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He swung it, CRACK! Right across Triple H's ribs. Blood splattered from the barbed wire tearing through flesh. He swung again, this time across The Game's back. The barbed wire dug deep, ripping small cuts into his skin. Cole's voice was horrified. "This isn't just a match anymore! Sandro's trying to maim Triple H!"
Triple H howled in pain, rolling over, the camera catching the raw agony on his face. Sandro's breathing grew ragged, he looked both thrilled and crazed. He tossed the bat away, then dragged Triple H up by the hair and slammed his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly.
Lawler pleaded, "Somebody stop this! He's going too far!"
But this was No Holds Barred, there was no stopping it, until either man couldn't go on anymore or forfeit.
Sandro then takes a table form under the ring yet again, putting it up, before then he climbed the ropes, dragging Triple H up with him, setting up for a top rope maneuver that surely would have Triple H put onto a table yet again.
The fans screamed, sensing disaster. But Triple H fought back with punches to the ribs, one after another. Sandro teetered. Triple H headbutted him once, twice, then shoved him backward, Sandro crashed through the table that Sandro have prepared below! The wood exploded into shards, the sound echoing through the arena like a cannon, while Triple H also fall down from the top turnbuckle.
Cole shouted, "Through the table! Triple H just sent Sandro crashing through the table that Sandro himself have put up!"
Both men lay broken once again, the referee checking on them but unable to intervene. Triple H crawled to the corner, sweat and blood mingling on his face, and pulled himself upright. Sandro was motionless, eyes fluttering.
The crowd began chanting again, louder this time, "Triple H! Triple H! Triple H!"
With a roar, Triple H grabbed the ropes and pulled himself back to full height. He looked at the fallen Sandro, then at the corner. Slowly, he climbed up to the second rope, the fans growing louder.
Cole asked, "What is he thinking? The Game doesn't go to the top rope!"
But before he could act, Sandro moved, grabbing a steel chair and flinging it straight into Triple H's skull! The Game toppled off the ropes and hit the mat hard, clutching his face.
Sandro, barely able to stand, stumbled out of the corner and rolled under the ropes, pulling out another weapon, a sledgehammer. The sight of it sent a shockwave through the audience.
Cole's voice was sharp. "Oh no. Oh no, not the sledgehammer! Not like this!"
Lawler gasped. "He's got The Game's own weapon! The very symbol of Triple H's dominance!"
Sandro staggered toward Triple H, lifting the hammer higher. The crowd screamed in protest. He stood over The Game, eyes wild, mouthing words too venomous for broadcast.
Lawler shouted, "Don't do it, Sandro! Don't you dare!"
Then he raised the hammer to deliver the final blow—
CRACK!
The entire arena erupted.
Sandro had been kicked, right in the jaw.
The crowd exploded into cheers as the camera panned up, Shawn Michaels stood there, chest heaving, eyes locked on Sandro.
Cole screamed, "SHAWN MICHAELS! IT'S SHAWN MICHAELS! THE HEARTBREAK KID IS HERE! SWEET CHIN MUSIC! HE JUST SAVED HIS BROTHER!"
Lawler shouted, "Sweet Chin Music! He just saved Triple H!"
The fans were losing their minds. The Sweet Chin Music connected perfectly, blasting Sandro right across the jaw, causing the sledgehammer flew from his hands as his body spun and crashed flat onto the mat. Shawn fell to one knee beside Triple H, shaking him by the shoulder, yelling, "Come on, Hunter! Get up! Finish this!"
Triple H groaned, his eyes unfocused, but he was alive. The crowd began chanting, "D-X! D-X! D-X!"
Cole was ecstatic, "DX is back in full team with Shaw's recovery! The Game and The Showstopper standing tall again!"
But then—
The atmosphere changed.
A shadow moved along the barricade. The camera caught sight of someone jumping over the barricades, a hooded man in black, face covered. He slid into the ring silently, like a phantom.
Striker shouted, "Wait?! Who the hell is that? Who is that man in the ring?!"
