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Striker nodded. "If Drew McIntyre and Sandro Zhang win those next two matches, the Undisputed System will have officially conquered WWE." The camera zoomed in on the shattered remains of a chair in the ring, then faded to black as the Extreme Rules logo appeared once again, the war between eras was far from over.
After that, it was time for the next match. The fans in attendance and those watching from home were still in disbelief. The Undisputed System had already conquered three out of five battles against DX and the McMahon alliance.
Every camera pan across the crowd caught faces painted with worry, signs waving that read things like "Save Us Shane!" and "DX Forever!" The tension was so thick you could almost feel it through the screen.
Then—
"HERE COMES The MONEYYYYY!"
The crowd erupted, the second Shane McMahon's theme hit, as the entire arena came alive. Thousands of fans jumped to their feet, chanting in perfect unison, "Shane! Shane! Shane!" It was as if the sound of the crowd itself had taken physical form.
Cole nearly stood from his seat, shouting over the noise. "Here comes Shane O'Mac! The heart and soul of the McMahon family! The man who's never backed down from a fight in his life!"
Lawler grinned wide, clapping his hands. "If anyone can survive a street fight against that Scottish monster, it's Shane McMahon! This guy has jumped off hellish heights before, he's not afraid of a fight!"
Striker nodded with a grin of his own. "There he is, the risk taker, the daredevil, the man who literally throws himself into chaos. If there's anyone who can survive the storm that is the Undisputed System tonight, it's Shane McMahon."
Shane appeared on the entrance stage, full of fire. He wore his custom "Shane O'Mac" baseball jersey, taped fists, and a face of determined defiance. The pop he got rivaled anything that night. He grinned, bouncing from side to side before then doing his signature Shane Shuffle at the top of the ramp as the crowd roared even louder.
He pointed out to the fans, slapping his chest in gratitude before heading down the ramp, high fiving as many fans as he could. His face was all determination, the kind of expression that said, win or lose, I'm going down swinging.
Cole said, "That's vintage Shane! Always feeding off that energy, that passion!"
As Shane entered the ring, he took a moment to slap hands with the referee and then climbed the turnbuckle. He raised his arms, soaking in the cheers. The chants of "Let's go Shane!" shook the arena. He looked ready to fight, ready to redeem what was left of his family's pride.
But then—
"SHOCK THE SYSTEM!"
The entire arena darkened, and a wave of boos drowned out the music. The lights flickered gold, smoke billowing from the stage as the Undisputed System's entrance theme hit. The boos grew even louder. Everyone knew what was coming.
Out stepped Drew McIntyre, towering, intimidating, and the embodiment of brutality. His long black hair hung over his shoulders, his full goatees sharp and his eyes colder than ice. The fans showered him with hatred, but he thrived on it.
Cole's voice darkened. "That man right there… is a force of destruction. The Scottish Psychopath himself. And this is his kind of match, a street fight."
Lawler slammed his hands on the desk. "I don't like this one bit. Drew doesn't just want to win, he wants to hurt people. This could get ugly fast."
Striker added grimly, "Look at that stare. He's not walking to the ring, he's stalking his prey. God help Shane McMahon."
Drew stopped halfway down the ramp, glaring directly at Shane, who stood ready inside the ring, bouncing lightly on his feet. Drew's lips curled into a smirk. Then he slowly marched forward, his muscles rippling under the spotlight, the gold light reflecting off his body like armor.
When he entered the ring, he immediately climbed a turnbuckle, one boot resting on the top rope, and he threw his arms wide and let out a primal roar. The camera zoomed on his face, pure rage, pure intent. When he dropped down, his eyes were locked solely on Shane.
The referee stepped between them, making sure both men were ready. Shane nodded. Drew simply smirked.
DING! DING! DING!
The moment the bell rang, Shane exploded forward like a bullet, throwing fast jabs and body shots. His agility caught Drew off guard at first. The crowd roared as Shane hit a flurry of punches, a jumping knee, and even a spinning back elbow that drove Drew into the ropes.
