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He stacked them both on his shoulders, one over each arm. The Sprint Center erupted in disbelief. Ryback marched around the ring with both Cryme Tyme members helpless on his shoulders before dropping into a brutal, earthshaking double finisher. "DOUBLE SHELL SHOCK!" Striker shouted.
He covered both men.
1! 2! 3!
The bell rang.
The Undisputed System's theme hit.
Justin Roberts stood up immediately. "Here are your winners… and STILL the WORLD! TAG! TEAM! CHAMPIONS! BIG E AND RYBACK, THE UNDIIIIISPUTED SYSTEM!"
Big E and Ryback rose, sweat soaked, grinning, raising their titles high as Alexa clapped and Wade, Kofi, and Drew applauded with smug arrogance. Cryme Tyme rolled to the outside, recovering as medical staff rushed to check on them.
Cole said, "Like it or not, the dominance continues."
Lawler groaned, "This faction is unbelievable."
Striker added, "And this is just the opening match. What else do they have in store tonight?"
"Remember guys," Lawler said, "we STILL don't know who the eight participants in the Money in the Bank ladder match are."
Cole exhaled. "But if Sandro really plans to enter the match 'one way or another'… then the whole WWE roster better be praying he doesn't actually succeed."
The camera cut to the crowd, some booing, some shocked, some stunned into silence, others buzzing because they knew it only meant one thing, the rest of the night was going to be unpredictable.
After that dominant win, the show barely had a moment to breathe before the next contest was already being set up.
The energy inside the Sprint Center stayed hot, the crowd buzzing from Cryme Tyme's valiant fight and the Undisputed System's overwhelming victory. The commentators recapped the brutality as the ring crew cleared the debris and ringside staff helped JTG and Shad to the back, but everyone knew the night was just getting started.
The next match on the card was for the WWE Intercontinental Championship, a highly anticipated bout featuring Christian defending his title against Alberto Del Rio.
As Del Rio's theme hit, the arena filled with a mixture of boos and anticipation, he strutted to the ring with that trademark smirk, expensive scarf draped around his neck, oozing entitlement. Then Christian's theme blasted, and the cheers rose immediately, the veteran champion jogged out, clapping his hands, full of energy, ready to show once again why he was still at the top of his game.
The bell rang, and both men wasted no time feeling each other out. They went straight into crisp technical exchanges, collar and elbow tie ups, arm drags, counters into counters, both seasoned wrestlers putting on a clinic. Christian's agility and ring awareness clashed beautifully with Del Rio's calculated submission based offense.
Del Rio caught Christian early with a stiff kick to the arm, immediately targeting it for his Cross Armbreaker. Christian grimaced, shaking it out, but retaliated with a sharp dropkick that sent Del Rio tumbling to the outside. The crowd rallied behind the champion as he scaled the ropes and dove to the floor, crashing onto Del Rio with a crossbody that popped the entire arena.
Cole said, "Christian is fighting like a champion tonight!"
Striker added, "Del Rio is dangerous, but Christian knows how to adapt."
Back in the ring, Del Rio regained control with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, followed by vicious stomps to the injured arm. He taunted the crowd, yelled at Christian to give up, and even slapped him across the face. But Christian fought back, running forearm, inverted DDT, a near fall that had everyone on edge.
In the final stretch, Del Rio attempted the Cross Armbreaker, but Christian twisted out of it and shoved him into the corner. Del Rio staggered back.
Christian hooked him.
Killswitch.
Del Rio hit the mat facedown.
Christian rolled him over.
1! 2! 3!
The crowd erupted. Christian retained his Intercontinental Championship, his theme blasting triumphantly as he leaned against the ropes, breathing heavily but smiling wide. Del Rio rolled out of the ring looking furious, clutching his jaw as he stormed toward the back.
Immediately after, the cameras cut to ringside where the Undisputed System were repositioning. The next match was for the WWE Divas Championship, Alexa Bliss defending her title against former champion Kelly Kelly. Alexa entered with Big E, Ryback, and Kofi in tow, their presence instantly souring the crowd's mood. The boos cascaded down as Alexa hopped onto the apron, stuck her tongue out mockingly, and raised her title high.
