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Stepping out onto the massive WrestleMania stage, completely enveloped in a thick cloud of green mist and blinding strobe lights, was the Cerebral Assassin, Triple H. He did not look like an executive tonight. He was stripped down to his wrestling trunks, his heavily taped fists clenched at his sides, carrying a water bottle. His physique was absolutely chiseled, a testament to the grueling, obsessive preparation he had undergone for this specific night.
Triple H marched down the incredibly long entrance ramp, his eyes locked entirely on the ring. He didn't pander to the crowd. He was a man marching toward his absolute destiny. He climbed the steel steps, stepped onto the ring apron, and took a massive gulp of water. He leaned back over the top rope, violently spraying the water into the Atlanta sky as the stadium lights aggressively flashed in synchronization.
"Look at the sheer intensity in the eyes of Triple H," Lawler noted. "He has done everything there is to do in this business, except for one thing. He has never broken the Streak. He wants to end the Undertaker's legendary WrestleMania run more than he wants to breathe."
"And he is the only man ruthless enough to do it, King!" JBL proclaimed loudly. "Triple H is the measuring stick! He thrives in a No Holds Barred environment! He is going to use every weapon, every piece of steel, and every ounce of his malice to put the Deadman in the ground permanently!"
Triple H paced the ring like a caged lion, waiting.
The stadium plunged into absolute, pitch black darkness.
The silence lasted for only a fraction of a second before the chilling, iconic, and unmistakable sound of a single, tolling bell echoed through the massive sound system.
GONG.
The Georgia Dome absolutely lost its mind. The fans went completely nuts, a visceral, guttural roar that shook the concrete foundations of the stadium. All across the steep tiers of the arena, thousands of fans held up handmade signs, proudly indicating that the Streak would live on. "19-0", "THE STREAK LIVES", "REST IN PEACE".
GONG.
Thick, heavy fog began to roll out from the entrance stage, spilling down the ramp and completely blanketing the ringside area. The haunting, gothic organ music began to play, sending actual shivers down the spines of everyone in attendance.
Slowly, methodically, ascending from the depths of the stage, was the Phenom. The Undertaker stood tall, dressed in his iconic long black leather trench coat and his wide brimmed hat. He looked like the actual grim reaper stepping into the mortal realm.
"The Undertaker has arrived," Cole whispered, pure awe in his voice. "Eighteen times have been tried. Eighteen times all have failed. Can the Game do the impossible?"
The Undertaker began his legendary, agonizingly slow walk down the massive WrestleMania ramp. He didn't look left or right. He kept his head down, the brim of his hat obscuring his eyes, completely unbothered by the sheer magnitude of the moment. He reached the steel steps, slowly raising his arms, and the arena lights violently flashed on, illuminating the ring.
The Undertaker stepped over the top rope. He stood in the center of the ring, slowly removing his hat and rolling his eyes to the back of his head, staring directly through the soul of Triple H.
The referee, clearly intimidated by the sheer aura of the two absolute titans sharing the squared circle, made sure both men were in their respective corners. He checked Triple H, who was bouncing on his toes, completely fired up. He checked the Undertaker, who stood as still as a statue.
Knowing that there were absolutely no disqualifications, no count outs, and no rules to enforce, the official quickly signaled the timekeeper.
DING! DING! DING!
The No Holds Barred match was officially underway.
Neither man moved. For a long, tense, suffocating thirty seconds, Triple H and the Undertaker simply stared at each other from across the ring. The seventy thousand fans buzzed, fully realizing the historic weight of the standoff.
And then, they absolutely exploded.
Triple H and the Undertaker charged the center of the ring, colliding like two massive freight trains! They unleashed a blistering, chaotic flurry of heavy, closed- ist right hands!
The sound of bone hitting bone cracked through the stadium. The Undertaker gained the upper hand, backing the Game into the corner and unleashing a rapid fire sequence of devastating body blows. The Deadman grabbed Triple H by the arm, twisting it violently, and climbed the top turnbuckle with terrifying agility.