"Look at Shane go!" Cole shouted. "Fast hands, quick feet, Shane's bringing the fight to him! He's not holding back!"
But just as quickly, Drew caught him, launching a massive knee into Shane's gut that sent him crashing to the mat. The air left Shane's body. Drew smirked cruelly and dragged him up by the hair, hurling him across the ring with ease. The sound of Shane's back hitting the canvas echoed.
Lawler yelled, "That's a grown man being tossed like a ragdoll!"
Drew followed up with a running boot, but Shane ducked, slipped out of the ring, and grabbed a kendo stick from under the apron. The crowd cheered as Shane rolled back in and cracked the stick across Drew's ribs once, twice, three times! The thwacks echoed through the arena.
Cole screamed, "He's lighting up McIntyre with that kendo stick!"
Drew staggered but didn't fall. He growled, eyes burning. Shane went for another swing, but Drew caught the stick mid air, ripped it out of Shane's hands, and snapped it clean in half. The fans gasped.
"Uh oh…" Striker muttered.
Drew grabbed Shane by the throat and shoved him into the corner, putting this shirt up and deliver a series of vicious chops that turned Shane's chest bright red. Then, with one huge toss, he sent Shane over the top rope, crashing into the announce table area.
The commentators leapt back. "Whoa! He's right in front of us!" Cole exclaimed.
Drew followed him outside, picking up the timekeeper's bell. He rang it mockingly over Shane's head, grinning as he slammed it down across Shane's back. The metallic clang was brutal. The fans booed relentlessly.
Lawler winced."That's just sick!"
Shane, clutching his back, rolled away, crawling toward the barricade. He grabbed a trash can from near the corner, hurled it at Drew, and caught him across the face. Drew stumbled. Shane capitalized, jumping onto the barricade and leaping off with a diving clothesline that flattened Drew to the ground. The fans roared again.
Cole shouted, "That's Shane O'Mac! That's the daredevil we know!"
Both men were down. The camera panned across the chaos, broken kendo sticks, dented trash cans, the bell lying discarded. Shane was the first to rise. He limped over to Drew and dragged him up, slamming his head into the announce table. Then, in a moment straight out of his playbook, Shane cleared the table.
The fans began chanting. "Shane O'Mac! Shane O'Mac!"
Lawler's voice rose. "Don't do it, Shane! You're hurt enough already!"
But Shane wasn't listening. He climbed onto the top turnbuckle, pointing to the table where Drew lay sprawled. The crowd lost it as Shane motioned for his signature elbow drop. He looked around, soaking in the roar.
Cole stood up. "No way! Don't tell me he's gonna do it again!"
Shane leapt, but at the last second, Drew rolled off the table, and Shane crashed through it in a violent explosion of debris! The crowd screamed in horror. The announce team recoiled.
Cole shouted, "Shane just crashed and burned! My God, he might be broken in half!"
Drew, breathing hard, used the barricade to pull himself up. He looked down at Shane's motionless body, then grabbed him by the jersey and dragged him toward the ring. The camera zoomed in on Drew's face, it wasn't victory, it was satisfaction.
Back in the ring, Drew grabbed a steel chair and set it in the corner. He lifted Shane up and went to throw him face first into it, but Shane reversed, sending Drew into the chair instead! Drew's head smashed against the steel, and he staggered backward. The crowd erupted again as Shane hit a desperation DDT!
Cole yelled, "He's still in this!"
Shane crawled to the corner and slowly climbed to the top rope. The fans were on their feet again. "Coast to Coast! He's going for the Coast to Coast!" Lawler screamed.
Shane took a deep breath, his body trembling from exhaustion, and launched himself across the ring, but Drew exploded up, catching him midair with a Claymore Kick out of nowhere! The collision looked like a car crash.
Striker shouted, "That was insane! Shane got Claymored out of midair!"
