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Sheamus finally managed to lift Sandro onto his shoulders. But just as he turned around to face the table, Edge exploded out of the corner. "SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!" Cole lost his mind as Edge launched himself through the air, catching Sheamus directly in the midsection.
The impact was catastrophic. Edge's Spear drove Sheamus backward. Sheamus, carrying the dead weight of Sandro Zhang on his shoulders, lost his balance entirely. All three men tumbled backward, crashing violently through the wooden table that Sheamus had just set up!
The table exploded into a million pieces. A cloud of sawdust hung in the air. The Houston crowd erupted into a thunderous, sustained chant of "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"
"A three man car crash!" Striker yelled. "Edge sacrificed his own body to take out Sheamus and Sandro! The ring looks like a battlefield!"
For a long, agonizing minute, nothing moved. All six men, Sandro, Edge, Jericho, Kane, Mark Henry, and Sheamus, were completely laid out, scattered across the ring and the ringside floor. The WWE and United States Championships hung above them, swaying gently, untouched.
"This is the brutality of TLC," Lawler whispered, genuinely stunned by the carnage. "These men are taking years off their careers for the chance at glory."
Slowly, the piles of humanity began to stir.
And from the splintered remains of the table in the corner, the God King began to rise.
Sandro Zhang pushed the broken pieces of wood off his chest. His breathing was ragged, his ribs bruised purple and black, but his dark eyes were completely lucid.
The sheer, terrifying willpower of the double champion was on full display. He didn't stumble. He didn't stagger. He stood up, surveying the wreckage around him, and a cold, calculating calmness washed over him.
"Look at his eyes," JBL said, his voice dropping to a reverent whisper. "That is the look of a man who has decided that the games are over. The peasants have had their fun. Now, the King reclaims his titles."
Sandro stepped over the unconscious body of Sheamus. He saw Edge trying to push himself up using the ropes. Sandro didn't rush. He walked over to a discarded steel folding chair, picking it up by the legs.
Edge turned around, still groggy from the massive Spear impact. Sandro swung the chair with terrifying precision, driving the steel rim directly into Edge's midsection, doubling him over. Sandro then quickly unfolded the chair, setting it up in the center of the ring. He grabbed Edge by the hair, dragging him over to the chair.
With surgical brutality, Sandro hooked Edge's arms, lifted him into the air, and executed a devastating Edgecution DDT, Edge's own move, driving the Rated-R Superstar's face directly into the steel seat of the chair!
"Good God almighty!" Cole screamed. "He just used Edge's own maneuver on a steel chair! He might have just broken his jaw!"
Sandro didn't stop. The God King had found his second wind, fueled by sheer arrogance and an absolute refusal to lose his empire. He turned his attention to the outside. Kane was slowly pulling himself up on the ring apron.
Sandro hit the opposite ropes, building incredible momentum, and launched himself through the middle ropes, executing a flawless suicide dive that drove Kane back first into the steel barricade.
"The agility of the champion!" Striker praised. "He's over two hundred and twenty pounds, but he moves like a cruiserweight! He is dictating the pace now!"
Sandro grabbed a kendo stick from under the ring. He slid back inside just as Mark Henry was rolling under the bottom rope. The World's Strongest Man got to his knees, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs.
Sandro unleashed a merciless, rapid fire assault. Whack! Whack! Whack! He brought the kendo stick down repeatedly across Henry's broad back, the fiberglass splintering with every impact. Henry roared in pain, trying to cover up, but Sandro was relentless. He targeted the back of Henry's knees, chopping the giant down until he was completely flat on the mat.
"He is systematically dismantling the biggest threats in this match!" JBL crowed, a massive smile on his face. "This is a masterclass in in ring psychology! You isolate, you incapacitate, and you conquer!"
Jericho, having recovered on the outside, slid into the ring behind Sandro. He spun the champion around, looking to lock in the Codebreaker. But Sandro caught him! With terrifying strength, Sandro caught Jericho in mid air, shifting his weight, and violently transitioned into a spinning sit out powerbomb, driving Jericho spine first onto a folded steel ladder!
Jericho screamed, clutching his back, rolling out of the ring to escape the onslaught.
