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Even wrestlers from other companies like TNA and NJPW chimed in, cryptically tweeting emojis of crowns and flames, hinting that they were watching the chaos unfold. It was the kind of buzz WWE hadn't had in years, raw, unpredictable, and absolutely magnetic.
By morning, WWE's official Twitter account broke the internet again.
The post was simple but sent shockwaves across the industry.
BREAKING: At WWE Extreme Rules this Sunday, it will be The Undisputed System vs D-Generation X and Shane McMahon in a battle to end their rivalry. Matches include:
Alexa Bliss vs Tori & Stephanie McMahon (Handicap Match)
Road Dogg & Billy Gunn vs Big E & Ryback (Tables Match)
X-Pac vs Wade Barrett (Extreme Rules Match)
Shane McMahon vs Drew McIntyre (Street Fight)
Main Event: Triple H vs Sandro Zhang (c) (No Holds Barred Match for the WWE United States Championship)
That announcement shattered every record WWE's social media had seen since they joined Twitter and Facebook. The tweet gained over a million likes in less than an hour, with comments ranging from pure excitement to disbelief.
@RingPsychology: "They're doing it. They're actually doing a full scale Undisputed System vs DX war. This is gonna be legendary."
@KofiStillRules: "No Kofi in the match?! Yeah, that Pedigree ended things fast. DX and Kofi are DONE."
@BlissEra: "Alexa vs Steph & Tori? Oh this is gonna get personal. Real personal."
Fans couldn't stop speculating about the match lineup. The fact that Shane was replacing Kofi made it crystal clear, the fragile alliance between DX and Kofi was dead. Some fans were furious, others said it made perfect sense. Triple H's rage from RAW was still fresh in everyone's mind, and this felt like a return to the ruthless, unpredictable Game of old.
The wrestling community called it poetic, one week, Sandro humiliated Triple H, the next, the Game was ready to destroy him on his own turf, Extreme Rules.
News outlets covered it like a cultural event. ESPN's sports blog wrote a full piece. "DX Reunites with the McMahons to End the Undisputed System, WWE Promises One of Its Most Violent Pay Per Views in Years."
Meanwhile, Sandro's silence continued. He didn't tweet. He didn't post on Instagram. But his name dominated every platform. Every fan, every analyst, every insider knew, he didn't need to say a word.
Clips of Alexa helping him to the back after RAW circulated, her yelling at the medical team while Sandro smirked weakly through the pain. That image, the blood, the defiance, and the silent grin, became symbolic. Memes flooded in. Fan art popped up overnight showing Sandro standing in front of DX's logo with the tagline. "The Undisputed System Never Dies."
Over the next few days, WWE capitalized on the chaos. Video packages ran across all platforms, hyping up the event. The promos were raw and emotional, Sandro's defiant words echoing over slow motion replays of the fight, Triple H's glare fading into black, Alexa's scream cutting through static before the logo of Extreme Rules appeared on screen with the tagline. "One Night to End It All."
Fans were hooked. The buildup was electric.
By Friday, the go home SmackDown episode featured highlights of the brawl, showing how personal things had become. Michael Cole narrated over the footage. "This Sunday… it's not just about championships or factions. It's about legacy. Pride. Control. It's about who defines the next era of WWE."
Saturday night before the pay per view, Sandro was spotted arriving at the hotel in Baltimore with Alexa by his side, both dressed in black. Fans gathered outside trying to get autographs, but neither stopped. Alexa had her hood up. Sandro wore sunglasses despite the evening light, that same calm expression on his face the kind that said he'd already visualized every outcome.
Then sunday arrived.
The Baltimore Arena was absolutely packed. Signs filled the crowd, "Undisputed System Over DX", "Game Over Sandro", "Extreme Redemption". The tension was palpable.
The show opened with the camera sweeping across the sea of fans, the roar echoing through the roof. The pyro blasted, the opening theme thundered, and the camera panned across the ecstatic crowd.
