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The camera lingered entirely on the chaotic wreckage in the ring, holding on the image of three massive titans completely laid out on the canvas. As Lashley disappeared behind the curtain, the broadcast copyright graphic flashed onto the screen, and Monday Night RAW slowly, entirely faded to black.
The television screens across the globe went entirely dark, but the digital arena was absolutely, violently catching fire.
Immediately, right away after the broadcast officially ended, Twitter completely exploded.
The servers were entirely overwhelmed by the sheer, unprecedented volume of traffic as the WWE Universe rushed online to discuss exactly what had just happened during one of the most incredibly chaotic episodes of RAW in recent memory.
The absolute very first topic that completely dominated the global trending lists wasn't the main event. It wasn't Brock Lesnar. It was the absolute, bizarre, incredibly surreal debut of the newly liberated trio.
The hashtag #TheNewDay was entirely trending at number one worldwide.
Fans flooded the timelines with thousands of tweets, entirely trying to process the absolute cognitive dissonance of what they had witnessed earlier in the night. For a solid year, Big E, Kofi Kingston, and Xavier Woods had been the serious, corporate, heavily muscled enforcers of the God King's toxic empire.
To see them suddenly skip down the ramp in neon pink and baby blue, wearing plastic unicorn horns and aggressively playing a brass trombone, had entirely short circuited the brains of the internet wrestling community.
"I am entirely speechless," one prominent wrestling fan account tweeted, garnering thousands of retweets within minutes. "What in the absolute world was that entrance? It's a complete joke of a gimmick! Vince McMahon must have lost his mind!"
Many purists initially completely agreed, typing out aggressive paragraphs stating that the gimmick was an absolute embarrassment to the serious nature of professional wrestling. But as the night had progressed, and as the fans had time to entirely digest the performance, the collective narrative completely, violently shifted.
The gimmick was absurd, yes. But it was also incredibly catchy in its own unique way.
Clips of Big E aggressively swiveling his massive hips while clapping his hands began to circulate as viral GIFs. Videos of Xavier Woods entirely blowing the Final Fantasy victory fanfare on a trombone right in the face of a completely stunned Curt Hawkins were completely taking over the internet.
"Okay, I'll admit it," another highly liked tweet read. "The gimmick is a total joke, but I cannot get that stupid song out of my head. DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR!"
But what entirely sold the fans on the concept was the match itself. All of them completely agreed that while the presentation was incredibly funny, the trio had simultaneously showcased that they could be an absolute, dominant force in the ring.
The seamless transition from trombone tooting comedy directly into the catastrophic, skull cracking violence of the Midnight Hour tag team finisher was completely brilliant.
The fans recognized the absolute genius of the duality. It was a splinter faction made directly after its emotional separation from the Undisputed System, entirely rebelling against the dark, toxic seriousness of Sandro by embracing pure, unadulterated, obnoxious light.
Of course, the hardcore fans maintained a healthy "wait and see" attitude. After all, one match doesn't entirely show the definitive direction a gimmick is going to go. But the overwhelming consensus was that Big E, Kofi, and Woods had taken an incredibly risky, bizarre concept and entirely knocked their debut completely out of the park.
While the New Day entirely captured the comedic hearts of the internet, the discussion rapidly, violently shifted to the absolute, unmitigated carnage of the main event scene.
The fans were completely buzzing about the phenomenal, instant classic match that Drew McIntyre and the Big Show were having.
The timeline was entirely filled with praise for the Scottish Psychopath hitting a catastrophic Future Shock DDT on a four hundred pound giant. It was a grueling, hard hitting masterpiece that was entirely living up to the massive stakes of a guaranteed United States Championship match.
But then, the timeline completely erupted into absolute chaos as fans reacted to the interference.
"SUPLEX CITY HAS OPENED IN ORLANDO!" was entirely plastered across thousands of tweets. The sheer, unmitigated physical impossibility of Brock Lesnar picking up the four hundred pound Big Show and entirely throwing him completely across the ring with five consecutive German Suplexes left the fans in absolute awe.
The sheer strength required to hit an F-5 on a giant was actively being debated by fitness enthusiasts and wrestling fans alike. Lesnar had entirely destroyed the main event, completely establishing himself as the most terrifying anomaly in combat sports.
But it was the final, shocking twist that truly had the fans completely losing their minds.
Lashley coming out of the crowd to become the absolute last man standing in the ring was crazy enough. The fans completely lost it when the Dominator entirely cut the Beast in half with that catastrophic Spear, actively avenging his loss from the night prior.
But it became even crazier when Lashley entirely picked up the microphone.
The fans aggressively debated the Dominator's promo. The fact that Lashley had entirely turned against Sandro Zhang, actively threatening the God King on live television, was a monumental shift in the WWE landscape.
"Sandro is completely finished," a popular wrestling podcaster tweeted into the night. "He lost the United States title. Big E, Kofi, and Woods completely abandoned him. The rest of the locker room just entirely slaughtered Barrett, Ryback, and Ziggler backstage. And now? His million dollar mercenary is actively threatening to hunt him down for the World Heavyweight Championship. The God King is completely isolated at all fronts."