Sandro stood alone in the center of the ring, surrounded by the broken bodies of five legends. His chest was heaving, his body battered, but his aura was completely undeniable. He was in total control. He had weathered the storm, survived the alliances, and broken the monsters.
He walked over to the towering fifteen foot ladder that had been pushed into the corner. He dragged it to the dead center of the ring, positioning it perfectly beneath the swaying titles.
"He's got the ring cleared!" Cole said, panic creeping into his voice. "He's taken everyone out! Sandro Zhang is making his move!"
"It's over!" JBL cheered, standing up and throwing his arms in the air. "The God King reigns supreme! Crown him! Give him his gold and book his ticket to Tribute to the Troops!"
Sandro began to climb. One rung. Two rungs. Three.
He didn't rush. He climbed with the steady, measured pace of a man ascending to his rightful throne. He reached the midpoint of the ladder.
But below him, the sea of monsters began to stir once again. The match was far from over. The true brutality of TLC was only just beginning, and the God King was about to find out exactly how much punishment it took to keep five desperate men down.
"He's climbing, but look behind him!" Lawler yelled, pointing frantically at the monitor. "They're getting back up! This isn't over yet!"
Sandro Zhang was halfway up the fifteen foot steel ladder, the United States and WWE Championships gleaming like golden beacons just inches from his fingertips.
The Houston crowd was completely unglued, a chaotic symphony of desperate boos and awe struck screams. But the God King had made one critical, arrogant miscalculation, he had underestimated the sheer, collective hatred of the five men he had just left broken on the canvas.
From the wreckage of tables and dented steel chairs, the monsters began to stir. Kane sat up, his unmasked face a mask of pure fury. Mark Henry pushed himself off the mat, his massive chest heaving.
Sheamus shook the cobwebs from his head, his pale skin covered in red welts. Edge and Chris Jericho, the two bitterest rivals of the champion, locked eyes from across the ring. There were no words exchanged, no elaborate handshakes. In that fleeting second, a silent, deadly truce was forged in the fires of absolute desperation.
They all looked up at the ladder. They all looked at Sandro.
"Look at this!" Striker gasped, completely abandoning his analytical tone for pure shock. "The five most dangerous men in the WWE have just formed an impromptu firing squad!"
Kane and Mark Henry, possessing nearly seven hundred pounds of combined, terrifying strength, rushed to the base of the ladder. Sheamus grabbed the adjacent side. Edge and Jericho didn't hesitate; they grabbed the steel rungs, adding their weight and leverage to the effort.
Sandro looked down, realizing the impending catastrophe a fraction of a second too late. His eyes widened in genuine, unfiltered terror.
"What are they doing?!" JBL shrieked, jumping out of his chair, tearing his headset half off. "Get away from him! Get away from the God King!"
"Push!" Cole screamed into his headset. "Push it down!"
With a synchronized, primal roar, the five challengers shoved the towering steel ladder with every ounce of their collective strength.
The ladder tipped. It didn't just fall backward; it was violently launched over the top rope. Sandro Zhang was sent soaring through the Texas air, entirely out of control, plummeting from fifteen feet high directly toward the ringside area.
Time seemed to stand still in the Toyota Center.
CRASH!
Sandro bypassed the barricade entirely and crashed violently, back first, directly through the English announce table.
The heavy wooden desk completely disintegrated upon impact, exploding into a massive cloud of splinters, crushed monitors, and tangled audio cables. The sheer force of the fall sending Cole, Lawler, Striker, and JBL scrambled backwards to the back of their chairs for their lives. A cloud of dust, sparks, and splintered particle board plumed into the air.
"Good God almighty! Good God almighty! They killed him!" Cole shrieked, his voice completely giving out as he crawled backward through a tangle of wires. "As God is my witness, he is broken in half! The champion just fell fifteen feet into the announce table!"
"Mamma mia!" Lawler yelled, clutching his chest. "I have never seen a human body contort like that! The impact was absolutely catastrophic!"
JBL stood frozen at his side of the destroyed desk, his jaw practically hitting the floor, his face pale with horror. "This is murder! This is an absolute travesty! Get the EMTs down here right now! Stop the damn match! They just assassinated the greatest champion in the history of this company!"
