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Alexa suddenly leapt up, DROP TOE HOLD! Kelly's jaw smacked the mat. Alexa snapped into motion, grabbing Kelly's injured leg, smashing it into the canvas again and again. Kelly screamed, clawing at the mat, trying to twist free.
Alexa seized the leg and locked in the KNEEBAR.
The crowd GASSED with horror.
Cole shouted, "No! No! She's got it locked in! Alexa's trying to tear that knee apart!"
Alexa wrenched back with everything she had, yelling, "TAP! TAP RIGHT NOW!"
Kelly clawed at the mat, eyes wide, teeth clenched, refusing to give in. She tried rolling, tried twisting, but Alexa followed her movement perfectly, tightening the hold, bending the knee at an agonizing angle.
Shad and JTG were pounding the mat. 'DON'T TAP! COME ON KELLY, DON'T YOU TAP!"
Heyman leaned forward intensely, voice urgent but controlled. "Turn your hips! Turn your hips! Don't fight against the bend, turn WITH IT!"
Kelly heard him, just barely, and adjusted her body, rolling onto her side, twisting her hips the direction he shouted.
Alexa cursed as Kelly rolled, forcing Alexa to shift position.
Kelly used the moment—
She crawled.
Inches.
Centimeters.
She reached—
Alexa dragged her back to the center!
The fans BOOED louder than ever.
Alexa screamed with rage, yanking on the knee like she wanted to rip it off.
Kelly slapped the mat, not to tap, but to pump herself up, eyes wild with pain but filled with defiance.
She used her free leg—
And kicked Alexa repeatedly in the ribs.
One kick.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Finally Alexa's grip loosened.
Kelly twisted hard, pulling her leg free, rolling away toward the corner.
Alexa rose, clutching her ribs, fury in her eyes.
She ran, attempting a corner splash, but Kelly moved!
Alexa hit the turnbuckle chest first.
Kelly staggered up, with one leg barely usable, and hooked Alexa from behind—
ROLLING VICTORY PIN—
ONE! TWO! THR, ALEXA KICKED OUT!
Both women popped up—
Alexa swung—
Kelly ducked—
Alexa turned—
KELLY HIT A SPINNING WHEEL KICK!
Alexa dropped like a stone.
The crowd surged back to life.
Cole shouted, "She caught her! She CAUGHT her!"
Kelly crawled toward Alexa, dragging herself with her hands, sweat and pain written all over her face.
Her knee trembled violently every time she tried to move it.
Alexa began to stir too.
Both women slowly reached their knees, face to face.
They stared at each other.
The arena fell into a hush.
Then—
Alexa slapped Kelly.
Kelly slumped, stunned.
Alexa smirked.
Kelly lifted her head…
And slapped Alexa back harder.
The crowd erupted.
Alexa growled and threw a punch.
Kelly blocked and fired one of her own.
Alexa punched again.
Kelly punched back.
Then both women unleashed a furious flurry, striking each other repeatedly until they both stood, adrenaline taking control.
Alexa tried a roundhouse kick—
Kelly caught her leg—
SPUN HER—
HIT A BELLY TO BACK FACEBUSTER!
Alexa's face bounced off the canvas.
Kelly hooked both legs—
ONE! TWO!! ALEXA KICKED OUT AGAIN!
Kelly almost collapsed from the agony in her knee.
Heyman shouted. "Stay focused! Don't lose yourself!"
Kelly nodded weakly.
Alexa crawled toward the ropes.
Kelly dragged herself up and set up behind Alexa, grabbing her by the head, PREPARING FOR THE K2—
But Alexa twisted free, spun behind Kelly, shoved her HARD into the turnbuckle, Kelly's knee smashed against the pad, and Alexa rolled her up with a handful of tights—
BUT the referee caught her and stopped the count, shouting at Alexa for cheating.
The arena BOOED Alexa's attempt.
Alexa screamed at the ref, furious.
Kelly crawled behind Alexa—
Small package—
ONE! TWO! Alexa barely escaped!
Both women rolled to opposite corners, panting, bodies shaking, adrenaline barely holding them together.
The crowd stood at full volume.
Cole's voice cracked with emotion. "What a MATCH! This is everything the Divas Championship is supposed to represent! Heart! Skill! PASSION!"
Both women stayed in their corners for a moment, breathing hard, sweat dripping from their faces, chests rising and falling like they were running on fumes. The crowd could feel it—this was the calm before another storm. Alexa leaned on the ropes, wiping the sweat from her brow, glaring across the ring with wide, furious eyes. Kelly clutched the turnbuckle tightly, her right knee shaking, her breaths unsteady, but she still stared back with defiant fire.
Cole's voice trembled as he tried to catch his breath. "I don't know what we're seeing anymore… these two have emptied their souls in this ring."
Lawler nodded, stunned. "This is… this is unreal, Cole. Kelly should've been finished ten minutes ago, and Alexa, she's fighting like someone possessed!"
The referee checked both women, but they waved him off. They didn't want help. They wanted each other.