Both men lay motionless for several seconds. The referee checked on Shane, but Drew sat up first, his face twisted in fury. He rolled out of the ring, grabbed the floor mats, and ripped them away to reveal the bare concrete underneath.
Cole's voice was tense. "Oh no, this isn't good. This is NOT good."
Drew dragged Shane out of the ring, his strength monstrous even at this point in the match. He lifted Shane by the head, whispered something cruel into his ear, and then—
BAM! The Glasgow Kiss! A thunderous headbutt that sent Shane crumpling to his knees.
Without hesitation, Drew hooked Shane and hit the Future Shock DDT straight onto the exposed concrete! The sound was sickening. The crowd collectively gasped, and Cole could only manage, "Oh my God… that's concrete! That's solid concrete!"
Shane's body went limp. Drew stared down at him coldly before dragging his body back into the ring. He covered him.
One! Two! Three!
DING! DING! DING!
The arena drowned in boos. The Undisputed System's music hit again as Drew sat up, drenched in sweat, his chest heaving. He didn't celebrate, he just stood, towering over the fallen Shane McMahon like a conqueror surveying a battlefield.
Cole's voice cracked. "Drew McIntyre wins. The Undisputed System is now four and zero. This is unbelievable. This is domination."
Lawler slammed the desk again. "Damn it! Shane gave everything he had! He left it all out there!"
Striker added solemnly, "That wasn't just a win, that was a statement. The Scottish Psychopath just took out a McMahon."
Medical staff rushed to the ring, surrounding Shane. They carefully placed him on a stretcher as Drew finally exited the ring, brushing off the officials who dared approach him. As he reached the ramp, he turned, looked back at the fallen Shane, and raised his arm.
The boos were deafening.
Cole's voice was cold. "This… this is sickening. The McMahon family has been decimated tonight. DX is crumbling. The Undisputed System has torn through every wall in their path."
As Drew disappeared backstage, the camera cut to Shane being wheeled away, his face pale, his body limp. The fans clapped in respect, chanting "Thank you, Shane!" as he was taken away.
The announce table was silent for a few moments. Then Cole broke it softly. "That was one of the most brutal street fights we've ever witnessed. But now… now all eyes turn to the final match of the night. The No Holds Barred main event for the WWE United States Championship."
Lawler leaned forward. "This is it, Cole. Triple H versus Sandro Zhang. If Triple H loses, the Undisputed System completes the sweep. But if he wins… if he can somehow beat Sandro… he'll take away what they value most."
The arena lights dimmed as the crew worked quickly to clear debris. The ringaide staff wiped down the mat, cleared out the debris at ring and ringside, make sure the barricades okay, and reset the anounce table. A hush fell over the crowd, everyone catching their breath after the war they had just witnessed.
Then—
"TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!"
The first line hit, and the arena exploded once again. The unmistakable sound of Motorhead's growling voice shook the rafters. The fans roared with renewed hope as mist sprayed into the air from the stage.
Triple H walked out, intensity burning in every step. The camera caught the determined glare in his eyes. He stopped at the top of the ramp, took a swig from his water bottle, and spat it into the air as the pyros blasted.
Cole yelled over the noise, "The King of Kings has arrived! The Game is here! And business is about to pick up!"
Lawler added, "He's their last hope, Cole! The last stand against the Undisputed System!"
Triple H slowly made his way down the ramp, the fans reaching out for him, their chants echoing throughout the arena. His jaw was set, his muscles tense, his mind clearly locked in. This wasn't just another match, it was about pride, legacy, and revenge.
Justin Roberts' voice boomed over the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a No Holds Barred Match! And it is for the WWE United States Championship! Introducing first… representing D-Generation X, from Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing in at 255 pounds, THE GAMEEEEE! TRIPLEEEEEE HHHHH!"
The crowd roared again, a final rallying cry of belief and hope before the storm. Cole's voice lowered as the camera zoomed in on Triple H's face. "DX and the McMahon family have one chance left. One man standing between the Undisputed System and complete domination. And that man… is The Game."
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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