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The Scottish Psychopath was entirely dressed in his dark tartan wrestling trunks, his heavily taped wrists completely ready for absolute warfare. He aggressively marched entirely down the long entrance ramp, his eyes entirely burning with psychotic homicidal Scottish aggression.
He climbed the solid steel steps, entirely stepping cleanly through the ropes, and aggressively paced around the squared circle, entirely soaking in the massive cheers of the WWE Universe.
The war pipes entirely faded out.
A heavy, incredibly intimidating, entirely rhythmic hip hop beat completely dropped through the massive PA system.
"SOMEBODY GONNA GET THEIR ASS KICKED! SOMEBODY GONNA GET THEIR WIG SPLIT!"
The crowd entirely erupted into a deeply respectful, yet entirely terrified cheer!
Stepping out from behind the curtain, entirely looking like an absolute, immovable mountain of solid, terrifying power, was the World's Strongest Man, Mark Henry.
Henry was entirely dressed in his signature red and black singlet. His face was a complete mask of absolute, terrifying intensity. He had just participated in the brutal backstage slaughter of the Undisputed System, and he was entirely ready to completely initiate the Scottish Psychopath into the Hall of Pain.
Henry aggressively marched entirely down the ramp, his massive boots completely shaking the steel grating. He entirely stepped over the top rope, entirely entering the squared circle, and completely stood entirely face to face with Drew McIntyre.
The referee completely stepped into the dead center of the ring, entirely making absolutely sure both massive men were completely ready for warfare. He entirely raised his hand high into the air and violently signaled for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The main event to determine the number one contender was officially underway.
The match was an absolute, instant classic from the very first lock up. It was a flawless, entirely gripping showcase of two completely contrasting heavyweight styles. Mark Henry entirely utilized his raw explicit, world record breaking power to completely dominate the early goings of the match. The World's Strongest Man entirely shoved Drew McIntyre completely across the ring with effortless ease.
Henry aggressively cornered Drew, entirely delivering a series of brutal, incredibly stiff headbutts that completely rattled the Psychopath's skull. Henry completely hoisted Drew into the air, completely locking in a devastating, rib crushing bearhug in the dead center of the ring!
"Look at the sheer, absolute power of Mark Henry!" Cole praised loudly on commentary. "He is completely squeezing the life completely out of the Scottish Psychopath!"
"Drew McIntyre is entirely out of his element!" Lawler agreed, completely captivated by the match. "He is used to being the bigger, stronger man, but against Mark Henry, he has to completely rely on his speed and technique!"
"He doesn't deserve to rely on anything!" JBL shouted, his voice dripping with pure, unmitigated hatred for the Scottish Psychopath. "Drew McIntyre is a backstabbing, treacherous coward! He completely betrayed Sandro Zhang to steal a moment of glory, and now he is paying the absolute price! Mark Henry needs to entirely break him in half! I absolutely hope Henry completely ends his career tonight!"
Drew McIntyre, entirely trapped in the agonizing bearhug, completely refused to quit. Operating entirely on pure, unadulterated survival instinct, Drew violently began throwing incredibly stiff, brutal elbows completely into the side of Henry's head!
The strikes finally forced Henry to break the hold. As Henry staggered backward, Drew aggressively bounded off the ring ropes, entirely utilizing his terrifying speed, and violently delivered a catastrophic, leaping flying clothesline that completely knocked the four hundred pound monster entirely off his feet!
The crowd absolutely exploded as Drew completely showcased his elite, entirely diverse moveset!
The match evolved into an absolute, back and forth war of attrition. Drew McIntyre completely targeted Henry's legs, aggressively delivering sharp, technical dropkicks entirely to the World's Strongest Man's knees to completely chop down the foundation.
Henry continuously fought back with terrifying bursts of raw power, completely entirely launching Drew across the ring with devastating powerslams and entirely brutal running splashes.
As the incredibly grueling match entirely neared its dramatic conclusion, both men were completely covered in sweat, heavily breathing, entirely pushed to their absolute physical limits.
Drew McIntyre entirely staggered to his feet in the corner, his eyes entirely locked onto the recovering World's Strongest Man. Drew aggressively stalked his prey, entirely waiting for Henry to completely push himself up to a vertical base.
As Henry turned around, Drew entirely let out a primal roar and violently charged forward, entirely looking to completely decapitate the powerhouse with the Claymore Kick!
But Mark Henry's veteran instincts completely kicked in!
At the very last possible millisecond, Henry entirely reached out and violently caught Drew McIntyre completely out of mid air!
The sheer, entirely terrifying display of absolute superhuman strength completely shocked the entire arena!
Henry didn't hesitate for a single fraction of a second. He entirely spun the Scottish Psychopath, completely transitioning his grip, and violently drove Drew completely into the canvas with a catastrophic, absolutely earth shattering World's Strongest Slam!
The entire Amway Center completely vibrated from the impact!
"WORLD'S STRONGEST SLAM!" Cole shrieked at the top of his lungs! "HENRY HIT IT! IT'S OVER!"