The atmosphere was electric, reminiscent of the Attitude Era glory days. Every fan knew they were about to witness something special, something historic. The energy was unreal, it wasn't just another event, it felt like a modern day battlefield between eras.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to WWE Extreme Rules! We are live from a sold out Baltimore Arena, and what a night this is going to be!"
Beside him, Jerry "The King" Lawler bounced in his chair, grinning ear to ear. "I can feel the electricity, Cole! You can almost taste it in the air. Tonight, anything can happen, and everything will!"
"Tonight's Extreme Rules Pay Per View is absolutely jam-packed with action," Cole began, his tone filled with that familiar pay per view energy. "We've seen the match card lighting up social media all week long, fans from around the world are ready for war. The Undisputed System versus D-Generation X and Shane McMahon. Championships, pride, and legacies on the line. The question is… will the Undisputed System finally fall from the high pillar they've built since arriving in WWE?"
Lawler grinned, shaking his head with that signature energy. "Oh boy, Michael! And don't forget the biggest question of them all, can The Game end Sandro Zhang's reign as United States Champion? This could be one of the most brutal nights we've ever seen!"
Matt Striker nodded seriously. "The entire wrestling world's eyes are on Baltimore tonight. From Tokyo to Toronto, from London to Los Angeles, they're all watching the show. And if history's any indication, when Sandro and Triple H step in that ring tonight, we might just witness something that changes WWE forever."
Cole nodded, gesturing toward the camera. "We'll find out all of that later tonight. But right now, it's time to kick things off!"
A thunderous boom echoed through the arena as Randy Orton's theme hit. The crowd erupted. Baltimore came alive with chants of "Randy! Randy! Randy!" The Viper strode out from the curtain, eyes cold, shoulders squared, every movement precise, the embodiment of danger.
"Here we go!" King shouted. "The Viper is ready to strike first tonight!"
Orton climbed into the ring, stretching his arms out at the ropes as the camera zoomed in on his trademark sinister smirk.
Then, Swagger's music hit.
The cheers turned to boos immediately. Jack Swagger strutted out onto the stage, the World Heavyweight Championship glinting over his shoulder. The fans showered him with jeers, but Swagger looked almost proud of the hatred, pounding his chest and mouthing, "All American, baby!"
"Ever since Swagger cashed in Money in the Bank on Edge," Cole said, "he's been walking around like he owns the place. But tonight, he's up against a predator who's been waiting to strike."
Swagger stepped into the ring, handed his title to the referee, and shouted toward the crowd, "THIS IS MY RING!"
The bell rang.
The two men collided instantly, no circling, no hesitation. Swagger charged, Orton countered with a stiff right hand. The pace was relentless from the opening second. Every move felt like a statement. Swagger's amateur wrestling base met Orton's cold, methodical brutality. The crowd oohed with each impact, gasped with each reversal.
Midmatch, Orton nearly sealed it with an RKO, but Swagger rolled out at two and a half. The entire arena groaned. Swagger fought back, slamming Orton spine first into the corner, then nailing a massive gutwrench powerbomb.
"One! Two! No!"
Orton kicked out again, and the fans lost their minds.
"Randy Orton refuses to die!" Striker shouted. "That's the sign of a veteran who's been to war before!"
The battle continued until Swagger ducked a second RKO attempt, bounced off the ropes, and drilled Orton with another gutwrench powerbomb, this one final.
"One! Two! Three!"
The bell rang. Swagger's hand was raised, the boos thunderous. He snatched his title and rolled out of the ring with a smirk.
Cole sighed. "Swagger survives again but what an opening match to start the night! If that's any indication, we're in for an unforgettable evening."
The camera panned across the sea of fans, signs waving, energy boiling.
Then, the lights dimmed.
"Up next," Striker announced, "we have a Last Man Standing match for the WWE Championship!"
The crowd erupted again as John Cena's theme exploded through the speakers. Baltimore shook. Fans waved their hands, chanting in unison, "Let's go Cena! Cena sucks!"
Cole leaned into his mic. "Cena's last chance, gentlemen. If he doesn't reclaim the WWE Title tonight, he goes to the back of the line."
