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"CM Punk is not going to go quietly into the night, John!" Cole argued passionately. "He knows what's at stake! He is fighting for the very soul of this industry! Up next... history will be made!"
Suddenly, the massive outdoor arena at Fort Hood was plunged into loud vibration sound.
The cool December air hovering above Fort Hood seemed to instantly freeze. The terrifying, distorted screech of "SHOCK THE SYSTEM" ripped through the PA system, rattling the teeth of everyone sitting in the first ten rows of the massive military installation. The thousands of soldiers in attendance didn't just boo; they unleashed a visceral, guttural roar of pure, unfiltered hatred.
The jarring industrial noise seamlessly transitioned into the iconic, gritty, unrelenting guitar riff of Living Colour's "Cult of Personality".
A brilliant, blinding golden light flooded the massive entrance stage, casting long, menacing shadows against the military vehicles parked around the perimeter of the arena.
Out walked the man who currently held the entire professional wrestling industry in an absolute chokehold. Sandro Zhang stepped into the light, and the visual immediately sent the military crowd into an absolute frenzy of outrage.
He looked every bit the tyrannical monarch he claimed to be. He was wearing his sleek, custom tailored black and gold in ring attire, but draped heavily over his broad shoulders was a massive, opulent fur coat that trailed behind him.
Resting upon his head was the intricately designed black and gold crown he had won at King of the Ring, and in his right hand, he casually gripped a long, menacing black and gold scepter.
But it was the army marching behind him that truly painted the picture of impossible odds.
Flanking the God King was the sinister Speaker, Paul Heyman, clutching his trademark manila folder with a sickeningly smug grin. Right behind him walked the Queens of the Undisputed System, the Divas Champion AJ Lee, Alexa Bliss holding Sandro's United States Championship high in the air, and Nikki Bella carrying his WWE Championship.
And forming an impenetrable, terrifying wall of muscle behind the women were the enforcers, the World Tag Team Champions Big E and Ryback, the WWE Tag Team Champions Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre, the Intercontinental Champion Kofi Kingston, Dolph Ziggler, and Xavier Woods. Eleven people, draped in gold and tailored suits, marching in perfect unison behind their ruler.
Sandro stopped at the absolute edge of the entrance stage. He looked around at the thousands of uniformed soldiers, his expression locked in a cold, disdainful sneer, completely unmoved by their service or their hostility.
He slowly raised the black scepter, pointing it toward the World Heavyweight Championship hanging in the balance, and then swept it across the sprawling crowd.
As he spread his arms wide, a massive, towering wall of golden pyrotechnics shot up from the stage behind him, bathing the God King in a brilliant shower of sparks that illuminated the Texas sky.
"Look at this absolute sickening display of arrogance!" Cole shouted over the deafening noise, his voice laced with genuine disgust. "He is walking into Fort Hood, surrounded by the bravest men and women on the planet, and he is demanding that they bow to him! It is an insult to everything this event stands for!"
"It is a display of absolute dominance, Michael!" JBL roared back, giving a standing ovation from his commentary chair. "These soldiers understand the chain of command! They understand rank and file! And right now, the highest ranking official in the entire sports entertainment universe is walking down that ramp!"
Inside the ring, the ring announcer Justin Roberts raised his microphone, his voice echoing powerfully through the deafening chorus of boos.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Roberts bellowed, his voice carrying the immense gravity of the moment. "The following contest is the main event of the pay per view, and it is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the World Heavyweight Championship!"
The soldiers erupted, chanting "USA! USA! USA!" in an attempt to drown out the challenger.
"Introducing first," Roberts announced, gesturing grandly toward the long ramp. "The challenger! Representing the Undisputed System... accompanied to the ring by The Speaker Paul Heyman, the Divas Champion AJ Lee, Alexa Bliss, Nikki Bella, the World Tag Team Champions Big E and Ryback, the WWE Tag Team Champions Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre, the Intercontinental Champion Kofi Kingston, Dolph Ziggler, and Xavier Woods..."
Roberts took a deep breath, fighting against the overwhelming noise of the crowd.
"...From Orlando, Florida... weighing in at 220 pounds... he is the WWE United States and WWE Champion... the GOD KING OF WWE... SANDROOO ZHAANGGGG!"
