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But Orton, operating on pure, unadulterated survival instinct, threw his weight violently backward. He slipped down Barrett's back, landing on his feet, and hooked Barrett's head, dropping the brawler with a desperate, crushing inverted headlock backbreaker!
Both men collapsed to the mat. The Georgia Dome absolutely erupted.
"This is the opening!" Cole screamed. "Orton needs to make the tag! He needs to get to Edge!"
The dramatic, agonizing crawl began. Orton dragged himself across the canvas, his arm outstretched. Barrett, completely dazed, scrambled toward his own corner.
Barrett lunged, tagging McIntyre!
Orton leaped forward, making the hot tag to Edge!
The Rated-R Superstar vaulted over the top rope, exploding into the ring like a completely unhinged missile!
McIntyre charged forward, but Edge ducked a wild clothesline. Edge hit the ropes, accelerating to maximum velocity, and launched himself into the air, connecting with a catastrophic flying forearm!
McIntyre staggered but didn't fall. Edge bounced right back up, hitting the opposite ropes, and took the massive Scotsman down with a beautiful, spinning heel kick!
Barrett tried to illegally enter the ring to stop the momentum, but Edge saw him coming. Edge grabbed Barrett, utilizing the brawler's own momentum, and dumped him completely over the top rope with a massive back body drop!
"Edge is absolutely cleaning house!" Booker T laughed in pure delight. "The Ultimate Opportunist is running wild on the Undisputed System!"
McIntyre pushed himself up to his feet. Edge charged, hooking McIntyre's head, and executed a flawless, devastating Edgecution lifting DDT that spiked the 260 pound powerhouse directly onto the top of his skull!
Edge hooked the massive leg!
One! Two!
McIntyre kicked out at the absolute last possible millisecond!
The match broke down into complete and utter chaos. The referee entirely lost control of the contest as all four men brawled wildly inside and outside the ring. The seventy thousand fans were entirely on their feet, the noise level reaching a deafening, continuous roar.
On the outside, Orton and Barrett traded brutal, heavy right hands, smashing each other into the steel barricades and the ring apron.
Inside the ring, Edge retreated to the corner. He crouched down, his eyes wide, his hair plastered to his face with sweat. He ran his hands through his hair, a manic, completely unhinged look in his eyes. He was stalking Drew McIntyre, waiting for the massive Scotsman to rise.
"He's setting up for the Spear!" Cole shrieked. "Edge is going to cut him in half!"
McIntyre slowly, blindly staggered to his feet, entirely unaware of the danger lurking behind him.
Edge exploded out of the corner, launching his body forward like a guided missile!
But the desperation of the Undisputed System was absolute. As Edge flew through the air, Wade Barrett suddenly slid under the bottom rope, entirely abandoning his brawl with Orton. Barrett threw himself directly into the path of the Spear!
CRASH!
Edge drove his shoulder completely through Barrett's ribs, snapping the brawler in half!
But the sacrificial tactic had worked. McIntyre was saved. As Edge rolled off of Barrett's broken body, McIntyre capitalized. The Scottish Psychopath rebounded off the ropes, accelerating his massive frame, and launched a catastrophic, terrifying Claymore Kick that caught Edge perfectly flush on the side of the head!
The impact sounded like a shotgun blast. Edge's body went entirely limp, collapsing to the canvas like dead weight.
"CLAYMORE!" JBL screamed at the absolute top of his lungs, completely losing his mind at the commentary desk. "HE HIT IT! DREW MCINTYRE HIT THE CLAYMORE! THE UNDISPUTED SYSTEM SURVIVES!"
McIntyre, completely exhausted, fell onto Edge's chest, hooking both legs as deep as he possibly could.
The referee dove into position.
One!
"We have new champions!" JBL declared.
Two!
Out of absolutely nowhere, Randy Orton launched himself through the air, breaking the pinfall at two and nine tenths with a desperate, diving double axe handle!
The stadium absolutely exploded with a massive sigh of relief!
"ORTON SAVES THE MATCH!" Cole yelled, his voice completely raw. "THE VIPER KEEPS RATED RKO ALIVE!"
McIntyre rolled off of Edge, clutching his back, his eyes wide with absolute, unadulterated fury. He slowly pushed himself up to his feet, turning his homicidal gaze toward Randy Orton.