"Stop the match?!" Striker argued, safely observing from a few feet away. "This is TLC, John! You sign a waiver for this exact scenario! The God King has fallen, and the throne is completely empty!"
The Houston crowd erupted into an earth shattering chant of "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" staring at the absolute wreckage of the announce table where Sandro lay entirely motionless, buried under the debris.
But inside the ring, the temporary alliance dissolved the very second Sandro went through the announce table. The five remaining challengers turned on each other with the ferocity of starving wolves fighting over a fresh carcass.
Sheamus struck first, delivering a brutal, echoing European uppercut to Edge, staggering the Rated-R Superstar. Jericho immediately capitalized, swinging a steel folding chair directly into the back of Sheamus's knees, chopping the Celtic Warrior down to the mat.
The match evolved into an instant, chaotic classic, a brutal masterpiece of high stakes violence. Kane grabbed a ladder that had been propped in the corner and swung it horizontally like a helicopter blade, wiping out both Jericho and Edge in one terrifying swoop.
"The Big Red Monster is clearing the ring!" Cole shouted, trying to commentate while standing amid the ruins of his desk. "With Sandro out of the picture, Kane realizes he is the most dominant force left!"
But Mark Henry begged to differ. The World's Strongest Man grabbed Kane by the throat, backing him into the turnbuckles. The two behemoths traded heavy, thunderous right hands that echoed through the arena.
Henry managed to gain the upper hand, hoisting the 320 pound Kane onto his shoulder with terrifying ease. He marched toward a table set up in the opposite corner and executed a devastating running powerslam, driving Kane straight through the wood!
"World's Strongest Slam through a table!" Lawler gasped. "Mark Henry is a machine!"
Henry didn't have time to celebrate. Edge, the Ultimate Opportunist, had recovered. As Henry turned around, Edge launched himself off the middle turnbuckle, executing a flying Spear that caught Henry flush in the midsection. The impact folded the giant in half, sending him rolling under the bottom rope to the floor.
Edge quickly set up a new ladder in the center of the ring, his eyes fixed on the WWE and United States Championships swaying gently above. He began to climb, rung by agonizing rung.
But Chris Jericho, fully embracing the sadistic Painmaker persona, slithered up the opposite side of the ladder. The two bitter rivals met at the absolute apex, trading vicious right hands at the top of the world.
"These two men have so much history in these types of matches!" Striker analyzed brilliantly. "They know the risks, but the reward is immortal glory!"
Jericho gained the upper hand, raking Edge's eyes. He grabbed Edge by the back of the head, looking to execute a bulldog off the top of the ladder. But before he could leap, Sheamus pushed the ladder from the side!
The ladder tipped over, but instead of falling to the floor, it crashed against the top rope. Both Edge and Jericho were sent tumbling violently over the top rope, crashing onto the unforgiving steel ramp on the outside!
"Bodies are flying everywhere!" Cole screamed. "This is absolute carnage! This is what TLC is all about!"
For the next ten minutes, the five challengers systematically destroyed each other. Sheamus hit the White Noise on Edge onto a pile of steel chairs. Kane chokeslammed Jericho onto the steel ring steps.
Mark Henry threw a ladder like a javelin, striking Sheamus in the chest and knocking the wind out of the Irishman. The ring looked like a war zone, littered with splintered wood, bent steel, and broken bodies.
But amidst the chaos, the camera cut to the remains of the English announce table.
Slowly, agonizingly, a hand reached up from the debris, gripping the edge of the barricade.
"Look!" JBL suddenly yelled, his voice trembling with sheer, unadulterated ecstasy. "Look at the barricade, Michael! The God King lives! He is rising from the ashes!
Sandro Zhang pushed a broken monitor off his chest. His breathing was heavy, his face was smeared with dust and a trickle of blood from his forehead, and his ribcage was a tapestry of dark purple bruises. The fur coat and the crown were long gone, but his eyes... his eyes were completely lucid, burning with a cold, terrifying, psychopathic fury.
He didn't stumble. He didn't call for a medic. The sheer, terrifying willpower of the double champion pushed him to his feet. He cracked his neck from side to side, staring at the ring where the five men who had tried to end his career were currently bleeding and battered.
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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) - 2010, & 1x KOTR (2010)
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0