Sandro began his slow, methodical march down the ramp, surrounded by his massive faction. The soldiers leaned over the barricades, screaming their lungs out, but the Undisputed System remained entirely unbothered. Sandro climbed the steel steps, wiped his boots deliberately on the apron, and stepped through the ropes. He walked directly to the center of the ring, planting his scepter onto the canvas, and struck a series of regal, arrogant poses.
He then casually strolled to his corner, handing his crown, fur coat, and scepter to a ringside official. The rest of his faction fanned out, surrounding the entire ringside area like a heavily armed perimeter guard, staring menacingly at the front row of troops.
The golden lights faded. The arena fell into a tense, breathless silence.
Suddenly, the unmistakable, blistering guitar riff of "This Fire Burns" blared through the massive stadium speakers.
The reaction was seismic. The soldiers at Fort Hood let out a deafening, earth shattering cheer, instantly transitioning into a thunderous, rhythmic chant.
"CM PUNK! CM PUNK! CM PUNK!"
Out walked the Voice of the Voiceless. But the visual was stark, lonely, and incredibly poignant. CM Punk walked out onto the massive stage entirely alone. There was no Luke Gallows to watch his back. There was no Joey Mercury to act as his shield. His disciples had been brutally taken out of the equation during the heinous, steel chair wielding ambush on Monday Night RAW.
Punk looked around at the sea of camouflage, his eyes burning with an intense, unyielding fire. He had a severe limp, his left knee heavily taped from the vicious chair shot delivered by AJ Lee just days prior. But he did not look afraid. He slapped his chest, yelling "It's clobbering time!" to the sky, before marching down the long ramp.
"Look at the sheer heart of the World Heavyweight Champion!" Lawler cheered, his voice trembling with emotion. "He is walking into a literal lion's den! He is surrounded by wolves, his brothers have been hospitalized, his body is battered, but CM Punk is not backing down a single inch!"
"He's walking to his own execution, King!" JBL laughed callously. "He is a general walking into battle without an army! The God King has outsmarted him, outmaneuvered him, and tonight, he is going to outwrestle him!"
Justin Roberts raised his microphone as Punk slid into the ring.
"Introducing next," Roberts boomed. "The champion! Representing the Straight Edge Society... from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 222 pounds... he is the World Heavyweight Champion... CM PUNKKK!!!"
Punk climbed the turnbuckle, raising the Big Gold Belt high into the air, screaming at the top of his lungs as the soldiers showered him in absolute adoration. He hopped down, limping slightly as he made his way to his corner.
The referee, looking incredibly tense given the eleven hostile superstars surrounding the perimeter of his ring, stepped forward. He respectfully took the World Heavyweight Championship from CM Punk. The official walked to Sandro's corner, presenting the gold to the challenger. Sandro merely smirked at it, his eyes filled with greedy anticipation.
The referee then walked to the dead center of the ring, holding the iconic championship high above his head, turning in a slow circle to present the ultimate prize to the soldiers at Fort Hood. He handed the title through the ropes to the ringside timekeeper, checked the boots and trunks of both competitors to ensure there were no foreign objects, and stepped back.
He signaled the timekeeper.
DING! DING! DING!
"And here we go!" Cole shouted, his voice tight with anxiety. "The bell has sounded! The World Heavyweight Championship is officially on the line! CM Punk defends against the God King, Sandro Zhang!"
"Look at the visual, Michael!" Lawler pointed out, practically standing up out of his chair. "Punk is trapped! He's in the ring with a monster, and he is completely surrounded by an entire army of monsters on the outside! Big E, Ryback, Wade, Drew... they are circling the ring like sharks! This is a complete travesty of justice!"
"It's called strategy, Jerry!" JBL argued loudly, a smug grin plastered on his face. "Sandro Zhang isolated the target on Monday night, and now he is reaping the rewards! Punk has nowhere to run and nowhere to hide! He is going to be systematically dismantled, and the God King is going to claim his Triple Crown!"
Neither man rushed in immediately. They circled the center of the ring, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Punk was bouncing on his toes, his fists raised in a Muay Thai stance, looking for an opening. Sandro walked with a smooth, terrifyingly calm flat footedness, his hands slightly lowered, radiating absolute, arrogant confidence.
