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The harsh, blaring siren of the Nexus theme music ripped through the speakers. The Orlando crowd instantly erupted into a massive, unified chorus of deafening boos. The hostility was thick enough to cut with a knife. "And here they come," Lawler groaned, genuine disgust in his voice. "The most cowardly, despicable faction in the history of this company."
Wade Barrett stepped out from behind the curtain, looking incredibly confident, his red elbow pad already pulled up his arm. He wasn't alone. Marching out behind him, moving in a tight, military style formation, were the eight lumberjacks, Ryback, Mason Ryan, David Otunga, Heath Slater, Justin Gabriel, Darren Young, Curtis Axel, and Michael Tarver.
"Introducing the challenger!" Justin Roberts bellowed over the intense boos. "Accompanied by the Nexus... from Preston, England... weighing in at 246 pounds... WADE BARRETT!"
The Nexus marched down the ramp. Barrett slid under the bottom rope, taking his place in the center of the ring, while the remaining eight massive men spread out, taking up highly intimidating positions around all four sides of the ringside barricades.
"Look at this setup, Michael," Lawler said nervously. "There is absolutely no escape for Sandro. If he gets thrown out of that ring, he is going to be fed to the wolves."
The arena plunged into total darkness.
KSSSHHH!
The opening static of Cult of Personality hit the speakers.
The Orlando crowd blew the roof off the stadium! The cheers were absolutely thunderous, a massive hometown pop that drowned out the underlying boos from the few dissenting fans.
Sandro Zhang stepped out onto the stage. He was wearing his pristine white wrestling gear, the World Heavyweight Championship draped over his right shoulder, and the WWE Championship secured around his waist.
But he didn't walk out alone.
Standing beside him were AJ Lee, Nikki Bella, and Alexa Bliss. The three women looked fierce, completely unbothered by the terrifying hostage situation from the week prior.
Sandro paused at the top of the ramp. AJ grabbed the lapels of his white vest, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Nikki kissed his cheek, whispering something encouraging in his ear, while Alexa patted his chest, her eyes glaring daggers down at Wade Barrett in the ring.
With his girls standing strong on the stage, Sandro turned his attention to the ring.
BOOM!
A massive wall of golden sparks rained down from the lighting rig as Sandro began his slow, methodical march toward his destiny.
"Introducing the champion!" Justin Roberts announced, his voice practically shaking with adrenaline. "From Orlando, Florida... weighing in at 230 pounds... he is the WWE and World Heavyweight Champion... the God King, SANDROOOO ZHANGGGG!"
Sandro walked down the ramp, his eyes locked dead on Barrett. He didn't flinch as he passed Ryback and Mason Ryan. He ignored the vile insults shouted by Heath Slater and David Otunga. Sandro simply walked past the lumberjacks as if they were invisible, climbed the steel stairs, and stepped gracefully through the ropes.
He unbuckled the WWE Championship, handing it to the senior official, Charles Robinson. He then handed over the World Heavyweight Championship.
Robinson took the massive gold belt, turning to show it to Wade Barrett. The Englishman stared at it with hungry, desperate eyes, fully believing he was minutes away from claiming the throne.
Robinson walked to the center of the ring, raising both championships high into the air, presenting the ultimate prizes to the roaring Orlando crowd, before carefully handing them through the ropes to the ringside crew.
Robinson checked Sandro. The God King nodded, his face a mask of cold, terrifying focus.
Robinson checked Barrett. The challenger smirked, cracking his knuckles.
The referee stepped back, checking the eight massive lumberjacks surrounding the apron, before finally raising his hand and signaling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
And so, the most dangerous, unpredictable World Heavyweight Championship match of the year had officially begun. The sharp, metallic ringing of the timekeeper's bell echoed through the Orlando arena, instantly swallowed by a deafening roar from the hometown crowd.
Sandro didn't circle his opponent. He didn't lock up. The God King shot out of his corner like a bullet fired from a gun, sprinting across the canvas with terrifying velocity.
Barrett barely had time to raise his guard before Sandro launched his body into the air, connecting with a brutal, heat seeking shotgun dropkick that caught the Englishman squarely in the jaw. Barrett violently crashed backward into the turnbuckles, his eyes glazing over instantly.
Sandro didn't give him a fraction of a second to breathe. He closed the distance, grabbed Barrett by the back of his head, and drove his face repeatedly into the top turnbuckle pad.
One. Two. Three. Four. The crowd counted along, their voices swelling with every sickening thud of Barrett's skull against the leather. Sandro mounted the second rope, raining down a flurry of closed right fists. This wasn't a calculated wrestling clinic, this was an execution fueled by pure raw rage.
"Look at the aggression of the God King!" Cole shouted, his voice cracking over the roar of the audience. "He is unleashing an absolute beating on Wade Barrett! Sandro is fighting for his family, he is fighting for his titles, and he is trying to end this match right here in the opening seconds!"
