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The impact was sickening. The ring physically collapsed slightly under the sheer force of the blow. "ELBOW DROP OFF THE POD!" Cole shrieked, completely losing his voice. "THE MACHO MAN HITS THE ELBOW FROM THE TOP OF THE CHAMBER! MY GOD IN HEAVEN!"
Savage hooked the massive leg of Alberto Del Rio, hooking it deep, as the referee dove to the mat.
One!
The entire arena counted along in a state of pure shock and euphoria.
Two!
Three!
BZZZZT!
"Alberto Del Rio has been eliminated!" the ring announcer echoed.
"He did it! Savage just eliminated Del Rio!" Lawler cheered wildly as the referee dragged the unconscious aristocrat out of the Chamber.
Inside the demonic steel structure, the dust slowly began to settle. The sheer magnitude of the spot had completely leveled the playing field.
Randy Savage slowly pushed himself up to a kneeling position, clutching his ribs, gasping for air.
Across the ring, John Cena, the Franchise, used the ropes to pull himself to a vertical base, staring in absolute awe at the legend.
Near the turnbuckles, The Great One, The Rock, shook the cobwebs from his head, cracking his knuckles, his eyes burning with intense electricity.
And in the opposite corner, the God King, Sandro Zhang, slowly rose to his feet. The Triple Crown Champion wiped a trickle of blood from his lip. He looked left at The Rock. He looked right at John Cena. He looked dead ahead at the Macho Man.
The final four.
"We are down to the absolute elite!" Cole whispered into his headset, the tension in his voice thicker than the steel chains surrounding the ring. "Four of the greatest superstars to ever lace up a pair of boots are locked inside the Devil's Playground! The God King, The Franchise, The Great One, and the Macho Man! Only one man can leave Oakland as the World Heavyweight Champion!"
"This is it, Michael!" Lawler replied, his eyes glued to the monitors. "The Undisputed System's golden armor has already been cracked tonight! Sandro Zhang is completely alone, surrounded by the absolute titans of this industry!"
"The God King thrives in isolation!" JBL fired back, absolute desperation in his voice. "Sandro Zhang is going to systematically destroy all three of these men and cement the Triple Crown Era for all of eternity!"
The four men slowly circled each other in the center of the ring, the Oakland crowd remained standing on their feet, completely captivated by an instant classic Elimination Chamber match that was teetering on the absolute edge of total, unmitigated warfare, a masterpiece of violence that was far from reaching its final, definitive conclusion.
John Cena, The Rock, Randy Savage, and Sandro Zhang. Four completely different generations, four entirely contrasting philosophies, all locked inside ten tons of unforgiving steel.
Sandro Zhang backed up against the ropes, a cold, calculating smirk crossing his bruised face. He looked at the three beloved icons surrounding him.
The God King knew the mathematics were not in his favor, but Sandro Zhang had never played by the conventional rules of mathematics.
Without a word of warning, Sandro exploded forward, completely bypassing The Rock and Savage, and launched a blistering, high impact running knee strike directly at John Cena's jaw!
The Franchise staggered backward, but The Rock instantly capitalized on Sandro's movement. The Great One grabbed Sandro from behind, locking him in a tight waist lock, and executed a massive, bridging German Suplex!
Sandro crashed hard onto the back of his neck, but before The Rock could even attempt a pin, Randy Savage was on him. The Macho Man threw a wild, looping clothesline that took The Rock completely off his feet.
"Every man for himself!" Michael Cole screamed over the deafening roar of the Oracle Arena. "There are no alliances inside the Devil's Playground! It is a complete free for all!"
"Listen to this crowd, Michael!" Lawler cheered. "They don't know who to cheer for, but they absolutely know who they want to see lose! They want the God King's head on a silver platter!"
"They are peasants begging for a miracle!" JBL bellowed into his headset. "Sandro Zhang is the ultimate tactician! He initiated the chaos to keep them disorganized!"
Cena, having recovered from the initial knee strike, grabbed Sandro Zhang by the hair, hauling the Triple Crown Champion to his feet. Cena delivered a heavy, concussive right hand, then Irish whipped Sandro violently over the top rope. Sandro didn't hit the floor, he crashed with a sickening thud onto the unforgiving steel grating surrounding the ring.
