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"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!
"Reach for the hammer, Hunter!" JBL begged frantically. "Grab the hammer and hit him! Break the hold!"
Triple H stretched his fingers out. He touched the wooden handle. He tried to pull it back, but the Undertaker simply tightened the hold, arching his back and applying absolute, maximum, bone snapping pressure!
Triple H's eyes began to roll into the back of his head. The sledgehammer slipped entirely from his grasp, clattering uselessly to the mat.
The Game was fading. He threw his free arm into the air, balling his hand into a fist, trying to fight the loss of consciousness. But the Undertaker's grip was a literal death sentence.
Triple H's hand slowly uncurled. His arm trembled violently.
And then, with absolutely no oxygen left in his brain, Triple H's hand slapped the canvas once, twice, three times!
DING! DING! DING!
The iconic, haunting bell tolled through the stadium sound system!
"HE TAPPED! HE TAPPED OUT!" Cole shrieked, absolutely losing his mind at the desk! "THE UNDERTAKER WINS! THE STREAK SURVIVES! NINETEEN AND ZERO!"
"He did it! He did it!" Booker T cheered, clapping his hands in pure, unadulterated awe. "The Phenom just submitted the Game in the middle of the ring! What an absolute masterpiece of violence!"
"It was a fluke!" JBL wailed, his voice entirely raw with disappointment. "Triple H had him beaten! He just got caught! The Streak should be over right now!"
"But it's not over, John!" Lawler celebrated. "The Undertaker is nineteen and zero at WrestleMania! He is the greatest phenom in the history of this industry!"
Inside the ring, the Undertaker immediately released the hold, rolling onto his back, completely and utterly exhausted. The referee raised the Deadman's heavy arm into the air, officially declaring him the winner, but the Undertaker could not even push himself up to a sitting position.
The physical toll of the brutal No Holds Barred match had completely drained his immortal body.
Triple H rolled away, gasping frantically for air, clutching his crushed throat.
The seventy thousand fans inside the Georgia Dome remained entirely on their feet, delivering a massive, sustained, and incredibly respectful standing ovation for the absolute war they had just witnessed. They had seen the absolute best of both men. They had seen a match that would be talked about for generations.
The Streak lived on. But as the camera pulled back, capturing the Undertaker struggling to even stand as the medical staff rushed down the ramp to assist him, the reality of WrestleMania set in. The night was a brutal, unforgiving grinder.
And the main event was still yet to come. The God King, Sandro Zhang, was waiting in the shadows, ready to step into his own war against Chris Jericho. The Undisputed System was fractured, but the Triple Crown Champion remained. The battle for the Triple Crown Era in the WWE was fast approaching.
The battle for the Triple Crown Era in the WWE was fast approaching.
But before the God King could step into the squared circle to defend his ultimate prize, another massive, critical piece of his fracturing empire had to face the judgment of the Georgia Dome. The physical and emotional exhaustion of the legendary Undertaker and Triple H war hung heavily in the air, but the seventy thousand fans in Atlanta were given absolutely zero time to catch their breath.
"You think you know me..."
The whispered, distorted voice echoed through the massive sound system, instantly shattering the lingering silence.
A split second later, the driving, explosive guitar riff of Alter Bridge's "Metalingus" blasted through the stadium! A blinding, localized explosion of pyro shot off from the entrance stage, sending massive plumes of white smoke billowing into the air.
The crowd erupted into an absolutely deafening, euphoric roar.
Stepping out through the thick smoke, moving with a chaotic, manic energy, was the Rated-R Superstar, Edge. He threw his arms wide, his long hair flying wildly as he fed off the sheer electricity of the sold out stadium. The WWE Tag Team Championship was strapped proudly around his waist, gleaming under the bright arena spotlights.
A moment later, moving with a slow, calculating, and predatory smoothness, the Viper emerged from the shadows. Randy Orton walked out onto the stage, entirely unbothered by the sheer magnitude of the moment. He held his WWE Tag Team Championship firmly in his left hand, his cold, piercing eyes locked dead on the ring.
"Listen to this reaction!" Cole yelled, his voice straining to be heard over the massive pop. "Rated RKO has arrived on the Grandest Stage of Them All! Two of the most decorated, dangerous, and purely vicious superstars in the history of this industry reunited for one specific purpose: to bring down the Undisputed System!"
"And they already struck the first blow, Michael!" Lawler cheered enthusiastically. "They were the ones who took these titles away from Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre at Elimination Chamber! They cracked the golden armor!"
"They poked the bear, is what they did!" JBL immediately argued, his voice dripping with disdain for the champions. "They stole those titles with underhanded tactics, and now they have to face the absolute, unmitigated wrath of two men whose entire careers are on the line!"
