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AJ and Nikki slid into the ring, raising Alexa's arm as she smirked into the camera. The Undisputed System was off to a perfect start. After a brief highlight package, the mood shifted.
Kofi Kingston's music hit.
The lights took on a neon glow, and out came Kofi Kingston, flanked by a veritable army of arrogance. Accompanied by Paul Heyman, the Intercontinental Championship around his waist.
Behind them came Chris Jericho with the World Heavyweight Title, and Dolph Ziggler with the NXT Championship, living proof of the Undisputed System's iron grip.
Kofi was there to defend his Intercontinental Title against the legendary Rey Mysterio, and the match was exactly the high flying, heart stopping encounter the fans expected.
Cole leaned in. "This is going to be special."
Lawler nodded. "Speed versus speed. Heart versus athleticism."
The bell rang, and the match was electric from the opening lock up.
The speed was dizzying. Rey moved like a blur, hitting headscissors and seated sentons that kept Kofi off balance. But this was a different Kofi Kingston, he was meaner, more calculated.
Under the guidance of the Undisputed System, he had traded some of his flash for sheer brutality. Every time Rey tried to build momentum, Kofi would cut him off with a stiff kick or a well placed knee.
Striker praised the action. "This is wrestling at its purest form."
The climax of the match saw Rey set Kofi up for the 619, but as the "Master of the 619" swung through the ropes, Kofi manages to avoid in at the last sceond.
Then in a shocking display of disrespect, Kofi actually executed a 619 of his own on Mysterio after putting the kan on the second rope, leaving the veteran dazed.
One perfectly timed Trouble in Paradise later, and Kofi was pinning Rey's shoulders to the mat.
Pinfall.
Kofi retained his title.
Heyman applauded proudly as Kofi raised the title.
"They're sweeping the board, King!" Cole shouted as the "System" entourage retreated backstage. "Is there anyone who can stop this momentum?"
The answer didn't seem to be coming in the next match. The massive frames of Big E and Ryback emerged from the back, accompanied once again by the tireless Paul Heyman.
They were there to defend the World Tag Team Titles against the street tough duo of Cryme Tyme. JTG and Shad Gaspard came out with their usual energy, trying to use their quickness and double team maneuvers to rattle the powerhouses. But you can't out hustle a mountain.
Big E and Ryback treated the match like a televised sparring session. The sheer physics of the encounter were lopsided, every time Shad tried to shoulder tackle Ryback, it was like a car hitting a brick wall.
JTG tried to use his agility to create an opening, but Big E caught him mid air, transitioning into a rib-shattering backbreaker. The end came when Shad was dumped to the outside, leaving JTG alone in the ring.
Big E hoisted the smaller man up, delivering a thunderous Big Ending that seemed to vibrate the entire arena. The pinfall was academic.
Big E and Ryback didn't even celebrate, they simply took their belts from the referee and walked toward the back, looking like two men who had just finished a light workout.
"It's a massacre," Matt Striker noted, his voice low. "The Hart Foundation is the only team left that can save the tag division tonight."
The mood in the arena grew slightly more respectful as The Hart Dynasty, Tyson Kidd and David Hart Smith, made their way to the ring, accompanied by Natalya.
They represented a legacy of technical excellence, a stark contrast to the "New World" order of the Undisputed System. Their opponents, Drew McIntyre and Wade Barrett, appeared with Heyman, looking like two gladiators sent to crush a rebellion.
The match was the most competitive of the night thus far. Kidd and Smith utilized their Hart Dungeon training to perfection, grounding the larger men with intricate submissions and lightning fast tags.
For the first ten minutes, it actually looked like the titles might change hands. Smith used his incredible strength to suplex Wade across the ring, while Kidd's "springboard" offense kept Drew guessing.
Natalya cheered from ringside, her presence giving the challengers the emotional edge they needed.
However, Wade wasn't just a brawler, he was a strategist. He noticed Kidd's slight hesitation during a top rope maneuver and exploited it.
A subtle pull of the trunks, a hidden thumb to the eye, the Undisputed System way. As the referee was distracted by a shouting match with Smith on the apron, Wade uncorked a devastating Bull Hammer elbow that nearly turned Kidd inside out.
Before Kidd could even hit the mat, Drew, the legal man, was already in mid air. He connected with a Claymore kick so powerful that the sound of boot meeting jaw was audible in the back row of the stadium. Drew made the cover, hooking the leg with an arrogant stare toward Natalya.
The three count rang out like a death knell for the Hart Foundation's hopes. The Undisputed System had successfully defended every single piece of gold they walked into the arena with.
The dominance was total. The Undisputed System was running perfectly, a well oiled machine of violence and political maneuvering that seemed to have no fail safe.
Cole exhaled sharply at the desk. "Every title. Every match. The Undisputed System has walked through this event like an army."
