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Sandro recognized the extreme danger. He shifted his weight instantly, throwing heavy, frantic elbows to the side of Bray's head, forcing the monster to drop him. Sandro spun around, kicking Bray sharply in the gut, and bounced off the ropes, looking for a desperation clothesline. Bray caught him in mid air again, looking for a second uranage slam. But Sandro countered brilliantly in mid air, shifting his hips and locking his arms around Bray's neck, driving the challenger face first into the canvas with a devastating, high angle jumping DDT!
Both men lay flat on the mat as the referee began his count.
"What a counter by the God King!" JBL cheered, his confidence returning. "That is the elite ring awareness that makes him a double champion!"
Sandro crawled over, draping an exhausted arm across Bray's massive chest.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"NO!"
Bray powered his shoulder off the canvas, keeping his championship hopes alive.
The match had officially entered deep waters, crossing the twenty five minute mark. Both men were operating purely on instinct and adrenaline. The physical toll of the main event was evident in their heavy breathing and sweat drenched bodies.
Sandro slowly pulled himself up using the ropes. He looked at the challenger, knowing he had to end the match before Bray could utilize his dark magic again. Sandro stepped out onto the ring apron, climbing the turnbuckles with grueling effort. He balanced precariously on the top rope, looking down at Bray, who was slowly staggering to his feet in the center of the ring.
With a fierce shout, Sandro launched himself into the air, executing a breathtaking diving double foot stomp!
The impact was sickening. Sandro's boots drove directly into Bray's chest, completely collapsing the massive challenger.
The arena exploded!
"He hit it!" Cole screamed. "Sandro risked everything on the top rope and it paid off!"
Sandro scrambled into the cover, hooking both of Bray's heavy legs deeply.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THRE—NOOOO!"
Bray Wyatt thrust his thick shoulder off the canvas, breaking the pinfall just a fraction of a millimeter before the final count.
"I don't believe it!" Lawler shrieked, clutching his headset. "How did Bray Wyatt survive that stomp?! This is an absolute instant classic! Neither man refuses to stay down!"
Sandro sat up, his chest heaving, a look of unhinged fury washing over his face. He pushed himself up to his feet, stalking Bray as the monster slowly pulled himself up using the ropes. Sandro knew it was time to end it.
He backed into the corner, dialing it up, pointing a finger at the fallen challenger. He waited for Bray to push himself up to a kneeling position. Sandro charged forward, swinging his arm with maximum velocity, looking to finally connect with the Last Note elbow strike.
But as Sandro closed the distance, Bray suddenly turned around.
The Eater of Worlds raised his right hand, revealing the dark, parasitic glove covered in raised, infected veins.
The crowd instantly recognized the danger. The roar inside the Accor Arena was a deafening unified massive wave of sheer anticipation.
Sandro tried to stop his momentum, his eyes going wide with panic, but he was moving too fast.
Bray lunged forward. He thrust his right hand directly into Sandro's open mouth, locking two fingers tightly under the champion's tongue while grabbing the nerve under his jaw, applying the agonizing and inescapable Mandible Claw!
The crowd lost their absolute minds!
"HE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN!" Cole yelled at the top of his lungs. "THE MANDIBLE CLAW IS LOCKED IN DEAD CENTER OF THE RING!"
Sandro's eyes went wide with sheer terror. He let out a muffled, gurgling scream, grabbing Bray's arm with both hands, trying desperately to pry the dark, foul tasting glove out of his mouth. But Bray's grip was like a steel vice. The Eater of Worlds leaned back, applying maximum pressure to the sensitive nerves in the champion's jaw, a look of pure, sadistic joy on his face.
Sandro stumbled backward, his vision blurring. A thick white foam began to form at the corners of his mouth. His legs buckled, and the God King dropped heavily to one knee in the center of the ring.
"He is fading!" Lawler cheered. "The God King is going to pass out!"
"Sandro, fight it!" JBL begged, his voice cracking. "Don't you dare quit to this freak! You beat Mankind, you can beat him!"
Sandro dropped down to both knees. His arms grew heavy. The darkness was closing in, the agonizing pain in his jaw threatening to shut his brain down completely. He was seconds away from unconsciousness.
But Sandro Zhang was a once in a generation predator, and his refusal to lose was very clear.
A massive, terrifying surge of pure adrenaline flooded through Sandro's veins. With a guttural, muffled roar, Sandro planted his boots flat on the canvas. He forcefully pushed himself up to a standing position, lifting the two hundred and eighty five pound monster entirely off his feet while the hold was still locked in!
The crowd gasped at the terrifying display of raw power.
Sandro charged backward as fast as he could, driving Bray's spine brutally into the turnbuckles.
Crash!
The impact knocked the wind out of Bray, but the monster refused to let go. He kept the Mandible Claw locked in tight, squeezing even harder.
