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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.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Massive, catastrophic fireworks shot out from the very top of the open-air stadium roof, illuminating the entire Atlanta skyline in a blinding shower of golden sparks!
Sandro lowered his arms, handing the United States and World Heavyweight Championships to the referee. He retreated to his corner, removed his crown, and handed it to a ringside technician. He turned around, his cold, dead eyes locking dead onto the painted, chaotic face of Chris Jericho.
The two men stared at each other across the ring. The contrast was incredible. The absolute, calculated perfection of the God King versus the chaotic, violent sadism of the Painmaker.
The referee, looking incredibly intimidated by the sheer magnitude of the situation, carefully took the titles from Sandro. Other than the WWE title, he gave the rest of the massive gold belts to the ringside crew.
The official walked to the dead center of the ring, holding the WWE Championship. He raised it high above his head, showing the ultimate prize in the industry to the entire, completely sold out arena.
"This is it, gentlemen," Cole said, his voice trembling slightly with the gravity of the moment. "The ultimate prize. The WWE Championship. And remember the stipulation. There are no pinfalls. There are no count outs. There are no disqualifications. The only way to win this match, the only way to walk out of WrestleMania as the champion, is to physically torture your opponent until they scream the words 'I Quit' into a live microphone."
"It is the most barbaric, physically demanding stipulation in the history of this business," Lawler added. "You have to break a man's physical body, and then you have to break his spirit. I don't know if Chris Jericho can break the spirit of a sociopath like Sandro Zhang."
"He can't!" JBL declared definitively. "Sandro Zhang does not possess the capacity to quit! His ego, his pride, and his sheer in ring IQ will not allow it! Jericho is going to be the one begging for mercy!"
The referee handed the WWE Championship to the ringside crew. He checked Sandro's boots and knee pads. He checked Jericho, warning him about the barbed wire bat, but acknowledging that the weapon was entirely legal under the rules of the contest.
The official stepped back, made sure both men were ready, and dramatically signaled for the bell to officially start the match.
DING! DING! DING!
The main event of WrestleMania had officially begun.
Chris Jericho, entirely consumed by the violent persona of the Painmaker, did not wait for a traditional wrestling lock up. He immediately charged across the ring, raising the barbed wire baseball bat high over his head, looking to completely decapitate the God King in the opening seconds!
But Sandro Zhang was a prodigy for a reason. His in ring IQ and spatial awareness were absolutely unparalleled. As Jericho swung the lethal weapon with homicidal force, Sandro effortlessly ducked underneath the swing.
With terrifying speed and fluidity, Sandro pivoted, grabbed Jericho's wrist, and executed a flawless, twisting judo throw that sent the Painmaker crashing violently to the canvas!
The bat slipped from Jericho's grasp, rolling away toward the ropes.
"Look at the absolute precision of Sandro Zhang!" JBL cheered. "He is a master martial artist! You cannot simply swing a weapon at him and expect it to connect!"
Jericho scrambled to his feet, a look of wild anger in his eyes. He lunged forward again, throwing a heavy, chaotic haymaker. Sandro casually swatted the punch away, stepping into the pocket, and delivered a blistering, incredibly stiff combination of Muay Thai knee strikes directly to Jericho's midsection.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The impacts echoed loudly through the arena.
Sandro finished the combination with a beautiful, snapping enzuigiri kick to the side of Jericho's head, dropping the veteran to his knees.
Sandro stood over him, a cold, arrogant smirk on his face. He didn't immediately go for a submission. He wanted to humiliate the Rebellion's final hope.
Sandro grabbed Jericho by the hair, dragging him up, and Irish whipped him into the ropes. As Jericho rebounded, Sandro leapfrogged over him with stunning agility, hit the opposite ropes, and connected with a devastating, high angle dropkick that hit Jericho perfectly on the jaw!
"The God King is putting on an absolute clinic in the early going!" Cole noted. "He is utilizing his speed and his technical superiority to keep the Painmaker completely off balance!"
"Jericho needs to make this ugly, man!" Booker T observed. "He can't try to out wrestle a guy like Sandro Zhang! He has to drag him into the deep waters! He has to use the environment!"
Jericho rolled under the bottom rope, clutching his jaw, seeking a brief moment of respite on the ringside floor. Sandro simply stood in the center of the ring, crossing his arms behind his back, staring down at his opponent with absolute disdain.
