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Swagger seized the moment, hauling Sandro up by the waist and drilling him with a gutwrench powerbomb that shook the ring like an earthquake. The fans booed mercilessly as Swagger threw his arms wide and shouted, "WE THE PEOPLE!" before stomping Sandro into the corner.
He wasn't done. Swagger climbed the second rope, standing tall over Sandro's prone body. He bounced once, twice, and SWAGGER BOMB!
The crowd gasped as Swagger crushed Sandro beneath his 260 pound frame. He hooked the leg, a cocky grin spreading across his face.
ONE!
TWO!
THR... NO! Sandro shot his shoulder up at the absolute last millisecond! The arena exploded.
Cole exploded on commentary. "What a display of resilience by Sandro! How many people kick out of the Swagger Bomb?!"
Lawler groaned. "Are you kidding me? That should have been three!"
Swagger's face twisted in disbelief. He pounded the mat, yelling at the referee. "THREE! THAT WAS THREE!" But it wasn't, and everyone knew it.
Sandro rolled to his side, clutching his ribs, sucking in ragged breaths. Swagger stalked him, fury boiling over. He yanked Sandro up, slapped him across the face, and roared in his ear. "You don't belong here!"
Big mistake.
Sandro's eyes snapped open, blazing with fire. In one motion, he shoved Swagger back and BLASTED him with a superkick that echoed through the Chase Center like a gunshot. Swagger's head snapped back, his legs like jelly, but Sandro wasn't finished.
He hit the ropes for momentum and came back, SECOND SUPERKICK! Swagger collapsed flat on his back, eyes glazed over, the fight ripped right out of him.
The crowd went ballistic, chanting "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" As Sandro pointed to the top rope.
Cole's voice dripped excitement. "He's going for it, King! If he hits this, it's over!"
Sandro scaled the turnbuckles, one by one, moving like a predator about to end its prey. He reached the top, standing tall, the WrestleMania sign glowing in the background like destiny calling his name. He spread his arms wide to a deafening mix of boos and cheers.
He then taunted Swagger to get up. "DOWNFALL TIME!" Cole yelled as Sandro perched on the top turnbuckle like a viper waiting to strike.
Swagger staggered to his feet, barely conscious, and helpless. Sandro crouched, eyes locked, then launched himself like a missile, and DOWNFALL DDT FROM THE TOP ROPE!
The impact was catastrophic. Swagger's skull spiked into the mat, and the arena ERUPTED in shock. Sandro hooked both legs deep with a smirk, pressing his weight down with everything he had.
One… two… THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
The roof nearly blew off with loud boos as the referee raised Sandro's arm again. He collapsed back against the ropes, chest heaving, sweat pouring, eyes wild with adrenaline. He had survived two wars, but the night wasn't over, not by a long shot.
Cole couldn't contain himself. "YES! YES! Sandro did it again! That's two down, King! Two down! Nobody could stop this man, and he is headed straight to WrestleMania!"
Lawler groaned audibly. "Oh, give me a break, Cole! Two superkicks AND a Downfall DDT from the top rope? That's ridiculous! Somebody, anybody, stop this guy before his ego bursts through the roof!"
"That's greatness, King. Learn to love it."
The camera zoomed in on Sandro, kneeling in the center of the ring, his chest glistening under the lights as he stared up at the WrestleMania sign again. The chants of "THIS IS AWESOME!" washed over him like a storm.
And then, the sound system lit up with a sound that sent the crowd into an explosion of nostalgia fueled cheers.
"HE'S A MAN!"
The unmistakable entrance theme of William Regal blared through the arena speakers, and the pop was deafening. The fans roared to their feet, clapping, whistling, and chanting the legend's name as the British Wrestling Master himself emerged from the curtain.
Regal stepped out slowly, shoulders back, chin high, wearing his black and gold robe with the elegance of a king returning to his throne.
He looked out across the sea of humanity, nodding in respect, and then smiled, an expression of pride and grit carved deep in his face. He raised one arm, waving at the fans, drinking in their adoration before his gaze slid toward the ring… toward Sandro, who now had stand up, eyes locked on his new adversary like a wolf daring the lion to step into his territory.