Kelly Kelly entered to a wave of cheers, determined, focused, and perhaps more fired up than ever with the divisive champions standing on the outside.
The match opened with a ferocity few expected, Kelly Kelly charged at Alexa, tackling her into the corner, raining down fists as the crowd roared. She had the early advantage, countering Alexa's attempts at momentum with roll ups, arm drags, and a spinning headscissors that sent Alexa stumbling.
Lawler shouted, "Kelly Kelly wants that title back right now!"
But Alexa was never one to stay down. She shifted gears quickly, catching Kelly with a stiff forearm and bulldogging her into the mat. From there, she unleashed her athletic arsenal, double knees, aggressive stomps, feigned innocent smiles before hitting nasty strikes. The two traded offense, counter for counter, each determined to walk out champion.
The frustration began to build. Alexa grew annoyed by Kelly's resilience, while Kelly became desperate as Alexa kept slipping away. Big E and Ryback at ringside smirked knowingly, their presence always a reminder of Alexa's insurance policy.
Near the end, Kelly went for a big handspring elbow, but Alexa dodged it, causing Kelly to crash hard. Alexa didn't waste a second. She climbed to the top.
Twisted Bliss. Kelly twitched but kicked out at two.
Alexa rolled her eyes, climbed again.
Another Twisted Bliss. Kelly barely moved, but somehow, miraculously, got her shoulder up again.
Striker groaned, "Come on… this is ridiculous."
Alexa smirked, confident, ruthless. She climbed the ropes one more time, shouting "STAY DOWN!" before launching.
Third Twisted Bliss. The impact echoing throughout the arena. Kelly Kelly wasn't getting up anymore.
1! 2! 3!
The crowd booed loudly, but Alexa simply sat up with a wicked smile, brushing her hair back as Big E and Ryback applauded her domineering victory. She held her title aloft, unbothered, soaking in the jeers as if they were cheers.
Cole said, voice laced with disappointment, "Alexa Bliss retains… what a travesty."
Lawler muttered, "She didn't need to hit it three times… that was just cruel."
But Alexa didn't care.
The next match was for the World Heavyweight Championship, where Jack Swagger defended his title against Kane. The moment Kane's fire erupted on stage, the arena shook with cheers. The Big Red Machine had the crowd eating out of his hand, supporters chanting his name as he stomped toward the ring with that cold, calculated expression.
Swagger, meanwhile, slid out of the ring the instant the bell rang, cowardly, desperate, avoiding Kane's wrath. Kane followed him, the chase beginning instantly. Swagger used every cheap trick he could think of, slamming Kane into the barricade, poking him in the eye, smashing his knee repeatedly, but Kane kept coming, kept rising, kept hurting him.
Inside the ring, Swagger managed to ground Kane momentarily with a chop block and a huge Vader Bomb, but Kane kicked out at two every time. The fans were ravenous, screaming for Kane to end the match. Swagger tried the ankle lock, but Kane shoved him away with terrifying strength.
The finishing sequence was pure chaos:
Swagger went for another Swagger Bomb.
Kane sat up. Swagger froze in mid air.
Kane grabbed him by the throat and chokeslammed him so hard the canvas rattled. The crowd exploded, but Kane wasn't done. He dragged Swagger up, signaled the end, hooked him…
Tombstone Piledriver.
Swagger's body went limp before Kane even pinned him.
1! 2! 3!
The arena erupted in deafening cheers. Kane was the new World Heavyweight Champion, fire blasting from the corners of the ring as he lifted the title overhead, the commentators shouting compliments and praise. It was the catharsis the crowd needed after Alexa's cold win.
Next was the WWE Tag Team Championship match: John Morrison & R-Truth defending against Jimmy Wang Yang & Slam Master J. This one was pure speed, agility, teamwork, and creativity.
All four men flew around the ring with high energy offense, moonsaults, springboards, dropkicks, intricate tandem maneuvers. The fans loved every second. Morrison and R-Truth's experience as a team shined through, however, as they isolated Slam Master J, used rapid tags, and eventually hit their combination finisher for the win.
