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Big E taunted Shad as he held JTG in a bearhug, shouting, "You want your boy? Come get him!" Shad was pacing like a lion, desperate for the tag, slapping the top rope, the crowd chanting, "JTG! JTG! JTG!"
JTG, face contorted in pain, threw an elbow. Another. A third. Big E staggered, loosening his grip, and JTG hit a jawbreaker out of nowhere! The crowd popped as both men hit the mat. The ref started the count.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
JTG crawled desperately, inching closer, arm outstretched, Big E rolled toward Ryback, TAG!
Both teams tagged at the same time!
The Target Center exploded as Shad Gaspard came in like a freight train, hammering Ryback with clotheslines, then knocking Big E off the apron! Ryback tried a wild swing, Shad ducked and hit a thunderous powerslam! He covered, 1! 2! KICKOUT!
The crowd gasped. Ryback sat up in disbelief, clutching his ribs. Shad pounded the mat, fired up, and motioned for JTG. The two men looked at each other and nodded, time for that signature Cryme Tyme double team.
They pulled Ryback up, Irish whip, double flapjack! The fans went nuts. Cole shouted over the noise, "Cryme Tyme are clicking on all cylinders tonight!"
But the Undisputed System weren't out of it yet. Drew McIntyre pounded the apron, shouting commands. Big E climbed back onto the apron, jaw set, ready to re enter the fray. Alexa Bliss yelled encouragement from the other side, her voice shrill and sharp over the noise.
At ringside, Heyman and Kelly exchanged a glance, both knew this match was far from over.
The crowd chanted again, louder than before. "CRYME TYME! CRYME TYME!"
Inside the ring, Shad hit a running boot to Ryback's face, sending him crashing into the corner. He backed up, pointing to the crowd, the place went wild as he ran full speed for another huge splash, but Ryback moved! Shad hit the turnbuckle hard and stumbled back into a spinebuster from Ryback!
The crowd gasped as both men went down again. Ryback crawled, arm out, and just as Shad started to move, Ryback tagged in Big E.
Big E stormed in, fired up and furious. He pulled Shad up, tossed him into the ropes, and hit a vicious overhead belly to belly suplex! Shad landed hard. Big E flexed, shouting, "THIS IS OUR HOUSE!" as Drew clapped proudly from the floor.
Cole growled, "You can't help but hate how confident they are, but man, they're backing it up right now!"
The referee checked on Shad as JTG reached for the tag again, the fans rallying behind him. Big E dragged Shad up once more, but Shad fired back with a heavy right hand, then another. The crowd rallied louder and louder.
Big E went for a clothesline, Shad ducked, bounced off the ropes, DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!
Both men crashed down again as the arena went wild, the momentum swinging back and forth, neither team giving an inch.
At ringside, Heyman leaned toward Kelly and muttered something under his breath. Kelly nodded, her eyes focused as she clapped rhythmically, starting a chant. "LET'S GO CRYME TYME!" echoed across the arena.
And as both teams slowly stirred, crawling to their corners, the entire Target Center seemed to shake with anticipation. The tag titles gleamed on the announce table. Cole's voice rose above the chants, filled with emotion.
"This is what tag team wrestling is supposed to be, King! Two teams fighting tooth and nail, no interference, no tricks, just pure competition!"
Lawler nodded, "You're right, Cole, and look at this crowd! They're eating it up!"
The match continues with Big E and Shad slowly pushing themselves up from the mat, both men groggy, sweat dripping down their faces, the arena pulsing with noise.
The fans were on their feet again, clapping, shouting, pleading for Cryme Tyme to somehow pull off a miracle. Shad's fingers dug into the canvas as he crawled toward his corner, every muscle shaking, his long arm stretching, stretching, while at the same time Big E clawed his way toward Ryback.
Cole shouted, voice cracking with excitement, "Both men are almost there! They're almost there!"
Lawler leaned forward as if he could push the moment along with his body. "Come on, Shad! Come on, kid! Make that tag!"
And then, TAG!
At the exact same second, TAG!