Cole's voice hit the airwaves immediately, oozing disdain. "Oh, great. Look who decided to show up, King. The washed up old timer, the so called 'technical wizard.' William Regal? Please! He's about to get outclassed by the future of this industry, Sandro Zhang!"
Lawler fired back, his voice rich with hope. "Are you kidding me, Cole? This is William Regal! A man who's fought everyone, beaten everyone, and taught half this roster how to wrestle! If anyone can stop Sandro tonight, it's him!"
Regal reached the foot of the ramp, his smile softening into something steelier, eyes narrowing as he zeroed in on Sandro.
He climbed the steel steps with deliberate grace, wiped his boots on the apron like the pure professional he was, and slipped through the ropes between the first and second strand, entering the ring like a knight preparing for war.
He removed his robe, folding it neatly and tossing it to a ringside attendant. Then, without hesitation, Regal turned and stepped toward Sandro, pointing straight at him with a gloved finger. He mouthed something only Sandro could hear, something that made Sandro smirk, a mocking laugh curling from his lips.
The referee slid between them, checking both men quickly. Regal looked at the official, nodded once, and then—
BAM! Regal EXPLODED forward, catching Sandro completely off guard with a blistering forearm smash to the jaw! The crowd ERUPTED with cheers as Sandro staggered backward, clutching his face.
"YES! That's how you start a fight, Cole!" Lawler screamed over the deafening roar.
The match was officially underway, and Regal wasted no time. He hammered Sandro with European uppercuts so stiff they echoed through the arena like rifle cracks.
One, two, three uppercuts, each one snapping Sandro's head back violently! The fans counted along, "ONE! TWO! THREE!" and chanted "REGAL! REGAL! REGAL!" at the top of their lungs.
Sandro reeled into the corner, clutching his jaw, but Regal was relentless. He stormed in, grabbing Sandro's wrist and yanking him out for a brutal short arm clothesline that flipped Sandro inside out! The impact rattled the mat and sent a shockwave of electricity through the arena.
Cole was livid on commentary. "Oh come on! He cheap shotted him before the referee signaled for the start! That's not fair!"
Lawler laughed like a kid at Christmas. "Fair? It's called fighting fire with fire, Cole! Regal's teaching this punk some respect!"
Regal didn't let up. He yanked Sandro up by the arm and wrenched it into a tight hammerlock, driving his knee into Sandro's spine repeatedly before sweeping his legs out and slamming him face-first into the canvas. The veteran's technique was flawless, every move crisp and merciless.
But Sandro wasn't staying down without a fight. He twisted under Regal's grip, rolling through and popping to his feet with surprising agility. Before Regal could react, Sandro fired off a spinning back elbow, WHAM! It caught Regal flush on the temple, sending the Englishman stumbling back.
"See that, King?! That's innovation! That's the future!" Cole shouted, his voice rising with excitement.
Sandro shook off the cobwebs and charged, smashing Regal with a running clothesline that sent him crashing to the mat. He followed up instantly, leaping and dropping a sharp knee across Regal's forehead before hooking the leg for the first cover.
ONE! TWO! NO! Kick out!
The crowd roared as Regal powered free, and Sandro pounded the mat in frustration. He yanked Regal up and whipped him hard into the ropes, setting up for a kitchen sink knee strike, but Regal ducked it, rebounded, and DECAPITATED Sandro with a thunderous lariat! Both men hit the canvas as the crowd exploded again.
"This is a fight, Cole! This is what Regal brings every time!" Lawler exclaimed, nearly leaping out of his chair.
The two warriors dragged themselves up slowly, glaring at each other through sweat and exhaustion. The chants of "THIS IS AWESOME!" rained down from the rafters, and neither man seemed willing to back down an inch.
They collided mid ring with furious strikes, Regal with his brutal forearms, Sandro answering with snapping chops that left Regal's chest bright red.
