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The match officially descended into absolute, thrilling chaos. The referee lost all control as all four men began brawling in the ring. The Seattle fans were on their feet, completely captivated by the escalating intensity. Jimmy tossed Woods over the top rope, but Woods landed gracefully on the ring apron. Jimmy charged, but Woods hit a shoulder thrust to the gut, flipped back into the ring over the top rope, and nailed Jimmy with a devastating tornado DDT.
Jey saw his brother go down and charged Woods. Woods sidestepped, sending Jey tumbling to the outside floor near the commentary desk.
In the ring, Big E was recovering. He looked at Jimmy, who was stumbling near the ropes, and then looked at Jey on the outside. Big E let out a primal roar. He backed up to the opposite side of the ring, lowered his head, and sprinted forward.
"No way!" Lawler shouted in disbelief. "A man that size cannot do this!"
Big E launched his three-hundred-pound body like a missile, diving perfectly between the middle and top ropes, executing a terrifying suicide spear that caught Jey Uso flush on the outside!
Both massive men crashed heavily into the barricade, wiping each other out in a mess of tangled limbs and steel.
The crowd completely lost their minds. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" the fans chanted, awestruck by the sheer athleticism of the powerhouse.
"Big E just sacrificed his own body to take out Jey Uso!" Cole yelled, his voice cracking with excitement. "This match is an instant classic!"
Back inside the ring, Woods realized he was alone with a groggy Jimmy Uso. Woods climbed the top turnbuckle, walking the top rope with incredible balance, and launched himself into the air, delivering his signature Limit Break diving elbow drop across the chest of the Samoan.
Woods hooked the leg.
One! Two!
Jimmy got a shoulder up, showing the incredible resilience of his bloodline.
Woods dragged Jimmy toward the corner, signaling to the outside. Kofi Kingston was frantically slapping the mat, hyping up the crowd. Big E, battered and breathing heavily, slowly climbed up onto the ring apron. Woods tagged him in.
"They're setting up for the Midnight Hour!" Cole warned.
Big E hoisted Jimmy onto his shoulder. Woods climbed the opposite turnbuckle, preparing to leap.
But suddenly, Jey Uso appeared on the ring apron out of nowhere. He grabbed Woods by the ankle, ripping him off the top turnbuckle so hard that Woods crashed face first into the ring apron and tumbled to the floor.
Kofi Kingston rushed over to confront Jey, but Jey didn't hesitate. He launched himself over the top rope, soaring through the air with a beautiful suicide dive that completely wiped out Kofi Kingston, sending the pancake tray and the superstar crashing into the front row barricade!
"Jey Uso is taking out the entire New Day by himself!" JBL cheered, finally finding something to enjoy in the match.
Inside the ring, Big E was distracted by the carnage on the outside.
He dropped Jimmy from his shoulders to go help his partners. But as Big E turned his head, Jimmy recovered with lightning speed. Jimmy spun Big E around and delivered a devastating superkick to the powerhouse's jaw.
Big E stumbled backward, completely dazed. Jey rolled back into the ring. The twin brothers looked at each other, nodding in perfect understanding. They hit the ropes from opposite sides, building momentum, and met in the middle, delivering a synchronized, brutal double superkick directly to the face of Big E.
The massive powerhouse finally collapsed, falling like a chopped tree, and rolled out of the ring under the bottom rope.
The New Day was broken. Woods was the only legal man left, slowly crawling back into the ring, holding his jaw. He looked up, his eyes wide, realizing he was entirely alone against the legendary tag team.
Woods threw a desperate, wild punch. Jimmy ducked it and hit a spinning heel kick to the gut. Jey followed up with a brutal thrust kick to the face. Woods crumbled to the mat in the dead center of the ring, completely incapacitated.
The Usos didn't go for the pin. They looked at the vacant titles resting on the timekeeper's table, and then looked at the two top turnbuckles.
"Oh my word," Cole breathed into his microphone as the crowd rose to their feet in a standing ovation, recognizing the legendary finish that was about to take place. "They are going to the top. Both of them."
Jimmy climbed the top turnbuckle on the left side of the ring. Jey climbed the top turnbuckle on the right side. They stood high above the ring, looking across the distance at each other. They pounded their chests in unison, paying homage to their rich Samoan heritage.
They leaped into the air simultaneously.
The crowd held its breath as the twins soared through the arena lights. They executed a flawless, breathtaking Double Uso Splash, crashing down from opposite sides of the ring and landing perfectly across the chest of Xavier Woods.
The impact was definitive. The match was over.
Jimmy rolled out of the way as Jey hooked both of Woods' legs, pressing his weight down for the final count.