Alexa pushed off the ropes first, letting out a deep exhale as she stepped toward the center of the ring. Kelly followed, limping badly but refusing to stay back. The fans cheered wildly as Kelly's every step looked more painful than the last. Even that simple walk made her twitch with agony, but it didn't stop her.
The women met in the middle.
Alexa reached first, attempting to latch onto Kelly's bad leg again, her obsession clear. Kelly swatted her away with desperation and fired a quick right hand. The punch snapped Alexa's head back. She responded with a European uppercut that staggered Kelly.
Kelly tried to send a forearm—
Alexa ducked—
She snatched Kelly's injured leg again.
Kelly gasped, eyes widening.
Alexa twisted it brutally.
Kelly collapsed to the mat with a sharp cry.
The crowd erupted in angry boos as Alexa seized the limb like a wolf with its prey. She yanked Kelly toward the ropes and wrapped the leg over the middle rope, pulling back as far as she could. The referee immediately began counting, shouting for Alexa to stop.
"One! Two! Three! Four—!"
Alexa released at the last possible moment and backed away with her hands up like she did nothing wrong. Kelly grabbed her knee, rolling on the canvas, her face twisted with pain.
Lawler grimaced. "Alexa is like a shark smelling blood. She won't stop targeting that knee."
Kelly dragged herself along the mat, trying to escape the corner, but Alexa stalked behind her, steps steady, cutting off her escape. She stomped on the injured knee again, and Kelly's scream echoed through the arena.
"Alexa could end her career tonight," Cole said, voice heavy with frustration. "And she doesn't care!"
Alexa grabbed Kelly by the hair, dragging her upright violently before throwing her into the ropes. Kelly bounced off just barely—
Alexa ran forward—
SPINNING BACK ELBOW!
Kelly dropped again.
Alexa wasted no time. She backed up, measuring her opponent like a predator lining up the final kill. She charged again, going for another knee strike—
Kelly rolled out of the way at the last second.
Alexa hit the corner hard and stumbled back.
Kelly, running on instinct alone, pushed herself upright on one leg—
She hopped forward—
SUNSET FLIP!
She pulled Alexa down into a pin—
ONE! TWO! Alexa kicked out and rolled backward to her feet.
Kelly stayed seated, panting, hands trembling.
Alexa sprinted toward her—
BASEMENT DROPKICK—
Kelly rolled aside—
Alexa slid across the mat—
Kelly rose again painfully, leaning into the ropes for support.
Alexa turned—
Kelly summoned everything she had and ran, limping heavily but refusing to stop—
DIVING LOU THESZ PRESS!
Kelly took Alexa down and rained punches again, the crowd roaring with every shot. Alexa tried to block, but Kelly was fueled by something beyond adrenaline, desperation, pride, championship instinct.
Alexa kicked her off forcefully, both women rolling back to their bases.
Kelly hobbled to her feet, Alexa rose slower. Kelly charged once more—
Alexa cut her off with a stiff knee to the ribs.
Kelly doubled over.
Alexa spun—
BACKFIST!
Kelly collapsed to her knees.
Alexa grabbed her hair.
Kelly, on instinct, fired one last punch to Alexa's midsection.
Alexa grunted—
But she responded with a brutal kick to the injured knee.
Kelly screamed again, falling flat.
Alexa smirked as the crowd booed.
She dragged Kelly to the nearest corner by the arm, pulling her lifelessly like a ragdoll. Then Alexa slipped onto the apron and began climbing the ropes, moving slowly but deliberately, setting up the final blow.
Cole tensed. "Oh no… oh come on… don't do this…"
Lawler leaned forward. "This is it… this is the end…"
Alexa perched on the top rope, balanced perfectly, her eyes narrowing with malicious triumph.
Kelly barely moved on the mat below.
Alexa leapt—
TWISTED BLISS.
She hit EVERY bit of it.
The arena gasped at the impact, Kelly's body folding under the weight.
Alexa didn't go for the pin.
She wasn't done.
She stood over Kelly's barely conscious body, breathing heavily, looking down with pure venom.
Then she dragged Kelly upright by the hair, her face inches from hers.
"Your era ends NOW," Alexa hissed.
She hooked Kelly's head under her arm.
Screamed at the crowd—
And hit KELLY'S OWN FINISHER, THE K2!
The impact shook the ring. Kelly lay flat on her back, unmoving, eyes glazed.
Alexa rolled over her, pressing both hands onto Kelly's shoulders.
The referee slid in.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
The bell rang instantly.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The loudest boos of the night rained down upon the arena like a monsoon.
Justin Roberts raised the mic, shouting through the chaos. "Here is your winner… and NEEEEEEEEW WWE DIVAS CHAMPION… ALEXAAAAA BLISSSSSS!"
The boos somehow grew louder.
Cole's voice came out strained, bitter. "I… I can't believe it. I can't believe what we've witnessed tonight."
Lawler sighed deeply. "This… this is heartbreaking. Kelly fought her heart out… but Alexa Bliss… she did it. And now the Undisputed System holds even more gold."
Kelly rolled weakly out of the ring, every breath shaky, her knee nearly giving out completely. JTG and Shad rushed to her side immediately, each taking one of her arms, helping her stand. She leaned on them, head lolling forward, eyes dim.