They finally met in the center of the ring, tying up in a classic collar and elbow grapple. The raw strength of the two men was evenly matched, but Sandro quickly utilized his flawless technical background, transitioning smoothly into a tight side headlock.
Punk immediately pushed Sandro into the ropes, whipping him across the ring. As Sandro rebounded, Punk dropped down. Sandro leaped over him, hit the opposite ropes, and as they met in the center, Punk unleashed a devastating, lightning fast roundhouse kick aimed squarely at Sandro's head.
But the God King possessed otherworldly reflexes. Sandro ducked underneath the kick by a millimeter, grabbed Punk from behind by the waist, and executed a beautiful, high angle bridging German Suplex!
"What a counter!" Lawler yelled. "Sandro turns defense into offense in the blink of an eye!"
One! Two! Punk kicked out forcefully, rolling to his feet immediately.
The crowd erupted at the opening sequence. This was not going to be a slow, methodical brawl, it was going to be a high paced, elite professional wrestling chess match.
Punk didn't give Sandro a second to breathe. He charged forward, unleashing a flurry of stiff, martial arts inspired strikes.
He backed Sandro into the corner with a series of sharp kicks to the thighs and devastating forearms to the jaw. Punk grabbed Sandro's arm, whipped him hard into the opposite turnbuckle, and charged in, looking for his signature high knee.
But Sandro was incredibly incredibly scouted. As Punk leaped into the air, Sandro exploded out of the corner, catching Punk mid flight in a terrifying display of core strength, and planted him into the canvas with a devastating spinebuster!
"Oh my God!" Cole gasped. "Sandro just caught him out of thin air! The sheer functional power of the God King is unbelievable!"
"I told you, Michael! He is perfection!" JBL crowed. "Punk thinks he can rely on his usual bag of tricks, but Sandro has him completely downloaded! The Straight Edge Society is about to be permanently disbanded!"
Sandro didn't go for the pin. He slowly stood up, looking down at Punk with absolute disdain. He grabbed Punk by the hair, dragging him to his feet, and delivered a sickening, echoing European uppercut that snapped Punk's head back.
Sandro then transitioned into a brutal, grinding ground game. He locked Punk in a modified bow and arrow submission, placing his knee squarely in the center of Punk's spine and pulling back on his neck and legs.
"Sandro is trying to rip Punk in half!" Lawler winced. "He knows Punk relies on his flexibility and his kicks! If he destroys Punk's back, he takes away his entire arsenal!"
The soldiers chanted rhythmically, trying to will their champion back into the fight. Punk gritted his teeth, his face turning a deep shade of crimson as he fought through the agony.
Using pure, unadulterated willpower, Punk managed to roll his weight forward, flipping Sandro over and instantly transitioning into a tight Anaconda Vise submission!
"Anaconda Vise! Anaconda Vise!" Cole screamed. "He's got it locked in! Right in the center of the ring! We might see a tap out!"
Paul Heyman immediately lost his mind on the outside, jumping up and down and screaming at the referee. Big E and Ryback slammed their massive hands against the ring apron, trying to distract the official.
Sandro's eyes widened in genuine panic as the pressure on his neck and arm reached a breaking point. He thrashed wildly, his legs kicking the air. Realizing he couldn't break the hold with brute strength, Sandro used his elite ring awareness.
He rolled his entire body weight violently toward the ropes, dragging Punk with him, until he managed to drape the tip of his wrestling boot over the bottom rope.
The referee instantly spotted it and began the mandatory five count. Punk held on until the count of four, maximizing the punishment, before finally breaking the hold.
Punk backed up, his chest heaving, staring a hole through the champion. He realized that fighting Sandro in the center of the ring was only half the battle, he had to constantly worry about the wolves circling the perimeter.
Sandro rolled onto the ring apron, gasping for air, clutching his neck.
Punk saw the opening. He hit the opposite ropes, accelerating to maximum speed, and launched himself through the middle ropes for a devastating suicide dive!
But Heyman screamed a warning. As Punk flew through the air, Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre aggressively shoved Sandro out of the way, stepping directly into the line of fire!
Punk crashed violently into the two WWE Tag Team Champions, taking them down like bowling pins, but the God King remained entirely unscathed. "The sacrifice of the pawns!" JBL laughed maniacally. "The Undisputed System is a well oiled machine! They will gladly throw their own bodies in front of a bullet to protect their King!"
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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