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The Deadman was there, towering like a monolith of vengeance, eyes rolled white, his leather coat glistening under the harsh lights, the brim of his hat casting his face in shadow. His presence sucked every ounce of warmth out of the building. The fans were on their feet, thousands of voices colliding into a single deafening war cry.
Cole lost his mind on commentary, screaming so loud he sounded like a man pleading for his own life. "No! No, Sandro, turn around! Don't just stand there! Get out of there! GET OUT OF THERE!"
Lawler, on the other hand, was in pure ecstasy. "YES! Yes, yes, yes! Sandro's about to pay for everything he's done! For mocking The Undertaker, for cheating Kane, for pushing Shawn to scre the Deadman! This is justice!"
In the ring, Sandro was still facing the entrance stage, gripping the ropes with one hand, his free hand clutching his ribs. His laughter echoed through the arena as he shook his head, convinced the bells were just a mind game. He bent down, picked up the steel chair he had used to end Kane, and held it tight in his hand like a talisman against the darkness.
He shouted toward the stage, laughing harder now. "Oh, real cute! Real cute, Deadman! You think I'm scared of parlor tricks?!"
But then… slowly… he turned around.
And froze.
His entire body went rigid as he saw what stood behind him. The laughter died in his throat like a candle snuffed by a storm. His eyes went wide, bloodshot, disbelief flooding his face as if his worst nightmare had stepped out of the shadows and taken shape.
The Undertaker didn't move. He just stood there, a specter of death and judgment, breathing slow and steady, his eyes glowing with malice.
The crowd's roar reached its breaking point. Cole's voice cracked like glass. "NO! SANDRO, LOOK OUT! LOOK OUT!"
Lawler's voice was pure satisfaction. "Oh, this is beautiful. This is perfect. Retribution has arrived!"
Before Sandro could even think, The Undertaker's massive hand shot forward and clamped around his throat like a steel vise. The Deadman's arm flexed, veins popping, lifting Sandro off the mat with terrifying ease. The fans exploded into a frenzy, the cameras shaking from the sheer noise.
And then, BOOM!
The Undertaker drove Sandro down with a Chokeslam so vicious it rattled the ring and sent shockwaves up the ramp. Sandro's body bounced off the mat like a ragdoll before lying motionless, limbs splayed, eyes glazed over.
The crowd lost its collective mind, the sound deafening. Fans were jumping up and down, some clutching their heads in disbelief, others screaming until their lungs gave out.
The Deadman stood over Sandro's lifeless body, his chest heaving, his face a mask of cold fury. Slowly, deliberately, he tilted his head back, his tongue sliding across his lips before rolling his eyes white and slashing his thumb across his throat in his iconic gesture.
The fans roared even louder, a wall of noise that shook the cameras.
And then, out of nowhere—
CRACK!
A superkick exploded against The Undertaker's jaw, the sound like a gunshot in a cathedral. The Deadman crumpled to one knee before collapsing sideways onto the mat, his hat flying off his head.
The arena erupted in a chaotic mix of cheers and boos, shockwaves ripping through the crowd like an earthquake.
Cole screamed in disbelief. "WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! WHO... WHO DID THAT?!"
Lawler's voice cracked with pure shock. "No… no way… NO WAY!"
The camera whipped around and there he was.
Shawn Michaels.
The Heartbreak Kid stood there, chest heaving, eyes burning with fire, his boot still twitching from the impact of the Sweet Chin Music. He had come from the crowd, a steel look on his face as the fans roared in utter shock.
HBK bent down, grabbed a microphone from ringside, and stepped over The Undertaker's fallen body. His voice was ice cold, laced with fury and desperation.
"You hear me, Deadman? I want my rematch. You cost me everything. EVERYTHING. You took my WrestleMania dream, and now…"—he jabbed a finger at The Undertaker's chest—"…now I've got your attention after I took your title from you."