Cena didn't wait. He vaulted over the top rope, joining Sandro on the steel. Cena grabbed the God King by the back of his head and violently ground his face against the heavy, chain link wall of the Chamber! Sandro cried out as the steel links tore at the flesh of his forehead.
"Cena is utilizing the environment!" Striker analyzed, his voice tense. "The biomechanics of a human body being dragged across galvanized steel... it acts like a giant cheese grater! Cena is trying to physically dismantle the champion!"
Inside the ring, a dream match was spontaneously unfolding. The Rock and Randy Savage stood face to face. The crowd buzzed with electric anticipation. The two icons traded right hands in the center of the ring.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The Rock gained the upper hand, hitting his signature spit punch that sent Savage spinning. The Rock caught him on the rebound, hooking his arm and planting the Macho Man with a spine shattering Spinebuster!
The Rock popped up, peeling off his elbow pad and tossing it into the roaring crowd. He hit the ropes, looking for the People's Elbow, but as he rebounded off the opposite side, Sandro Zhang, having managed to rake Cena's eyes on the outside, reached through the chains and grabbed The Rock's ankle, tripping him face first onto the canvas!
"The God King with the cheap shot!" Cole yelled in disgust.
Sandro rolled back into the ring, but he walked right into the waiting arms of John Cena! Cena hoisted the Triple Crown Champion onto his massive shoulders, looking for the Attitude Adjustment!
The crowd screamed as Cena prepared to end Sandro's night, but the God King threw a desperate flurry of sharp elbows directly to the side of Cena's head. Cena stumbled, dropping Sandro to his feet.
As Cena turned back around, The Rock had recovered. The Great One grabbed Cena, spinning him around, and planted the Franchise with a catastrophic Rock Bottom!
"Rock Bottom on Cena!" Lawler shrieked. "This could be it for the Franchise!"
The Rock collapsed onto Cena, hooking the leg!
One! Two!
Before the referee's hand could strike the mat for a third time, Sandro Zhang launched himself into the air, driving a devastating double foot stomp directly into the middle of The Rock's back to break up the pinfall!
The Rock gasped, arching his back in pure agony, rolling off Cena. Sandro didn't waste a single millisecond. Operating with ruthless, predatory efficiency, the God King grabbed the unconscious John Cena by the tights, rolling him over.
Sandro hooked Cena's arms, trapping them completely, and delivered a sickening, rapid fire sequence of brutal knee strikes directly to the temple of the Franchise.
"He's concussing him!" Cole screamed in horror. "Sandro is going to end his career!"
Sandro released the arms, dragging Cena's limp body into the center of the ring. He locked Cena in a punishing, inescapable modified guillotine choke, wrapping his legs entirely around Cena's torso, squeezing the last remaining ounces of oxygen from his lungs.
Cena's face turned a horrifying shade of purple. He desperately clawed at Sandro's arms, but the God King's grip was like a steel vice. Cena's arm slowly raised into the air... and then dropped to the mat, completely lifeless.
The referee dropped to his knees, checking Cena's arm once, twice, three times.
BZZZZT!
"John Cena has been eliminated!" the ring announcer echoed through the shocked arena.
"No!" Lawler groaned, slamming his fist on the desk. "The Franchise is out! Sandro Zhang just choked John Cena completely unconscious!"
"That is exactly what I have been telling you!" JBL cackled wildly, absolute glee radiating from his voice. "The God King is inevitable! He eliminated the Franchise with pure, unadulterated technical superiority! Bow down to your Triple Crown Champion!"
The referee quickly dragged Cena's limp body out of the Chamber, locking the heavy door behind him. We were down to three. The Rock, Randy Savage, and Sandro Zhang.
Sandro stood up, wiping the sweat from his brow, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. He looked at the two remaining legends, both of whom were slowly pulling themselves up using the ring ropes.
The Rock and Savage locked eyes across the ring. A silent, unspoken agreement passed between them. They both turned their intense, furious gazes toward Sandro Zhang.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend," Striker noted softly. "The Rock and the Macho Man are putting their egos aside. They know that Sandro Zhang is the ultimate threat to this industry.
