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Cole, playing his role as heel commentator to perfection, leaned into his mic. "This is a huge moment, King. Sandro Zhang's first official match on RAW. We've already seen what he's capable of when he eliminated Shawn Michaels at the Rumble, and I have no doubt he's going to prove tonight why he's one of the brightest prospects in WWE."
Lawler snorted. "Brightest prospects? Please. That was a Rumble match, Cole, not a one on one. And let's not forget, he blindsided Shawn. There's a big difference between catching a legend and veteran in this business by surprise and actually beating somebody in the middle of the ring."
Cole countered, almost smug. "Sounds like jealousy to me, King. This kid has the look, the skill, and the backing of some of the greatest minds in the business. You don't get that by accident."
In the ring, Sandro leaned against his corner, rolling his shoulders loose, keeping his eyes on the entrance ramp.
Then, the music shifted.
Evan Bourne's theme hit, and the crowd's mood flipped instantly. Cheers erupted as the high flyer appeared on stage, bouncing lightly on his feet as if the ramp itself were a trampoline.
"…And his opponent… from St. Louis, Missouri… weighing in at 183 pounds… EVAN BOURNE!" Justin Roberts' voice carried over the noise.
The fans were firmly in Bourne's corner, no surprise. His in ring style made him one of the most exciting performers on the roster today.
Lawler's voice carried a genuine note of admiration. "Now this is someone I'm excited to see, Evan Bourne. He's got some of the most jaw dropping offense in WWE. That Air Bourne shooting star press? Thing of beauty."
Cole, of course, had to needle him. "Sure, he's exciting… until someone like Sandro grounds him and beats him in under five minutes. Then we'll see how 'jaw dropping' it really is."
Bourne slid under the ropes, popped to his feet, and shot Sandro a quick, confident nod. Sandro didn't return it. He just straightened up in his corner, eyes locked on his opponent, the faintest smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth.
The referee stepped forward, checked both men for any hidden weapons, then gave the signal for the bell to officially start the match.
DING DING DING!
The crowd roared to life as the two men circled each other. Evan Bourne bounced lightly on his toes, his eyes locked on Sandro, who stalked forward with measured steps, his smirk never fading. The energy in the arena was electric, the fans knew they were about to see something special, and both men seemed determined to deliver.
Cole's voice cut through the noise. "This is it, King! Sandro Zhang's debut on RAW, and he's got the perfect chance to show the world exactly why people are already calling him a future main eventer."
Lawler chuckled. "Future main eventer? Not if Bourne has anything to say about it, Cole. Sandro might think he's hot stuff, but Evan Bourne's been tearing it up for some time, and he's not going to let some rookie come in here and embarrass him."
They locked up in the center of the ring, Bourne immediately trying to use his speed to slip behind Sandro for a waistlock. Sandro countered quickly, grabbing Bourne's wrist and wrenching it into a tight hammerlock, showing off a bit of technical skill right out of the gate.
Bourne grimaced but rolled forward, flipping out of the hold in a smooth motion before snapping a quick arm drag that sent Sandro tumbling to the mat.
The crowd popped for Bourne's speed, and Lawler was quick to point it out. "You see that, Cole? That's the difference between experience and hype. Bourne knows how to keep things moving."
But Sandro rolled back to his feet with a glare, dusting himself off like Bourne hadn't even fazed him. They circled again, the tension growing, before locking up once more.
This time, Sandro powered Bourne back into the corner, driving a stiff knee into his midsection. He followed with a knife edge chop that echoed through the arena, drawing an "Wooo!" from the crowd.
Cole grinned. "That's the kind of offense I was talking about, King. Sandro can be just as fast as Bourne, but he's got the power advantage too."
Bourne staggered out of the corner, holding his chest, and Sandro took the opening to whip him into the ropes. Bourne ducked a clothesline, springboarded off the middle rope, and nailed Sandro with a flying crossbody, hooking the leg for the first pin attempt of the match.
One! Tw—
Sandro kicked out with authority, shoving Bourne off him. Bourne rolled to his feet, trying to keep the momentum going, but Sandro caught him with a back elbow as he charged, then followed up with a sharp snap suplex. Sandro floated over for a cover of his own.
One!
Bourne kicked out quickly, but Sandro didn't let up. He dragged Bourne to his feet, whipped him into the ropes, and caught him with a tilt a whirl backbreaker that had the crowd wincing. Sandro stood over him for a moment, smirk deepening, then stomped down hard on Bourne's chest.
Lawler's voice was sharp. "Oh, come on! He doesn't need to do that."
Cole was loving it. "Yes, he does, King. That's how you make a statement in your debut, you let your opponent know you're here to dominate."
Bourne rolled away, clutching his ribs, but Sandro stalked after him, grabbing him by the head and dragging him into the corner. He hammered him with forearm shots before whipping him hard into the opposite turnbuckle.
Bourne hit with such force that he stumbled forward, right into Sandro's waiting arms. Sandro hooked him and sent him crashing down with a perfectly executed Northern Lights suplex, bridging for another pin.
One! Two! Kickout!
Bourne kicked out again, but his breathing was already heavier, Sandro's punishing style was starting to wear him down.
Sandro got to his feet first, shaking his head at the crowd's boos. He pulled Bourne up, only for Bourne to fire back with a sudden burst of offense, sharp kicks to the thighs, followed by a spinning heel kick that caught Sandro flush on the jaw. The crowd exploded as Sandro dropped to one knee, dazed.
