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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.
Cole's voice was smug, dripping with satisfaction.
"That's what happens when you step into the ring with Sandro! You get hurt!"
Sandro wasn't finished. He yanked Regal up by the hair, rolled him under the bottom rope, and slid in after him. The crowd was a boiling cauldron of hate, booing with every ounce of energy as Sandro climbed the nearest turnbuckle slowly, deliberately.
He perched high above, the WrestleMania sign looming behind him like destiny itself. He raised his arms wide, soaking in the venom from the audience like it was oxygen. Then he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled down.
"DOWNFALL TIME!"
Regal, groggy and staggering, pushed himself to his feet, wobbling like a man who'd just walked through a warzone. He turned—
Sandro launched like a missile, snatched Regal's head mid air, and DRILLED HIM WITH THE DOWNFALL DDT FROM THE TOP ROPE!
The sound of Regal's skull spiking the canvas was like a shotgun blast. The crowd erupted in a mix of shock and fury, boos raining like a thunderstorm.
Sandro hooked both legs deep, eyes blazing as the referee slid into position.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
DING DING DING!
The arena exploded in a chaotic mix of boos and stunned cheers. Sandro collapsed onto his back, chest heaving, sweat dripping like rain. He had done it again, three men down, one to go.
Cole lost his mind on commentary. "YES! YES! Three down, King! Three down! Sandro is still on this match and was UNSTOPPABLE! Somebody put his name on that WrestleMania card right now!"
Lawler groaned so loud it was almost a growl. "Oh, give me a break! He poked Regal in the eye! He doesn't deserve this! This is a travesty!"
The camera zoomed in tight on Sandro as he sat on his knees in the middle of the ring, chest heaving, a wicked grin splitting his sweat soaked face. He looked up at the glowing WrestleMania sign again and mouthed the words. "My time."
The fans thundered a chant that shook the rafters. "THIS IS AWESOME! clap clap clap clap clap THIS IS AWESOME!"
But Sandro wasn't smiling for them. He wasn't smiling for anyone but himself and for the storm that was still coming.
And then… the lights shifted. A new theme began to play. The final challenger was coming.
BOOM.
"WELL, WELL IT'S THE BIG SHOW!"
The speakers rattled with that deep, familiar rumble.
The Big Show's entrance theme hit, and the entire arena shook with a mixture of reactions. The majority was boos, loud and guttural, but they weren't really for him this time.
Sprinkled within that thunder was something rare, a scattering of cheers. Not because the fans suddenly loved the World's Largest Athlete, but because, in this moment, they despised Sandro that much. They wanted anyone to end his run. If it took the World's Largest Athlete to stop the cocky, rule bending prodigy from stealing a spot at WrestleMania, then so be it.
At this time the 7 foot, 400 plus pound giant lumbered out from the curtain to the entrance stage.
Cole's voice came sharp, filled with indignation.
"This is ridiculous! This is unfair! Sandro has already gone through three hellacious wars tonight, Zack Ryder, Jack Swagger, and William Regal, three men of world class caliber, and now, now they're sending out the Big Show?! How's a man supposed to survive this?"
Lawler practically leapt out of his chair, grinning ear to ear. "Oh, I LOVE IT, Cole! This is perfect! Perfect! Finally, somebody who can beat Sandro to a pulp without even breaking a sweat! Sandro's been cheating, gouging eyes, bending rules all night long, and now he's about to get what's coming to him. One knockout punch, and BAM! Sandro's WrestleMania dreams are done for good. Goodbye WrestleMania!"
The camera panned up, catching the imposing sight of the Big Show as he stepped onto the ramp. His massive frame towered above everyone, shoulders broad enough to block the lights behind him. He didn't rush, he didn't need to. His very presence was enough to suffocate.
He cracked his knuckles and flexed his enormous hands as if daring Sandro to try him. The crowd roared with anticipation as he raised his massive hand in the air, signaling what was to come. The boos, the cheers, the anticipation, it all rolled together into one massive tidal wave of noise.
Inside the ring, Sandro pulled himself up by the ropes, his face a mask of both defiance and doubt. His chest heaved, his ribs bruised, his legs rubber from the punishment of three previous matches. Sweat poured down his forehead, his face a mask of exhaustion and determination. But when he glanced at the 7 foot and 400 pound giant slowly making his way down the ramp, each step thundering like an earthquake, and for the first time tonight… there was hesitation. A flicker of conflict crossed his face.
Cole caught it. "Don't you dare count Sandro out, King. Look at his eyes! He's still in this fight!"
Lawler snorted. "Are you blind? That's the look of a man realizing his luck just ran out."
Big Show reached the base of the ramp, then ascended the steel steps in lumbering stride, each clang of his boot echoing like a death knell. The entire arena seemed to shrink as he stepped over the top rope effortlessly, his size dwarfing the referee, dwarfing Sandro, dwarfing everything around him.
The referee immediately rushed to Sandro, checking if he could even continue after everything he'd gone through. Sandro, still leaning against the ropes, nodded furiously. He wasn't going to back down now. There was no way in hell he was giving this up now. Not here. Not with destiny literally looming above him in the shape of the WrestleMania sign.
The referee then checked the Big Show, who rolled his shoulders and smirked down at Sandro, as if this was going to be child's play. With both men cleared, the bell rang.
DING! DING! DING!