"I've seen Sandro angry before, Michael, but this is a whole new level of violence!" Lawler yelled, watching Sandro leap down from the ropes and deliver a devastating European uppercut that snapped Barrett's head back.
"And he has every right to be!" JBL roared, slamming his heavy hand onto the broadcast desk. "I have backed some bad men in my career. I have done things in this industry that I am not proud of. But there is a line you simply do not cross! You do not threaten a man's family! You do not lock innocent women in a room! Wade Barrett is a coward, his men are cowards, and I hope Sandro breaks every single bone in his body tonight!"
In the ring, Sandro whipped Barrett aggressively across the canvas. As Barrett rebounded off the far ropes, Sandro lowered his shoulder and hit a massive spinebuster, driving the breath out of the challenger's lungs.
Sandro hooked the leg immediately.
One! Two!
Barrett thrust his heavy shoulder up, gasping for air.
Realizing he was completely overwhelmed by the champion's sheer intensity, Barrett scrambled backward, rolling under the bottom rope to escape to the outside.
It was a fatal mistake in any normal match, but this was a Lumberjack match.
The moment Barrett's boots hit the ringside mats, Ryback, Mason Ryan, and David Otunga stepped forward, forming a massive, muscular shield around their leader.
Sandro didn't care. The God King hit the opposite ropes, building maximum momentum, and sprinted back across the ring. Without a moment of hesitation, Sandro vaulted cleanly over the top rope, launching himself into the Orlando night air with a breathtaking somersault senton!
The human missile crashed directly into Barrett, Ryback, and Otunga, wiping all three men out like bowling pins!
The crowd went absolutely frantic!
"Good god!" Cole shrieked as bodies flew across the ringside area. "Sandro just took out a wall of muscle with one spectacular dive!"
Sandro popped back to his feet, feeding off the adrenaline, letting out a primal shout. He grabbed Barrett by the hair, looking to toss him back into the ring, but the numbers game immediately caught up to him.
Heath Slater and Justin Gabriel grabbed Sandro's arms from behind. Sandro fought them off, throwing a sharp elbow into Slater's jaw and a stiff kick to Gabriel's knee. But the momentary distraction was all Mason Ryan needed. The Welsh powerhouse stepped up and delivered a massive double axe handle to the back of Sandro's neck, dropping the champion to his knees.
The senior official, Charles Robinson, leaned through the ropes, screaming at the Nexus to back off.
"Get him in the ring! You throw him back in the ring right now!" Robinson warned, though the rules of a lumberjack match notoriously allowed for outside physical violence as long as the victim was returned to the squared circle.
Curtis Axel and Michael Tarver grabbed Sandro by his white tights, violently shoving the champion under the bottom rope.
Barrett, having recovered during the mugging, slid into the ring right behind him. As Sandro tried to push himself up, Barrett delivered a running big boot that caught the champion flush on the side of the head.
Barrett dropped into a cover, hooking the leg.
One! Two!
Sandro kicked out, clutching his temple.
The momentum had completely shifted. Barrett dragged Sandro to his feet, grabbing him by the throat and hurling him into the corner. The Englishman unleashed a series of stiff, heavy body blows, specifically targeting the bruised ribs Sandro had suffered during the backstage assault last week.
Sandro winced in agony, his knees buckling slightly.
Barrett backed up, measured his target, and charged forward, driving a brutal running knee lift directly into Sandro's midsection. The God King collapsed to the mat, coughing heavily as he struggled to pull oxygen back into his lungs.
"Barrett is a highly intelligent fighter," Lawler noted, a deep concern weaving through his voice. "He knows Sandro is still injured from last week's attack. He's targeting those ribs, systematically draining the energy right out of the champion."
"It's a disgusting strategy, but it's working!" Cole admitted.
Barrett dragged Sandro back to his feet, hooking the champion's arms from behind in a punishing full nelson. Barrett squeezed tightly, applying agonizing pressure to Sandro's ribcage and shoulders. The Orlando fans rallied behind their hometown hero, starting a massive, rhythmic clapping chant to give the God King life.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Sandro gritted his teeth, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. Powered by the roar of the crowd and his own simmering rage, Sandro slowly fought his way to a vertical base. He threw his weight backward, crushing Barrett into the turnbuckles to break the hold.
As Barrett stumbled out of the corner, Sandro hit the ropes, looking for a running crossbody. But Barrett caught him in mid air!
With incredible raw strength, Barrett shifted his weight, hoisted Sandro over his shoulder, and delivered a devastating swinging side slam!
Barrett hooked both legs tightly.
One! Two!
Sandro barely got his shoulder off the canvas.
"A near fall!" Cole yelled. "Wade Barrett is inches away from stealing the World Heavyweight Championship!"
Barrett was growing frustrated. He grabbed Sandro by the hair, hauling him up, and whipped him violently toward the ropes. But Sandro brilliantly reversed the momentum. He grabbed the top rope, pulling it down just as Barrett charged at him.