"Old School!" Cole yelled as the crowd roared. "The Undertaker is taking him to school early!"
The Undertaker walked the top rope, leaping down and driving a massive clubbing blow across Triple H's shoulder blade!
Triple H stumbled backward, clutching his shoulder, but the Undertaker didn't give him a single second to breathe. The Phenom grabbed Triple H by the throat, looking for a Chokeslam mere minutes into the match!
Triple H broke the grip with a sharp kick to the knee, hit the ropes, and nearly took the Undertaker's head off with a catastrophic running clothesline!
The impact sent the massive Deadman completely over the top rope, crashing heavily onto the ringside floor.
"The Game strikes back!" JBL cheered. "Triple H knows he has to keep the Undertaker grounded! He cannot let the Phenom dictate the pace!"
Triple H immediately rolled under the bottom rope, pursuing his prey. The No Holds Barred stipulation instantly came into play. Triple H grabbed the Undertaker by the hair, dragging him toward the steel ring steps. The Game ruthlessly smashed the Undertaker's face directly into the unforgiving steel!
The Undertaker staggered backward, but Triple H grabbed him again, Irish whipping the Phenom with incredible force directly into the heavy steel barricade!
The barricade physically buckled under the 300 pound weight of the Deadman.
"This is going to be an absolute war of attrition!" Booker T yelled. "Triple H is trying to break the Undertaker's body down piece by piece!"
Triple H completely dismantled the ringside area. He tore the monitors out of the Spanish announce table, tossing them aside, entirely clearing the wooden surface. He grabbed the Undertaker, looking to hit a Pedigree on the table!
But the Undertaker countered! The Deadman grabbed Triple H by the tights and executed a massive back body drop, sending the Game crashing back first onto the unforgiving concrete floor!
The Undertaker sat up, his eyes filled with absolute malice. He grabbed Triple H, dragging him toward the main broadcast table where Cole, Lawler, Booker, and JBL were frantically scrambling out of their chairs.
"Watch out! Watch out!" Cole shrieked as they abandoned the desk.
The Undertaker grabbed Triple H by the throat, hoisting him up onto the announce table. The Deadman climbed up onto the table with him, looking to deliver a catastrophic Tombstone Piledriver right through the monitors!
But Triple H fought out! The Game delivered a swift, desperate kick to the Undertaker's midsection, hooked his arms, and executed a flawless, breathtaking Spinebuster that drove the Undertaker completely through the announce table!
The wood splintered and exploded into a massive cloud of dust and debris! The seventy thousand fans leaped out of their seats, unleashing a deafening chant of "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
"MY GOD!" Lawler screamed, holding his head. "TRIPLE H JUST BROKE THE UNDERTAKER IN HALF! THE STREAK MIGHT BE OVER RIGHT HERE ON THE FLOOR!"
"That is exactly what it takes, King!" JBL roared in absolute delight. "You have to completely destroy the physical vessel! Triple H is executing a flawless game plan!"
Triple H, his chest heaving, slowly crawled out of the wreckage of the table. He grabbed the Undertaker by his long hair, dragging the Deadman's limp body back toward the ring. He rolled the Phenom under the bottom rope, sliding in after him.
Triple H frantically hooked the leg!
One!
Two!
The Undertaker violently thrust his shoulder off the canvas, breaking the pinfall!
"The Deadman survives!" Cole cheered.
Triple H didn't waste time arguing with the referee. He rolled out of the ring, looking under the ring apron. When he pulled his head back out, the crowd roared. Triple H was holding a heavy, solid steel folding chair.
Triple H slid back into the ring, stalking the slowly rising Undertaker. As the Phenom pushed himself up to his hands and knees, Triple H swung the chair with catastrophic, lethal force, driving the edge of the steel directly into the Undertaker's spine!
CRACK!
The Undertaker collapsed. Triple H hit him again!
CRACK!
And again!
CRACK!
"This is hard to watch!" Booker T said, genuine concern in his voice. "Triple H is completely brutalizing him! He is trying to end his career!"
