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"It was a valiant effort by the Queen," JBL admitted begrudgingly. "But Asuka proved tonight that her victory in Paris was no fluke." Inside the ring, the referee handed Asuka the white and gold championship. She clutched it to her chest, exhausted but incredibly proud, raising it high into the air for the Stamford crowd. The broadcast lingered on the incredible visual of the victorious champion, setting a high bar for a night that was just beginning to unfold.
The frenetic beat of The Future continued to blast through the PA system, masking the sudden movement on the floor. Charlotte Flair had already rolled under the bottom rope, her face buried in her hands, deeply frustrated by the loss.
Inside the ring, Asuka was still on her knees, cradling the white and gold WWE Women's Championship to her chest. She raised her head, a massive, exhausted smile spreading across her face as she soaked in the adulation of the Stamford crowd.
She never saw them coming.
From the front row, directly behind the timekeeper's area, three figures wearing dark hoodies vaulted over the security barricade. They hit the ringside mats simultaneously, moving with predatory speed.
The crowd's cheers instantly morphed into a massive, unified wave of visceral boos.
"Look out!" Cole screamed over the noise. "We've got intruders!"
The three figures slid under the bottom rope, swarming the exhausted champion before she could even stand up. They ripped their hoods back, revealing the furious faces of AJ Lee, Nikki Bella, and Alexa Bliss.
The Three Terrors had arrived, and they were looking for blood.
Nikki struck first, delivering a brutal running knee strike to the back of Asuka's head, driving the champion's face violently into the canvas. AJ and Alexa immediately joined the assault, raining down heavy, relentless stomps onto Asuka's back and ribs.
"This is despicable!" Lawler yelled, throwing his hands in the air. "Asuka just survived a twenty minute war with Charlotte Flair! She has nothing left in the tank! Get out there and stop this!"
"This is justice, King!" JBL barked back, completely unfazed by the ambush. "That championship belongs to Nikki Bella! Mick Foley stole it from her in Paris, and now the Three Terrors are taking their division back! AJ and Alexa would both be better champions than this clown!"
Asuka tried to fight back, desperately throwing a blind elbow that caught Alexa in the thigh. But the numbers game was simply too much. AJ grabbed Asuka by the brightly colored kimono, hauling the champion up, and whipped her hard into the corner turnbuckles.
Nikki charged in, hitting a devastating running clothesline that crushed Asuka against the pads. Alexa followed up immediately, delivering a sharp, running double-knee strike to Asuka's midsection, doubling the champion over.
AJ stepped back, waiting for Asuka to stumble out of the corner. As the champion staggered forward, AJ leaped into the air, wrapping her legs tightly around Asuka's neck, and violently snapped backward, locking in the Black Widow submission hold right in the center of the ring!
"AJ has the Black Widow locked in tight!" Cole panicked. "They are trying to break Asuka's arm!"
Asuka screamed in agony, trapped helplessly in the hold. To add insult to injury, Nikki casually walked over, picked up the WWE Women's Championship from the mat, and held it right in front of Asuka's face, taunting the agonizing champion.
"SCREEECH... CRASH!"
The unmistakable sound of a car wreck echoed through the arena, immediately followed by the heavy, grinding guitar riff of Mick Foley's theme music.
The Stamford crowd erupted into a massive, affectionate cheer as the General Manager marched out onto the entrance stage. Foley was wearing a rumpled grey suit over his trademark red and black flannel shirt. He did not look amused. He held a microphone tightly in his right hand, pointing a furious finger down at the ring.
"Break the hold! Break it right now!" Foley bellowed, his gravelly voice cutting through the heavy boos raining down on the faction.
AJ ignored him, wrenching back even harder on Asuka's neck and arm.
Foley didn't hesitate. He marched down the steel ramp with surprising speed for a man with his list of injuries. He climbed the steel steps, stepping through the ropes, and got right in AJ's face.
"I said let her go!" Foley demanded, his voice dropping into a dark, authoritative growl.
AJ finally released the hold, dropping Asuka to the mat. The Three Terrors stood shoulder to shoulder, glaring defiantly at the General Manager. They didn't look intimidated in the slightest.