The two legends charged the God King simultaneously! Sandro tried to fight back, throwing a wild right hand at The Rock, but The Great One blocked it, responding with a blistering right hook of his own. Savage joined in, delivering a stiff, chaotic jab to Sandro's jaw. They backed the Triple Crown Champion into the corner, unleashing a relentless, two on one mugging!
The Rock whipped Sandro across the ring, and Savage caught him on the rebound with a massive back-body drop that launched the God King high into the Oakland sky! Sandro crashed to the mat, completely disoriented.
The Rock and Savage dragged Sandro out of the ring, forcing him onto the unforgiving steel grating. The Rock grabbed Sandro's arms, holding him entirely defenseless, while Savage rained down heavy, closed-fist punches to Sandro's exposed ribs.
"They are dismantling the God King!" Cole cheered, his voice hoarse. "They are making Sandro Zhang pay for every single sin he has committed against the WWE locker room!"
Savage grabbed Sandro by the hair, dragging him over to one of the empty, shattered plexiglass pods. Savage slammed Sandro's face violently into the remaining structural steel of the pod frame! Sandro collapsed onto the grating, clutching his forehead, his face twisted in absolute pain.
But as The Rock reached down to drag Sandro back to his feet, the alliance violently expired. Randy Savage, realizing that only one man could leave with the championship, blindsided The Rock! Savage delivered a devastating knee to the back of The Great One's head, driving The Rock face-first into the unforgiving steel chains!
"The alliance is over!" Lawler gasped. "It is every man for himself once again!"
Savage grabbed The Rock, hauling him back into the ring. Savage hit the ropes, looking for a running clothesline, but The Rock exploded forward with incredible speed, catching the Macho Man with a thunderous Spinebuster!
The Rock stood up, the electricity surging through his veins. He looked out at the roaring crowd, throwing his arms wide. He walked over to the corner, setting up for the Rock Bottom. He waited for Savage to stagger to his feet.
But as The Rock lunged forward to grab Savage, Sandro Zhang materialized out of the shadows. The God King had used the distraction to recover. He springboarded off the top rope with terrifying, inhuman agility, launching himself completely across the ring!
Sandro caught The Rock perfectly in mid-air, wrapping his arms around The Great One's neck, and drove him violently into the canvas with a breathtaking, catastrophic jumping neckbreaker!
"What an incredible counter from Sandro Zhang!" Striker yelled in absolute awe. "He used The Rock's own momentum against him!"
Sandro didn't stop. He dragged The Rock's limp body into the center of the ring, hooking the Great One's arms. Sandro lifted The Rock, executing a flawless, high-angle tiger driver that folded The Rock entirely in half!
Sandro hooked the leg, burying his face into The Rock's chest!
One!
Two!
Three!
BZZZZT!
"The Rock has been eliminated!" the announcer boomed.
"He got him! He got him!" JBL shrieked, practically weeping tears of joy. "The God King just eliminated The Great One! The Rock is history! The Triple Crown Era is absolute!"
"I don't believe it," Cole muttered, staring at his monitors in absolute shock as the referee opened the door to pull The Rock's exhausted body out of the Chamber. "Sandro Zhang just single-handedly eliminated John Cena and The Rock in the span of five minutes. The sheer, terrifying efficiency of the God King is undeniable."
Inside the demonic steel structure, only two men remained.
Sandro Zhang, the reigning, defending, seemingly indestructible Triple Crown Champion.
And the Macho Man, Randy Savage, the aging legend who had climbed off his deathbed to lead the Rebellion.
The crowd in the Oracle Arena fell into a tense, buzzing murmur, fully realizing the historic magnitude of the moment. This was the final battle. The ultimate clash of generations.
Sandro pushed himself up to a vertical base, rolling his neck, a sickening, arrogant smirk spreading across his bruised and battered face. He looked down at Randy Savage, who was currently on his hands and knees, clutching his ribs, struggling to breathe in the oxygen-depleted air of the Chamber.