Lawler shook his head. "And the scariest part, Cole? They don't look like they're even close to done."
Striker glanced down the card, then back up at the ring. "And we still have one more match before the main event."
The air inside the arena shifted as the final championship defense before the main event was announced. There was a different kind of electricity now, not just excitement, but tension, the kind that crawled up your spine and stayed there.
Everyone knew what was coming after this match. Everyone knew the night was building toward something violent and unforgettable. But first, there was still one more prize to be fought over.
The lights dimmed slightly, and then—
BREAK THE WALLS DOWN.
The reaction was instant.
Chris Jericho stepped onto the stage, the World Heavyweight Championship strapped tightly around his waist, his arms spread wide as if to soak in both the cheers and the boos. Paul Heyman followed close behind, whispering something into Jericho's ear, pointing toward the ring with sharp intent.
Flanking them were Big E and Ryback, the World Tag Team Champions looming like executioners. Their presence alone shifted the mood. This wasn't just a title defense. This was an escort.
Cole's voice hardened. "Chris Jericho defending the World Heavyweight Championship tonight, but let's be honest, this is not a fair fight."
Lawler nodded. "Not with that kind of backup."
Jericho paused at the top of the ramp, slowly raising the title over his head as the boos washed over him. He smirked, turned, and deliberately took his time walking to the ring, Big E and Ryback stalking behind him like bodyguards escorting royalty.
Then the lights dropped.
Red fire burst from the stage.
The familiar, ominous music hit, and the crowd exploded again.
The Big Red Machine emerged through the flames, his presence instantly changing the temperature in the building. His eyes were locked forward, jaw clenched, fists already taped and flexing. This wasn't theatrical Kane.
This was a man who had been World Heavyweight Champion not long ago and who looked very much like someone who believed that championship still belonged to him.
But Kane wasn't alone.
R-Truth and John Morrison followed closely behind, flanking him with determination written across their faces. This wasn't just about Kane reclaiming gold, it was about neutralizing the Undisputed System's numbers advantage.
Cole immediately picked up on it. "Smart move by Kane. He knows exactly what he's up against."
Lawler nodded. "For once, Jericho can't hide behind numbers… or at least, that's the idea."
The six men stared each other down from opposite sides of the ring as Kane stepped through the ropes, climbing onto the apron and slowly raising his arms, flames shooting from the turnbuckles to another massive pop.
Jericho leaned back in his corner, rolling his shoulders, his eyes never leaving Kane.
The referee checked both men.
Then he signaled for the bell.
Kane exploded out of his corner.
Jericho barely had time to react.
The Big Red Machine charged like a freight train, forcing Jericho to duck and roll under the ropes to the outside before Kane could crush him into the turnbuckle.
Kane stopped just short of impact, his chest heaving as he glared down at Jericho, who was already backing away, palms raised defensively, shouting something toward Heyman.
Cole laughed sharply. "Jericho wanted no part of that!"
Striker added, "This is exactly the danger Kane presents, raw, overwhelming power."
Jericho circled the ring, buying time, trying to reset. Big E and Ryback loomed behind him, but R-Truth and Morrison moved immediately, positioning themselves between the giants and the ring, arms out, warning them not to try anything.
Jericho slid back in cautiously.
The moment he did, Kane grabbed him by the throat.
The crowd exploded.
Jericho kicked wildly, managing to break free by raking Kane's eyes, staggering him just enough to escape to the ropes. He rebounded with a dropkick to Kane's knee, trying to chop the big man down to size.
It barely worked.
Kane stumbled but didn't fall.
Jericho's eyes widened.
Kane roared and swung a massive right hand that sent Jericho crashing to the mat. The pace slowed immediately as Kane imposed his will, big boots, clubbing blows, a thunderous sidewalk slam that rattled the ring.
Kane went for the cover.
ONE.
TWO—
Jericho kicked out.
Kane dragged him up, whipping him into the corner, following with a crushing avalanche splash. He backed up, signaling for another.
Jericho slipped out at the last second.
Kane hit nothing but turnbuckle.
Jericho seized the opening, chopping Kane's leg again, then locking in a quick front facelock, trying to slow the monster down with grappling and leverage. He transitioned into a side headlock, grinding his forearm across Kane's face, doing everything he could to sap the strength from the bigger man.
Striker praised the strategy. 'Jericho knows he can't win a power game. This is survival."
The match became a clash of styles, Kane's raw strength versus Jericho's technical precision and underhanded tactics. Kane hit suplexes, spinebusters, a devastating sidewalk slam. Jericho countered with roll ups, arm drags, low kicks, and constant movement.
Every time Jericho got thrown, he rolled to the ropes. Every time Kane grabbed him, Jericho clawed at eyes or ears.
Eventually, Kane caught him mid-run and planted him with a massive powerslam.