"YES! PIN HIM!" JBL roared in absolute, unadulterated triumph! "END THIS TRAITOR'S DREAM!"
Mark Henry entirely collapsed completely over Drew McIntyre's chest, aggressively hooking the leg with every single ounce of his massive, four hundred pound frame!
The referee violently dove to the canvas!
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THRE—NOOOOO!"
Drew McIntyre violently kicked his shoulder completely off the mat at the absolute last possible millisecond!
It was an incredibly dramatic, entirely heart stopping 2.9-second kickout!
The Las Vegas crowd completely, fundamentally exploded into a massive, deafening roar of pure, absolute disbelief!
"HE KICKED OUT!" Lawler yelled, completely losing his mind! "DREW MCINTYRE SURVIVED THE WORLD'S STRONGEST SLAM! I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I AM SEEING!"
"The absolute heart of the Scottish Psychopath!" Cole cheered wildly! "He simply refuses to die! He wants that United States Championship match so incredibly badly!"
"That was a slow count!" JBL wailed, entirely completely devastated by the near fall. "The referee completely robbed Mark Henry!"
Inside the ring, Mark Henry was absolutely furious. The World's Strongest Man entirely pushed himself up to his knees, his eyes wide with pure, unmitigated shock. He couldn't believe Drew had completely survived his ultimate, match ending finisher.
Henry aggressively dragged himself up to his feet. He entirely grabbed Drew McIntyre by the hair, completely hauling the battered, entirely exhausted Scottish Psychopath back up to a vertical base.
Henry aggressively hooked Drew's arms, preparing to deliver a second catastrophic World's Strongest Slam to entirely finish the job once and for all!
But as Henry entirely attempted to lift him, Drew McIntyre's elite ring IQ completely took over!
Drew aggressively shifted his body weight, entirely slipping completely out the back door!
As Henry turned around, entirely surprised by the escape, Drew violently shoved the World's Strongest Man entirely backward!
Henry stumbled, but entirely caught his balance. But it was completely too late.
Drew McIntyre aggressively rebounded completely off the opposite ring ropes, building terrifying, fast momentum!
The Scottish Psychopath entirely launched his massive, 260 pound frame completely into the humid arena air!
BAM!
A devastating, absolutely flawless Claymore Kick completely caught Mark Henry entirely flush on the jaw!
The catastrophic, skull cracking impact violently turned the four hundred pound monster entirely inside out!
Mark Henry crashed completely lifeless onto the canvas like a felled redwood tree!
The Las Vegas crowd entirely blew the roof off the Thomas & Mack Center!
Drew McIntyre completely collapsed over Mark Henry's chest, entirely hooking the massive leg with absolute, desperate finality!
The referee completely slammed his hand against the mat!
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
DING! DING! DING!
The haunting, incredibly triumphant wail of the Scottish war pipes completely blasted entirely through the massive stadium speakers, instantly drowned out by the absolute, deafening explosion of the WWE Universe!
"HE DID IT!" Cole shrieked, his voice entirely cracking with pure joy! "DREW MCINTYRE HAS DEFEATED THE WORLD'S STRONGEST MAN! HE HAS SECURED THE VICTORY!"
"What an absolutely phenomenal, instant classic!" Lawler cheered wildly, entirely clapping his hands together! "Drew McIntyre survived absolute hell tonight, but he proved exactly why he deserves to be in the main event!"
"It's a complete travesty of justice!" JBL wept openly at the commentary desk, entirely burying his face in his hands. "A backstabbing coward is going to Over The Limit!"
In the center of the ring, the referee entirely raised Drew McIntyre's heavily taped hand high into the air. The Scottish Psychopath was completely exhausted, completely covered in sweat, but a massive, incredibly intense smile completely spread across his face.
Justin Roberts from the ringside announced the result, his voice echoing perfectly over the massive celebration.
"Here is your winner..." Roberts announced, entirely milking the absolute significance of the moment. "And the NEWWWWW Number One Contender for the United States Championship... DREWWWWW MCINTYREEEEE!"
Drew completely climbed to the middle turnbuckle, raising his arms to the roaring crowd. He had entirely overcome the odds. He had completely proven his absolute worth.
The Scottish Psychopath had officially punched his ticket, and the entire WWE Universe was completely strapped in for the absolutely massive collision that awaited him and the Big Show at the Over The Limit Pay Per View.
The stadium speakers continued to blast the heavy wail of the Scottish war pipes, the fans clapping along to the rhythm of his hard earned victory. But the celebration didn't stay isolated for long.
The music suddenly cut out, replaced by the deep, familiar bassline that the audience had been waiting to hear all night.
"WEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL... IT'S THE BIG SHOW!"
The live crowd shifted their cheers into a brand new wave of excitement as the entrance curtains parted. Stepping out onto the stage, dressed in a sharp civilian suit but holding his newly won prize, was the United States Champion.