"You three think you run this place?" Foley growled, pacing in front of them. "You think you can just ambush the champion after she just put on a classic match? You think you can operate outside the rules?"
Nikki let out a sharp, condescending laugh. She looked down at Asuka, who was clutching her arm on the mat, and delivered one final, disrespectful kick to the champion's ribs right in front of the General Manager.
"Hey!" Foley yelled, shoving Nikki aggressively backward.
AJ and Alexa instantly stepped up, getting right in Foley's face, defending their leader.
Foley held his ground. He knelt down, checking on Asuka, signaling for the ringside doctor to come into the ring. Foley stood back up, glaring at the faction.
"What exactly is the point of this?" Foley asked, his patience completely exhausted. "What do you want?"
Alexa casually walked over to the ropes, demanding a microphone from a ringside crew member. She snatched it from his hand and walked back to the center of the ring, handing it to Nikki.
Nikki snatched the microphone, her dark eyes flashing with anger.
"What do we want, Mick?" Nikki asked, her voice laced with venom. "We want what is rightfully mine. You screwed me in Paris. You isolated me. You manipulated the rules to take this championship away from me. I want my rematch. And I want it right here, right now, tonight."
The Stamford crowd showered the former champion with heavy boos.
"Listen to this arrogance!" Cole complained on commentary. "She wants a title match against a woman she just put in the hospital!"
Foley crossed his arms, staring at Nikki with a mixture of disgust and disbelief.
"You want your rematch tonight," Foley repeated slowly, letting the absurdity of the request hang in the air.
"Yes, I do," Nikki confirmed, crossing her arms defensively. "It is in my contract."
"You would have gotten your rematch," Foley stated, his voice calm but incredibly firm. "You were guaranteed a rematch. But you decided to come out here and launch a cowardly, three on one assault on a woman who just defended that championship. Asuka is in no physical condition to compete tonight, and I am not going to sanction a massacre."
"Then strip her of the title and hand it back to me!" Nikki demanded shrilly.
Foley chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. He looked at Nikki, then at AJ, then at Alexa.
"You three operate under the assumption that Sandro Zhang's money and influence can protect you from the consequences of your actions," Foley diagnosed, pacing slowly across the canvas. "But Sandro isn't out here, is he? He isn't running the show anymore."
The crowd cheered loudly at the mention of the God King's downfall.
"So, here is what we are going to do," Foley announced, stopping in the center of the ring. "Since you three are out here, dressed to compete, and since you are so eager to establish dominance in this division... we are going to have a match."
Nikki smirked, assuming she had won the argument.
"But it won't be for the championship," Foley clarified, raising a finger. "It will be for the number one contendership. The winner of this next match will face Asuka for the WWE Women's Championship at the next pay per view."
The crowd buzzed with anticipation.
"And since you three love doing everything together," Foley continued, a wicked smile spreading across his face, "this match will be a Triple Threat match! It will be Nikki Bella... against Alexa Bliss... against AJ Lee!"
The entire arena exploded!
"Oh my god!" Cole shrieked in shock. "Foley just booked the Three Terrors against each other!"
"This is an abuse of power!" JBL yelled, standing up from his chair. "He is trying to destroy the faction from the inside out! He is trying to pit them against each other!"
Inside the ring, the arrogant composure of the Three Terrors vanished completely. They looked at Foley in absolute shock. AJ and Alexa turned to look at Nikki, completely unsure of how to react.
"You can't do that!" Nikki yelled into her microphone, her voice cracking with panic. "We are a team!"
"I am the General Manager, and I just did it," Foley countered smoothly.
"We won't fight each other!" AJ yelled, stepping forward. "We refuse!"
"That is entirely your choice," Foley nodded agreeably, completely unbothered by the threat. "You can refuse to compete. But if you walk up that ramp... if you refuse this match... I will formally strip Nikki Bella of her automatic rematch clause. In fact, all three of you will be moved to the absolute bottom of the contender's list. You will have to start from scratch."
The crowd cheered even louder, loving the ultimatum.
Nikki looked completely hysterical. She gripped her hair, pacing frantically back and forth. Losing her rematch clause was a death sentence for her championship aspirations.
