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He raised the mic. "And trust me—" Suddenly, the Madison Square Garden lights turned off again. The crowd erupted. Because someone was coming. Someone big. Someone furious enough to make the building tremble.
When the lights dropped, the Garden erupted into a roar so loud it rattled the camera scaffolding. A sea of cell-phone lights flickered across the darkness like stars in a storm. For two seconds, nothing moved, just noise, panic, anticipation, electricity.
Then immediately, right after that, Big Show's entrance music "WELLLLL… IT'S THE BIG SHOW!!!" blasted through the arena speakers with a thunderous roar, and the entire Madison Square Garden shook from the sheer force of the pyro exploding across the entrance stage.
The titantron exploded in white and blue as a thunderous blast of pyro detonated across the stage. The lights snapped back on, bathing Madison Square Garden in a blinding glow.
The crowd erupted, a mixture of cheers, relief, and sheer excitement, because the WWE Champion himself was here, and not just walking out… he'd come out marching with that unmistakable presence that could turn an arena into a volcano. Madison Square Garden vibrated from the roar of thousands of fans rising to their feet in unison.
Cole practically leaped out of his seat. "THE WWE CHAMPION! THE BIG SHOW IS HERE AT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN!"
Lawler added with a laugh, "And judging by the look on his face, HE DOES NOT look happy!"
Big Show held a microphone in one giant hand and the WWE Championship in the other, its plate reflecting the gold light as he stepped to the top of the ramp. He wasn't smiling.
He wasn't playing. His jaw was set, his shoulders squared, and every step he took radiated the kind of raw authority only a man who'd been champion many times over could command.
Down in the ring, the camera cut to Sandro, who slowly turned with a deep scowl darkening his face. The MSG crowd booed him instantly again, but Sandro barely reacted.
His eyes were locked on the titan of a man standing at the entrance. His posture shifted, shoulders back, chin raised, not out of fear, but the arrogance of a man who sincerely believed the entire building existed solely for him.
Beside him, Heyman leaned close and whispered something directly into his ear, something the cameras couldn't catch. Whatever it was, it made Sandro's smirk twitch faintly, almost as if Heyman was feeding him a piece of strategy, a warning, or a reminder of the power he already held.
But Sandro did not respond. His gaze remained fixed on Big Show.
Big Show lifted the mic, letting the noise settle just a little, his presence alone demanding attention.
"Sandro…" Big Show's voice boomed, tone carrying across the entire arena without even needing the microphone. "Last week on Friday… you made a very… VERY wrong move."
The crowd cheered loudly.
Big Show took one more step forward, raising the WWE Championship so the plate gleamed from the lights.
"You invaded SmackDown," he continued, "ran your mouth about how you and your little faction, the Undisputed System, were gonna TAKE SmackDown's titles… CLAIM SmackDown's champions… like this place was some playground for you to run around in."
The crowd popped again, loving every second of Big Show calling him out.
"And on top of that," Big Show said, tapping the center plate of his title loudly, the echo sharp even through the speakers, "you said every title on RAW already belongs to the Undisputed System."
He paused.
Then tapped the WWE Championship again.
"This one… is still in MY hands. Not yours. Not Heyman's. Not the Undisputed System's."
The fans cheered wildly. Even Cole and Lawler on commentary were buzzing, neither holding back their excitement.
In the ring, Sandro slowly tilted his head and then he laughed.
Not a casual chuckle. Not an amused reaction.
A full, unrestrained, mocking laugh directly into the microphone that echoed through MSG.
The building booed instantly, furious at the disrespect, but Sandro didn't stop. He actually bent slightly forward, clutching the microphone near his chest like he'd just heard the funniest joke of the year.
He finally stopped and raised the mic back to his lips.
"Big man… big man…" he said, emphasizing the words with a smirk, "you still don't get it, do you?"
The crowd roared in anger.
Sandro continued.
"That WWE Championship…" He pointed directly at the title on Big Show's shoulder. "It already belongs to me. Technically speaking. It's not a question of if. It's a question of when."
Big Show narrowed his eyes, but he didn't interrupt.
Sandro spread his arms arrogantly.
"You could lose that belt next week, next month… or hold it till WrestleMania. Whether it's you holding that title… or whoever beats you… doesn't matter. Because I still haven't decided when I want to cash in my briefcase. But I know how the story ends."
He tapped his United States Championship.
"This belt stays with me for a long… LONG time. And when I do take that one off your shoulder? I become the first double champion of the modern era. The first to hold both belts at the same time. Joining the most prestigious club in wrestling history. A club your fat ass will never get into."
The audience gasped, OOHHHHHH, while Lawler shouted, "Oh come on! That's just disrespectful!"
Sandro meanwhile pointed at the screaming fans with a proud smirk.
"And as for this PG era you all love?" He shrugged. "I ended it the moment I showed up, debuted here on WWE."
The crowd erupted, mixed cheers and heavy boos. They hated his arrogance, hated the disrespect. But they also, deep down, knew he wasn't wrong. He had ripped the heart out of the PG era and replaced it with carnage, unpredictability, and pure ruthless talent.
Big Show listened, jaw tightening, but he waited for Sandro to finish gloating before demanding the mic back up to his face.
"First modern double champ?" Big Show said slowly, disbelievingly. "Are you DREAMING?"
Sandro raised an eyebrow, amused.
"That will NEVER happen," Big Show finished.
The crowd roared in approval.
Sandro chuckled again but this time it was colder. Sharper. More mocking.
"Who gave you the confidence to say that?" he asked with a tilt of his head. "Seriously. Who? Because with this briefcase—" He pointed at the MITB case in Heyman's hand. "—and with THIS United States Championship that NO ONE can take from me… I'm becoming double champ whether your pebble sized brain can understand that or not."
The fans exploded.