Jericho shook his head, the chaotic energy returning. He reached under the ring apron, tossing the heavy ring skirt aside. He began pulling out weapons, completely embracing the No Holds Barred nature of the "I Quit" stipulation. Jericho threw a steel folding chair into the ring. Then another. Then a kendo stick. Then a heavy steel trash can.
"The Painmaker is loading up the ring!" Lawler yelled. "He is turning the squared circle into a torture chamber!"
Jericho slid back into the ring, grabbing a kendo stick. He charged Sandro, swinging the bamboo weapon like a madman! Sandro dodged the first swing, but Jericho immediately followed up with a vicious backhand strike that cracked the kendo stick directly across Sandro's ribcage!
CRACK!
Sandro hissed in pain, his pristine, arrogant demeanor instantly fracturing. He stumbled backward. Jericho didn't stop. He unleashed a furious, blinding flurry of kendo stick strikes across Sandro's back, arms, and legs!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The bamboo splintered and broke under the sheer force of the Painmaker's assault.
Sandro collapsed to his hands and knees, breathing heavily, deep red welts instantly forming across his pale skin.
Jericho tossed the broken kendo stick aside. He grabbed a steel chair, raising it high above his head, and brought the edge of the steel crashing down directly across Sandro's spine!
The sickening sound of the impact sent a collective gasp through the seventy thousand fans.
The referee immediately rushed over, holding a live microphone directly to Sandro Zhang's face.
"Do you quit?!" the referee demanded, his voice echoing through the stadium PA system.
Sandro, his teeth gritted in absolute agony, glared up at the referee with pure sociopathic hatred.
"NO!" Sandro screamed into the mic.
The crowd roared. They hated Sandro, but they respected his unbelievable physical resilience.
"It's going to take a lot more than a few chair shots to make the God King quit!" JBL asserted. "Sandro Zhang's pain tolerance is absolutely legendary!"
Jericho, unbothered by the refusal, grabbed Sandro by the hair, dragging him back to his feet. Jericho whipped Sandro toward the corner, but Sandro reversed the momentum, sending Jericho crashing hard into the turnbuckles.
As Jericho staggered forward, Sandro utilized his incredible explosive power. He grabbed Jericho, hooking his arms, and delivered a catastrophic, high angle release German suplex that launched Jericho completely across the ring!
Jericho landed violently on the back of his neck!
"What a counter by the Triple Crown Champion!" Cole yelled. "The sheer, terrifying power of Sandro Zhang!"
Sandro slowly pushed himself up, his ribs aching from the kendo stick strikes. His eyes fell upon the barbed wire baseball bat resting near the ropes. A cruel, sadistic smile replaced the arrogant smirk. Sandro walked over and picked up the lethal weapon.
"Oh no," Lawler whispered. "The God King has the Painmaker's bat. This is going to get incredibly ugly, incredibly fast."
As Jericho slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position, completely dazed from the suplex, Sandro stalked him. Sandro didn't swing the bat at Jericho's head.
With terrifying, calculated cruelty, Sandro violently drove the barbed wire directly into the exposed skin of Jericho's lower back!
Jericho let out a horrifying, blood curdling scream as the sharp metal barbs tore into his flesh.
Sandro didn't stop. He began grinding the bat into Jericho's spine, using his body weight to drag the barbed wire across the skin, essentially flaying the veteran alive in the center of the ring.
The referee practically shoved the microphone into Jericho's screaming face.
"Do you quit?! Ask him! Do you quit?!"
Jericho, his face contorted in absolute, unfiltered agony, fought through the pain.
"GO TO HELL!" Jericho roared into the microphone!
"The heart of Chris Jericho is unbelievable!" Booker T cheered. "He is taking an absolute barbaric beating, but he refuses to give up the fight!"
Sandro, frustrated by the defiance, tossed the bloody bat aside. He grabbed Jericho by the arms, dragging him under the bottom rope, pulling him out to the ringside floor. Sandro had realized that the weapons in the ring were not enough. He needed to utilize the heavy, unforgiving infrastructure of the stadium itself.
Sandro Irish whipped Jericho with catastrophic force directly into the heavy steel ring steps! Jericho's shoulder collided with the metal, creating a loud, sickening CLANG that echoed through the arena.
Sandro walked over, completely unbothered by the chaos around him. He grabbed the top half of the heavy steel steps, completely detaching the 150 pound block of metal from its base. He hoisted the steel steps into the air, walking slowly toward the broken body of Chris Jericho.
