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Undertaker sat back on his knees, staring at Sandro with disbelief for the first time. Sandro coughed, rolled onto his side, blood dripping onto the mat, and laughed, actually laughed.
Lawler snarled, "This guy is sick."
Undertaker rose again, slower now, the damage accumulating. Sandro used the ropes to pull himself up.
They met in the center again.
Forearm.
Right hand.
Forearm.
Right hand.
The exchange grew faster, more violent.
Sandro fired a brutal kick to the leg, then another. He ran the ropes—
SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE!
Undertaker stayed on his feet.
Sandro tried again—
SPRINGBOARD DDT—
Undertaker caught him mid air.
CHOKESLAM!
Sandro bounced off the mat.
The Undertaker stood tall, bloodied, breathing hard, staring down at the champion.
The crowd roared his name.
Cole shouted, "This might be it!"
But Undertaker didn't go for the pin, no.
His eyes turned slowly toward the mesh wall on the outside, deliberately, tracing the steel wall of the Cell like a predator measuring the size of its cage.
The crowd sensed it before he even moved.
A low rumble built into a roar.
Lawler's voice dropped. "Uh oh… the Undertaker's thinking about something bad."
Undertaker reached down, wrapping his massive hand around Sandro's wrist, and with a sharp yank dragged him back to his feet. Sandro barely had time to gasp before Undertaker hurled him through the ropes like discarded scrap metal.
Sandro hit hard, skidding across the thin padding, clutching his ribs as blood dripped from his face onto the passing to the concrete below it through the gaps. The crowd stood as one, anticipation buzzing like static in the air.
Undertaker followed.
He didn't rush. He stepped over the ropes and dropped to the floor, his boots thudding against the arena surface. The camera caught his eyes, focused, cold, locked in. This wasn't spectacle. This was punishment.
Undertaker grabbed Sandro by the hair and dragged him across the floor, past the ring post, toward the right side of the Cell, right near the commentary table. Cole, Lawler, and Striker could be seen instinctively standing up, headsets half off, realizing just how close this was about to get.
Cole's voice cracked with adrenaline. "Guys, they're coming our way, this is dangerous territory!"
Undertaker leaned Sandro back first against the bottom portion of the Cell wall. The steel mesh bowed slightly under Sandro's weight. Sandro's arms draped uselessly over the chain links, chest heaving, blood dripping from his forehead and nose. Sandro tried to swing, weakly at first, then desperately, but Undertaker absorbed it all, stone faced.
Undertaker stepped back.
One step.
Two.
The crowd knew.
A rising roar.
A collective inhale.
"NO! NO!" Lawler yelled.
Undertaker charged.
BIG BOOT, STRAIGHT THROUGH THE CELL WALL.
The impact drove Sandro backward with such force that the bottom section of the Cell wall buckled and snapped free from its anchors. Steel shrieked. The mesh tore loose. Sandro's body blasted through the wall and skidded violently across the floor, stopping just feet from the barricade.
The entire arena detonated.
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Cole was screaming. "THE UNDERTAKER JUST KICKED HIM THROUGH THE CELL!"
Lawler stood up, hands on his head. "GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!"
Striker was losing it. "That wall just collapsed! The structure just gave way! That's not supposed to happen!"
The steel wall bent outward, jagged and warped, leaving a massive opening. Officials rushed toward the area but stopped short, knowing there was nothing they could do.
Undertaker stood over Sandro, chest heaving, blood dripping freely down his face now, staining the floor. He grabbed Sandro by the hair and dragged him away from the wreckage.
Sandro groaned, coughing, spitting blood, but even now he was still moving.
Cole said incredulously, "How is he still conscious?"
Undertaker rolled Sandro back into the ring through the opening, then followed him inside, stepping over the broken steel like it was nothing.
The referee checked on both men briefly, then waved it off.
The match continued.
Undertaker stalked Sandro, pulling him up and delivering a brutal uppercut that snapped Sandro's head back. He followed with another, then a third, backing Sandro into the corner.
Undertaker grabbed him—
Sandro lashed out with a sudden thumb to the eye.
Boos erupted.
Lawler snarled, "There it is! There's the coward!"
Sandro stumbled forward, shaking his head, adrenaline keeping him upright. He exploded with a sudden burst of speed, connecting with a stiff knee strike, then another, then a sharp kick to the leg that finally dropped Undertaker to one knee.
Sandro hit the ropes—
LOW DROPKICK TO THE KNEE.