Before anyone could react, the hooded man grabbed Shawn by the shoulder. Michaels turned, and got flattened by a thunderous right hand tht sent him crashing down to the mat.
Lawler gasped, "What the... he just dropped Shawn!"
The man mounted Michaels, raining down punches mercilessly. The crowd's cheers turned to loud, angry boos. Cole was yelling, "Somebody get security out here! Who is this guy?!"
Lawler shouted, "Somebody stop him! He's attacking Shawn Michaels!"
Striker's tone was tense. "That's no random interference. That's calculated. That's planned."
The hooded man stood up, breathing hard, anddragged Shawn to his feet, then tossed him out of the ring like a ragdoll. The crowd rained boos, but the hooded man didn't flinch. He slowly turned his head toward Triple H, who was staggering to his feet. Triple H wiped the blood from his mouth and squared up, glaring through the pain.
Cole said, "Triple H is ready to fight whoever this is! He's not backing down from anyone!"
The hooded man took a step forward, then suddenly exploded into motion—
CRACK!
A Trouble in Paradise connected flush with Triple H's jaw, sending him spinning down to the mat, completely unconscious.
The entire arena went silent.
Cole screamed, "What?! No! That's Trouble in Paradise! That's Kofi's move! It can't be—no way!"
Lawler's voice was full of disbelief. "No… no, it can't be… that move… that's…"
The man reached up, pulled down his hood, and the arena erupted into chaos.
It was Kofi Kingston.
The fans erupted into shocked boos, the noise deafening. Some screamed, others shouted in disbelief.
Lawler yelled, "Kofi?! KOFI KINGSTON?! What the hell is he doing?! Why would he do this?!"
Cole's voice cracked, "Kofi just laid out Triple H! He just betrayed everything! The fans, the locker room, everyone! Why, Kofi, why?!"
Striker's voice was low and stunned. "I can't believe this… Kofi Kingston just took out Shawn Michaels and Triple H… why? Why, Kofi?"
Kofi looked down at the fallen Game, his expression cold, no remorse, no hesitation. Then his gaze turned toward the ropes. Sandro was beginning to stir, his laughter hoarse and broken. He saw Kofi standing tall over the fallen DX legends, and a wicked grin spread across his face.
Using the ropes for balance, he dragged himself to his feet, limping toward Kofi. The two locked eyes for a moment that felt eternal, then Kofi extended his hand.
The crowd's boos intensified, echoing through every corner of the arena.
Cole spoke, voice shaking, "Don't tell me… don't tell me what I think this means."
Sandro looked at the hand for a long moment. Sandro then let out a smirk and grabbed Kofi's hand, pulling him in for a quick, firm embrace, a brotherly slap to the back. The fans exploded in fury and disgust. Drinks and popcorn flew from the stands.
Lawler yelled as he slammed his headset down,"Oh, come on! This is disgusting! Kofi Kingston has joined the Undisputed System! He's just sold his soul!"
Cole shouted, "This is unbelievable! Kofi Kingston, has sided with Sandro! The Undisputed System just got stronger!"
Striker added, "Every line in this war just shifted. The System is expanding… they've taken out DX, the McMahons, all people in power have been taken out!"
In the ring, Sandro continue his laughter weakly, his voice hoarse. He patted Kofi's shoulder, then climbed to the top turnbuckle, his movements slow but deliberate. The fans booed, but he thrived on it, raising his arms high as if absorbing their hatred.
Kofi, still breathing heavily, dragged Triple H's limp body to the center of the ring, holding him up just enough for Sandro to line up the shot. Sandro pointed down, signaling what was coming.
Cole's voice was hoarse. "No, don't do it! For God's sake, don't do it!"
Sandro looked down, and launched himself off the top rope—
DOWNFALL DDT!
He planted Triple H headfirst into the mat with devastating impact. The ring shook from the collision. The crowd's roar turned to despair as Sandro hooked the leg, his body collapsing into the pin.
The referee hesitated for a heartbeat, then dropped down.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
The bell rang, and the arena descended into chaos.