"He's going to crush his skull!" Cole shrieked in absolute panic! "Sandro Zhang is going to literally end his life!"
Sandro threw the massive steel block downward with lethal intent!
But Jericho rolled out of the way at the absolute last possible millisecond!
The heavy steel steps crashed into the ringside floor, violently shattering the protective mats and exposing the solid concrete underneath!
Jericho, operating on pure adrenaline, scrambled to his feet. He grabbed the heavy steel trash can he had thrown out of the ring earlier. As Sandro turned around, frustrated by the missed attack, Jericho launched the trash can directly at Sandro's head!
The aluminum can connected perfectly, completely disorienting the Triple Crown Champion.
Jericho charged forward, grabbing Sandro by the waist, and executed a desperate, chaotic belly to back suplex right there on the ringside floor! But he didn't aim for the mats. He aimed directly for the exposed, solid concrete!
Sandro's upper back and neck crashed into the unforgiving stone with horrifying force. The God King's body went completely limp, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"ON THE CONCRETE! HE JUST DROPPED THE CHAMPION ON HIS NECK ON THE CONCRETE!" Lawler screamed, completely losing his mind. "THIS MATCH IS ABSOLUTE CARNAGE!"
The referee immediately dropped to his knees, shoving the microphone into Sandro's face, who was gasping violently for air.
"Do you quit, Sandro?! Do you quit?!"
Sandro's eyes flickered. He coughed, a thin line of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the microphone, then looked up at Jericho, his eyes burning with an intense, unyielding hatred.
"Never," Sandro whispered hoarsely into the mic.
"He is not human!" JBL yelled, his voice cracking with sheer disbelief and absolute awe. "Sandro Zhang is immortal! You can break his spine on the concrete, and he will still spit in your face!"
Jericho, breathing heavily, his face paint smeared with sweat and blood, looked at Sandro in sheer frustration. He realized that physical trauma alone was not going to be enough. He needed to break Sandro's joints. He needed to rip his limbs out of their sockets.
Jericho grabbed Sandro by the hair, dragging his limp, heavy body toward the primary broadcast table where Cole, Lawler, Booker, and JBL were frantically scrambling out of their chairs for the second time that night.
"Clear out! Clear the area!" Cole yelled, ripping his headset off as they abandoned the desk.
Jericho ripped the remaining monitors out of the table, entirely clearing the heavy wooden surface. He dragged Sandro up, hoisting the God King onto the table. Jericho climbed up onto the table with him.
The seventy thousand fans inside the Georgia Dome rose to their feet, absolutely mesmerized by the sheer violence unfolding before them.
Jericho grabbed Sandro, hooking his arms, and positioned him for a devastating piledriver right through the announce desk.
But Sandro Zhang, even while completely compromised, possessed a terrifying, instinctual survival mechanism. With a sudden, explosive burst of remaining energy, Sandro violently drove his knee upward, catching Jericho squarely in the groin!
Jericho gasped, his grip immediately breaking as he fell to his knees on top of the table.
Sandro slowly pushed himself up. He looked down at Jericho, wiping the blood from his mouth. Sandro grabbed Jericho, trapping his arms, and executed a flawless, breathtaking catastrophic, lifting sit out powerbomb, driving Chris Jericho straight through the heavy broadcast table!
The wood completely splintered and exploded into a massive cloud of dust, debris, and tangled wires! The stadium absolutely erupted into a deafening chant of "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
"MY GOD IN HEAVEN!" Booker T screamed, completely losing his mind as he stood near the barricade! "SANDRO ZHANG JUST PUT HIM THROUGH THE DESK WITH A VERY DEVASTATING POWERBOMB!"
"It's over!" JBL cheered wildly! "The Painmaker is broken! Ask him, ref! Ask him if he quits!"
The referee scrambled into the wreckage of the broadcast table, shoving the microphone into the face of Chris Jericho, who was completely buried under the splintered wood.
"Jericho! Do you quit?! Do you quit?!"
Jericho didn't move. His body was completely motionless amidst the debris. The referee asked again, pressing the microphone closer.
Slowly, agonizingly, Jericho raised a trembling hand. He didn't speak. He simply shook a single finger back and forth, a defiant, silent "no."