Sandro stumbled forward, his lungs burning for oxygen. He charged backward a second time, ramming Bray into the corner with even more terrifying force.
Crash!
This time, Bray's grip faltered. The dark glove slipped from Sandro's mouth, and Bray stumbled forward out of the corner, dazed.
Sandro collapsed against the ropes, gasping frantically for air, wiping the foam from his mouth. His eyes were wide, burning with a dark, unbridled, murderous fury.
Bray staggered toward the center of the ring, pulling at his own hair, trying to shake the cobwebs out.
Sandro hit the opposite ropes, building blinding, unholy speed. As Bray turned around, Sandro launched himself into the air, swinging his arm with the force of a wrecking ball.
CRACK!
The Last Note elbow strike connected squarely with the side of Bray's head. The sickening, bone jarring impact echoed through the entire arena.
Bray Wyatt went completely limp. He didn't even put his hands out to brace his fall. He collapsed face first into the canvas, entirely unconscious.
The Accor Arena fell into a shocked, stunned silence.
"He hit it!" Cole yelled, his voice rough with exhaustion. "Sandro Zhang survived the Mandible Claw and hit the Last Note! This could be it!"
Sandro didn't drop for the pin. His chest heaved as he stood over the fallen monster. He knew a simple pinfall might not be enough to keep the Eater of Worlds down. He needed to make sure Bray didn't get back up.
Sandro grabbed Bray by the back of the dark ring gear, hauling the heavy, dead weight of the challenger up from the mat. Sandro ducked under Bray's arm, ignoring the burning pain in his own ribs.
With horrifying, effortless strength, Sandro lifted the two hundred and eighty five pound monster onto his shoulders, locking him securely in the electric chair position.
"Oh my god," Lawler whispered in awe. "The sheer power of the God King."
Sandro looked directly at the hard camera, his eyes cold and devoid of any mercy. He dropped to his knees, driving Bray's head and neck directly into the canvas with a catastrophic, sickening Falls From Grace!
The impact was devastating. Bray's body folded awkwardly before collapsing completely flat on the mat.
Sandro hooked the massive leg tightly, staring up at the arena lights.
The referee dropped into position.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THRE—!"
"NOOO!"
The referee's hand froze a fraction of an inch above the blue canvas. Bray Wyatt's massive right shoulder shot upward, breaking the pinfall at the absolute last possible millisecond.
The Accor Arena in Paris erupted into a deafening, unified roar of sheer disbelief. The sound was a physical wave that washed over the ring, rattling the barricades and shaking the broadcast table.
"He kicked out!" Cole screamed, practically jumping out of his chair. "I don't believe what I just saw! Bray Wyatt kicked out of the Falls From Grace!"
"That's impossible!" JBL shrieked, ripping his headset half off his ears, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Nobody kicks out of that! The referee was out of position! That was a slow count! Sandro Zhang had him beat!"
"It was a perfect count, John, and you know it!" Jerry Lawler argued, clapping his hands together in absolute awe. "Bray Wyatt just absorbed the God King's best shot and he is still breathing! This monster refuses to die!"
Inside the ring, Sandro Zhang sat back on his heels. The cold, unhinged fury that usually dictated his movements vanished, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated shock. He stared down at Bray's sweat soaked chest, watching the slow, heavy rise and fall of the challenger's breathing. Sandro ran a trembling hand through his hair, looking at the referee with wide, desperate eyes.
The official held up two fingers, shaking his head firmly.
Sandro slowly pushed himself up to a vertical base, his ribs screaming in pain from the grueling twenty-five-minute war. He backed away into the corner, watching Bray begin to stir. The realization washed over the champion: his ultimate weapon had failed. If the Falls From Grace couldn't put the Eater of Worlds down, what would it take?
Sandro didn't wait to find out. Abandoning his usual calculated precision, the champion charged out of the corner with wild, reckless aggression. He dropped a heavy knee directly onto Bray's forehead, followed by a relentless barrage of mounted right hands.
"Sandro is losing his composure!" Cole noted as the referee stepped in, physically pulling the champion off the challenger. "He is fighting out of pure panic!"
Sandro shoved the referee aside, grabbing Bray by the hair and dragging the heavy veteran toward the ropes. With a fierce shout, Sandro clotheslined Bray over the top rope. Both men tumbled over the edge, crashing hard onto the ringside floor.
The fight spilled into the chaotic environment on the outside. Sandro was up first, fueled by adrenaline and a desperate need to retain his gold. He grabbed Bray, whipping him hard toward the steel ring steps, but Bray reversed the momentum.
Sandro hit the solid steel steps shoulder first. The heavy metal blocks separated with a loud, ringing clang. Sandro collapsed to the thin blue mats, clutching his arm in agony.