Orton didn't back down. The Viper stood in the center of the ring, beckoning the massive Scotsman to bring the fight.
McIntyre charged, looking to take Orton's head off with a massive clothesline.
But Orton smoothly ducked underneath it. As McIntyre turned around, Orton kicked him viciously in the midsection. Orton dragged McIntyre's lifeless body through the middle ropes, hooking his legs over the top cable, suspending the massive Scotsman in mid air.
"Look at the eyes of the Viper!" Lawler cheered. "He has him right where he wants him!"
Orton slowly, methodically looked out at the massive sea of fans. He pulled McIntyre forward, driving his skull directly into the canvas with his signature, catastrophic draping DDT!
McIntyre's body crumpled to the mat.
Orton flipped onto his stomach. He began pounding his fists into the canvas, his eyes entirely dilated, coiling his body like a snake preparing to strike. The crowd matched his rhythm, chanting with every single strike of his fists.
"He's going to a place that no other superstar can go!" Booker T yelled. "He is hearing the voices! The RKO is coming!"
As McIntyre slowly pushed himself up to his hands and knees, Wade Barrett blindly staggered up to his feet on the opposite side of the ring. Barrett, operating on pure instinct, saw Orton preparing to strike his partner.
Barrett pulled his elbow pad down, exposing his bare elbow. He charged forward, looking to completely blindside the Viper with a lethal Bullhammer elbow strike!
"Watch out, Randy!" Cole shrieked!
As Barrett swung the catastrophic elbow, Orton miraculously sensed the movement. The Viper ducked underneath the Bullhammer at the absolute last possible microsecond!
Barrett's momentum spun him completely around.
And as Barrett turned his head, Edge exploded out of the opposite corner!
SPEAR!
Edge cut Wade Barrett absolutely in half with a devastating Spear! Barrett's body folded like an accordion, crashing violently to the mat!
Drew McIntyre, finally managing to stagger to a vertical base, saw his partner get destroyed. He roared in anger, lunging forward to grab Edge.
But as McIntyre lunged, Randy Orton launched himself high into the Atlanta sky!
Orton caught McIntyre perfectly in mid air, wrapping his hands around the massive Scotsman's neck, and violently drove his face directly into the canvas with an earth shattering, instantaneous RKO!
"RKO! RKO OUT OF NOWHERE!" Cole screamed, standing entirely up out of his chair, completely losing his mind. "HE HIT IT! THE VIPER STRUCK!"
"IT'S OVER!" Lawler yelled. "RATED RKO HAS CAUGHT THEM BOTH!"
Orton hooked the massive leg of Drew McIntyre, hooking it as deep as humanly possible, staring directly up at the blinding stadium lights. Edge sat on the canvas, guarding the pin, making absolutely sure that the match was completely over.
The referee's hand struck the mat.
One!
The seventy thousand fans counted along in a deafening roar.
Two!
"No! Kick out!" JBL begged, absolute despair lacing his voice.
Three!
DING! DING! DING!
The explosive, triumphant guitar riff of "Metalingus" blasted through the stadium sound system, entirely drowned out by the massive, sustained, and incredibly joyous roar of approval from the Atlanta crowd.
"Here are your winners," the ring announcer boomed through the Georgia Dome, "...and STILL the WWE Tag Team Champions... RATED RKO!"
"They did it! They absolutely did it!" Michael Cole cheered, clapping wildly at the commentary desk. "Edge and Randy Orton have retained the WWE Tag Team Championships in an absolute tag team clinic! They survived the desperation of the Undisputed System!"
"What an unbelievable masterpiece of a match!" Booker T praised, shaking his head in pure awe. "The back and forth action, the near falls, the absolute chaos! Rated RKO proved exactly why they are two of the greatest of all time!"
"This is an absolute tragedy!" JBL wailed, his head buried deep in his hands. "Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre threw absolutely everything they had at them! They fought like absolute warriors, but the numbers game completely broke down in the end! This is a disaster for the Undisputed System!"
Inside the ring, the scene was one of pure, exhausted triumph. The referee handed the heavy, gleaming WWE Tag Team Championships to Edge and Randy Orton.
The two veterans, covered in sweat and breathing heavily, climbed opposite turnbuckles, hoisting the gold high into the air as the seventy thousand fans showered them with absolute adoration.