The situation had become even more dire for the God King. He hadn't shown his face since his catastrophic, table shattering defeat last night at Extreme Rules. The fans were entirely speculating about where the billionaire prodigy was hiding, entirely anticipating the absolute hellfire that would rain down upon him the moment he finally stepped back into an arena.
His empire had a population of zero. He was a king without a castle, entirely surrounded by massive, heavyweight monsters who all wanted a piece of his flesh.
As the internet continued to passionately, aggressively argue about the implications of Lashley's ultimatum and the chaotic destruction of the main event, a sudden, massive notification completely hijacked the timelines of millions of wrestling fans across the globe.
At exactly 11:45 PM Eastern Standard Time, the verified, official WWE Twitter account completely dropped an absolute bombshell of an announcement.
The tweet featured a massive, highly produced graphic displaying the intense, aggressive faces of Drew McIntyre and the World's Strongest Man, Mark Henry.
"BREAKING NEWS: Due to the catastrophic, unsanctioned disruption caused by Brock Lesnar during the main event of Monday Night RAW, the match between Drew McIntyre and United States Champion Big Show has officially been ruled a No Contest, leaving absolutely no clear result regarding the #1 Contendership."
The fans immediately began entirely retweeting the post, completely hanging on every single word. The second half of the tweet provided the absolute, undeniable solution to the chaos.
"Therefore, by the direct, official order of the Chairman of the Board, Mr. Vince McMahon, Drew McIntyre will be given ONE MORE CHANCE to completely earn his guaranteed United States Championship match! Next week, in the MAIN EVENT of Monday Night RAW, the Scottish Psychopath will go one on one with the World's Strongest Man, MARK HENRY! The winner will officially advance to Over The Limit and face the Big Show for the United States Championship!"
The internet absolutely, fundamentally exploded for the final time that evening!
The WWE Universe was completely thrilled by the Chairman's executive decision. Vince McMahon had stepped in to entirely restore order to his flagship show. Drew McIntyre had been completely robbed of his opportunity by the Beast Incarnate, but the boss was giving him a fair, entirely brutal second chance.
The fantasy booking instantly began. Fans actively broke down the tale of the tape between the 260 pound Scottish Psychopath and the 400 pound World's Strongest Man.
Mark Henry was entirely coming off a massive, incredibly violent hot streak, having just actively participated in the brutal backstage slaughter of the remaining Undisputed System members earlier in the night. Henry was an absolute monster, a man who possessed legitimate, world record breaking power.
"If Drew McIntyre can position and put Mark Henry for the Future Shock DDT, I will absolutely lose my mind!" one fan enthusiastically tweeted.
"This is going to be an absolute, unmitigated car crash!" another replied. "Drew wants that title shot so badly, but Mark Henry is going to actively try to completely initiate him into the Hall of Pain!"
The stakes for the following week were entirely astronomical. The United States Championship picture was completely wide open. Brock Lesnar and Bobby Lashley were locked in a terrifying, entirely homicidal blood feud. The New Day was actively entirely revolutionizing the tag team division with the Power of Positivity.
And hovering completely over it all, hidden away in the shadows of his luxurious penthouse, was the battered, entirely isolated God King, Sandro, actively plotting his inevitable, catastrophic revenge.
The road to Over The Limit had officially begun, and the WWE Universe was entirely strapped in for the most violent, unpredictable ride in the history of sports entertainment.
The noise in the arena kept spilling out into the night long after the broadcast had already faded away.
On television, Monday Night RAW was over. The final image of the shattered main event had already gone dark. But across the internet, across every wrestling forum, every timeline, every group chat, and every dark little corner of fan speculation, the night was still alive and burning.
People kept talking about The New Day. People kept arguing about Brock Lesnar. People kept calling Bobby Lashley crazy for the way he turned on Sandro Zhang in front of the whole world. People kept breaking down the shape of what the next week would look like with Drew McIntyre and Mark Henry now set to collide in the main event.
And far away from the noise, far away from the cameras, far away from the wreckage, Sandro Zhang was doing the one thing almost nobody in that arena believed he could possibly be doing.
He was enjoying himself.
The days after that chaotic RAW passed with the same strange split that had begun forming ever since Extreme Rules. On television, Sandro was being presented as injured, recovering, absent, a fallen king forced to sit in the shadows while everything he had built seemed to come apart around him. But in reality, the billionaire prodigy was not lying in some bed feeling sorry for himself.
For the billionaire prodigy, stepping completely away from the television cameras was not just a narrative necessity to heavily sell his kayfabe injuries from Extreme Rules, it was a physical and mental imperative. Ever since miraculously reincarnating into this world, Sandro had been on an absolute, non stop, hyper focused grind.
Between aggressively building his family massive tech conglomerate, Nexum Core, and simultaneously conquering the grueling, three hundred day a year travel schedule of the WWE, he hadn't taken a single genuine breath. He had been running entirely on adrenaline, caffeine, and pure, sociopathic ambition.