The World's Largest Athlete walked to the edge of the ramp, his massive frame cutting an imposing figure against the bright arena lights. Draped over his left shoulder was the gleaming gold of the United States Title, the belt he had liberated from the iron grip of Sandro just two weeks ago.
Big Show stopped at the top of the ramp, looking down the long stretch of steel toward the ring. He didn't look angry or threatened; instead, a genuine smile crossed his face as he began slowly, deliberately clapping his hands together. It was a show of respect from one veteran powerhouse to another, acknowledging the absolute war that McIntyre had just put himself through to earn this moment.
Inside the squared circle, Drew McIntyre slowly climbed down from the turnbuckle. He wiped a streak of sweat from his forehead, his chest still heaving as he turned his attention toward the stage. He knew exactly why the champion was out here.
Drew walked to the center of the ring, never breaking eye contact with the giant. With a steady, deliberate motion, the Scottish Psychopath raised his right arm and pointed a sharp, unwavering finger directly at the giant.
Then, his finger tracked downward, pointing explicitly at the United States Championship resting on Show's shoulder.
Drew brought his hands down to his waist, mimicking the universal gesture of fastening a championship belt around his middle. His eyes burned with a clear, intense message: That gold belongs to me.
Down on the stage, the Big Show watched the gesture unfold. He didn't lose his cool. Instead, the giant let out a low chuckle, shaking his head side to side as if to tell the young challenger that it wouldn't be anywhere near that easy.
Show stepped forward, lowering his hand, and made a distinct, mocking "bring it on" wave with his massive fingers, daring the number one contender to come and try to take it.
The two massive competitors locked eyes across the length of the arena, the tension between them building a thick, tangible wall of anticipation for the upcoming Pay Per View.
"Look at the confidence of the champion!" Cole shouted over the noise of the arena. "The Big Show isn't running from the fight! He is inviting the Scottish Psychopath to the dance at Over The Limit!"
"And you can bet Drew McIntyre is ready to march right into that fire, Michael!" Lawler added enthusiastically. "Tonight was just the prelude! In Seattle, Washington, we are going to see these two titans collide for the gold!"
"They can play their little games all they want," JBL growled, his voice still heavy with bitterness over the destruction of the old regime. "But neither of them will ever hold a candle to the legacy of the God King. Enjoy the spotlight while it lasts, boys, because the shadows are getting longer."
The camera panned out, capturing the final, dramatic standoff between the defiant number one contender in the ring and the smiling, confident champion on the stage. The lights slowly began to lower, the text graphics for the upcoming broadcast flashing on the screen, and Monday Night RAW officially went off the air, fading to black on a perfect cliffhanger.
With the television broadcast fading from the minds of the public, the grueling calendar of the wrestling world pushed forward, leaving the state of Nevada behind. But for Sandro, the turning of the calendar pages meant something entirely different. He was living in a golden pocket of absolute freedom.
The kayfabe execution was flawless. The fans on the internet were absolutely furious, taking to social media to blast the "lazy, entitled billionaire champion" who was holding both the WWE Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship hostage from his private estate, refusing to defend them while the rest of the locker room tore each other to pieces.
Sandro read the online feedback from his phone and simply laughed. It was exactly the type of nuclear heel heat he wanted to cultivate for his eventual, grand return.
But while the television product painted a picture of a broken, paranoid king hiding away in a dark mansion, the reality was a magnificent, sun soaked dream.
After wrapping up their incredibly private, deeply refreshing getaway on the northern shores of Oahu, Sandro and his three girlfriends, AJ Lee, Nikki Bella, and Alexa Bliss, had flown back to the mainland under strict, disguised travel protocols.
They spent their days drifting between his high end properties, enjoying the quiet luxury of a life lived away from the chaotic travel schedule of the wrestling road. They took long, uninterrupted morning drives through the coastal roads of Florida, spent lazy afternoons lounging by private infinity pools, and enjoyed elite dinners without the constant pressure of production meetings or post show media obligations.
Sandro's deep tissue bruises were finally fading away, his physical conditioning returning to an absolute peak level as he allowed his joints and muscles to heal properly, even if he can't feel the pain he knew that his body have fully become the top machine again. After all these holidays helped him truly relaxed his body.
Yet, a mind like Sandro's could never stay entirely dormant. Even while relaxing in silk robes on a sun drenched terrace, his thoughts were constantly calculating the next major shifts in the global wrestling landscape. And with his WWE character temporarily placed on ice, he finally had the mental bandwidth to focus his absolute attention on his secret weapon in the corporate wrestling war, Total Nonstop Action Wrestling.
On a quiet, overcast Tuesday morning, a sleek, armored luxury transport pulled smoothly into the private parking deck of the TNA Wrestling corporate offices.
Sandro stepped out of the vehicle, dressed in an impeccably tailored, casual designer suit. He didn't have his girls with him for this trip, this was a strictly professional, highly confidential executive audit. He adjusted his dark sunglasses as he walked through the glass double doors of the building, immediately bypassed by a high level executive assistant who guided him directly up to the main boardroom.
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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