"I do not believe it!" Cole yelled, his voice completely raw. "Chris Jericho is barely conscious, his body is absolutely broken, but his spirit refuses to die! He will not say the words!"
Sandro Zhang stood amidst the wreckage, his chest heaving, his pristine burgundy trunks covered in dust and blood. A look of absolute, unhinged fury crossed his face. If that powerbomb wasn't going to break the Painmaker, he was going to have to physically tear him apart piece by piece.
Sandro grabbed Jericho by his heavy leather jacket, dragging him out of the debris. With terrifying, mechanical precision, Sandro hauled Jericho's broken body back toward the ring. He shoved Jericho under the bottom rope and slid in after him.
Sandro didn't go for another high impact move. He immediately transitioned into his elite, highly technical submission game. Sandro grabbed Jericho's arm, dropping his weight backward, and locked in a vicious, wrenching cross armbreaker right in the center of the ring!
Sandro arched his back, applying unbelievable, bone snapping pressure to Jericho's shoulder and elbow joint.
"He's going to snap his arm in half!" Lawler shrieked! "Sandro Zhang is going to permanently cripple him if he doesn't quit!"
The referee shoved the microphone into Jericho's face. "Do you quit?!"
Jericho screamed in agony, his face contorted in pure, agonizing pain. He desperately tried to reach the ropes, but Sandro had him dead in the center of the ring, expertly using his legs to completely trap Jericho's upper body.
"Jericho has nowhere to go!" JBL yelled! "He has to submit! The God King is breaking his limbs!"
But Jericho, refusing to let his career end in submission, miraculously used his incredible core strength. He slowly, agonizingly rolled his body weight forward, stacking Sandro Zhang onto his shoulders! Sandro was forced to either release the hold or risk having his own shoulders pinned to the mat, even though pinfalls didn't count, the leverage applied agonizing pressure to Sandro's own neck!
Sandro broke the hold, rolling backward and popping up to his feet. But Jericho was waiting. As Sandro turned around, Jericho leaped into the air, grabbing Sandro's head and driving his knees directly into the God King's face with a catastrophic, desperate Codebreaker!
Both men collapsed to the canvas, completely and utterly exhausted. The physical toll of the "I Quit" match had completely drained both competitors.
The seventy thousand fans in Atlanta were on their feet, delivering a massive, sustained standing ovation for the absolute war they were witnessing.
Slowly, both men began to stir. Jericho pushed himself up, his eyes falling upon the heavy steel chair that was still resting in the corner of the ring. Jericho grabbed the chair, a dark, sadistic light returning to his eyes.
He didn't swing it. He walked over to the unconscious body of Sandro Zhang. Jericho grabbed Sandro's legs, dragging the God King toward the center of the ring. Jericho opened the steel folding chair, entirely placing Sandro's right leg through the gap in the metal!
"Oh no!" Cole screamed in sheer panic. "What is he doing?! What is the Painmaker doing?!"
"He's trapping his leg in the steel chair!" Booker T yelled! "This is barbaric!"
Jericho stepped through Sandro's legs, utilizing the steel chair as a fulcrum. Jericho turned Sandro completely over, locking in the most sadistic, terrifying, and agonizing variation of the Walls of Jericho the world had ever seen!
The steel chair brutally dug into Sandro's knee and shin, while Jericho sat back, applying unbelievable, spine snapping torque to the God King's lower back!
"THE WALLS OF JERICHO WITH A STEEL CHAIR!" Lawler shrieked, completely losing his mind! "HE IS GOING TO BREAK HIS LEGS! HE IS GOING TO SNAP HIS SPINE IN HALF!"
The referee frantically shoved the microphone into Sandro's face. The God King was trapped. The physical agony was entirely unprecedented. His face turned a horrifying shade of purple as the steel cut into his flesh and his spine was bent entirely in half.
"Ask him! Ask him!" Jericho screamed, pulling back with absolutely everything he had.
"Do you quit?!" the referee yelled into the microphone.
Sandro Zhang, the sociopathic billionaire, the untouchable Triple Crown Champion, closed his eyes, letting out a blood curdling scream of pure, unadulterated agony that echoed through the entire Georgia Dome.
The golden empire was in the end of the line. His enforcers were gone. And now, the Painmaker was actively, physically dismantling the God King piece by piece in the center of the squared circle. "Do you quit?!" The seventy thousand fans held their breath, waiting to hear if the Triple Crown Era was finally, violently, coming to an end.
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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