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Kane stood tall, staring down at the fallen champion, fire blazing in his eyes. Jericho lay there clutching the title, victory hollow, body wrecked. Kane left the ring to a massive ovation as officials checked on Jericho. The image of the fallen champion lingered for a moment before the cameras cut away.
And now…
It was time for the main event.
YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME!
The cheers were thunderous.
Edge burst onto the stage, arms spread wide as pyro erupted behind him. The Rated-R Superstar soaked in the moment, eyes locked on the ring, knowing exactly what was at stake.
He marched down the ramp, sliding into the ring, throwing his arms up again as the crowd roared in approval. He paced, intense, focused, waiting.
Then—
"WELLLLLL IT'S THE BIG SHOW!"
The reaction doubled.
The World's Largest Athlete stepped out, WWE Championship resting on his shoulder, looking every bit the unstoppable force he was billed as.
The final title.
The last barrier.
The Undisputed System already held everything else.
And as Big Show made his way toward the ring, one question hung heavy in the air, unspoken but impossible to ignore.
Would Night of Champions become the day Undisputed System started a whole new reign of an era by completing its takeover with Sandro chasing in his MITB briefcase?
Big Show stepped fully into the ring, the canvas subtly shifting under his weight. He didn't rush. He never did. He walked with the slow, deliberate confidence of a man who knew exactly who he was and what he represented.
He stood tall at the center of the ring, the WWE Championship raised high above his head in one massive hand. He threw his head back and let out a booming roar, a sound that seemed to rattle the very steel beams holding the Allstate Arena together.
The fans answered him in kind, rising to their feet, cheering the champion as he slowly lowered the title and draped it over his shoulder. He turned once more, taking in the crowd from every angle, then lumbered toward his corner, rolling his shoulders, loosening his neck, preparing himself for war.
Tony Chimel stepped forward, microphone already raised as the noise slowly began to settle.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Chimel announced, his voice carrying clearly, "this match is the MAIN EVENT of the evening… and it is scheduled for ONE FALL!"
The crowd roared again, anticipation reaching a fever pitch.
"And it is… FOR THE WWE CHAMPIONSHIP!"
Edge leaned back against the ropes, eyes never leaving Big Show as Chimel turned toward him.
"Introducing first," Chimel continued, "the challenger… from Toronto, Ontario, Canada… weighing in at 241 pounds… he is the Rated R… SUUUUUUPERSTAAAAAR… EEEEEEDGE!"
The reaction was instant and deafening. Edge pushed off the ropes and stepped forward, throwing one arm high into the air, jaw set, eyes sharp. He soaked in the cheers for a brief moment, nodding slightly, then lowered his arm and turned back toward Big Show, the intensity never fading.
Chimel pivoted, now facing the champion.
"And the champion… from Tampa, Florida… weighing in at 485 pounds… he is the reigning, defending WWE CHAMPIONNNN… the WORLD'S LARGEST ATHLETE… THEEEE BIGGG SHOOOOOWWWW!"
Big Show lifted the title again, this time with a confident smirk, acknowledging the crowd with a slow nod. Chimel exited the ring as the referee stepped forward, motioning for the championship. Big Show handed it over without hesitation.
The referee walked across the ring, holding the gold up in front of Edge, giving him a clear look at what he was fighting for. Edge stared at the title, eyes narrowing, then looked back at Big Show with a smirk of his own. The referee then stepped to the center of the ring, raising the WWE Championship high above his head so everyone in attendance could see it one last time.
"This is what it's all about," Cole said over the roar of the crowd. "The WWE Championship. The last title not in the hands of the Undisputed System."
"And you know they're watching," Lawler added. "You know Sandro, Jericho, all of them are watching this very closely."
Striker nodded along. "Because if Big Show falls here tonight… that's it. Every championship. Total control."
The referee handed the title to the ringside crew, then turned back, checking both competitors. Big Show cracked his neck from side to side. Edge rolled his shoulders and bounced lightly on the balls of his feet.
The referee glanced between them, took a step back, and called for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The arena erupted.
Big Show and Edge stepped toward each other, meeting in the center of the ring. There was a pause, just a moment, before Edge extended his hand. Big Show looked down at it, then back at Edge, and after a beat, he clasped it. The handshake was firm, respectful, and the crowd responded with thunderous applause.
"You love to see this," Cole said. "Two veterans. Two champions. Mutual respect on the biggest stage."
They released the handshake, and immediately the atmosphere shifted. Edge dropped into a ready stance, circling. Big Show loomed, hands up, cutting off angles with his sheer presence.
They locked up.
Edge tried to leverage speed, slipping to the side, but Big Show powered him backward with ease, driving him into the corner. The referee stepped in, calling for a clean break. Big Show complied, backing away with his hands raised. Edge nodded, appreciating the clean start, but the look in his eyes said he knew it wouldn't stay that way for long.
They circled again. Edge darted in, landed a quick kick to Big Show's thigh, then another. Big Show grunted but barely moved. Edge followed with a side headlock, cinching it tight, trying to wear the big man down early.
Big Show planted his feet and shoved Edge off, sending him bouncing off the ropes. Edge came back with a shoulder block and bounced right off Big Show, hitting the mat hard.
Big Show smirked and pointed down at him.
"That's not gonna do it," Lawler chuckled.
Edge rolled back to his feet quickly, shaking it off. He charged again, this time ducking under Big Show's arm, hitting the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope with a flying forearm that actually rocked the champion back a step. The crowd popped at the impact.
Edge didn't slow down. He hit the ropes again, dropkicking Big Show right in the knee. The big man staggered, forced to take a knee for the first time, and the fans came alive.