Undertaker grimaced, grabbing his leg.
Striker observed, "Sandro is dismantling him piece by piece."
Sandro dragged Undertaker to the center and hit a brutal snap suplex, then rolled through into a second, then a third, completing the trifecta. He popped to his feet, blood smeared across his chest, and screamed at the crowd.
They booed louder.
Sandro climbed to the middle rope and launched—
DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE CHEST.
He covered.
ONE—
TWO—
Undertaker kicked out.
The arena shook.
Sandro slammed the mat, frustration flashing across his face. He wiped blood from his eyes and glanced up at the Cell.
An idea sparked.
Sandro rolled out of the ring, leave the cell, and began climbing the steel.
Cole shouted, "He's going up! He's going up the Cell!"
Lawler panicked. "That's Undertaker's world up there!"
Sandro climbed fast, gripping the steel, boots finding purchase. He reached the top edge and pulled himself onto the roof of the Cell.
The crowd went insane.
Undertaker meanwhile rose slowly in the ring, looked up, and tilted his head.
Then he leave the ring, leave the cell, and started climbing too.
The camera followed as both men ascended the structure, the steel mesh bowing slightly under their combined weight.
Striker said breathlessly, "We're twenty feet above the ring right now."
Sandro reached the top first, staggering to his feet, arms spread wide like a conqueror.
The boos were deafening.
Undertaker pulled himself up moments later, standing tall, looming, bloodied but unbroken.
The fans chanted his name again, louder than ever.
"UNDERTAKER!" UNDERTAKER! UNDERTAKER!"
They stood on top of the Cell.
Face to face.
The Dallas crowd lost its mind.
Cole shouted, "This is insanity! This is career ending territory!"
Sandro threw the first punch.
Undertaker fired back.
They traded heavy, echoing blows, each strike reverberating through the steel beneath their feet. Sandro slipped once, barely catching himself on the edge, heart stopping the entire arena.
Lawler yelled, "Watch your footing!"
Sandro recovered and delivered a sharp kick to Undertaker's leg, then another. He went for a spinning backfist—
Undertaker caught the arm.
CHOKESLAM, NO!
Sandro slipped free and shoved Undertaker toward the edge.
Undertaker stopped himself inches from falling, turned—
BIG RIGHT HAND.
Sandro stumbled back.
Undertaker charged—
Sandro leapfrogged him.
Undertaker turned—
SANDRO HIT A SNAP DDT ON THE CELL ROOF.
The steel groaned.
The crowd gasped.
Sandro crawled to his knees, breathing heavily, blood dripping through the mesh to the ring below.
Striker said in awe, "The audacity of this man…"
Sandro dragged Undertaker up and attempted to lift him—
Undertaker blocked it.
Headbutt.
Another.
Sandro wobbled.
Undertaker grabbed him—
LAST RIDE POWERBOMB ON THE CELL ROOF.
The steel buckled beneath them.
The impact echoed like thunder.
Both men lay still for several seconds.
"This is unreal," Cole whispered.
Undertaker rolled onto his knees first, using the Cell to push himself up. He grabbed Sandro by the throat again, lifting him.
Sandro kicked frantically, landing weak shots to the ribs.
Undertaker dragged him toward the center of the Cell roof.
The mesh beneath them creaked ominously.
Lawler screamed, "Not the middle! NOT THE MIDDLE!"
Undertaker raised Sandro high.
The crowd realized what was happening.
"No! No! No!"
CHOKESLAM—
STRAIGHT THROUGH THE CELL ROOF.
The mesh collapsed violently, exploding downward as Sandro crashed through the center of the Cell, plummeting straight down into the ring below.
The sound was catastrophic.
The entire stadium froze then erupted.
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
"OH MY GOD!" Cole screamed. "HE JUST WENT THROUGH THE CELL! THROUGH THE CELL!"
Striker shouted, "THE ROOF JUST GAVE WAY! THE UNDERTAKER JUST KILLED HIM! "
Lawler was on his feet, hands shaking. "THAT'S IT! THAT HAS TO BE IT!"
The camera cut to Sandro lying in the ring, sprawled out, surrounded by broken steel mesh, barely moving.
Undertaker knelt at the edge of the hole above, staring down at his fallen opponent, chest heaving, blood pouring freely now.
The crowd chanted, "UNDERTAKER!" "UNDERTAKER!"