After that electric match, it was time.
The moment everyone in the arena, and everyone watching at home, had been waiting for.
The main event.
The 8 man Money in the Bank ladder match.
The lights dimmed slightly as Cole, Lawler, and Striker hyped it up, their voices rising with excitement and tension.
Striker declared, "This is the match that can change careers, change trajectories, change legacies!"
Cole added, "One briefcase. Eight men. One destiny."
Then the entrances began.
The SmackDown superstars came out first.
Shelton Benjamin's music hit, and the crowd roared, Mr. Money in the Bank before Money in the Bank even existed, the man known for insane ladder match moments. Shelton sprinted down the ramp, full of confidence.
Next was CM Punk, methodical, cold, smirking with ego and purpose.
Then Matt Hardy, receiving a warm pop, fans chanting his name with admiration.
Lastly, Goldust, bizarre and beloved, glitter shimmering under the lights.
Then came the RAW participants.
Zack Ryder entered first, hyped, fist pumping to the chants of "Woo Woo Woo!"
Ezekiel Jackson followed, towering, intimidating, walking with a sense of quiet menace.
The Miz came next, soaking in the boos with a smug smirk.
Then the clock seemed to freeze.
Everyone waited.
Everyone hoped.
Cole said, "Please… please be anyone but Sandro…"
Lawler muttered, "He talked big… but if he doesn't show up, he'll be humiliated."
Striker leaned into his mic. "This could be a moment of truth."
And then, the guitar riff hit. The iconic opening of Cult of Personality blasted through the speakers.
The arena turned acidic with boos.
Out walked Sandro Zhang, the Maestro himself, United States Championship gleaming on his shoulder, smirk on his face, arrogance radiating from every inch of him. He moved slowly, deliberately, enjoying every ounce of the hatred thrown at him.
Then, right at the top of the ramp, surrounded by deafening negativity, he lifted his hand…
And flipped off the entire arena.
The boos doubled, tripled, became a storm.
Cole snapped, "Oh COME ON!"
Lawler slammed his hands on the table. "What disrespect!"
Striker's voice rose. "I can't believe he actually made it! He really did it!"
In the ring, every superstar's face paled. Fear. Disgust. Frustration. They all knew what his presence meant.
Sandro walked down the ramp, cold, methodical, waving off the crowd as if they were children in a tantrum. He stepped into the ring, unbothered by the stares, took off his title and coat with absolute calm, and handed them to the ringside attendant as Justin Roberts announced:
"And the final participant… representing the Undisputed System… from Orlando, Florida… weighing in at 220 pounds… he is the WWE United States Champion… THE MAESTRO… SANDRO ZHANG!"
The reaction was nuclear. Sandro didn't flinch.
The bell rang right after that and had barely finished ringing when all eight men exploded into motion, the chaos erupting so fast the crowd couldn't even process who hit who first.
The ring instantly became a storm of bodies, fists, boots, and fury. Sandro, still smirking from the nuclear reaction he walked into, didn't even make the first move, everyone else did.
Shelton Benjamin shot across the ring like a lightning bolt, tackling The Miz to the mat with a double-leg takedown.
Zack Ryder charged at CM Punk, swinging wildly. Ezekiel Jackson rushed Matt Hardy, using that raw power to muscle him into the corner. Goldust, unpredictable as ever, spun toward Sandro with an unhinged grin and chopped him right in the chest.
CRACK.
Cole yelled, "The chaos is already off the charts!"
Lawler laughed nervously. "This is eight men who want that briefcase more than they want air!"
Striker added, "And you can FEEL the tension the moment Sandro stepped inside that ring. No one wants him anywhere near that ladder."
Goldust chopped Sandro again, harder this time, sending a spray of sweat flying. Sandro staggered a step, more surprised than hurt. Goldust followed with another chop, this one echoed, and the crowd cheered him on. But Sandro suddenly lunged, grabbing Goldust by the scruff of the neck and hurling him into the corner with a rage fueled shove.
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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