The referee slammed his hand against the canvas.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THREE!"
DING! DING! DING!
the hevay entrance music beat hit the stadium sound system. The crowd erupted into a massive, thunderous cheer, applauding both teams for delivering a truly legendary opening contest.
"Here are your winners... and the NEW World Tag Team Champions... THE USOS!" Justin Robert's voice boomed over the celebration.
The referee handed the two gleaming World Tag Team Championships to Jimmy and Jey. The brothers collapsed to their knees in the center of the ring, clutching the gold to their chests, overcome with emotion, finally becoming tag team champions. They had finally climbed to the top of the mountain.
"What an absolutely incredible match!" Lawler yelled, clapping his hands. "The athleticism, the heart, the drama! Both of these teams gave us an opening contest that we will remember for years to come!"
"The Usos have cemented their legacy tonight," Cole agreed passionately. "But take nothing away from The New Day. They proved they are far more than just a comedy act. They took one of the greatest tag teams every seen here on RAW to their absolute limit. But tonight, experience and brotherly bond proved to be the winning formula."
Even JBL had to nod in grudging respect, though he refused to say a positive word about Woods or Big E. "The Usos did exactly what they needed to do. They eliminated the distractions and took home the gold."
As the Usos climbed the turnbuckles, hoisting their newly won titles high into the Seattle sky, the camera panned to the outside.
Big E and Kofi Kingston were helping a battered Xavier Woods to his feet. They looked at the new champions in the ring. There was no bitterness, no cheap attacks. The New Day simply nodded in respect, acknowledging that they had been beaten by the better team on this night.
The fans in the KeyArena were buzzing with adrenaline, perfectly primed for the violent collisions that awaited them later in the night, especially the looming, terrifying question of when, or if, the God King would finally emerge from the shadows.
Following that spectacular opening bout, the Over The Limit Pay Per View shifted into high gear. Match after match delivered on the promise of a stacked card.
The Intercontinental Championship was fiercely defended, a heated grudge match settled a months long rivalry, and several backstage promos kept the viewers on the edge of their seats, constantly scanning the background for any sign of Sandro Zhang or the remnants of the Undisputed System.
But as the broadcast crossed the halfway mark, the tone of the evening shifted. The fun, the high flying acrobatics, and the mid card drama were pushed aside. It was time for heavy artillery.
The arena lights dimmed to a moody, dramatic blue. The murmurs of the Seattle crowd swelled into a rumbling wave of anticipation.
"WEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL... IT'S THE BIG SHOW!"
The heavy, booming bassline vibrated through the floorboards of the KeyArena. The crowd roared in approval as the United States Champion stepped through the curtain. The Big Show looked focused, his jaw set in a hard line of determination. He wasn't smiling or playing to the crowd tonight, he was walking into a war.
Resting securely on his massive left shoulder was the United States Championship, the gold shining brilliantly under the arena spotlights.
He marched down the ramp with a slow, methodical stride, climbing the steel steps and stepping over the top rope. He stood in the center of the ring, raising his right fist to acknowledge the cheers before retreating to his corner to wait for his challenger.
The arena went pitch black.
The haunting, blood pumping wail of the Scottish war pipes sliced through the darkness. The crowd erupted all over again, the cheers mixed with a deep, respectful buzz for the man who had fought tooth and nail to earn this opportunity.
Drew McIntyre emerged from the shadows. The Scottish Psychopath wore a face carved from stone, radiating a dangerous, laser focused seriousness.
Dressed in his dark tartan trunks and black boots, he didn't pause on the stage to pose. He walked straight down the ramp, his eyes locked dead onto the giant standing inside the squared circle.
McIntyre slid under the bottom rope and immediately stood up, marching right to the center of the canvas. He stopped just a few feet away from the Big Show. Drew raised his hand and pointed a firm, unwavering finger directly at the United States Championship resting on the giant's left shoulder.
Show simply stared back, an unbothered smirk playing on his lips. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. In response, Show stepped forward and made a distinct "bring it on" gesture with his massive hand, inviting the challenger into the deep waters.
The referee quickly stepped between the two behemoths to restore order. He gently took the United States Championship from Big Show's shoulder. Walking to the dead center of the ring, the official raised the prestigious gold high into the air, showcasing the prize to the thousands of fans in attendance and the millions watching around the world.
After handing the belt through the ropes to the ringside crew, the referee checked both men, ensuring they were ready for combat.
He backed into a neutral corner and signaled for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
"And here we go!" Michael Cole shouted, his voice ringing with excitement. "The United States Championship is on the line! It is the veteran powerhouse, the Big Show, defending against the hungry, dangerous Scottish Psychopath, Drew McIntyre!"