Regal shifted gears, hooking Sandro's arm and spinning him into an EXPLODER SUPLEX! Sandro landed hard, clutching his back in agony as Regal scrambled for the pin.
ONE! TWO! NO! Sandro kicks out again!
The fans groaned in disbelief, and even Regal's expression tightened, he knew this kid was tougher than most. No matter. Regal had more tools in the bag.
He stomped Sandro's limbs methodically, softening him up before dragging him upright. Then, with perfect precision, Regal delivered a textbook half nelson suplex that dumped Sandro right on the back of his head!
"GOOD NIGHT, SANDRO!" Lawler yelled as Regal hooked the leg again.
ONE! TWO! THR... NO! Sandro barely jerked a shoulder up, gasping for air, his face twisted in pain.
Cole's voice cracked with emotion. "HA! He's still alive, King! The kid's unbreakable! Admit it!"
Regal shook his head, sweat dripping from his hair, and backed into the corner. He crouched low, eyes locked on Sandro like a predator setting up the kill shot. The crowd recognized the setup immediately and roared in anticipation.
"Oh no… don't tell me…" Cole muttered.
KNEE TREMBLER! Regal exploded forward with a running knee lift that smashed into Sandro's jaw like a sledgehammer! Sandro crumpled to the mat, limp and lifeless, and the arena ERUPTED as Regal collapsed on top for the cover.
ONE! TWO! THR... NOOOO!
Sandro somehow, SOMEHOWz got his foot on the bottom rope at the last possible millisecond! The building nearly imploded from the collective gasp. Regal sat up, eyes wide in disbelief, his chest heaving like a steam engine.
Lawler's voice was shaking. "How?! How is he still in this match?!"
Regal didn't waste time arguing. He knew what needed to be done. He grabbed Sandro's arm, yanked him into the center of the ring, and locked in the REGAL STRETCH!
The crowd lost their minds as Regal cinched the hold tight, his face contorting with exertion. Sandro screamed in agony, his voice raw, echoing through the arena as his body twisted unnaturally under the crushing pressure. The camera zoomed in on Sandro's face, veins bulging, teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut in torment.
"He's gonna tap, King! It's over! The legend's about to teach this punk the ultimate lesson!" Lawler shouted, nearly hoarse.
Cole was in full panic mode. "No! No, damn it, Sandro! Fight it! FIGHT IT!"
Sandro clawed at the mat desperately, dragging his body inch by inch toward the ropes. Every pull was torture, every breath a battle. Regal wrenched back harder, screaming through clenched teeth, trying to snap the kid in half.
The fans were on their feet, chanting "TAP! TAP! TAP!" while Sandro's free hand trembled in the air, shaking violently as if ready to slap the mat.
But then, pure defiance flared in his eyes. Sandro twisted his body just enough to stretch his other arm backward, blindly groping, and with one vicious thrust, he jammed a thumb straight into Regal's eye!
The crowd BOOED thunderously, raining hate on Sandro as Regal howled in pain, releasing the hold and clutching his eye.
"OH COME ON!" Lawler exploded. "That's disgusting! That's blatant cheating!"
Cole, of course, spun it instantly. "It's called survival, King! He's doing whatever it takes! That's what winners do!"
Sandro rolled under the bottom rope, collapsing on the floor like a man escaping hell. He sucked in air, chest heaving, as Regal blinked furiously inside the ring, still holding his eye.
The referee leaned over the ropes, wagging a finger and yelling at Sandro for the eye poke, but Sandro ignored him completely, pacing outside as he shook life back into his limbs.
Regal wasn't staying down. Blinded or not, the veteran slid out of the ring on the far side, determined to finish this. He rounded the corner fast, but Sandro spotted him and BAM! Caught Regal with a stiff kick to the gut, doubling him over.
Without hesitation, Sandro grabbed Regal's arm and IRISH WHIPPED HIM LIKE A BULLET INTO THE BARRICADE! The impact was sickening, the steel rattling as Regal's spine bent awkwardly. Fans in the front row winced, some screaming in sympathy. Regal slumped against the barricade, grimacing, his body shaking from the brutal collision.
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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