Undertaker carefully climbed down the side of the Cell, descending with deliberate control despite the damage to his knee. He stepped through the ropes and stood in the ring amid the wreckage.
He loomed over Sandro.
The referee checked on Sandro, but Sandro weakly waved him off, coughing, rolling onto his side.
Cole said, stunned, "He fell twenty feet… and he's still alive."
Undertaker bent down and grabbed Sandro by the hair.
Sandro, barely conscious, suddenly lashed out with a forearm.
Undertaker rocked back.
The crowd gasped.
Sandro dragged himself up, leaning on Undertaker, blood pouring from his face, eyes wild.
Lawler muttered, "This kid refuses to die."
Sandro threw another forearm.
Undertaker answered with a right hand that nearly took Sandro's head off.
Both men staggered.
The adrenaline in the arena was suffocating.
Undertaker set his feet again, signaled—
THROAT SLASH.
The crowd erupted once more.
He lifted Sandro—
Sandro slipped out again.
LOW BLOW.
The boos were nuclear.
Cole shouted angrily, "DAMN IT!"
Sandro collapsed to his knees, breathing hard, survival instinct overriding everything else.
Undertaker doubled over.
Sandro surged up and hit a sudden snap German suplex, dropping Undertaker on his shoulders amidst the wreckage. He followed with a brutal knee strike to the skull.
Sandro then drag himself into the corner, exhausted, chest heaving, blood and sweat coating him.
He looked at Undertaker.
Then at the broken Cell roof above.
Then back at Undertaker.
A twisted smile crept across his face.
Sandro's twisted smile lingered for just a second longer than it should have.
Then he rolled under the bottom rope, dragging his battered body out of the ring and back onto the steel floor inside the Cell. Every movement looked like it cost him years off his life. He clutched his ribs, staggered, nearly collapsed, but he kept moving.
Cole's voice rose with alarm.
"What is he doing now?! He can barely stand!"
Lawler shot back, disgusted.
"He's not done yet. Of course he's not done. This man doesn't feel pain the way normal people do."
Sandro looked up at the Cell roof again. The massive hole in the center loomed above the ring like an open wound. Bent steel hung downward, jagged and warped from where bodies had already crashed through it once tonight.
Striker said quietly, almost in disbelief,
"He's not thinking… no way he's thinking—"
Sandro grabbed the steel mesh and began climbing again.
The crowd exploded, half screaming, half chanting, unable to believe what they were witnessing. Boos rained down like thunder, mixed with stunned gasps as Sandro hauled himself upward despite the blood slicking his hands.
Cole was shouting now.
"He already fell through the Cell! He already went through hell! What more does he want?!"
Lawler answered bitterly.
"He wants to survive. That's all this is. Survival at any cost."
Inside the ring, the Undertaker was still on one knee, one hand braced against the mat, breathing slow but heavy. His eyes tracked upward, following Sandro's ascent. He didn't rush to stop him. He didn't panic.
He waited.
Striker picked up on it immediately.
"Undertaker knows. He knows what's coming… and he's still waiting."
Sandro reached the top again, dragging himself onto the roof of the Cell for the second time. He didn't stand tall now. There was no grand pose, no arrogance. He crawled on all fours, chest heaving, blood dripping down through the mesh and splattering onto the ring canvas below.
The camera cut between Sandro above and Undertaker beneath, the visual symmetry terrifying.
Sandro reached the edge of the hole.
He looked down.
Twenty feet below, the Undertaker slowly rose to both knees in the center of the ring, shoulders squared, head lifted. His eyes locked upward, meeting Sandro's through the torn steel.
For a moment, time felt frozen.
Cole whispered,
"This is madness."
Sandro pushed himself to his feet. His legs shook violently. He spread his arms out wide, not in celebration, not in arrogance, but like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, fully aware there was no turning back.
The crowd roared, some chanting "NO! NO! NO!" while others screamed his name in pure hatred.
Lawler was almost pleading.
"Don't do it! This isn't necessary!"
Sandro didn't hesitate.
He stepped forward—
And leapt.
DIVING BODY SPLASH.
Sandro hurled himself straight through the broken center of the Cell roof, crashing downward like a missile. The steel groaned, fragments snapping loose as he plummeted, arms outstretched.
The impact was cataclysmic. Sandro smashed into the Undertaker's chest in the center of the ring, the force driving both men flat to the mat amidst the wreckage. The ring buckled under them. The sound echoed through the stadium like a car crash.
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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