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But Sandro, with sheer desperation, collapsed his body, wriggling through Triple H's legs and shoving him forward. The Game stumbled into the ropes, and as he turned back BAM! Sandro hit a jumping enzuigiri out of nowhere! The sudden crack of boot to skull silenced the crowd in shock. Triple H collapsed like a tree, and Sandro fell across him for the pin.
One! Two! Kickout!
The arena exploded with relief, chanting, "LET'S GO TRIPLE H!" and "SANDRO SUCKS!" in dueling waves.
Sandro sat up, furious, his face twisted into something cruel. He slammed his fist against the mat, screaming at the ref, "COUNT FASTER! COUNT FASTER!" But the referee stood firm, holding up two fingers.
Lawler was seething. "This kid is unbelievable. Every time he doesn't get his way, he blames the referee. He's the one who brought the chair in! He's the one bending every rule in the book!"
Sandro sneered and dragged Triple H up again. He hooked his arms under, mocking The Game by setting him up for his own Pedigree. The crowd booed furiously, nearly rioting. He shouted, "This is MY game now!" and tried to drop him, but Triple H countered with a huge back body drop that sent Sandro crashing spine first into the canvas!
The roof blew off the building. Triple H stumbled to the ropes, sucking in deep breaths, his face drenched in sweat, his knee still throbbing but his eyes laser focused on the fallen champion. He stalked him again, pulling him up, ready to end it. But just as he grabbed Sandro—
Sandro shoved him chest first into the corner, then lunged forward and speared him through the middle rope to the outside! Both men tumbled out hard, crashing onto the floor right at the feet of the lumberjacks.
The ringside exploded. Instantly, the heels pounced on Triple H like vultures. Cody Rhodes, Swagger, Carlito, and the other heel wrestlers, they immediately stomped and punched, trying to tear him apart. But DX, Kofi, and the face wretlers weren't having it.
Road Dogg barreled through Swagger with a clothesline, Billy Gunn tackled Carlito, and Kofi flew off the steel steps with a dropkick that leveled Cody, while the rest takes in the other heel wrestlers. The lumberjacks were at it again, fists flying, bodies flying into barricades as the crowd roared with madness.
Cole shouted over the chaos, "This is bedlam! The lumberjacks can't even be controlled! It's breaking down out here!"
Meanwhile, Sandro crawled toward the announce table, clutching his ribs. He shoved Jerry Lawler's chair aside and ripped a monitor out, screaming at the fans. Triple H staggered to his feet behind him, but Sandro spotted him, grabbed him by the head, and smashed him face first into the announce table! The thud was sickening.
Lawler yelped, "Hey! That's our table! Get out of here, Sandro!"
Sandro ignored him, rolling Triple H back inside and quickly following with a springboard leg drop across the back of The Game's neck. He sprawled over him for the pin.
One! Two! NO! Triple H powered out again!
The champion screamed in frustration, his face red, veins popping in his neck. He slapped the mat, then slid outside, yelling at the heel lumberjacks to clear space. He dragged Triple H out under the bottom rope and shoved him into the mob.
Instantly, the heels swarmed again, pounding away, while the faces tried to break through. The Game fought back with fists, nailing Swagger, shoving Carlito, cracking Cody with a right hand that sent him sprawling into the barricade. The fans came alive as Triple H fought through the gauntlet, fists flying in all directions, before he was helped by the face wrestlers.
But Sandro blindsided him with a low dropkick to the knee, sending The Game sprawling on the floor. Sandro raised his arms high, basking in the torrent of boos, then shouted, "SMARTER THAN YOU!" before dragging Triple H back into the ring.
Cole spat, "Smarter? No, that's cowardice! Every advantage, every shortcut and somehow, someway, Triple H is still alive in this fight!"
Sandro mounted the corner and posed arrogantly, drawing more venom from the crowd. But that extra second of gloating cost him, Triple H shook the ropes, and Sandro lost his balance, crotching himself on the top turnbuckle. The entire arena roared in approval as Sandro's face twisted in agony.
Lawler laughed. "That's what happens when you showboat, Cole! Sandro deserves every bit of this!"
Triple H climbed the ropes, fists hammering into Sandro's head yet again. The crowd counted again, "ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!" before Triple H hooked him and launched him with a superplex from the top rope that rattled the entire ring. Both men lay sprawled, motionless, causing the referee to check on them.
The chants began again: "THIS IS AWESOME! clap clap clap clap clap THIS IS AWESOME! clap clap clap clap clap THIS IS AWESOME!"
Slowly, Triple H crawled and manages to drape an arm over Sandro.
One! Two! Th... NO! Sandro barely get a shoulder up, sending the crowd into disbelief.
Cole nearly lost his voice. "How in the world did Sandro kick out of that?! A superplex from the top rope, this is insanity!"
Meanwhile both men crawled toward the ropes, pulling themselves up with sheer grit. Their bodies were wrecked, sweat pouring down, but neither would quit. They staggered to the center of the ring, and the crowd exploded as they began trading blows.
"BOO!" as Sandro landed a right.
"YAY!" as Triple H fired back.
"BOO!"
"YAY!"
"BOO!"
"YAY!"
"BOO!"
"YAY!"
The exchange built to a fever pitch until Triple H ducked a wild swing, booted Sandro in the gut, and hooked his arms. The crowd lost its mind, screaming, "PEDIGREE! PEDIGREE!"
But before he could drop him, Sandro twisted, trying to hit a superkick to Triple H, but Triple H ducked at the right moment and it goes straight right into the referee! The official collapsed again, this time like he was truly knocked out cold, and the boos poured in instantly.
Lawler screamed, "Triple H manages to duck the superkick but it hit straight into the referee!"