"Look at you," Sandro mocked off-microphone, though the ringside cameras picked up his cruel words perfectly. "You are an absolute relic. You should have stayed in retirement, Savage. Now, I am going to end your career permanently."
Savage slowly pushed himself up to his feet, leaning heavily against the turnbuckles. His neon fringe was torn, his sequined hat long gone. But the Madness in his eyes burned hotter and brighter than ever before.
Savage didn't say a word. He simply raised his taped fists and charged!
Savage unleashed a blistering, chaotic flurry of left and right jabs, backing the God King into the corner. Smack! Smack! Smack! Savage whipped Sandro across the ring, hitting the opposite ropes, and connected with a catastrophic, leaping flying clothesline!
Sandro popped up, entirely disoriented. Savage grabbed him, hooked his arm, and planted him with a flawless, picture-perfect back suplex!
"The Macho Man is running on pure adrenaline!" Lawler cheered wildly. "He is fighting for the soul of this company!"
Savage went for the cover! One! Two! Sandro violently kicked out, scrambling backward to create distance.
Sandro realized he couldn't out-brawl the chaotic energy of the Macho Man. He needed to utilize his environment. As Savage charged him again, Sandro dropped to the mat, hitting a drop-toe-hold that sent Savage crashing face-first into the middle turnbuckle. Sandro popped up, grabbing Savage by the tights, and violently threw him through the middle ropes.
Savage crashed spine-first onto the unforgiving steel grating.
Sandro followed him out. The God King grabbed Savage by the hair, dragging him over to the heavy steel chains forming the outer wall. Sandro began to mercilessly grind Savage's face into the metal links, trying to draw blood.
Savage screamed, fighting back with sharp, desperate elbows to Sandro's ribs. Savage broke the grip, turned around, and hit a massive, echoing knife-edge chop to Sandro's chest that sounded like a rifle shot inside the enclosed pod.
Savage grabbed Sandro, looking to suplex him on the steel. But Sandro reversed it! Sandro executed a brutal, high-angle back body drop that sent Savage crashing with sickening force onto the unyielding metal floor!
"The physical toll of this match is unimaginable!" Cole yelled. "Randy Savage's back just bounced off solid steel! He might have a broken spine!"
"Finish him, Sandro!" JBL cheered. "Break his back! Make him humble!"
Sandro Zhang stood over the broken body of the legend. But the God King's sociopathic ego demanded more than just a simple pinfall. He wanted to make an absolute, unforgettable statement. He wanted to shatter the myth of the Macho Man once and for all.
Sandro looked up. He looked at the top of the bulletproof plexiglass pod located just a few feet away.
Slowly, methodically, a twisted smile spreading across his face, Sandro Zhang stepped onto the pod's outer ledge. He grabbed the heavy chains of the Chamber wall and began to climb.
"What is Sandro doing?!" Striker asked in disbelief. "He's climbing the wall!"
"He's going to the top of the pod!" Cole screamed in absolute panic. "The God King is ascending to the heavens!"
Sandro pulled his body entirely on top of the plexiglass roof. He stood nearly fifteen feet above the unforgiving steel grating, balancing perfectly on the narrow, curved surface. He looked down at Randy Savage, who was still writhing in agony on the metal floor below.
The Oracle Arena fell dead silent, completely captivated by the terrifying, death-defying visual.
"Do not do this, Sandro!" Lawler pleaded, completely dropping his bias out of sheer concern for human life. "It's too high! You're going to kill him!"
Sandro Zhang didn't hesitate. He leaped off the top of the Chamber pod!
He flew through the air like a guided missile, tucking his knees directly to his chest. He crashed down with catastrophic, pinpoint precision, driving both of his knees directly into the sternum and ribs of the Macho Man with a devastating, breathtaking Diving Double Knee Drop!
The impact sounded like a car crash. The steel grating groaned and physically bowed under the sheer force of the blow. "DIVING KNEES FROM THE TOP OF THE POD!" Cole shrieked, his voice cracking into a high-pitched wail. "MY GOD! MY GOD IN HEAVEN! SAVAGE IS DEAD! THE MACHO MAN IS BROKEN IN HALF!"
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 21 (2011)
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, & 1x World Heavyweight 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