"PEBBLE SIZED BRAIN?! COME ON!" Lawler shouted.
Big Show straightened his shoulders, unamused and unsmiling.
"Oh, you'll never be defeated?" Big Show asked. "You'll hold that United States Championship forever?"
Sandro smirked again.
Big Show lowered his mic for a moment… then raised it again with a grin slowly spreading across his face.
"Well, that is," he said, "IF you can survive the people I personally asked the Chairman of WWE himself… Mr. McMahon… to approve."
The roof nearly blew off Madison Square Garden.
A massive gasp erupted from commentary and the entire audience, Cole practically choking on his own breath.
"WHAT?!"
Lawler stood up. "WAIT, WHAT DID BIG SHOW JUST SAY?!"
Sandro's expression shifted, not fear, but irritation, as he slowly turned his head toward Heyman.
Heyman held up both hands, shaking his head rapidly. "I wasn't told ANYTHING about this! I haven't been informed about ANYTHING! I swear to you—"
Big Show laughed into the mic.
"Oh, what's wrong, Sandro?" he said mockingly. "Your 'special advisor'… your RAW General Manager… didn't know anything about this? Don't blame him. This was made OFFICIAL while he was accompanying you running your mouth a few minutes ago."
The crowd screamed at the top of their lungs. Heyman turned red, embarrassed and furious at being blindsided. Sandro stepped closer to the ropes, gripping the top strand tightly, staring daggers up the ramp.
"And without further ado…" Big Show said, taking a step to the side, "here are the challengers… that Mr. McMahon approved."
The building went silent for half a heartbeat…
And then—
"MY TIME IS NOW!!!"
John Cena's music blasted through the arena and the fans EXPLODED. The Garden became a madhouse as Cena burst out from behind the curtain in full energy, hat low, handkerchief hanging from his back pocket, eyes locked straight on Sandro.
Cole nearly jumped out of his chair. "IT'S CENA! JOHN CENA IS HERE!"
Lawler yelled, "The former WWE Champion! One of the man Sandro AND the Undisputed System attacked last week!"
Cena and Big Show exchanged a firm nod before Cena took his spot beside him, arms crossed, almost vibrating with anticipation.
The crowd barely had a moment to breathe before—
"VOICES" hit.
The arena filled with mixed reactions, boos, cheers, pure noise, as Randy Orton appeared. Slow. Calculated. Cold. His eyes were already locked on Sandro like a predator staring at prey.
Cole nearly dropped his headset. "Orton isn't here to help Cena. He isn't here to help Big Show. He's here because he wants to hurt Sandro."
Lawler nodded. "That's a man with his OWN agenda."
Orton stepped beside Cena, keeping his hands down, but his stare never once left Sandro. Madison Square Garden felt like it was about to collapse under the sheer sound of the crowd.
And then—
"I WALK ALONE…"
The Garden became a swirling storm of boos and cheers as Batista walked onto the stage. The Animal. The powerhouse. The man Sandro and the Undisputed System had put down last week like a pack of hyenas ambushing prey.
Batista stepped between Orton and Cena, glaring down the ramp with a fury that radiated off him like fire.
Batista moved to stand beside Cena and Orton, completing the trio.
Cole was screaming now. "OH MY GOD! BATISTA TOO! .ALL THREE! CENA! ORTON! BATISTA! THE SAME THREE MEN WHO GOT TAKEN OUT BY THE UNDISPUTED SYSTEM LAST WEEK!"
Lawler added, "AND NOW THEY'RE ALL STANDING THERE, READY TO TEAR SANDRO APART!"
Big Show lifted the mic again.
"The main event tonight…" he said with a satisfied grin, "will be a Fatal Four Way… for the United States Championship."
The crowd SCREAMED. People jumped from their seats. Trash flew in the air. Even security had trouble holding fans back from rushing the barricade.
"Including these three men," Big Show continued, pointing to Cena, Orton, and Batista, "the SAME men you and your little group beat down last week."
Lawler yelled. "OH MY GOD, WHAT A MAIN EVENT, CENA! ORTON! BATISTA! AND SANDRO!"
Cole added, "This is chaos! This is insane! This is punishment for the Undisputed System!"
Sandro stepped forward, veins bulging in his neck.
His rage lit the mic on fire.
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!"
The crowd exploded in boos.
Heyman grabbed Sandro's arm, trying to calm him, but Sandro ripped away from him violently.
He pointed up the ramp at all four men standing there, Big Show, Cena, Orton, Batista.
"YOU THINK FOUR OF YOU CAN STOP ME!?"
He slammed his United States Title against his chest.
"THIS stays with me. DO YOU HEAR ME!? THIS STAYS WITH ME FOREVER!"
The crowd booed even harder.
Cena smirked.
Orton tilted his head like a snake studying prey.
Batista cracked his knuckles.
Big Show simply tapped the WWE Championship again and said.
"We'll see about that."
The fans roared.
Sandro lifted the Money in the Bank briefcase from Heyman's grasp, holding it high above his head.
"AND THIS, THIS IS MY INSURANCE POLICY! THIS IS WHAT MAKES ME UNTOUCHABLE!"
Big Show leaned forward with a grin.
"Not tonight, it doesn't. Tonight, you're stepping into a war with three men who want blood."
Sandro's glare sharpened.
"GOOD." His voice became low, cold, feral. "Because after I beat all three of them… I might cash in on YOU."
A massive wave of boos crashed across MSG.
Cena stepped forward, pointing at Sandro.
"Hey tough guy, how about you make it to the ring first before you start talking about cashing in on anybody?"
The crowd loved it. Batista added, "You're dead tonight." Orton said nothing, he just stared, expression unreadable, as though he was already imagining the violence he would unleash.
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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 & 1x Mr. Money In The Bank
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0