Edge and Orton walked down the incredibly long WrestleMania ramp together, projecting a united front of absolute confidence. They slid under the bottom rope, immediately scaling opposite turnbuckles. Edge threw his arms into the air, screaming into the Atlanta sky, while Orton slowly raised his championship high, striking his signature, iconic pose as flashbulbs completely illuminated the Georgia Dome.
They hopped down from the turnbuckles, handing their titles to the referee and stepping back into their corner.
The stadium lights abruptly shifted to a blinding, oppressive, imperial gold.
The heavy, distorted, bone rattling bass drop of "SHOCK THE SYSTEM" hijacked the arena speakers.
The cheers instantly mutated into a massive, suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated venom. The seventy thousand fans unleashed a chorus of boos so loud it felt like a physical weight pressing down on the ring.
Stepping out from behind the entrance curtain were Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre.
They did not pause to pose. They did not look out at the massive sea of hostile fans. They did not care about the boos, the signs, or the bright lights of WrestleMania. The two heavily muscled enforcers looked entirely consumed by a dark, terrifying mixture of absolute rage and profound, suffocating desperation.
Sandro Zhang's ultimatum was a ticking time bomb strapped directly to their chests. If they did not reclaim those WWE Tag Team Championships tonight, they were finished. Their spots in the top one percent of the industry, their massive Nexum Core paychecks, and their protection under the God King's umbrella would instantly vanish.
"Look at the absolute tunnel vision on the faces of the challengers," Booker T analyzed, his tone completely serious. "Wade and Drew look like they are walking to the electric chair. They are moving at a totally different pace tonight. They are desperate, man."
"They are focused, Booker!" JBL corrected him loudly. "They are executing the will of the Triple Crown Champion! Sandro Zhang demanded perfection, and these two massive, elite brawlers are going to physically dismantle Rated RKO to give the God King exactly what he wants!"
Wade and Drew marched down the ramp at an incredibly fast, aggressive rate. They didn't even use the steel steps. They vaulted over the top rope, instantly storming the center of the ring.
They marched directly into the faces of Edge and Orton. The four men went nose to nose in the dead center of the squared circle. The tension was an absolute powder keg.
Edge flashed a wild, mocking smile, entirely unafraid, while Orton simply stared back with the cold, dead eyes of an apex predator. Barrett's jaw was clenched so tightly it looked like his teeth might shatter, and McIntyre was breathing heavily, his massive chest heaving with adrenaline.
The referee, knowing the explosive volatility of the situation, immediately threw himself between the two teams. He aggressively pushed Wade and Drew backward, screaming at them to retreat to their corner. It took several tense, chaotic seconds before the official finally managed to separate them, restoring a fragile semblance of order.
The referee stepped into the center of the ring, holding both WWE Tag Team Championships high into the air. He displayed the gleaming gold to all four corners of the sprawling Georgia Dome, officially declaring the massive stakes for the contest, before carefully handing the titles through the ropes to the ringside crew.
Randy Orton handed his completely taped wrists, stepping to the ring apron to act as the legal tag partner. Edge remained in the ring for the champions. For the challengers, Wade Barrett stepped through the ropes to the apron, leaving the massive, furious Scottish Psychopath, Drew McIntyre, to start the match.
The referee checked with both legal men, ensured the corners were clear, and signaled the timekeeper.
DING! DING! DING!
The match was officially underway.
Drew McIntyre did not wait to lock up. Fueled by the sheer, unadulterated panic of Sandro's impending wrath, McIntyre exploded out of his corner!
He launched his massive 260 pound frame forward, attempting to completely take Edge's head off with a catastrophic running clothesline.
But the Rated-R Superstar was an ultimate opportunist. Edge ducked underneath the wild swing with lightning fast agility. As McIntyre spun around, completely off balance, Edge delivered a stiff, echoing European uppercut, followed immediately by a rapid fire sequence of sharp, targeted strikes to McIntyre's knee.
Edge hit the ropes, accelerating to top speed, and threw his body horizontally into the air, connecting with a beautiful flying forearm smash that knocked the massive Scotsman off his feet!
"And Rated RKO strikes first!" Cole yelled over the roaring crowd. "Edge is utilizing his speed to completely neutralize the raw power of Drew McIntyre!"
"You cannot let the Undisputed System dictate the pace of this match!" Booker T agreed. "If Drew gets his massive hands on Edge, he is going to throw him clear into the third row! Edge has to stick and move!"