This was the very first time since waking up in this new life that Sandro truly had a massive relaxing holiday. And he intended to entirely enjoy it to the absolute fullest with the three women who had anchored his sanity over the past year, AJ Lee, Nikki Bella, and Alexa Bliss.
Sandro had quietly charted his massive, state of the art Nexum Core private jet, completely bypassing the busy commercial terminals, and flew the four of them directly across the Pacific Ocean to the breathtaking, tropical paradise of Hawaii.
Because Sandro was officially written off television with severe storyline injuries, and because the internet dirt sheets were entirely convinced he was currently locked away in his Tampa penthouse nursing broken ribs, the group had to travel entirely undercover. When they stepped off the jet in Honolulu, there were no flashy designer suits or heavy championship belts.
Sandro was dressed entirely in a loose, comfortable linen shirt, board shorts, a wide brimmed straw hat, and heavy, dark aviator sunglasses that completely obscured his bruised face. AJ, Nikki, and Alexa similarly utilized large sun hats, oversized designer shades, and casual sundresses to completely mask their highly recognizable identities.
They entirely avoided the massive, crowded tourist resorts of Waikiki Beach, instead being whisked away by a private, tinted SUV to an incredibly secluded, multi million dollar beachfront estate situated on the quiet, absolute pristine northern coast of Oahu.
For the first few days, the absolute stress of the professional wrestling industry completely melted away into the warm, tropical Hawaiian breeze.
Sandro utilized a fraction of his immense, entirely unmatched wealth to rent out a massive, highly secluded stretch of private beach that belonged entirely to the four of them for several hours every single day.
There were no paparazzi hiding in the palm trees. There were no fans demanding autographs. There were no wrestling promoters breathing down his neck. It was just pristine, crystal clear turquoise water, impossibly soft white sand, and absolute, entirely uninterrupted peace.
The God King completely dropped the heavy, arrogant burden of his on screen persona. He was just Sandro.
The four of them spent their days entirely enjoying every single fun activity the private beach had to offer.
Sandro playfully chased Alexa into the warm surf, entirely laughing as she aggressively splashed saltwater in his face. He rented a pair of highly expensive, highvspeed jet skis, taking Nikki on a massive, adrenaline fueled ride across the ocean waves, completely tearing through the water as she held on tight, screaming in pure, unadulterated joy.
AJ Lee, usually the most intense and focused of the Queens, completely let her guard down. She spent hours lying on the oversized, plush beach loungers, reading comic books under the shade of a massive cabana, occasionally looking up to smile at the man she loved.
They made sure to take countless, incredibly beautiful pictures to lock down the memories. They utilized the brand new, cutting edge cameras of their Apple iPhone 2s to capture the moments. There were pictures of the four of them standing together as the sun violently set over the Pacific horizon, painting the sky in breathtaking shades of deep orange and neon pink.
There were candid shots of Sandro laughing with a flower lei around his neck, and beautiful, sun kissed selfies of the three Queens completely entirely free from the heavy, suffocating television makeup they usually wore.
When the sun went down, the absolute luxury of the Hawaiian holiday entirely shifted to the culinary experience. Sandro hired an elite, private local chef to completely cater their secluded estate.
They sat out on the massive wooden lanai, listening to the gentle crashing of the ocean waves, entirely enjoying a feast of authentic Hawaiian foods. They ate massive portions of incredibly fresh Ahi poke, completely melting in your mouth kalua pork that had been slow roasted for hours, and sweet, delicious haupia for dessert.
They drank tropical cocktails out of hollowed out pineapples, completely enjoying the stunning, entirely untouched scenery of the island, and actively participated in all kinds of activities they could try and do in Hawaii, from private evening luaus to quiet, moonlit walks along the edge of the Pacific.
It was an absolute paradise. But even in paradise, the massive, churning wheels of the billionaire's real world empire never completely stopped turning.
On the fourth afternoon of their trip, as Sandro was entirely relaxing in a hammock strung between two massive palm trees, completely enjoying the quiet breeze, his iPhone 2 suddenly vibrated on the small wooden table next to him.
Sandro entirely recognized the encrypted ringtone.
He slowly sat up, completely adjusting his sunglasses, and picked up the device. The caller ID displayed the name of his brilliant, highly trusted financial agent and his financial right hand man, Hugo.
"Aloha, Hugo," Sandro greeted smoothly, leaning back into the woven fabric of the hammock. "I hope you are calling me with entirely good news, because you are currently interrupting a very, very expensive nap."
On the other end of the line, sitting in a massive, glass walled office in New York City, Hugo let out a breathless, entirely ecstatic laugh.
"Boss, I wouldn't dream of interrupting your vacation unless it was an absolutely shifting emergency, or unless it was going to make you an incomprehensible amount of money," Hugo stated, his voice completely vibrating with pure, unadulterated excitement. "And thankfully, this is entirely the latter."
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 21 (2011)
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, 1x WWE Champion, & 1x World Heavyweight Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner, 1x Mr. Money In The Bank, Youngest WWE Champion, PWI Top 500 (No.1) - 2010, & 1x KOTR (2010)
Wrestlemania Record: 2 - 0 Main Event: 1 - 0