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"Do you want to know how easy it was? All it took was one whisper. One little suggestion about an open gap in the chamber steels… about his precious WrestleMania dream. And just like that, I pulled the strings… and Shawn danced for me. I made him do exactly what I wanted. And then, when the time was right, I screwed the Undertaker, the coward who cost me my match last Monday, right under his nose. All because of me."
He stopped dead center, his chest rising and falling, and then, like thunder splitting the sky, Sandro threw his head back and let out a loud, twisted laugh. The kind that crawled under your skin.
The boos were deafening now, the fans chanting "YOU SUCK!" while Lawler could barely contain his disgust at ringside. Cole, of course, was eating it up. "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! This man proves that mind games are another level of work! Shawn Michaels as the Undertakers are just pieces on his board to be controlled!"
Sandro wasn't done. Not even close. He lifted the mic again, his voice turning ice cold. "I showed the world that your legends, your icons, are nothing but two weak willed old men. Shawn Michaels. The Undertaker. Both of them are exposed. Both of them were humiliated. And now? Now, it's my time."
He jabbed a finger into his chest, his voice rising with every word. "I am the savior of Monday Night RAW. And whether it's Christian holding the Intercontinental Championship… or Batista with the WWE Championship… I'm coming for both of them. Because unlike Shawn and Undertaker, I'm not weak. I'm not obsessed. I'm inevitable."
Then he paused, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "You think I can't do it? You think I can't take both titles at the same time? Newsflash…" He leaned forward, eyes burning into the hard camera. "…I've already done it. Before I came here, I held the TNA World Heavyweight Championship and the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship at the same damn time!"
The entire arena gasped audibly, a ripple of shock pulsing through the crowd. Even Cole stuttered for a moment. "Did… did he just say TNA on WWE television?!"
Lawler's eyes went wide. "He's out of his mind! You can't just say that!"
The fans were still buzzing when, without warning, the stage erupted in a massive burst of flames. Pyro exploded with a deafening boom, and then came the music—a thunderous, ominous theme that sent chills racing down spines. The Big Red Machine had arrived.
The crowd exploded into cheers as Kane emerged from the curtain, his towering frame cloaked in shadows, his eyes burning with hellfire. He marched down the ramp with purpose, the red glow of the stage casting him in an almost demonic light.
In the ring, Sandro's expression hardened instantly. The smirk vanished. He dropped the mic with a loud thud and stripped off his entrance coat in one swift motion, tossing it aside. His muscles tensed as he bounced lightly on his heels, eyes locked on the approaching monster.
At ringside, Cole's voice climbed with excitement. "Oh my! It's Kane! The Big Red Machine is here! But why? Why is he coming for Sandro?!"
Lawler, practically vibrating in his chair, shouted, "Why? Because somebody needs to shut Sandro up, that's why! He has mocked Kane's older brother after all!"
Kane hit the steps with a thunderous stomp, grabbed the top rope, and swung one massive leg over, stepping into the ring like a beast entering the cage. Sandro didn't back down. If anything, he stepped forward, chest out, jaw set, ready for war.
A referee at this time slid in, gesturing for the bell after checking both men were ready, causing the arena to roar with anticipation. This wasn't just a fight. This was a collision of ego and fury, and everyone watching knew it was about to get ugly.
DING DING DING!
The bell had barely finished ringing when Kane lunged forward like a predator, his long arm swinging out for a thunderous clothesline. Sandro ducked just in time, rolling under and popping back up to his feet. The crowd popped at the sudden burst of speed from the man who had just insulted legends moments ago.
Kane turned sharply, his eyes locked on Sandro like a hunter on its prey, and charged again. This time, Sandro side stepped, pivoting with a snap, and nailed Kane in the ribs with a stiff kick. The sound cracked through the arena like a gunshot, but Kane barely flinched. The Big Red Machine just stood there, his head tilting ominously, and then he stepped in closer.
Sandro didn't hesitate. He fired another kick, this one higher, catching Kane across the chest. Then another. And another. Three rapid-fire kicks in a row, the last one sending a ripple of heat across Kane's towering torso. The crowd cheered at the gutsy offense, but then…
Kane grabbed Sandro by the throat mid-kick.
Cole's voice rose with pure awe as he leaned forward, practically out of his seat. "Oh no! Kane caught him! He caught him mid motion! This is bad news for Sandro!"
Lawler was grinning from ear to ear, his voice buzzing with excitement. "This is what you get when you run your mouth! Kane's about to make him pay!"
The Big Red Machine hoisted Sandro high like he weighed nothing, arm extended, preparing to send him crashing with a massive Chokeslam.
But Sandro, ever the ring tactician, lashed out with an elbow, smashing Kane in the temple once, twice, three times.
The grip weakened. Sandro dropped down to his feet, landing behind the monster, and without missing a beat, he leapt up and nailed Kane with a perfect dropkick to the back, sending him stumbling forward into the ropes.
The arena roared as Sandro quickly rolled to his feet, a flash of confidence crossing his face. He wasn't backing down, not now, not ever.
Kane turned slowly, his hands curling into fists, fury radiating from him like waves of heat. Sandro smirked and raised his arms in a classic "come on" motion, practically begging the monster to bring it. And oh, Kane brought it.
The two men collided in the center of the ring, trading brutal blows like gladiators in an ancient coliseum. Kane's right hand cracked against Sandro's jaw with a force that echoed through the rafters, sending spit flying. Sandro staggered but fired back with a stiff forearm, then another, then another. Each strike was like a statement, that I belong here.
Cole was eating it up. "What a fight! This is an absolute war! Sandro showing no fear against the Big Red Machine!"