"Smart strategy by Edge," Striker noted. "He knows he can't overpower Big Show. He has to chop him down."
Edge hammered Big Show with forearms to the side of the head, then a quick snap DDT that planted the champion on his back. Edge hooked the leg.
ONE!
Big Show kicked out easily, shoving Edge away.
Edge stayed on him, stomping at the legs, the ribs, the arms, never letting the champion get comfortable. He dragged Big Show toward the corner and climbed up, raining down punches as the crowd counted along.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!
Big Show shoved him off at ten, sending Edge flying across the ring. Edge rolled through and popped back up, but Big Show was already on his feet, charging.
Big Boot!
Edge barely ducked it, the massive leg sailing over his head. Big Show turned—
SPEAR!
Edge drove Big Show into the corner with everything he had. The ring shook. Edge staggered back, clutching his shoulder from the impact, then charged again with another spear that dropped Big Show to a seated position.
The crowd was on fire.
Edge backed up, signaling for something bigger. He rushed in—
Big Show exploded out of the corner with a thunderous clothesline that turned Edge inside out.
Both men were down for a moment, the crowd buzzing.
Big Show was the first up. He hauled Edge to his feet and launched him across the ring with a Biel toss. Edge crashed hard, sliding under the bottom rope to the floor.
Big Show followed, stepping out over the top rope. The referee began his count as Big Show grabbed Edge and slammed him spine first into the barricade. The thud echoed.
"Big Show's strength is just unreal," Cole said.
Big Show lifted Edge and dropped him chest first onto the announce table, then rolled him back into the ring. He followed, climbing the steps and stepping through the ropes.
Big Show went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Edge kicked out.
Big Show didn't waste time. He pulled Edge up and delivered a massive chop to the chest, the sound like a gunshot. Edge staggered. Another chop. Another. Big Show scooped Edge up—
Sidewalk Slam!
Big Show covered again.
ONE!
TWO!
Edge kicked out again, barely.
Big Show shook his head, frustration creeping in. He dragged Edge up, set him against the ropes, and whipped him across. Edge came back—
Big Show caught him.
Chokeslam attempt—
Edge slipped out the back, landed on his feet, and shoved Big Show into the ropes. Big Show rebounded—
Edge drop down—
Big Show turned—
Edge hit a dropkick right to the face!
Big Show stumbled but stayed upright. Edge hit the ropes again, springboard crossbody, but Big Show caught him mid air and slammed him down with authority.
The crowd gasped.
Big Show climbed the corner, slowly, methodically. This wasn't something he did often, and everyone knew what it meant.
"This could be it," Lawler warned.
Big Show steadied himself… and leapt.
Vader Bomb!
The ring shook violently. Big Show hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
TH, NO, EDGE KICKED OUT!
The arena exploded.
"No way!" Cole shouted. "Edge is still alive!"
Big Show sat up, disbelief written across his face. He stared at Edge, then slowly pushed himself up, determination replacing surprise.
Big Show signaled for the end.
He grabbed Edge by the throat.
Chokeslam—
Edge fought, kicking wildly, slipping free, landing behind Big Show. He shoved Big Show into the corner and followed with a flurry of punches. Edge climbed again, raining down fists as the crowd counted.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!
At ten, Edge jumped off and rolled through—
SPEAR!
This one cut Big Show in half.
Edge collapsed on top, hooking the leg tightly.
ONE!
TWO!
Big Show powered out, throwing Edge off with sheer force.
Both men lay there, exhausted, the crowd chanting both names, the noise rolling like thunder.
"This is why this is the main event," Striker said. "This is why this championship matters."
Edge dragged himself up first, using the ropes. Big Show followed, slower now, breathing heavier. Edge measured him, eyes locked.
He kicked Big Show in the gut.
Setup for the Edgecution—
Big Show blocked it, lifting Edge up—
Edge countered mid air into a DDT!
The crowd roared again.
Edge crawled to the corner, pulling himself up, waiting. Big Show staggered to his feet.
Edge charged—
Big Show caught him again—
Chokeslam—
Edge twisted—
DDT again!
Both men were down, neither able to capitalize immediately.
The referee began counting, the fans clapping in rhythm.
Both men stirred at six.
They got to their knees at eight.
Edge and Big Show stood toe to toe in the center of the ring, chests heaving, sweat dripping, eyes locked with a mixture of defiance and respect. The crowd was fully unglued now, split chants echoing throughout the Allstate Arena.
"LET'S GO EDGE!" "BIG SHOW! BIG SHOW!"
They traded right hands, slow at first, then faster, each blow fueled by exhaustion and pride. Edge snapped Big Show's head back with a sharp right, then another. Big Show answered with a clubbing forearm that nearly dropped Edge to a knee. Edge fired back with a kick to the gut, then another forearm, staggering the champion backward.
"This is unbelievable," Cole shouted. "They're running on heart right now!"
Big Show roared and swung wildly, but Edge ducked, slipping behind him and grabbing the waist, trying desperately for a German suplex. He strained, legs shaking, teeth clenchedz he got Big Show off the mat just an inch before the champion stomped down hard, breaking the grip.
Big Show turned and flattened Edge with a headbutt that echoed. Edge staggered back into the ropes. Big Show charged—
Edge step aside at the last second.
Big Show hit the ropes, rebounded—
Edge caught him with a spinning heel kick that snapped the big man's head sideways. Big Show dropped to one knee again, breathing heavy, clearly feeling the accumulation of damage.
"Edge just won't stop!" Lawler yelled. "How is Big Show still standing?!" Edge saw his opening. He backed up, eyes blazing, hair hanging in his face, jaw clenched. The fans knew what was coming and rose to their feet as one.
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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 & 1x Mr. Money In The Bank
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0