He dropped the mic on The Undertaker's chest with a thud that echoed like a death sentence and backed toward the ropes, his eyes never leaving the Deadman. Slowly, deliberately, Shawn slid out of the ring and started walking backward up the ramp, his gaze locked on the carnage he had left behind.
And then, suddenly, the arena erupted once again.
The Undertaker sat up.
Like a corpse resurrected, he rose in one violent motion, his back straight, his eyes blazing with fury. The fans exploded into chaos, screaming at the top of their lungs, some chanting, others weeping in disbelief.
The Deadman reached for the mic lying beside him, his hand trembling with rage as he brought it to his lips. His voice rolled out like a funeral bell, deep and otherworldly, sending chills down every spine in the building.
"Shawn Michaels… you want your rematch…?"
He paused, his eyes locking on Shawn at the top of the ramp, his tone dropping to something even darker.
"You've got it. But only… on one condition."
The crowd fell into a hush, the silence so heavy it was almost crushing. Shawn froze in place, his eyes narrowing, his chest heaving.
The Undertaker's next words hit like a thunderclap.
"You… put your career… on the line."
The arena exploded in shock, a wall of sound so loud it was almost painful. Fans screamed, some clutching their heads, others jumping out of their seats. Cole's voice cracked as he shouted, "WHAT?! WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?! HE WANTS SHAWN TO PUT HIS CAREER ON THE LINE?!"
Lawler sounded like his soul had been punched out of him. "Oh my God… Cole… this is insane! This is absolute insanity! Shawn's entire career… for one more shot at the streak?!"
The camera zoomed in on Shawn, his face a storm of emotion, shock, fury, pride, all colliding into one deadly cocktail. He didn't flinch. He didn't blink. He just stared into the eyes of the Deadman, his jaw set like granite, as the WrestleMania sign loomed in the background like an omen of doom.
The screen faded to commercial as the roar of the crowd reached its crescendo, the last image burned into everyone's mind, The Undertaker kneeling in the ring, his eyes locked on Shawn Michaels, and Shawn standing at the top of the ramp, dead serious, knowing that the biggest gamble of his life had just been laid on the table.
The roar of the crowd was still echoing through the arena when RAW returned from commercial. The atmosphere hadn't settled even a little, the energy was electric, buzzing with disbelief over what had just happened. Shawn Michaels and The Undertaker had once again shaken the foundation of the WWE Universe.
Fans in the front rows were still standing, talking to each other, their voices barely audible over the flood of chatter in the arena. People were pointing at the giant WrestleMania sign, speculating wildly. Everyone knew what was coming, but the weight of The Undertaker's chilling ultimatum, career on the line, was still sinking in.
The camera panned across the crowd before cutting to ringside. Cole was still breathless, leaning forward with his headset askew, while Lawler's grin stretched from ear to ear.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Cole's voice cracked from excitement, exhaustion, or maybe both, "I…I don't even know what to say! WrestleMania stakes have been laid tonight! Undertaker just told Shawn Michaels, if he wants his rematch, he has to put his career on the line! My God, King…this is insane!"
Lawler, grinning like a kid at Christmas, chimed in, "Cole, I've been here a long time, and I have NEVER seen a RAW end like that! The Deadman…Shawn…Sweet Chin Music…career vs. the Streak? Oh ho ho! I love it!"
The roar of the crowd still hadn't died down, but the show had to continue. As the dust settled from the chaos, the ring announcer's voice boomed, signaling the main event of the evening, a Divas tag team bout featuring some of the brightest stars in WWE's women's division.
The arena filled with the upbeat music of Kelly Kelly, the brand new Divas Champion, as she skipped out from the curtain with the Divas Championship glistening over her shoulder.
Eve Torres joined her, striking a confident pose at the top of the ramp before the two made their way down to the ring, high fiving fans and soaking in the cheers.
Lawler, of course, was in heaven. "Oh, here we go, Cole! The main event! I've been waiting all night for this one!"
Cole scoffed under his breath. "Yeah, of course you have."