"He has to, Booker!" JBL argued. "It's No Holds Barred! If you don't put the Undertaker down permanently, he will rise from the dead and take your soul!"
Triple H threw the dented steel chair aside. He grabbed the Undertaker, pulling him up, hooking his arms, and burying the Deadman's head between his knees.
"Pedigree!" Cole screamed. "He's got it locked in!"
Triple H leaped into the air, driving the Undertaker's face violently into the canvas with his legendary finishing maneuver!
Triple H rolled him over, hooking the leg deep!
One!
Two!
Three—NO!
The Undertaker kicked out at two and nine tenths! The Georgia Dome exploded with a massive sigh of relief.
"HE KICKED OUT!" Lawler yelled. "THE STREAK LIVES!"
Triple H looked completely dumbfounded. He sat on his knees, staring at the referee in sheer disbelief. He couldn't fathom what it was going to take to keep the Deadman down.
Slowly, terrifyingly, the Undertaker sat straight up.
The classic, iconic sit up sent a shockwave through the stadium!
Triple H scrambled backward into the corner, his eyes wide.
The Undertaker pushed himself to his feet, a completely unhinged, feral look in his eyes. Triple H charged forward, throwing a right hand, but the Undertaker blocked it. The Deadman grabbed Triple H by the throat with both hands!
"Chokeslam!" Cole yelled!
The Undertaker hoisted the 250 pound Game high into the air and drove him straight through the canvas with a devastating Chokeslam!
The Undertaker didn't go for the pin. He slashed his thumb across his throat, signaling the absolute, definitive end. He scooped Triple H up, flipping him upside down, locking him into position for the Tombstone Piledriver!
"Tombstone!" Booker T shrieked! "It's over!"
The Undertaker dropped to his knees, driving the top of Triple H's skull directly into the mat! He crossed Triple H's arms over his chest, sticking his tongue out in his signature, terrifying pose as the referee counted.
One!
Two!
Three—NO!
Triple H thrust his shoulder off the mat!
The noise inside the Georgia Dome was absolutely deafening. The seventy thousand fans were witnessing a true, absolute clash of immortals.
"I DO NOT BELIEVE IT!" Cole screamed, entirely losing his voice. "TRIPLE H JUST KICKED OUT OF THE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! NOBODY KICKS OUT OF THE TOMBSTONE AFTER THE PUNISHMENTS THAT HAVE BEEN GIVEN OUT!"
"The Game is immortal!" JBL laughed hysterically. "I told you! Triple H is the one who is going to end the Streak! The Undertaker has thrown his absolute best shot, and it wasn't enough!"
The Undertaker remained on his knees, staring blankly at the canvas, a rare look of profound frustration crossing his face. He slowly pushed himself up, dragging Triple H toward the corner. He hoisted the Game onto the top turnbuckle, looking for the devastating Last Ride powerbomb from the top rope!
But Triple H fought back with absolute desperation. He rained heavy right hands down onto the Undertaker's skull, breaking the grip. Triple H leaped off the middle rope, looking for an axe handle, but the Undertaker caught him!
The Undertaker hoisted Triple H up for the Last Ride! He elevated the Game high into the Atlanta sky and drove him down with catastrophic force!
The Undertaker hooked the leg!
One! Two!
Triple H kicked out again!
"This is not a wrestling match anymore!" Lawler yelled. "This is an absolute war of human survival!"
Both men lay flat on their backs in the center of the ring, completely depleted. The physical toll of the match was staggering. The crowd began a massive, appreciative chant of "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"
Slowly, agonizingly, both men crawled toward the ropes, using them to pull themselves up to a vertical base. They met in the center of the ring, trading heavy, exhausted blows.
Punch. The crowd cheered.
Punch. The crowd booed.
Punch. The crowd cheered.
Punch. The crowd booed.
Triple H threw a desperate right hand. The Undertaker ducked it, grabbed Triple H by the throat, looking for another Chokeslam!