Foley offered a cold, satisfied smile. He turned his back on the faction, walking slowly through the ropes and down the steel steps. As he walked up the ramp, a referee sprinted down the aisle, sliding into the ring to officially officiate the impending bout.
The Three Terrors were left standing in the center of the ring, looking at each other in sheer, terrified panic.
"They don't know what to do!" Lawler laughed from the desk. "They are completely trapped! If they don't fight, they lose everything!"
"Sandro needs to get out here!" JBL demanded desperately, looking around the arena. "The God King needs to step in and fix this! This is a corporate sabotage!"
The fans in the arena seemed to agree with JBL. A low, nervous murmur swept through the crowd as everyone turned their attention to the entrance stage, fully expecting Sandro Zhang's heavy, grinding theme music to hit, fully expecting the billionaire to march down and pull his faction out of the ring.
The Three Terrors looked toward the curtain, desperation etched on their faces. They were waiting for their leader to save them.
Thirty seconds passed.
Nothing happened.
The silence was deafening. Sandro wasn't coming.
Nikki swallowed hard, her eyes welling with frustrated tears. She looked at AJ, then looked at Alexa. She stepped forward, keeping her voice low so the ringside microphones wouldn't pick it up.
"Okay, listen to me," Nikki whispered frantically. "We don't actually fight. We just go through the motions. You two lay down, I pin one of you, I get the contendership, and we deal with Foley later. Understood?"
AJ and Alexa looked hesitant, fully aware of how bad it would look on television, but they nodded in agreement. They didn't have another option. They retreated to their respective corners, waiting for the bell to ring so they could execute the fake finish.
The referee moved to the center of the ring, raising his hand toward the timekeeper.
"KSSSHHH!"
The harsh blast of static hit the PA system, immediately followed by the heavy, grinding guitar riff of Cult of Personality.
The Stamford crowd erupted in a massive, visceral wave of boos, mixed with a strange sense of anticipation. The God King had finally arrived.
The Three Terrors instantly relaxed, massive smiles of relief washing over their faces. Nikki let out a breath she had been holding, pointing a triumphant finger toward the entrance stage. They thought their savior had arrived to call off the match.
Sandro Zhang stepped out from the curtain.
The cheers and boos slowly faded, replaced by a confused, uneasy silence that rippled through the arena.
Sandro looked... different.
He wasn't wearing his expensive, tailored designer suits. He wasn't wearing his wrestling gear. He was wearing the exact same dark slacks and black turtleneck he had been wearing in the backstage segment last week. His hair was slightly disheveled. He didn't have his usual predatory swagger. He walked down the steel ramp with a stiff, calculated, almost robotic gait. His dark eyes were fixed on the ring, but they looked completely hollow, devoid of any warmth or human emotion.
"Look at his face," Cole whispered on commentary, genuine concern creeping into his voice. "He looks completely detached from reality."
"He looks like he hasn't slept in a week," Lawler agreed.
"He is highly focused, King!" JBL defended weakly, though even he sounded unsure. "The God King is just processing the situation!"
Sandro didn't stop at the bottom of the ramp. He walked directly to the ringside timekeeper's area, snatching a microphone from the desk. He didn't enter the ring. He stood on the floor, looking up at the Three Terrors.
"Sandro, thank god," Nikki said, leaning over the top rope, a relieved smile on her face. "Tell Foley this match is illegal. Tell him we aren't doing this."
Sandro didn't answer her immediately. He slowly raised the microphone to his lips. When he spoke, his voice was flat, monotone, and chillingly calm.
"The situation have changed massively, I don't think we can follow our previous plans," Sandro stated quietly, his voice echoing through the silent arena.
Nikki's smile vanished, replaced by a look of sheer confusion. "Sandro... what are you talking about?"
"To reclaim the monopoly," Sandro continued, staring blankly at the three women, "we must become better links for the chains that connected all of us. We must determine the absolute peak of our quality. An easy pin will not provide accurate data."
AJ and Alexa exchanged horrified glances, realizing exactly what he was saying.
"Sandro, please," AJ begged, stepping toward the ropes. "We are a team. We are your family."
"Family sometimes are the one who hold each other back," Sandro replied coldly, his face completely devoid of empathy. "This is a restructuring of quality. I need to know which one of you is the most capable asset. I need to know who deserves to be the champion when we reclaim control back of this company."