The referee was out cold, sprawled on the mat like a ragdoll after taking Sandro's desperate superkick. The crowd rained down boos, stomping their feet and waving their arms furiously, knowing exactly what this meant: chaos was about to ensue.
Cole was livid. "Of course! Of course this happens, King! The one man who can call this match fairly is lying unconscious thanks to Sandro's cheap trick!"
Lawler's voice cracked with disgust. "He didn't even care that it hit the ref, Cole! He just wanted to take Triple H's head off! This kid is vile!"
Inside the ring, both men staggered on their feet. Sandro wiped the sweat from his eyes, smirking despite his exhaustion, while Triple H's chest heaved like a warhorse, every vein in his body standing out. But then something snapped in The Game. The crowd erupted as Triple H's gaze darted to the steel chair lying in the corner, still gleaming under the arena lights.
For a moment, he stood frozen, gripping the ropes. The fans knew the dilemma. This was Triple H, the man who prided himself on finishing fights on his terms, not with shortcuts.
But tonight was different. Tonight, it was survival against a man who had spat on every rule in the book. Slowly, deliberately, Triple H reached down and picked up the steel chair.
The building exploded in approval.
Cole nearly lost his headset. "Yes! Triple H has had enough! You wanna play dirty, Sandro? Fine! The Game can play dirty better than anyone!"
Sandro, groggy and dazed, stumbled to his feet, smirk plastered on his face as if daring The Game to do it. Triple H didn't hesitate. CRACK! The chair smacked across Sandro's back with a thunderous sound that reverberated through the arena. Sandro collapsed forward onto his knees, writhing in pain. The fans roared, chanting, "ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!"
And The Game obliged. CRACK! Another brutal chair shot rang out, Sandro's body jerking violently before he faceplanted on the canvas. Triple H stood tall, chest heaving, the chair dangling from his hands as the crowd went wild. Finally, he tossed it out of the ring, his message clear, he had evened the playing field.
Lawler was shouting. "That's what I'm talking about, Cole! That's justice right there! That's payback for every shortcut Sandro's taken since he won that title!"
Cole added, "And it couldn't have come at a better time! Triple H is about to finish this once and for all!"
Triple H bent down, grabbed Sandro by the hair, and dragged his limp body to the center of the ring. He hooked the arms. The crowd jumped to its feet. He dropped him with a thunderous PEDIGREE! The canvas shook under the impact.
The fans counted along instinctively even without a referee: "ONE! TWO! THREE!" But there was no official to make it real. Triple H sat back on his knees, sweat pouring down his face, frustration etched into every line of his body. He slammed the mat, yelling for the referee to wake up.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the ref began stirring in the corner, groaning and clutching his jaw. Triple H crawled over, shaking him, yelling, "GET UP! GET UP!" The referee nodded weakly, dragging himself upright against the ropes.
Triple H turned back to Sandro, who hadn't moved. The crowd knew it was time for the end. The Game stood, towering, eyes wild. He bounced off the ropes, building momentum, and as Sandro staggered up to his feet, Triple H scooped him and planted him with a spinebuster! The ring shook again as Sandro bounced and rolled in agony.
Cole was nearly screaming. "Spinebuster! The Game has him where he wants him!"
The crowd was in a frenzy now, sensing the finish. Triple H dragged Sandro up again, arms hooked, sweat spraying off his body as he dropped him with a second Pedigree! Sandro's face was driven into the mat, and he lay motionless. Triple H collapsed across him, hooking the leg.
The referee crawled over, arm raised. The crowd counted with him.
"ONE! TWO!" And then suddenly the arena lights dimmed as the Undisputed System's theme blasted through the speakers.
The building shook from boos as Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Big E, and Ryback marched out onto the stage, smug smiles across their faces. Their presence was enough to snap every head in the arena toward the ramp.
Cole's voice was furious. "Oh no. No, no, no! Not now! Not after everything Triple H has gone through tonight!"
Lawler barked, "This is ridiculous! The whole Undisputed System is coming out here! Can't Sandro fight his own battles for once in his life?"
Triple H broke the pin, rolling off Sandro with fury in his eyes. He pushed himself to his feet and leaned over the ropes, jabbing his finger at the ramp. "COME ON!" he roared, veins popping in his neck. "YOU WANT SOME? COME DOWN HERE!" The crowd roared in approval, but the distraction had been set.
The referee was shouting from the ropes, pointing at the group. "STAY BACK! STAY BACK OR I'LL DISQUALIFY HIM!" But his words were drowned out by the chaos.
On the floor, DX members Road Dogg, Billy Gunn, X-Pac, and Kofi Kingston sprinted toward the ramp to intercept. The crowd went nuclear as both groups clashed halfway up the aisle. Fists flew, bodies crashed into barricades, and the lumberjacks who weren't already brawling joined the fray. It was absolute bedlam, the kind of chaos only a lumberjack match could unleash.
Cole shouted over the madness. "This is breaking down completely! The lumberjacks are losing control, DX and Kofi are fighting off the Undisputed System, but the damage is already done! Triple H's attention is split!"
And in that chaos, nobody noticed Alexa Bliss.
Dressed in black, blending into the shadows of the crowd, she slipped over the barricade on the far side of the ring. She crouched low, eyes darting as she slid to the apron and reached under the ring.
The fans closest to her screamed warnings, but with all eyes glued to the brawl on the ramp, most of the arena didn't realize what was happening.
Her hand emerged holding a weapon synonymous with Triple H himself, the sledgehammer.
Lawler cried out. "Wait a minute, Cole, no, don't tell me! That's a sledgehammer!"
Alexa slid it into the ring just as Sandro, battered but stirring, crawled toward the ropes. He gripped the middle rope, pulling himself upright, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Alexa whispered encouragement from the apron as she nudged the hammer toward his hand.
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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
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0