But Triple H completely reversed it! He violently kicked the Undertaker in the midsection, hooked his arms, and executed a second, devastating Pedigree!
Triple H didn't have the energy to make the cover immediately. He crawled over, draping his heavy arm across the Phenom's chest.
One! Two!
The Undertaker kicked out!
Triple H dragged himself up to his feet. The frustration had completely boiled over into homicidal rage. He rolled out of the ring, stalking over to the timekeeper's area. He tore the padding away, reaching underneath the ring.
When Triple H turned back around, he was holding his signature weapon. The sledgehammer.
"Oh no," Cole whispered in sheer panic. "He has the equalizer. Triple H has the sledgehammer! He is going to literally kill the Undertaker!"
"Do it!" JBL cheered wildly. "Finish the job! Break the Streak!"
Triple H slid back into the ring, gripping the heavy wooden handle. He stalked the Undertaker, waiting for the Deadman to rise. As the Undertaker pushed himself up to his knees, Triple H didn't swing for the head. He ruthlessly jammed the head of the sledgehammer directly into the Undertaker's ribs!
The Phenom collapsed, gasping for air.
Triple H stood over him, dropping the sledgehammer. He looked down at the broken body of the Undertaker. He grabbed the Deadman by the hair, completely lifting him up.
And then, in a moment that completely shocked the entire professional wrestling world, Triple H scooped the Undertaker up, flipped him upside down, and locked him in position!
"HE'S GOING FOR THE TOMBSTONE!" Booker T screamed in absolute horror. "TRIPLE H IS GOING TO USE THE UNDERTAKER'S OWN MOVE AGAINST HIM!"
Triple H dropped to his knees, driving the Undertaker's skull into the canvas with a flawless, catastrophic Tombstone Piledriver!
Triple H crossed the Undertaker's arms over his chest, mocking the Deadman's signature pin, screaming at the referee to count!
One!
The entire stadium went completely silent, terrified that they were about to witness the end of an era.
Two!
Three—NO!
The Undertaker kicked out at two and nine tenths, his shoulder thrusting off the canvas with violent, desperate energy!
The Georgia Dome absolutely erupted! The noise level was completely distorting the broadcast audio!
"THE STREAK REFUSES TO DIE!" Cole shrieked, tears in his eyes! "THE PHENOM IS IMMORTAL!"
"This is impossible!" JBL yelled, slamming his hands on his desk. "He hit him with a chair, he hit him with two Pedigrees, he hit him with the sledgehammer, and he hit him with his own Tombstone! What does it take?!"
Triple H retreated to the corner, entirely broken. He sat on the bottom turnbuckle, holding his head in his hands, completely out of ideas. He looked across the ring at the Undertaker, who was struggling to even push himself up to his hands and knees.
Triple H's eyes fell upon the sledgehammer laying in the center of the ring.
He slowly pushed himself up. He walked over, picking up the heavy weapon. He didn't care about winning a wrestling match anymore. He just wanted to put the monster down.
Triple H pulled the sledgehammer back, preparing to swing it directly at the Undertaker's skull to permanently end his career.
But as Triple H swung the hammer forward, the Undertaker violently lunged from his back!
The Deadman grabbed Triple H's arm, pulling the Game completely off his feet and dragging him down to the canvas! In one terrifying, lightning fast, and incredibly fluid motion, the Undertaker wrapped his long legs entirely around Triple H's neck, locking his shin across the Game's throat, and hooked Triple H's arm, pulling back with agonizing torque!
"HELL'S GATE!" Cole screamed at the absolute top of his lungs! "THE UNDERTAKER HAS LOCKED IN HELL'S GATE OUT OF NOWHERE!"
"He caught him!" Lawler yelled! "He trapped the Game!" Triple H was completely caught! The suffocating, lethal submission hold put unbelievable pressure on his windpipe. His face instantly turned a horrifying shade of purple. He desperately tried to reach for the sledgehammer that had dropped just inches from his fingertips!
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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: 1 - 0