Paul Heyman stepped forward too, his expression conflicted, anger, disappointment, worry all blending into one. He placed a hand on Kelly's back, murmuring to her. He consoled her, yes, but the tone had a bitter edge.
"You lost… both of you lost. And now they have more power than ever. This is what they wanted."
Kelly shut her eyes as those words sank in.
In the ring, the Undisputed System swarmed around Alexa.
Sandro grabbed her by the waist and spun her around with excitement before planting a long, deep French kiss on her lips. The crowd erupted with disgust, booing even louder than before. Sandro dipped her back dramatically, showing off in the center of the ring like a movie villain showing off his queen.
The image was infuriating to the fans.
Big E, Ryback, Wade Barrett, Kofi Kingston, and Drew McIntyre clapped and whistled, praising Alexa and shouting celebratory chants.
Alexa grinned wickedly once the kiss broke, breathing heavily, sweat shining on her forehead. Sandro stood behind her, arms around her waist, looking proud as ever.
The referee tried to hand Alexa the Divas championship, but was snatched by Kofi aggressively out of the ref's hand. The ref tried to protest, and Kofi shoved him to the mat.
The arena booed even louder.
Kofi handed the title to Alexa like presenting a crown to royalty.
Alexa raised it high with both hands, shouting at the fans. "THIS IS OUR ERA!!!"
More boos.
Sandro lifted his own United States Championship high, standing beside her like they were king and queen of WWE.
But then Sandro paused.
He looked toward ringside, toward Kelly, JTG, Shad, and Paul Heyman.
His lips curled into an evil, slow-forming smirk.
He stepped forward, motioning to the other members of the Undisputed System. One by one, he whispered in each of their ears, Drew, Wade, Kofi, Ryback, Big E, and then walked back to Alexa, whispering something to her too.
Alexa's grin widened.
Cole tensed."What are they doing? What are they planning now?"
Lawler shook his head. "I don't like this, Cole. I don't like this at all…"
Suddenly—
The Undisputed System, except Sandro, slid out of the ring.
Alexa slid out too.
Kelly barely had time to turn before she was ambushed.
Alexa grabbed her by the hair, SMACK! Forearm straight to the jaw.
Kelly collapsed instantly.
The crowd screamed in horror.
JTG tried to step in—
Big E and Ryback slammed into him like freight trains.
Shad tried to pull Big E off—
Wade q d Drew blindsided him with a brutal double clothesline.
All three of them were overwhelmed immediately, the Undisputed System's numbers far too great.
Cole shouted in outrage, pounding on the desk. "Somebody stop this! This is disgusting!"
Lawler yelled, "WHERE ARE THE OFFICIALS?! SOMEONE GET OUT HERE!"
But only one person moved toward the chaos, Paul Heyman. Sort of, as he stepped forward with his arms extended but barely tried to intervene. He didn't run. He didn't shove anyone.
He simply looked conflicted, almost hesitant, like he wasn't sure what to do… or didn't want to do anything at all.
The fans noticed.
Cole noticed.
Lawler noticed.
It looked like Heyman wasn't trying very hard at all to stop it.
Inside the ring, Sandro lifted a mic, placing his United State title back on his shoulder while holding Alexa's Divas Championship in his other hand.
The beating on the outside continued.
Sandro began speaking calmly, confidently, with the tone of a man who knew he was untouchable.
"Just like I promised last Monday on RAW…" he said slowly, almost savoring the words. "The Undisputed System walks out tonight… with two MORE championships."
The boos became deafening.
"And I uphold every promise I make," Sandro continued. "Tonight proves it. This proves why my family… my empire… will dominate WWE. Because when we stand together, when we move as one, no one… and I mean NO ONE… can stop us."
He stepped forward toward the ropes, glaring at Heyman.
"Not the locker room. Not the fans. Not even Vince McMahon himself."
The crowd exploded with outrage.
Cole yelled. "What is he talking about?! What does Sandro mean by this?!"
Then something unexpected happened.
Paul Heyman stepped up onto the apron.
The arena quieted, confused murmurs sweeping through the crowd.
Heyman entered the ring slowly, meeting Sandro in the center.
They stared at each other.
Sandro extended the mic.
Heyman took it.
The crowd waited.
Cole held his breath.
Heyman spoke calmly, almost… approvingly.
"Well, Sandro… I must admit," Heyman began, "I didn't expect your boys. Or your girl. To finish the job tonight without any interference. Especially in a night like this… with stakes like these."
The arena ERUPTED in confusion.
Cole was stunned. "What… what is he SAYING?!"
Lawler shook his head. "No… no, don't tell me…"
Heyman wasn't finished. "And since you held up your end of our agreement…" Heyman continued, raising his voice slightly, "I will now hold up mine."
He extended his left hand.
Straight toward Sandro.
The crowd screamed in disbelief. Sandro smirked, eyes gleaming. He shook Heyman's hand. Heyman smiled. Sandro pulled him in close and leaned into the microphone one more time. "Pleasure to be working with you from now on… Special Advisor Paul Heyman." The arena EXPLODED in pure outrage.
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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