But as the camera panned away from the celebrating champions, it settled on the devastating, sobering reality unfolding on the ringside floor.
Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre had slowly rolled out of the ring. They were not moving to attack. They were not arguing with the referee. They were sitting against the cold steel barricade, entirely broken.
Barrett stared blankly at the floor mats, his bare knuckle hands trembling slightly. McIntyre clutched his face, his eyes wide with a horrifying realization. They had just lost the match. They had failed to reclaim the gold.
The God King's ultimatum was absolute. Sandro Zhang had promised that if they failed at WrestleMania, they would be exiled. They would be stripped of their power, their protection, and their entire livelihoods.
"Look at the faces of the challengers," Lawler said quietly, the celebratory tone shifting to something much darker. "They know exactly what this means. The Undisputed System has suffered another catastrophic, undeniable failure tonight."
"Kofi Kingston failed," Cole noted, listing the casualties. "Big E and Ryback failed. And now, Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre have failed. The enforcers of the golden empire have been completely, definitively routed."
The visual of the Undisputed System was tarnishing rapidly, piece by piece. As Edge and Orton continued to celebrate their massive victory, cementing their legacy as the apex predators of the tag team division, the realization set in across the entire professional wrestling world.
Sandro Zhang, the reigning, untouchable Triple Crown Champion, was currently sitting in his locker room, completely alone. His empire had crumbled around him.
His entire army had been systematically slaughtered on the Grandest Stage of Them All. The God King was walking into the main event with absolutely no one left to protect him. The battle for the Triple Crown Era had arrived, and the stage was perfectly set for absolute, unmitigated chaos.
As Edge and Orton finally made their way back up the incredibly long WrestleMania ramp, the camera panned across the sprawling expanse of the Georgia Dome. The arena quickly filled with loud, buzzing murmurs.
Seventy thousand fans were catching their breath, urgently whispering to one another, entirely aware of what was coming next. The air inside the stadium grew thick, heavy with the suffocating, electric anticipation of a true main event.
Suddenly, the blinding stadium lights in the entire arena were violently severed, plunging the massive structure into absolute, pitch black darkness.
The seventy thousand fans instantly held their breath, waiting in the heavy silence.
Then, a single, piercing, blood red spotlight sliced through the darkness, illuminating the dead center of the massive entrance stage.
Standing perfectly still within the harsh circle of light was Chris Jericho. But he was not the Ayatollah of Rock 'n' Rolla tonight. He was completely submerged in his darkest, most violent persona.
He was dressed in his terrifying, chaotic Painmaker outfit, a heavy, spiked black leather jacket adorned with sharp metal studs, and a dark, intimidating fedora pulled low over his head. In his right hand, he tightly gripped his signature weapon: a solid black baseball bat, menacingly wrapped in thick, vicious barbed wire.
Adorned on his face was a chilling, solid black leather mask covered in metallic spikes, completely obscuring his features and turning him into a faceless entity of pure malice.
The fans let out a massive, unified cheer the absolute second they saw him. They knew that the Painmaker was the only entity ruthless enough to step into an "I Quit" match against the God King.
As the cheer swelled, the opening, heavy, melodic guitar riff of "Judas" hit the arena sound system.
But it wasn't just a recorded track playing over the speakers. As the fans cheered even louder, the entire arena lights violently flashed back on, bathing the stage in a wash of crimson and black pyrotechnics.
Set up on the massive, sprawling entrance stage, directly behind Jericho, was his actual heavy metal band, Fozzy!
The band members were playing their musical instruments live, shredding the guitars and pounding the drums with absolute, unadulterated rock and roll fury!
The seventy thousand fans inside the Georgia Dome instantly became the lead vocalists. They sang along to the iconic lyrics at the absolute top of their lungs, creating a deafening, unified choir that echoed through the concrete pillars of the stadium.
"I am become, I am become, I am become... Judas in my mind!"
Jericho slowly turned around, looking at his bandmates, feeding off the live, vibrating energy of the heavy metal performance. He turned back to face the ring, raising his barbed wire baseball bat high into the air.
He began walking down the incredibly long WrestleMania ramp, moving with a slow, methodical, and deeply menacing swagger.