McIntyre scrambled to his feet, absolutely infuriated by the early embarrassment. He charged again, but Edge brilliantly secured a deep arm drag, taking McIntyre back down to the mat and trapping the Scotsman's heavy arm in a punishing wristlock. Edge wrenched the joint, dragging McIntyre toward the champions' corner, and made a quick, clean tag to Randy Orton.
The Viper stepped over the top rope, moving with an eerie, calculated calm. He didn't rush. Orton delivered a brutal, stomping kick to the side of McIntyre's ribcage, forcing the breath from his lungs.
Orton dragged McIntyre up, trapping him in the corner, and began unleashing his signature, methodical sequence of ten punches, with the seventy thousand fans in Atlanta counting every single echoing impact in perfect unison.
Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!
Orton grabbed McIntyre by his long, dark hair, dragging him out of the corner and executing a flawless, picture perfect standing dropkick that sent McIntyre crashing flat onto his back.
"Look at the absolute precision of Randy Orton!" Lawler praised. "He is picking Drew McIntyre apart piece by piece! The Undisputed System is completely reeling right now!"
"It's the opening minutes of the match, King, calm down!" JBL barked defensively. "Drew McIntyre is just feeling him out! He's letting Orton tire himself out! It's an elite strategy by the God King's enforcers!"
Orton went for the cover, but McIntyre kicked out forcefully at one. Orton grabbed McIntyre's arm, looking to maintain control, but the sheer desperation of the challenger suddenly took over. McIntyre violently raked his thick fingers directly across Orton's eyes!
The referee completely missed the illegal tactic, his vision temporarily blocked by McIntyre's massive frame. Orton stumbled backward, clutching his face in pain, temporarily blinded.
McIntyre didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, grabbing Orton by the throat and the tights, and launched the Viper entirely across the ring with a devastating, catastrophic overhead belly to belly suplex! Orton crashed violently into the turnbuckles, his spine bending awkwardly against the lowest pad.
"What an unbelievable display of power by Drew McIntyre!" Cole shrieked. "He just tossed a 250 pound man like a feather!"
"That is the power of the Undisputed System!" JBL cheered, instantly revitalized. "That is what Sandro Zhang pays them for! Absolute, unmitigated destruction!"
McIntyre dragged Orton toward the hostile corner, making a hard, aggressive tag to Wade Barrett. The bare knuckle brawler stepped over the top rope, his eyes locked onto Orton with homicidal intent.
Barrett hauled Orton to his feet, trapping the Viper's arms in the ropes. Barrett completely unloaded, delivering a sickening, rapid fire sequence of heavy, bare knuckle body blows to Orton's exposed ribcage.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sound of the impacts echoed through the ringside microphones. Barrett backed up, hitting the opposite ropes, and delivered a catastrophic running big boot that caught Orton perfectly flush on the jaw, sending the Viper crashing to the canvas.
Barrett hooked the leg!
One! Two!
Orton kicked out, but the damage had been done. The match had officially transformed into an absolute tag team clinic, orchestrated flawlessly by the challengers.
For the next ten grueling minutes, Wade and Drew executed a masterclass in tag team isolation. They utilized textbook, old-school heel psychology, effectively cutting the ring in half and keeping Randy Orton trapped miles away from his partner.
Barrett locked Orton in a suffocating reverse chinlock, digging his heavy knee directly into the Viper's spine. Every time Orton managed to fight to his feet and inch toward his corner, Barrett would violently pull him back down by his hair, making a quick, seamless tag to McIntyre.
McIntyre entered the ring and delivered a brutal, echoing knife edge chop that echoed through the Georgia Dome, turning Orton's chest a bright, angry shade of crimson.
McIntyre hoisted Orton into the air, stalling for an agonizing five seconds to showcase his terrifying raw power, before dropping Orton with a devastating delayed vertical suplex.
"This is incredibly difficult to watch," Cole noted, his voice thick with concern. "Randy Orton is being systematically dismantled. The Undisputed System is operating with a terrifying, mechanical efficiency. They are not just trying to win the titles back, they are trying to hurt him."
"They have to, Michael!" Booker T replied. "When you have a boss like Sandro Zhang threatening to end your career, you don't care about playing fair. You do whatever it takes to survive! Orton is in the wrong place at the wrong time!"
Edge paced the ring apron like a caged animal, practically vibrating with anxious energy. He leaned as far over the top rope as physically possible, extending his hand, screaming for Orton to make the tag. The seventy thousand fans rallied behind him, stomping their feet in a massive, unified rhythm that physically shook the stadium.
In the ring, Barrett was back in control. He hoisted Orton onto his shoulders, preparing to execute his devastating finishing maneuver, the Wasteland.
"If he hits the Wasteland, we are going to have new Tag Team Champions!" Lawler yelled in a panic.
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!
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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