The tension only escalated when Batista's theme hit. The Animal emerged, draped in the gold of the WWE Championship, looking every bit the powerhouse he claimed to be.
"This isn't going to be a wrestling match," Lawler warned. "This is going to be a fight!"
The bell rang, and it was chaos. Both men swung with reckless abandon, trading haymakers until Cena tackled Batista through the ropes and the brawl spilled to ringside.
Chairs clanged, tables shattered. At one point Batista sent Cena crashing through another table, and the crowd gasped as Cole and Striker jumped to their feet.
"Oh my god Batista have broken Cena to half with that fourth table broken!" King yelled, his headset barely staying on.
But somehow, impossibly, Cena stood up at nine.
The match pushed both men to their limits. They fought up the ramp, into the production area, and back toward the ring. Every weapon within reach came into play. The fans counted along each time the referee began the ten count, hearts pounding.
Finally, Cena hoisted Batista onto his shoulders, once, twice, three times, delivering three consecutive Attitude Adjustments. Batista lay motionless. The crowd counted with the referee—
"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! … EIGHT! NINE! TEN!"
The bell rang.
"Cena did it!" Cole shouted. "John Cena is a nine-time World Champion!"
Confetti exploded from the rafters as Cena lifted the WWE Title high. The fans roared, even those who booed couldn't deny the spectacle.
"Love him or hate him," Striker said quietly, "John Cena just proved once again, he never gives up."
As the ring cleared and crews reset the stage, anticipation shifted for what came next.
Cole's tone darkened slightly. "Up next, folks, things get personal. Alexa Bliss versus Tori and Stephanie McMahon in a two on one handicap match."
King practically bounced again. "Oh, this is gonna be good, Cole! Alexa's made a lot of enemies lately, and tonight she's gotta pay for it!"
The lights dimmed, and Alexa's music hit. The crowd booed thunderously, some even throwing up thumbs down signs. But Alexa didn't flinch. She strutted out in her black and pink gear, eyes sharp, jaw set. She looked ready to go to war.
"She's dangerous," Striker said. "And more importantly, she's unpredictable. Don't forget, this woman has stood beside Sandro through every battle."
As Alexa entered the ring, she smirked at the jeering crowd, mouthing, "Keep talking."
Then, to a massive ovation, Tori's music hit, followed by Stephanie McMahon's.
The reaction was explosive, nostalgia, respect, and excitement all rolled into one. The two women walked out side-by-side, confident and smiling, soaking in the cheers.
"This crowd is on fire!" King yelled. "Tori and Stephanie two women who defined their eras, back in the ring tonight!"
The bell rang.
Tori started for her side, circling Alexa. The early exchanges were fast, Tori using her agility to stay one step ahead. Alexa countered with quick kicks and taunts, but soon found herself overwhelmed by the constant tags between Tori and Stephanie.
"They're using perfect teamwork," Striker analyzed. "Classic tag strategy, keep the fresh woman in at all times."
Every few minutes, Stephanie tagged in, delivering hard slaps and taunting Alexa. "You wanted attention?" she hissed mid match. "You got it!"
Alexa was double teamed repeatedly, trapped in corners, thrown into turnbuckles, stomped down as the crowd cheered each impact.
Cole was happy to see it. "It's not pretty, but it's smart. Alexa's been isolated."
But Alexa Bliss wasn't one to stay down for long.
Midway through the match, she ducked a double clothesline, rebounded off the ropes, and took both women down with a double dropkick. The crowd gasped as Alexa screamed in fury, adrenaline surging.
She fired off a flurry of strikes, catching Tori with a forearm, then blasting Stephanie with a DDT that sent the crowd reeling.
"Look at Alexa go!" Striker shouted. "She's fighting back!"
Alexa's confidence returned. She taunted Stephanie with a wicked grin, shouting, "You think you're better than me?!" before slapping her across the face. The crowd booed louder, but it only fueled her. Moments later, Stephanie tagged Tori back in. The two women faced off, circling each other like predators.
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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
Championships History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA X Division Champion, & 1x WWE United States Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0