Lawler barked a laugh. "No fear? He's crazy! Kane's gonna tear him apart!"
Kane ended the exchange with a massive uppercut that nearly sent Sandro off his feet. The crowd gasped as Sandro dropped to one knee, clutching his jaw. Kane didn't stop, he grabbed Sandro by the arm and whipped him so hard into the corner that the turnbuckles rattled and the entire ring shook.
Sandro hit back first with a sickening thud, his body snapping forward on impact. Kane stormed in after him like an avalanche, crushing Sandro with a running clothesline that nearly folded him in half. The fans exploded as Sandro crumpled to the mat, rolling onto his side in pain.
Cole's voice lowered slightly, as if sensing the shift. "And just like that, the momentum swings. Kane is in control, and that is a dangerous place for any man to be."
Lawler chimed in without missing a beat. "You can say that again! Sandro might regret every word he said about Shawn and Undertaker right about now!"
Kane reached down and yanked Sandro up by the hair like he was lifting a ragdoll. He shoved Sandro's head between his legs and raised his arm high, signaling for the Powerbomb. The crowd roared in anticipation, a wave of cheers shaking the arena.
But Sandro wasn't done, not even close. With a sudden burst of energy, he shifted his weight, kicked his legs, and flipped Kane over with a desperate back body drop!
The Big Red Machine hit the mat hard, the entire ring bouncing from the impact. Sandro collapsed to one knee, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his face. The crowd erupted in a massive boos, sensing the fight inside this man who had dared to poke the devil.
Cole practically shouted into his headset, his voice booming with excitement. "What a counter! Sandro somehow turned that powerbomb into a back body drop! This man refuses to die!"
Lawler groaned. "Yeah, but how long can he keep this up? Kane's a monster. He'll get back up!"
And sure enough, Kane sat up. Just like that. No theatrics, no hesitation, his head snapped up and his torso followed, rising like something out of a horror movie. The crowd gasped as the camera zoomed in on Kane's cold, expressionless face.
Sandro's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing into pure determination. He charged, using the ropes for momentum, and slammed a running knee into Kane's face, snapping his head back. Kane rocked for a moment but didn't fall.
Sandro hit the ropes again, this time rebounding with a flying clothesline. Kane staggered but stayed upright.
The crowd was on their feet now, clapping and stomping as Sandro roared, sprinting for the ropes one last time. He launched himself with everything he had, shoulder low, body extended, and smashed Kane with a diving shoulder block that finally sent the giant crashing to the mat!
The arena exploded like a bomb going off.
Cole was shouting, his voice barely containing the chaos. "He did it! He took Kane off his feet! My God, what a sequence!"
Lawler's disbelief was almost comical. "I can't believe this! How did he do that?!"
Sandro crawled to the cover, hooking Kane's massive leg as the referee slid into position.
ONE!
TWO!—
Kane launched Sandro off him like a rocket, the smaller man flying through the air and landing hard on his stomach. The crowd popped again as Kane rolled to his knees, fury etched into every movement.
And then the tide turned.
Kane lunged forward, grabbing Sandro by the throat once more. This time there was no hesitation, no chance for escape. Kane rose to his full height and SLAMMED Sandro into the canvas with a Chokeslam that shook the ring to its very foundation.
The fans erupted in a chorus of cheers, the sound almost deafening. Cole was stunned. "Chokeslam! Kane nearly drove him through the mat!"
Lawler was laughing now, almost giddy. "That's it! That's gotta be it! Sandro's finished!"
Kane covered, his massive forearm pressing across Sandro's chest.
ONE!
TWO!—
Sandro kicked out.
The arena went nuclear.
Cole's voice cracked with pure shock. "What?! No way! Sandro just kicked out of the Chokeslam! What is keeping this man alive?!"
Lawler sounded almost horrified. "How did he survive that?! That's not possible!"
Kane sat back on his knees, his face twisting into something dark and ugly. He looked down at Sandro, this defiant thorn in his side, and the rage in his eyes burned hotter than hell itself. Slowly, deliberately, Kane drew his thumb across his throat, signaling for the end.
The crowd roared in anticipation. Everyone knew what was coming.
Kane grabbed Sandro by the hair, dragging his limp body upright. He shoved Sandro's head between his legs, hooking the arms for the Tombstone Piledriver. The fans were on their feet, cameras flashing like lightning in a storm.
But Sandro… Sandro wasn't done.
With every ounce of strength left in his body, he shifted his weight, wriggling free just as Kane tried to lift him. He dropped to his feet behind the monster and shoved Kane forward into the turnbuckle with all his might. Kane hit chest first, staggering backward into Sandro's waiting arms.
And then it happened.
Sandro hooked Kane's head and dropped him with a sudden, brutal reverse DDT that spiked the Big Red Machine into the mat. The crowd erupted in disbelief, a tidal wave of sound crashing through the arena.
Cole's voice was trembling with excitement. "What a counter! Sandro with the reverse DDT! This man is pulling out everything tonight!"
Lawler muttered almost to himself, "I don't believe this… I don't believe this…"
Both men lay sprawled on the mat, the referee checking on them as the crowd chanted "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!" The camera panned across the sea of fans, faces lit up with pure adrenaline and awe.
Slowly, agonizingly, Sandro began to move. He crawled toward Kane, dragging himself inch by inch, every movement fueled by sheer willpower. He draped an arm across Kane's chest.
ONE!
TWO!—
Kane kicked out yet again. The arena shook with the noise, the fans on their feet in unison, screaming at the top of their lungs. Cole was practically losing his voice. "How?! How did Kane survive that?! What will it take to end this match?!"
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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