Ryback burst into the ring like a cannonball while JTG exploded in from the opposite side, the two men colliding in the center with all the fury their teams had built up through the match. JTG ducked under Ryback's first wild haymaker, rebounded off the ropes, and nailed him with a flying back elbow that rocked the powerhouse.
The crowd roared so loudly the cameras visibly shook. JTG hit another fast combo, jab, jab, spinning kick, then a running dropkick to the knee that finally sent Ryback stumbling back onto the mat.
Cole yelled, "He took the big man down! JTG took Ryback down!"
Ryback smacked the canvas in frustration, trying to push himself up, but JTG stayed on him, delivering sharp stomps to his chest and shoulder to keep him grounded. Every hit drew another burst of cheers from Minneapolis. For a moment, it looked like Cryme Tyme had seized the momentum entirely. JTG pulled Ryback up by the head, ran to the ropes, and hit a running leg lariat that flattened him again.
Lawler couldn't even hide his joy. "This kid is fast tonight, Cole! Ryback can't track half of what's hitting him!"
JTG backed up, pointing at the cheering crowd, calling for his signature sling blade style neckbreaker. Ryback slowly rose, turning toward him and JTG launched forward, but Ryback caught him mid air, powering him backward into the corner with brute strength. The crowd gasped as JTG's back collided hard with the turnbuckles.
"OHHHH!" the crowd groaned collectively.
With a bellow of effort, Ryback hoisted JTG over his shoulder and began stomping toward the center of the ring. But JTG wriggled, slipping out the back, landing on his feet. He kicked out Ryback's knee again and sprinted to the ropes one more time, and this time connected with a huge flying forearm that sent Ryback tumbling to the mat.
The arena erupted again.
But Ryback didn't stay down long. He rolled, instinctively knowing where Big E stood, and dragged himself toward his partner. JTG realized too lat, Ryback lunged—
TAG!
Big E barreled into the ring with a roar, eyes laser focused, sweat flying from his shaved head as he rushed toward JTG. The smaller man turned just as Big E charged, launching a freight train like body block that flipped JTG inside out. The ring shook. The crowd booed violently.
Cole groaned, "Oh no… JTG got turned completely inside out by Big E!"
Big E didn't waste a second. He grabbed JTG by the waist from behind and whipped him overhead with a massive, gut-wrench release suplex. The force sent JTG rolling on impact, clutching his back, gasping.
Shad pounded the turnbuckle, shouting, "Come on, J! Come on!"
Ryback, still recovering on one knee in the corner, shouted instruction too, "Finish him! Finish him!"
Big E smirked cruelly, wiping a hand across his mouth before pointing at Shad as if to say, Your boy's dead.
JTG struggled to push himself up, but Big E stalked behind him, waiting, coiling like a predator ready to strike. When JTG finally got upright, Big E lunged, scooping him up for a huge backbreaker, but JTG kicked his legs, shifted his weight, and slipped free again! The crowd erupted. JTG hit the ropes one more time, desperate, digging deep, and delivered a running enzuigiri straight to Big E's skull.
The shot stunned Big E, sending him down to one knee.
Cole nearly jumped out of his seat. "JTG is still alive! He's still fighting!"
JTG stumbled backward, then launched himself forward with pure adrenaline, only for Ryback, from the apron, to suddenly yank the top rope down. JTG's momentum sent him tumbling over and crashing onto the floor below.
The arena booed violently.
Shad screamed at the referee, "HEY! HEY! YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT?! COME ON!"
But the ref had been watching Big E.
Heyman threw his hands up in anger. "Of course! Of course he didn't see it!"
Kelly covered her mouth, terrified as JTG lay clutching his ribs on the floor.
Alexa Bliss giggled at ringside, clapping mockingly. "Oops. Guess he slipped!"
Drew laughed beside her, leaning on the barricade. "Don't worry, folks! We're just warming up!"
Cole seethed. "Damn it… Cryme Tyme does EVERYTHING right, they play fair, and one cheap shot changes everything!"
Ryback hopped off the apron, grabbed JTG, and rolled him back into the ring. Big E stalked over, pulled JTG up like a ragdoll, hoisting him with terrifying ease. JTG's arm dangled as Big E carried him toward his corner.