The cover again.
ONE.
TWO—
Jericho kicked out again.
Frustration crept across Kane's face.
He hauled Jericho up, setting him for a chokeslam.
The crowd rose to its feet.
Jericho slipped behind him.
Low kick.
Kane staggered.
Jericho hit the ropes—
And Kane caught him again, lifting him into a backbreaker that bent Jericho nearly in half.
Lawler winced. "Kane might've broken him in two!"
Kane signaled for the end, pulling Jericho up once more.
But Jericho struck first, jabbing Kane in the eye.
Once.
Twice.
The referee warned him.
Jericho nodded apologetically.
Then he did it again anyway.
Kane roared, swinging wildly, and his arm clipped the referee, sending him tumbling to the mat.
The crowd erupted in boos.
Cole shouted, "Not like this! Not like this!"
Jericho's face changed instantly.
The smile vanished.
The mask dropped.
He kicked Kane square between the legs.
The crowd gasped.
Then again.
And again.
Three vicious low blows.
Kane collapsed to his knees, then to the mat.
R-Truth and John Morrison sprinted toward the ring, but Big E and Ryback moved like trained guards.
Big E blasted Morrison with a spinebuster on the floor. Ryback flattened Truth with a clothesline that turned him inside out.
Striker shouted, "This is chaos! Absolute chaos!"
Jericho goes to rn to the ropes.
LIONSAULT.
He didn't stop.
He run again.
Second LIONSAULT.
Jericho dragged Kane up, screaming in his face.
CODEBREAKER.
Jericho collapsed onto Kane for the pin as the referee slowly stirred, crawling into position.
The count was slow.
Painfully slow.
ONE.
TWO.
THREE.
The bell rang to an avalanche of boos.
Jericho rolled off Kane, clutching the title to his chest, a twisted grin spreading across his face as Big E and Ryback stood guard.
Cole was furious. "This is disgusting! That's not how a champion should win!"
Lawler shook his head. "But it is how Jericho wins."
Striker added quietly, "The Undisputed System survives again."
Jericho raised the World Heavyweight Championship high as Kane lay broken in the ring. The System regrouped and left, the damage done.
The ring was soon cleared.
And then—
Everything changed.
The lights went out.
GONG.
The sound reverberated through the arena like a death knell.
The crowd erupted.
GONG.
Fog poured across the stage.
Purple light flooded the arena as the unmistakable silhouette appeared.
The Undertaker.
Flames erupted behind him as he stepped forward, hat low, coat billowing, eyes fixed on the ring that would soon become his domain.
Cole's voice dropped to a reverent hush. "Here we go."
Lawler exhaled. "This… this is what everyone came to see."
The Undertaker walked slowly, deliberately, every step heavy with history. He didn't look at the fans, his eyes were fixed on the ring, or rather, the space where the ring was about to become a cage.
The Dallas crowd, usually divided, was now a single, roaring voice, chanting for the man from Death Valley.
Justin Roberts' voice echoed through the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen… this match is the main event of the evening!"
The crowd roared.
"It is a Hell in a Cell match… scheduled for one fall… and it is for the WWE Championship!"
Another massive pop.
"Introducing first… the challenger… from Death Valley… weighing 299 pounds… THEEEEE UNDERRRRTAAAAKERRRR!"
The roar was thunderous.
Cole leaned into his headset, his voice hushed with reverence. "This is it. The conscience of the WWE. The last line of defense against the arrogance of the System. If anyone can break Sandro Zhang, it's the man standing in that ring right now."
Lawler nodded. "I've seen a lot of things in this business, but the Undertaker in Hell in a Cell? That's a death sentence. Sandro has all the titles, all the girls, and all the ego, but tonight, he's in the Devil's playground."
Striker added, "If there's anyone who can end Sandro's delusion… it's him."
The Undertaker climbed the steps and entered the ring, his long coat sweeping the canvas. He removed his hat, rolled his eyes into the back of his head, and stood like a statue of granite.
Suddenly, the speakers shrieked with the familiar opening of "Shock the System," the Undisputed System's calling card.
Then—
Static.
The opening riff hit.
CULT OF PERSONALITY.
The boos were instant and vicious.
Sandro stepped onto the stage alone, WWE Championship on his shoulder, United States Title around his waist. He spread his arms wide as a massive pyrotechnic display shot out from behind him, framing him in a halo of sparks and smoke, soaking in the hatred like fuel.
Justin Roberts continued. "And introducing the champion… representing the Undisputed System… from Orlando, Florida… weighing 220 pounds… he is the WWE United States Champion… and the WWE Champion… THE GOD OF WWE… SAAANDROOO ZHAAAAAANG!"
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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, & 1x WWE Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner, 1x Mr. Money In The Bank, Youngest WWE Champion, & PWI Top 500 (No.1)
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0