Sandro looked directly at the referee, his voice dropping into a dark, commanding register.
"Ring the bell. I want a definitive winner. No easy pins. No cooperations. The best woman survives."
The crowd gasped.
"He is forcing them to fight!" Cole yelled, absolutely appalled. "Sandro Zhang has completely lost his mind! He is treating his own girlfriends like disposable assets!"
Nikki looked like she had been slapped. Tears streamed down her face. She opened her mouth to argue, to beg him to reconsider, but the cold, dead look in Sandro's eyes stopped her cold. He wasn't the man she loved right now. He was a machine calculating a formula.
Sandro lowered the microphone. He didn't walk to the back. He walked directly over to the commentary desk.
"Sandro, it is an honor," JBL said nervously, quickly standing up to offer his chair.
Sandro ignored him. He simply grabbed a spare headset from the desk, pulled up a folding chair, and sat down between Cole and Lawler, staring blankly at the ring.
"Ring the bell," Sandro repeated softly into the headset.
The referee, clearly intimidated by the billionaire's presence, frantically waved his hand toward the timekeeper.
DING! DING! DING!
The match was officially underway.
For a long, agonizing minute, none of the three women moved. Nikki stood in the center of the ring, tears streaming down her face, looking from AJ to Alexa. They were sisters. They had terrorized the division together. They had built an empire together. The thought of tearing each other apart was sickening.
"This is incredibly uncomfortable to watch," Cole noted quietly. "These women are deeply bonded, and Sandro is forcing them to destroy each other for his own amusement."
"It isn't amusement, Michael," Sandro's cold, monotone voice came through the headset. "It is an assessment of their quality. If they cannot execute the objective under emotional duress, they are liabilities."
"They are human beings, Sandro!" Lawler argued, appalled by the callousness.
"They are female wrestlers looking to be on the top," Sandro corrected flatly.
Inside the ring, the hesitation finally broke.
Alexa Bliss, the smallest of the three, realized that hesitation would only make her a target. With a sudden, fierce shout, Alexa lunged forward, throwing a sharp forearm directly into Nikki's jaw.
The crowd gasped as the first blow landed.
Nikki stumbled backward, shocked. AJ reacted instantly, grabbing Alexa by the hair and ripping her away from Nikki. AJ delivered a stiff kick to Alexa's midsection, followed by a rapid fire sequence of elbows that backed the smaller woman into the corner.
The emotional dam had broken. The instinct to survive took over.
Nikki recovered quickly, her sadness morphing into a bitter, betrayed fury. She charged into the corner, hitting both AJ and Alexa with a devastating running body avalanche. Nikki dragged AJ out of the corner by her hair and delivered a brutal spinebuster that shook the canvas.
"Nikki is taking control early!" JBL noted, trying to find some normalcy in the broadcast. "She knows she has to win this to get her title back!"
"Nikki's power advantage is significant," Sandro observed analytically, completely detached from the violence he was orchestrating. "But her emotional volatility makes her predictable."
Proving his point, Nikki focused too much on punishing AJ, allowing Alexa to recover. Alexa scrambled up the turnbuckles, launching herself backward and connecting with a beautiful Twisted Bliss cross body that wiped both women out!
The crowd cheered the high risk maneuver.
"Incredible athleticism from Alexa!" Cole yelled.
Alexa quickly hooked Nikki's leg.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
AJ broke the pin, grabbing Alexa by the throat and tossing her out of the ring through the middle ropes. Alexa crashed hard onto the ringside floor. AJ turned her attention back to Nikki. The two women, arguably the most dominant in the faction, stood face to face in the center of the ring. "We don't have to do this," AJ pleaded quietly, her fists raised defensively.
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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 US Champion, 1x WWE Champion (364 Days -1st), & 1x World Heavyweight Champion (281 Days - 1st)
Other Achievements: 1x Inaugural 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), Youngest World Heavyweight Champion, Youngest Triple Crown Champion, & Longest US Title reign In WWE History (376 Days - 1st reign)
Wrestlemania Record: 2 - 0 Main Event: 1 - 0