Ryback slapped Big E's back, TAG.
The fans knew what was coming.
Cole whispered, almost defeated, "Oh no… King… King, I think they're going for it."
Lawler grimaced. "Not the Gluttony Drop…"
Ryback climbed inside as JTG tried to swing a weak punch, but Ryback effortlessly lifted him into the reverse crucifix powerbomb position across his back and shoulders, JTG dangling helplessly, arms limp.
Big E stood center, arms open, ready.
Alexa and Kofi screamed, "DO IT! END IT!"
Shad tried to climb into the ring, but the referee blocked him. "No! Get back in the corner!"
Shad roared, "BUT THEY'RE GONNA KILL HIM—!"
And then—
The Undisputed System struck.
Ryback hurled JTG forward, an ungodly height, straight toward Big E.
Big E timed it perfectly.
Catching JTG mid-air.
Driving him violently downward—
BIG ENDING!
The mat thundered like a bomb went off.
JTG bounced lifelessly.
Big E immediately hooked the leg, pressing down with all his weight.
1! 2! 3!
The bell rang.
The stadium erupted into deafening boos as "Shock The System" blasted through the Target Center.
Justin Roberts announced it loudly, the heartbreak echoing with each word:
"Here are your winners… and the NEEEEEW World Tag Team Champions… BIG E and RYYYYYBACK!"
The boos grew louder. Trash flew near the barricade. Fans slapped their heads, their chairs, anything in frustration.
Cole slapped the desk in disbelief. "No… no… no… Cryme Tyme had this match won three times over! They fought their hearts out! And the Undisputed System STILL walks away with the titles!"
Lawler's voice was full of sadness. "This… this just hurts, Cole. Cryme Tyme did nothing wrong. NOTHING. They just got out-muscled, out-powered, and cheated at the right moment. They didn't deserve this. Not after everything."
Inside the ring, Big E ripped the tag titles from the referee and held both high above his head as Ryback pounded his chest. Drew climbed inside, raising Big E's arm. Kofi drummed on the middle rope, hype man style, as Alexa clapped dramatically, pretending she was in tears of joy.
Sandro, still in his ring gear and drenched in ego at this time come out form the entrance stage, run down the ramp, and slid into the ring holding the United States Title. He hugged Big E, shook Ryback's hand, and raised their arms with him, shouting.
"THIS IS WHAT WE DO! THIS IS WHO WE ARE! WE RUN THIS PLACE!"
The boos intensified. Entire rows of fans flipped middle fingers. One man threw a water bottle but security caught it mid air.
Meanwhile, on the outside, Paul Heyman stood frozen. Stoic. Arms crossed. His face unreadable, but his head shook slowly, as if disappointed, frustrated, conflicted. Cryme Tyme had been his guys. The ones he backed. The ones he believed in.
Shad rolled out of the ring first, nearly collapsing. Kelly rushed to him, asking if he was okay, and Shad nodded weakly, eyes filled with anger and heartbreak.
JTG crawled toward the ropes, barely conscious. Kelly and Shad pulled him out to safety while Heyman placed a hand on JTG's shoulder. No words, just the smallest squeeze of support.
Cryme Tyme's title reign, one month of excitement, hope, and fan adoration, was over. Killed on the biggest stage of the month by the unstoppable machine known as the Undisputed System.
And Minneapolis felt that loss deep.
For the next few matches, the crowd applauded, they reacted, but their hearts weren't in it. Cole and Lawler kept referring back to what happened.
"I still can't believe Cryme Tyme lost…"
"That match took something out of this arena…"
"The Undisputed System is destroying morale tonight…"
Match after match unfolded, good ones, exciting ones, but none washed away the bitter sting left by Sandro's opening match and now the tag title robbery.
And then… it was time.
Main event.
"SHOCK THE SYSTEM!"
The arena drowned in boos, louder than any all night. Louder than Sandro's entrance. Louder than Big E and Ryback's victory. Because this time, they came out all together. Alexa Bliss emerged first, strutting confidently, flipping her hair, her entrance robe glimmering under the spotlight. Her face held a cold smirk, one that promised she was about to finish the Undisputed System's gold sweep tonight.
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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