When he reached the exact middle of the ramp, Jericho stopped. He pointed his bat directly at the ring.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Huge, concussive pyros shot out violently from the ramp directly behind him, perfectly synchronized with the heavy drumbeats of the live performance!
The heat from the flames washed over the front rows as Jericho continued his slow, terrifying walk.
"Look at the absolute spectacle of the Painmaker!" Cole shouted over the deafening live music. "Chris Jericho has tapped into a dark, sadistic place in his soul! He knows that you cannot out wrestle the God King! You have to out survive him! You have to make him bleed, and you have to make him say the two words that Sandro Zhang has never spoken in his entire life, I Quit!"
"This is the culmination of a legendary career!" Lawler cheered enthusiastically. "Chris Jericho has done it all, but tonight, he is trying to slay the ultimate dragon!"
"He's a fool dressed up for Halloween!" JBL spat, his voice filled with defensive venom. "He thinks some face paint and a baseball bat are going to intimidate the Triple Crown Champion? Sandro Zhang doesn't feel fear! Jericho is walking into a massacre!"
Jericho marched up the steel steps and entered into the ring. He stood in the dead center of the squared circle, slowly raising his hands. He grabbed the edges of his spiked black mask and violently ripped it off his head!
His face was, of course, painted entirely with his chilling Painmaker persona, a chaotic, asymmetric smear of dark black makeup around his eyes and a jagged, terrifying smile painted across his mouth. He looked completely unhinged.
The live performance of Fozzy slowly faded out to a massive, appreciative ovation from the crowd.
The stadium plunged back into silence. The atmosphere was completely electric.
And then, the heavy, distorted, bone rattling bass drop of "SHOCK THE SYSTEM" blared through the stadium speakers!
The reaction was catastrophic. The seventy thousand fans instantly unleashed a tidal wave of sheer, unadulterated venom. They booed so loudly, with so much concentrated hostility, that the commentary desk physically vibrated.
The Undisputed System entrance music hit, the arrogant, driving beat echoing through the dome. But the God King did not simply walk out from behind the curtain.
From the absolute center of the massive entrance stage, a hydraulic trapdoor slowly opened.
Rising from the depths below the stage, ascending into the blinding arena lights, came Sandro Zhang. He was seated upon a massive, incredibly ornate, solid golden throne. He was wearing an extravagant, heavily jeweled crown upon his head, fully embracing his sociopathic delusion of absolute royalty.
The sheer arrogance of the visual was breathtaking. The Triple Crown Champion held his titles with mocking pride. His left hand gripped the United States Championship. His right hand firmly held the World Heavyweight Championship. And securely fastened around his tailored, burgundy wrestling trunks was the ultimate prize, the WWE Championship.
Golden, imperial lights shined down from the rafters, illuminating the God King in a blinding, glorious aura as he sat upon his throne.
Sandro slowly stood up. He stepped down from the throne, stepping to the edge of the stage. He spread his arms wide, holding the two massive championships out for the entire world to see.
Immediately, an absolutely breathtaking, localized explosion of golden pyro shot out across the stage, and the entrance music abruptly, violently shifted.
The iconic, static filled screech of static cut through the air, followed by the legendary, driving guitar riff of Living Colour's "Cult of Personality"!
"Oh my God!" Cole shrieked. "He hijacked the music! He's playing mind games!"
"The sheer disrespect!" Booker T yelled in disbelief. "He is rubbing his absolute dominance in the face of everyone in this industry!"
"He earned it!" JBL roared, standing up and applauding his leader. "He is the Triple Crown Champion! He is the God King of professional wrestling! Bow down to your master!"
Sandro Zhang stood on the stage, a cruel, cold smirk playing across his face. He looked all around the massive, sprawling arena, absorbing the sheer hatred of the seventy thousand fans. He was enjoying the moment. He was drinking in the deafening boos. Because this was his absolute zenith.
This was his first WrestleMania Main Event. His empire may have crumbled earlier in the night, but the God King himself remained entirely, undeniably untouchable.
Sandro slowly, methodically began to walk down the incredibly long ramp. He didn't rush. He moved with a terrifying, sociopathic calm. He ignored the fans screaming obscenities at him over the barricades. He walked up the steel steps, wiped his boots on the ring apron, and stepped elegantly through the ropes. Sandro walked to the absolute dead center of the ring. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and spread his arms wide once again.
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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