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL the WWE UNITED STATES CHAMPION… SANDROOOOO ZHAAANG!" Justin Roberts announced, his voice barely audible over the storm of boos.
Cole dropped his headset, disbelief written all over his face. "I… I can't believe it. The Undisputed System has done it again. Five matches… five wins… they've cleaned house completely."
Lawler's voice was heavy. "They've beaten Triple H, Shawn Michaels, DX, and the McMahons. They've conquered everything. My God, what's left?"
Striker concluded solemnly, "This is domination. This is control. The Undisputed System doesn't just win, they Monday Night RAW now. Hell maybe even WWE as a whole."
In the ring, Sandro knelt on one knee, exhausted, clutching the United States Championship to his chest. Kofi stood behind him, arms crossed, staring down at Triple H's broken body. The gold lights bathed them both, the new alliance standing tall over the fallen kings of the past.
The fans booed so loudly it drowned the music for a moment, but then Sandro raised the title high above his head, smirking, sweat and blood glistening under the spotlight. Kofi looked down at Shawn and Triple H on the floor, then raised his fist beside Sandro.
"Shock the System" blared once again through the arena.
Cole whispered bitterly, "Tonight wasn't just about a match… it was about a message. The Undisputed System runs WWE."
As the camera zoomed out, the final image was haunting, Sandro Zhang and Kofi Kingston standing together over the wreckage of Triple H and Shawn, the Undisputed System's symbol flashing across the TitanTron behind them, and the fans' rage echoing through the night, as the world realized that the balance of WWE had just been shattered forever.
The reaction to Extreme Rules on Twitter and across the internet was instantaneous and volcanic. Within minutes of the final bell, hashtags like #ExtremeRules, #DXvsUndisputed, and #KofiTurnedHeel were trending worldwide.
Fans, podcasters, journalists, even retired wrestlers all weighed in, half in disbelief, half in outrage. No one, not even the most cynical of wrestling analysts, could have predicted the night that unfolded. It wasn't just an Undisputed System victory, it was an annihilation. Five matches. Five wins. Total dominance.
It didn't matter which corner of wrestling fandom you looked at, Reddit threads, fan forums, YouTube reactions, or post show review streams, everyone was talking about the same thing and that is how the hell did DX and the McMahon alliance get completely wiped out?
At first, most fans assumed the night would end in a balanced war, two wins for DX, three for the Undisputed System, maybe even Triple H walking away as the new United States Champion to cap off a hard fought redemption story.
Others thought Sandro would somehow retain his title but still lose the overall battle, giving DX their moral victory while keeping Sandro strong for future storylines. But what they got instead was something no one saw coming, the Undisputed System not just winning but dominating, in every match, every confrontation, every ounce of momentum.
Podcaster JDFromNY uploaded his emergency reaction video barely ten minutes after the pay per view ended. His voice was a mix of shock and awe.
"Bro… I don't even know what to say. That wasn't just booking, that was a statement. They made Sandro Zhang look like the final boss of WWE. And Kofi?! Kofi joining the Undisputed System?! Why Kofi why?! This is unreal."
Even veteran wrestling journalists were stunned. Dave Meltzer tweeted, "Triple H vs. Sandro Zhang might go down as one of the most brutal No Holds Barred matches WWE has ever done. That finish though, Kofi Kingston turning heel and aligning with Sandro? I'm speechless." Within minutes, the clip of Kofi hitting Trouble in Paradise on Triple H had hit a million views across social platforms.
Fan reactions were split down the middle. One side of the fandom was furious, betrayed, disgusted, and heartbroken. To them, Extreme Rules was supposed to be the night where DX and the McMahons struck back.
It was supposed to be about legacy reclaiming its pride, about experience triumphing over arrogance. Instead, they watched their heroes get demolished, one by one. The first wave of outrage came from the older generation of fans, the ones who grew up watching DX rebel against Vince McMahon in the Attitude Era. Their timelines were filled with disbelief.
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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