And just like that, the final match of the gauntlet was underway.
Big Show wasted no time. He stormed forward like a freight train, and Sandro barely had a second to react before a massive tree trunk of a hand smashed into his chest with an open handed chop that echoed like a gunshot. Sandro crumpled into the corner, clutching his chest, his face twisted in agony. The fans roared in approval, chants of "ONE MORE TIME!" bursting out.
And Big Show obliged. He raised his palm high and slammed it into Sandro's chest again, another thunderous knife edge chop that left a red welt blooming instantly across his opponent's skin.
Cole screamed. "Come on! That's not even fair! Big Show's hand is the size of Sandro's entire torso!"
King laughed. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
Big Show toyed with him, shoving him into the ropes and flattening him with a shoulder block that sent Sandro spinning head over heels. The ring shook under the giant's weight as he roared to the crowd, feeding off the mixture of boos and cheers.
Sandro scrambled to his feet, but the exhaustion was obvious. He threw a desperate right hand, Big Show caught it easily, shook his head, and tossed Sandro like a ragdoll across the ring with a military press slam. The fans erupted, and even some of Sandro's loudest haters screamed in shock at the sheer display of power.
For the next several minutes, Big Show dominated. Every attempt Sandro made to fight back was cut off. He tried for a dropkick, swatted away. He went for a running forearm, caught mid. air and planted with a side slam. Every move Sandro had, Big Show had an answer.
At one point, Show even stepped on Sandro's chest, using his full weight as the referee shouted at him to get off. The fans cheered wildly as Sandro gasped for air beneath the 400 pound behemoth.
Cole was beside himself. "This is barbaric! Somebody stop the match! Sandro's been through enough!"
King chuckled. "Don't stop it, ref, let him suffer!"
But Sandro wasn't done. Somehow, some way, he clawed back into it. Every dirty trick in the book, he used it. A rake of the eyes when the referee's view was blocked. A thumb to the throat that doubled Big Show over long enough for Sandro to hit a desperate DDT. The boos rained heavy, but Cole defended him relentlessly.
"That's called survival, King! That's intelligence! You can't outmuscle the Big Show, so you outsmart him!"
King groaned. "No, that's called cheating, Cole. There's a difference."
The crowd stayed on fire. Every time Big Show knocked Sandro down, the fans cheered. Every time Sandro clawed back into it, they booed with venom. The entire arena felt split, chaotic, alive.
Midway through, Big Show regained control, catching Sandro with a brutal headbutt that dropped him to his knees. Then, with a roar, he whipped Sandro into the ropes and caught him on the rebound, a massive spear! The ring rattled like it might collapse.
Show covered.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Sandro kicked out at the last second, drawing both cheers for his resilience and boos for prolonging the nightmare.
Big Show shook his head, frustration setting in. He raised his massive hand, signaling for the WMD knockout punch. The crowd roared in anticipation as Sandro staggered to his feet, barely conscious, his jaw practically hanging open. Show swung—
Sandro ducked at the last second! He hit the ropes, rebounded, and dove for a chop block to the knee. Big Show dropped to one knee, and Sandro immediately followed with a barrage of kicks and forearms, anything to keep the giant down.
But it wasn't enough. Big Show swatted him away, surged back to his feet, and clamped his enormous hand around Sandro's throat. The crowd exploded.
Cole shouted in panic.
"No! No! Don't do this!"
King shouted gleefully.
"Yes! End it! CHOKESLAM!"
Big Show lifted Sandro high, holding him above the mat like a child's toy. The arena reached a fever pitch—
And then, in one breathtaking counter, Sandro twisted mid-air and SNAPPED Big Show down with a Downfall DDT out of nowhere!
The arena ERUPTED. Shockwaves rippled through the crowd as both men lay motionless on the canvas. Cole screamed. "OH MY GOD! HE DID IT! HE REVERSED THE CHOKESLAM! DOWNFALL DDT! HE HIT IT! OUT OF NOWHERE! HOW DID HE DO THAT?!"
Lawler was losing his mind. "No! No! He can't win like this, not after everything!"
Sandro collapsed over Show, hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
The Big Show kicked out, sending Sandro flying off him like a ragdoll. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, chanting "THIS IS AWESOME!"
Sandro lay on the mat, gasping for air, his body broken but his eyes burning with rage. He knew he had one chance left. Slowly, he forced Big Show to his knees, slapping him across the face, taunting him. "Get up, old man! Get up!"
With every ounce of strength left, Sandro dragged himself to the corner. He climbed the turnbuckles, each step trembling, his legs nearly giving out. The crowd buzzed as he perched on the top rope, staring down at the giant who was still dazed, still staggering to his feet.
Sandro launched himself backward, flipping through the air, TOP SYSTEM CUTTER!
The move connected flush, driving Big Show face first into the mat with a thunderous crash. The ring shook violently as the crowd gasped. Sandro crawled desperately, draping an arm across Show's massive chest.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rang, and the roof nearly came off with the sheer noise. Half the crowd booed so loud it sounded like thunder. The other half was simply stunned, watching in disbelief.
Sandro rolled onto his back, his face twisted with exhaustion and triumph. The referee raised his arm in victory as Justin Roberts made the announcement. "Here is your winner… and advancing to the inaugural Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale at WrestleMania… SANDROOOOO ZHAAAANG!"
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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