Unable to stop his forward motion, Barrett tumbled over the top rope, crashing awkwardly down to the arena floor.
The Nexus lumberjacks immediately swarmed to help their leader, creating a thick, human barricade to protect him.
Sandro rolled out of the ring on the opposite side. He didn't want to dive into a sea of men again. Instead, Sandro sprinted around the ring post, building speed.
He leaped onto the steel ring steps, using them as a springboard, and launched himself off the top step with a beautiful flying forearm smash that connected flush with Wade Barrett's jaw, sending both men crashing over the ringside barricade!
The action officially spilled into the WWE Universe.
"They are in the crowd!" Lawler cheered. "Sandro is taking the fight into the stands, and the lumberjacks can't follow them without causing a complete riot!"
"Brilliant tactical move by the God King!" JBL praised. "He neutralized the numbers advantage by taking the war into the Orlando faithful!"
The Nexus members stood helplessly at the barricade, shouting threats, unable to effectively pursue the champion through the tightly packed rows of screaming fans.
Sandro dragged Barrett to his feet, throwing a heavy right hand that echoed off the concrete walls of the stadium.
Barrett stumbled backward, falling against an empty folding chair. Sandro grabbed the challenger by the collar, dragging him forcefully up the concrete stairs into the concourse area.
Barrett fought back, delivering a sharp thumb to Sandro's eye, blinding him momentarily.
Barrett grabbed Sandro by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the heavy steel handrail. The champion collapsed to his knees, clutching his face.
Barrett looked around, soaking in the hatred from the surrounding fans. He grabbed Sandro, hauling him up to his feet, and looked to execute a suplex directly onto the unforgiving concrete floor.
But Sandro blocked it. He dropped his center of gravity, throwing a stiff knee into Barrett's gut. Sandro hooked Barrett's arms, twisting his body with immense power, and executed a spectacular, twisting neckbreaker right there on the concourse!
The fans surrounding them absolutely lost their minds, chanting "HOLY SHIT!" at the top of their lungs.
"They are destroying each other out there!" Cole screamed. "This isn't a wrestling match anymore, this is a brutal street fight for survival!"
The referee was leaning through the ropes, frantically waving his arms, demanding the two men return to the squared circle.
Sandro grabbed Barrett by the wrist, dragging the semi conscious Nexus leader back down the concrete stairs. He pushed through the sea of fans, finally reaching the barricade. Sandro tossed Barrett over the black padding, sending him tumbling back into the ringside area.
Sandro climbed onto the barricade, standing tall for a moment to pop the crowd. But before he could leap down, Ryback charged forward, violently shoving Sandro's legs. The champion lost his balance, crashing chin first across the top of the barricade before collapsing to the mats.
"Cheap shot by the Big Guy!" Lawler yelled angrily.
Mason Ryan grabbed Sandro by the hair, deadlifting the champion off the floor and rolling him unceremoniously back under the bottom rope.
Barrett was waiting. As Sandro pushed himself up, holding his bruised chin, Barrett spun around, delivering a brutal, spinning back kick right to Sandro's injured ribs. Sandro gasped, dropping to one knee.
Barrett hit the ropes, accelerating, and delivered a devastating running big boot directly to Sandro's temple.
Barrett scrambled over, hooking the leg with everything he had.
One! Two!
Sandro kicked out at the absolute last microsecond!
The stadium erupted into a frantic roar!
"He kicked out!" Cole gasped, gripping his headset. "How much more punishment can Sandro physically take?!"
Barrett slammed his hands against the mat in pure frustration. He backed into the corner, his eyes wild, signaling for the end. He rolled down his red elbow pad, exposing the striking surface.
"Watch out!" JBL warned. "He is loading up the Bull Hammer! If that connects, we are looking at a new champion!"
Sandro slowly staggered to his feet, swaying heavily. He looked completely out on his feet. Barrett let out a roar and swung his arm with maximum velocity, aiming to take Sandro's head off his shoulders.
But Sandro's martial arts instincts kicked in.
Sandro ducked underneath the lethal elbow strike at the very last fraction of a second. As Barrett spun around, off balance from the missed swing, Sandro hooked Barrett's waist from behind. With a terrifying display of explosive strength, Sandro lifted the 246 pound challenger completely off the canvas, executing a flawless, high angle bridging German Suplex!
The referee dropped to count the pin!
One!
Two!
Barrett violently kicked his legs, powering out of the bridge just before the three count!
Both men lay flat on their backs in the center of the ring, staring up at the bright arena lights, completely physically exhausted. The Orlando crowd rewarded their incredible effort with a deafening standing ovation, chanting "THIS IS AWESOME!" at a fever pitch. "What an absolute war we are witnessing!" Cole practically preached into the microphone. "These two men are leaving pieces of their souls on that canvas!"
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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 (1st - 376 days), 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: 2 - 0 Main Event: 1 - 0