Lawler nearly shouted over the reaction. "There we go! That's the opening Bourne needed!"
Bourne sprinted to the ropes, came back with a running dropkick to Sandro's chest, and then headed straight for the top turnbuckle. The audience buzzed, they knew what was coming.
Bourne balanced himself and launched into a picture perfect missile dropkick that sent Sandro sprawling to the mat.
Cole's tone tightened. "He'd better not waste time here. Sandro's not the kind of opponent you can keep down for long."
Bourne didn't waste a second. He pulled Sandro up, hit him with a snap hurricanrana, then rolled through into a standing shooting star press, landing square on Sandro's chest for the pin.
One! Two! Kickout!
Sandro kicked out just before the referee's hand could hit the mat for three. The fans groaned in disappointment, but Bourne kept his composure, pulling Sandro up again.
He whipped him toward the corner, but Sandro reversed, sending Bourne in instead. Bourne tried to leap over him, but Sandro caught him midair, turning it into a running powerbomb that shook the ring.
Cole was practically giddy. "Did you see that?! That's pure instinct and raw power! Bourne thought he had him, but Sandro turned it around in an instant!"
Both men were down for a moment, the crowd chanting for Bourne to get back into it. Sandro sat up first, glaring at the fans, then got to his feet and dragged Bourne up with him.
He delivered a stiff European uppercut that staggered Bourne, then whipped him into the ropes and caught him with a high elevation flapjack, sending Bourne face first into the canvas.
The pace slowed as Sandro methodically picked Bourne apart, mixing heavy strikes with quick slams. He hit a backbreaker, then transitioned smoothly into a submission, bending Bourne over his knee and pressing down hard on his neck and legs.
Bourne cried out in pain, the referee checking on him, but he refused to quit. The crowd rallied behind him, clapping in unison.
Lawler urged him on. "Come on, Evan! You can get out of this!"
Bourne finally managed to drive an elbow into Sandro's side, then another, forcing the break. He scrambled to his feet, ducked a clothesline, and caught Sandro with an enzuigiri that sent him stumbling toward the ropes. Bourne followed up with a running clothesline that sent both men spilling to the floor.
The referee began his count as the two lay on the outside. Bourne got up first, climbing onto the apron and delivering a running knee strike to Sandro's head. The crowd roared as he rolled Sandro back inside and climbed the turnbuckle again, setting up for the Air Bourne.
Cole's voice was tense now. "If he hits this, it's over!"
Bourne leapt, flipping into the shooting star press, but Sandro rolled out of the way at the last second!
Bourne crashed hard onto the mat, clutching his ribs in agony from the impact.
Cole exploded. "There it is! That's the mistake that's going to cost him, King!"
Sandro seized the moment, pulling Bourne up and driving him down with a brutal spinebuster. He didn't go for the pin, instead, he signaled to the crowd, pointing to the turnbuckle.
The boos grew louder as he climbed to the top, but instead of going for his finisher, he waited. Bourne staggered to his feet, and Sandro leapt, springboarding off the top rope backward into the Top System Cutter, slamming Bourne face first into the mat.
The crowd gasped at the impact, and even Lawler had to admit, "That… was impressive."
But Sandro wasn't done. He dragged Bourne up again, shoving him into the corner, and began laying into him with a series of vicious punches and kicks. The referee tried to intervene, but Sandro shoved him away, continuing the assault. Bourne slumped against the turnbuckle, barely able to stand.
Cole's tone was coldly approving. "This is how you make a mark, King. You show no mercy."
Sandro climbed the turnbuckle with Bourne in position, hooking his head. The crowd booed furiously, knowing what was coming. Sandro leapt from the top, drilling Bourne into the mat with the Downfall DDT, a devastating diving DDT that left Bourne motionless.
Sandro rolled him over, hooking the leg with a confident smile.
One! Two! Three!
DING DING DING!
Justin Roberts' voice rang out over the chorus of boos. "Here is your winner of this match… SANDRO ZHANG!"
The fans let him have it, jeering and shouting, but Sandro simply stood tall in the center of the ring, raising his arms in victory. The referee tried to check on Bourne, but Sandro gave him a dismissive shove before climbing the ropes and posing, soaking in the negative reaction like it was fuel.
Cole wrapped things up on commentary. "Like it or not, King, that was a statement. Sandro Zhang just walked into RAW, went toe to toe with one of the best high flyers in WWE, and walked out with the win."
Lawler sighed. "Yeah, but at what cost? He didn't just win, Cole, he tried to take Bourne out. That's the kind of thing that's going to earn him enemies fast."
Sandro dropped down from the turnbuckles, still smirking as the crowd's venom rained down on him. But instead of heading to the back to celebrate, he turned his attention to the center of the ring, where the referee was kneeling over Evan Bourne, checking on him after that hellacious Downfall DDT.
For a split second, it almost looked like Sandro might walk away. He tilted his head, watching Bourne slowly stir. Then that smirk curved into something darker.
Without warning, Sandro lunged forward and stomped straight down on Bourne's ribs.
Cole was excited when he saw this. "Ohhh! Here we go, King! Sandro's not finished making his mark tonight!"
Lawler was disgusted with what he saw. "Oh, for crying out loud! The match is over, Cole! What's he doing?! Stop this!"
The boos hit like a tidal wave. Bourne rolled over in pain, clutching his midsection, but Sandro wasn't about to let up. He dropped to his knees, raining down right hands to the side of Bourne's head, then dragged him up by the hair just to club him back down with a forearm smash.
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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