As Kelly and Eve climbed into the ring, the cameras cut backstage for a quick shot of the Bella Twins preparing for battle, their heads close together, whispering a last minute strategy before striding out onto the stage.
Nikki and Brie walked in perfect sync, identical smirks plastered across their faces as the crowd showered them with boos mixed with a few cheers. Their confidence was palpable, the way they carried themselves screamed we've got this.
Once the bell rang, it was all business. Nikki started things off against Eve, the two circling before locking up. Nikki's early aggression gave the twins control in the opening moments. Brie tagged in seamlessly, and the Bellas began working their trademark twin magic, quick tags, double team maneuvers, and constant distractions to keep the referee guessing.
At one point, Nikki rolled under the bottom rope just long enough for Brie to switch in, leaving Eve momentarily disoriented. Lawler chuckled knowingly. "Oh, classic Bella Twins, Cole! Twin magic! It works every time!"
Cole shot back sharply. "Classic cheating, you mean. The referee needs to get some control here!"
The tide seemed firmly in the Bellas' favor until Kelly Kelly got the hot tag. The arena erupted as the bubbly champion exploded into the ring like a firecracker, hitting dropkicks, hurricanranas, and a spinning headscissors that sent Nikki tumbling across the mat. Eve neutralized Brie on the outside with a hard forearm smash against the barricade, leaving Kelly to handle business inside.
In the climax of the match, Nikki attempted a sneak roll up after another twin switch, but Kelly powered out, ducked a clothesline, and nailed Nikki with her signature K2 leg drop bulldog. The crowd popped as the referee dropped for the count.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
The bell rang and Kelly Kelly's music hit again, the Divas Champion bouncing to her feet with Eve rushing in to celebrate alongside her. The two hugged in the center of the ring, raising each other's arms high as the Bella Twins scowled in frustration outside the ropes.
Nikki kicked the steel steps in anger while Brie argued with the referee, but the result was final. Kelly and Eve stood tall to close out the match.
The cameras panned across the ecstatic fans as Justin Roberts declared, "Here are your winners, Eve Torres and the Divas Champion, Kelly Kelly!"
"Kelly Kelly and Eve Torres with the win tonight!" Cole exclaimed. "At least the new Divas Champion could put up a decent performance."
Lawler, still grinning, chimed in, "Oh come one. What a way to end the night, Cole! Gorgeous, athletic, and victorious, what more could you ask for?"
The show closed with a final shot of the WrestleMania sign, glowing like a beacon in the rafters as the words "See You in Wrestlemania" flashed across the screen.
As the show faded to black, fans rushed to Twitter, where every corner of the internet igniting with discussion. Clips of The Undertaker's chilling return and Shawn's devastating superkick went viral within minutes. Hashtags like #DeadmanReturns, #SweetChinShock, and #CareerVsStreak dominated trends worldwide.
And then there was Sandro.
His name exploded across social media, fans dissecting every second of his match with Kane. Many praised his resilience, pointing out how, despite the brutal chokeslam from hell, he had given a performance of a lifetime. Wrestling pundits tweeted about his in ring psychology, noting that both Kane and Sandro were calling spots mid match with precision.
One fan wrote. "Sandro vs. Kane was an underrated banger tonight! Dude sold like a champ AND played the crowd perfectly. Big match player vibes. #RAW #KaneVsSandro"
But the biggest question hanging over the internet wasn't about Sandro's performance. It was about Shawn Michaels. Would he accept The Undertaker's terrifying condition? Would he risk his entire career for one last shot at ending the Streak?
That question dominated headlines, at least for an hour.
Then, suddenly, everything changed.
A popular wrestling news Twitter account dropped a bombshell. They posted a candid photo taken outside the airport. In the picture, Sandro Zhang was seen putting luggage into the back of a sleek black SUV. Standing next to him, phone in hand, was Nikki Bella. She wasn't in ring gear, just casual clothes, scrolling on her screen while Sandro worked the bags like a gentleman.
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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