"You can cut the tension in this building with a knife, Michael," Jerry Lawler added, leaning close to his monitor. "Both of these men have so much to prove tonight. Drew wants his first major singles championship, and Big Show wants to prove his victory over the God King wasn't a fluke!"
John Bradshaw Layfield scoffed loudly into his microphone, his voice laced with bitter disdain. "This match is an insult to the lineage of that championship! I am looking at two men who have zero honor. On one side, you have a giant who opportunistically picked the bones of Sandro Zhang after the God King was swarmed by the traitors. On the other, you have a Scottish traitor! Drew McIntyre bit the hand that fed him! He betrayed the God King for his own selfish glory. Neither of them deserves to hold Sandro's gold!"
"Sandro isn't here, John!" Cole fired back. "This is about the two men in the ring right now!"
Inside the ring, the two heavyweights slowly circled each other. The size difference was stark. Drew McIntyre was an incredibly large, muscular man at 260 pounds, but standing across from the four hundred pound World's Largest Athlete made him look like a cruiserweight.
They locked up in the center of the ring. The impact sounded like two sides of beef colliding. Big Show immediately used his leverage, easily overpowering Drew and shoving him violently backward. Drew stumbled, crashing back first into the turnbuckles.
Show didn't wait. He charged forward, looking to squash Drew in the corner, but the Psychopath was too quick. Drew slipped out of the way, letting Show crash his own massive chest into the pads. Drew immediately capitalized, delivering a flurry of stiff, rapid fire right hands to the giant's kidneys.
"Smart strategy by McIntyre early on," Lawler observed. "He knows he can't win a test of strength. He has to use his speed and target the weak points."
Drew transitioned from punches to a swift, targeted dropkick directly to the back of Big Show's left knee, the same knee that had been battered by Sandro and the Undisputed System two weeks ago.
The giant let out a grunt of pain, dropping to one knee. Drew hit the ropes, building momentum, and launched himself for a running knee strike to the face. But Big Show caught him. With shocking agility for a man his size, Show reached out, grabbed Drew by the throat, and stood up, lifting the Scotsman off his feet.
"Chokeslam this early?!" Cole yelled.
Drew panicked, thrashing wildly in the air. He rained down desperate elbows on the crook of Show's arm, forcing the giant to break the grip. The moment his boots hit the canvas, Drew hit the ropes again. This time, Show was ready. As Drew rebounded, the giant stepped forward and delivered a devastating, open handed chop right to Drew's chest.
SMACK!
The sound echoed through the KeyArena like a gunshot. Drew's eyes widened in sheer agony, all the air rushing out of his lungs. He collapsed to the mat, clutching his chest as a bright red handprint instantly bloomed across his skin.
"Good lord!" Lawler winced. "That chop could cave in a normal man's ribcage!"
"That's exactly what these two usurpers deserve," JBL muttered grimly. "Beat each other into oblivion. I hope they both lose."
Big Show took control, slowing the pace to a methodical, punishing crawl. He dragged Drew to his feet, hoisted him up by his tartan trunks, and dropped him with a massive scoop slam. Show followed it up with a falling elbow drop that shook the ring. He hooked the leg.
One! Two!
Drew kicked out, gasping for air.
Show dragged Drew toward the corner, signaling for a Vader Bomb. The giant slowly climbed to the second rope, a terrifying prospect for anyone lying on the canvas beneath him. But as Show prepared to launch his weight backward, Drew showed his incredible ring awareness. He rolled out of the drop zone at the last second.
Big Show crashed hard onto the mat, clutching his ribs.
"Nobody home for the champion!" Cole cheered. "This is the opening Drew McIntyre desperately needed!"
Drew pushed himself up, his eyes locked on the giant's right arm. If he wanted to survive this match, he had to neutralize the Weapon of Mass Destruction. Drew grabbed Show's massive right arm, wrapped it around his own shoulder, and dropped to the mat, locking in an agonizing, modified cross arm breaker.
The crowd buzzed as the giant roared in pain.
"Look at the psychology!" Lawler pointed out. "Drew is trying to hyperextend the shoulder and elbow of that right arm! If Big Show can't make a fist, he can't hit the WMD!"
"It's cowardice!" JBL yelled. "Fight him like a man, you Scottish rat!"
Show struggled, his face turning red as Drew wrenched back with all his might. The giant reached out with his long legs, desperately trying to find the bottom rope, but Drew expertly shifted his weight, pulling the champion back into the center of the ring. The fans were on their feet, wondering if the giant was actually going to tap out.
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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 (1st - 376 days), 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