hoisted the broken body of the new champion high into the air, his power undeniable, before slamming him down with a thunderous Batista Bomb. The ring shook violently on impact. Cena lay sprawled out, eyes shut, arms limp.
Batista hooked the leg.
One! Two! Three!
It was over just like that.
The referee called for the bell as the crowd erupted, some in cheers, many in angry boos. Cena's dream moment had turned into a nightmare in less than five minutes.
Justin Roberts' voice echoed through the arena with authority. "Here is your winner… and the NEW WWE Champion… THE ANIMAL… BAAAUTISTAAAAA!"
The boos nearly drowned out Roberts' announcement, but a pocket of cheers and chants for Batista broke through.
The referee handed Batista the gleaming WWE Championship, which he clutched to his chest before hoisting it into the air with a primal scream. Confetti had barely cleared from Cena's victory when it was now falling in celebration of Batista.
At ringside, the commentators reacted in their split fashion once again.
Lawler was nearly beside himself. "I cannot believe this. After everything John Cena went through tonight, after everything he sacrificed to win that championship, this is how it ends? This is a travesty!"
Striker shook his head in disgust. "It's cruel, King. It's absolutely cruel. Cena fought with every ounce of his heart, every bit of resilience he had, and Vince McMahon robbed him in seconds. Batista didn't earn this tonight, he exploited a wounded man."
Cole, on the other hand, leaned forward with pure joy in his tone. "No, no, no, you two don't get it! This is what the WWE is all about, adapt or perish! Batista came out here, did what needed to be done, and now he is once again on top of the mountain. The Animal is unleashed, and I couldn't be happier! Long live the WWE Champion, Batista!"
Inside the ring, Batista stood tall on the turnbuckle, raising the WWE Championship high above his head as flashbulbs lit the arena. Cena, meanwhile, lay motionless on the mat, his chest heaving as officials checked on him. The contrast was brutal—one man broken, the other dominant.
But as the celebration continued, the show moved forward. WWE didn't stop for heartbreak, it never did.
After a commercial break, the next match of the night was announced: Christian defending his Intercontinental Championship against the Big Red Machine, Kane. The crowd welcomed the breather after the shocking title change, though the tension remained high in the air.
Christian, despite his best efforts, found himself overpowered early on. Kane's size and strength gave him the advantage, tossing Christian across the ring like a ragdoll. But Christian's cunning and resilience kept him alive.
Every time Kane tried to end it, Christian slipped out, ducked under, or countered with his speed. The fans rallied behind Christian as he fought tooth and nail, managing to hit the Killswitch after luring Kane into the corner. Christian covered him, one, two, three, and somehow, someway, retained his Intercontinental Championship.
The fans cheered wildly, proud of Christian for surviving the onslaught of Kane, proving once again why he was a champion.
The night moved on, and the next match brought out the women of WWE. LayCool, the cocky and arrogant duo of Michelle McCool and Layla, strutted to the ring with smug grins plastered across their faces. They were met by Melina and Gail Kim, two of the most athletic and fiery women on the roster.
The tag match was fast-paced, showcasing the skill of all four competitors. Melina's primal screams and Gail's high flying maneuvers had the crowd fired up, but LayCool's teamwork and sneaky tactics gave them the edge. In the end, Michelle McCool nailed Melina with a devastating Faith Breaker, scoring the pinfall victory for LayCool.
Cole gloated on commentary, praising LayCool for their "flawless" teamwork, while Lawler and Striker groaned in disappointment at the arrogance of the duo being rewarded once again.
But the energy in the arena began to shift once more as the crew set up for the highly anticipated mid card spectacle, the Steel Cage match between Shawn Michaels and Sandro Zhang.
The sight of the massive steel structure being put on together drew a roar from the crowd. The fans rose to their feet, their anticipation growing louder with each clank of the cage locking into place around the ring. The moment the cage was finished, the place was electric.
And then—
"Oh, oh, Shawn…"
The familiar guitar riff hit, and the arena erupted. Shawn Michaels' entrance music blasted through the sound system as the Heartbreak Kid stepped onto the stage, soaking in the deafening ovation from the fans.
He posed at the top of the ramp, fireworks exploding behind him, his arms stretched wide as he looked up at the heavens. The building shook with cheers.
Cole's tone immediately turned mocking, his disdain for Shawn dripping from every word. "Oh please. Spare me this showboating. Shawn is out here like he's some hero, but we all know the truth, Sandro is about to expose him tonight!"
Lawler was quick to fire back, nearly yelling over Cole. "Give me a break, Cole! These people love Shawn, and they have every reason to. He's one of the greatest of all time, and tonight, he's going to teach Sandro a lesson!"
Striker nodded firmly, siding with the King. "That's right. HBK has faced everyone there is to face in this business, but this cage tonight, this is where legends prove themselves, and Shawn is a legend."
Justin Roberts' voice rang out as Shawn made his way down the ramp. "Introducing first, from San Antonio, Texas… weighing in at 225 pounds… The Heartbreak Kid, SHAWWWWN MICHAELS!"
Shawn entered the cage through the door, pacing around the ring as he soaked in the cheers, his eyes fiery with focus. He posed again inside the cage, the crowd exploding once more before he finally leaned back into his corner, waiting.
Then, the atmosphere flipped on its head.
"Look in my eyes, what do you see…"
Sandro Zhang's entrance music, "Cult of Personality," ripped through the arena speakers, and the boos immediately cascaded down in a wave of hatred. The noise was deafening, so loud it nearly drowned out the music itself, as Sandro come out and pose on the stage, spreading this arm wide as pyro comes off.
Cole jumped up in his seat, clapping and cheering. "Yes! Here he is! The man who these people should be thanking, the man who represents greatness! Sandro Zhang is about to shut all of you up!"
Lawler groaned audibly. "Oh, come on, Cole. These people can't stand him for a reason. Look at this arrogance! Look at that smug look on his face!"
Striker was just as disgusted. "Sandro might have the ability, but his attitude is poison, plain and simple. The fans know it, Shawn knows it, and tonight, inside that cage, he's going to pay for it."
Justin Roberts' voice rang out as Sandro made his way down the ramp. "Introducing next, from Orlando, Florida… weighing in at 220 pounds… SANDROOO ZHANG!"
Sandro walked down the ramp slowly, soaking in the hatred, even spreading his arms wide as though welcoming the storm of boos. He smirked, mouthing off to the fans in the front row before stepping into the cage. The referee shut the door behind him, locking it with heavy steel chains and a padlock. There was no escape now, this was war.
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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