Bray Wyatt didn't follow up immediately. The monster leaned heavily against the ring apron, a dark, unsettling chuckle rumbling in his chest. He wiped a mixture of sweat and a small trickle of blood from his beard. He walked slowly toward the timekeeper's area, grabbing a steel folding chair.
"Bray has a chair! The referee needs to get out there and stop this!" JBL panicked.
The official leaned through the ropes, shouting his warnings and beginning a fast ten-count. Bray ignored the count. He swung the chair, aiming for Sandro's ribs.
But the champion's elite survival instincts kicked in. Sandro rolled desperately out of the way. The steel chair smashed loudly against the ring post, sending violent vibrations up Bray's arms and forcing him to drop the weapon.
Sandro capitalized instantly. He launched a ruthless thrust kick that buried deep into Bray's midsection. As the masked legend doubled over, Sandro grabbed him by the back of the dark Hawaiian shirt, violently slamming Bray's throat down across the top of the steel barricade.
Bray gasped for air, clutching his neck.
Sandro rolled back under the bottom rope to break the referee's count at eight, then immediately slid back out to the floor. He grabbed Bray by the hair, hauling the heavy challenger up, and dragged him toward the French announce table.
Sandro slammed Bray's face into the protective plastic hood of the desk once, twice, three times. The monitor screens flickered and died. Sandro cleared the heavy monitors away, sweeping the paperwork onto the floor. He grabbed Bray, hooking him for a suplex, intending to drive the monster through the wood and steel structure.
"Sandro is looking to end this outside the ring!" Lawler yelled. "He wants to destroy the challenger!"
But lifting two hundred and eighty five pounds dead weight after thirty minutes of war proved too much for the God King's damaged back. Sandro struggled to elevate his opponent. Bray shifted his weight, planting his heavy boots firmly on the floor.
With a guttural roar, Bray threw a heavy elbow to the side of Sandro's head, breaking the grip. Bray spun around, wrapping his thick arm around Sandro's throat, and executed a devastating, high angle uranage slam directly onto the unforgiving edge of the ring apron!
The sickening thud echoed through the front rows. Sandro's body folded awkwardly across the hardest part of the ring before he tumbled down to the floor, completely motionless.
"Good god!" Cole shouted over the deafening cheers of the Paris crowd. "Sandro's spine just collided with the ring apron! That could be a fractured vertebrae!"
"Get back in the ring, Sandro! Please get up!" JBL begged, his voice laced with genuine despair.
The referee's count reached seven. Bray, moving with a terrifying, methodical slowness, rolled his massive frame under the bottom rope, returning to the squared circle.
Sandro lay on the mats, his eyes glazed over. At the count of eight, his fingers twitched. At nine, operating purely on the muscle memory of a champion who refused to lose, Sandro threw his upper body forward, blindly grasping the bottom rope and dragging himself into the ring just a millisecond before the referee called for the bell.
The Accor Arena buzzed with a mixture of respect and hostility. The fans hated the God King, but they couldn't deny his legendary resilience.
Sandro pulled himself up using the ropes, barely able to stand straight. Bray was waiting. The monster charged forward, looking to take Sandro's head off with a massive flying crossbody block.
But Sandro found a hidden reserve of speed. He dropped flat onto his stomach, and Bray flew completely over him, crashing heavily onto the canvas.
Sandro pushed himself up, immediately targeting Bray's left leg. He wrapped his arms around the heavy limb, twisting sharply, and locked in a brutal, agonizing half crab submission hold right in the center of the ring!
"Sandro is trying to take away the base of the Eater of Worlds!" Cole yelled. "He knows he can't lift him anymore, so he has to make him tap!"
Bray screamed, his deep voice echoing off the walls. Sandro sat back deeply, applying maximum torque to the knee and lower back. Bray clawed at the canvas, his eyes wide and bloodshot. He dragged his massive frame forward, inch by grueling inch.
"Tap out, you freak! Tap out and acknowledge your God King!" JBL shouted, standing up from his chair.
With a final, desperate lunge, Bray extended his arm, his thick fingers wrapping tightly around the bottom rope.
The referee stepped in, forcing the break. Sandro let go at the count of four, collapsing backward, his chest heaving with sheer exhaustion.
Both men rolled slowly toward opposite corners. The match had crossed the thirty five minute mark. It was no longer a wrestling match, it was a brutal, grueling war of attrition. They pulled themselves up using the turnbuckles, leaning heavily against the pads, staring at each other across the twenty feet of canvas.
They staggered toward the center of the ring.
Smack. Bray threw a heavy right hand. The crowd roared.
Smack. Sandro fired back with a stiff forearm. The crowd booed.
Smack. Bray.
Smack. Sandro.
Smack. Bray.
Smack. Sandro.
They abandoned all strategy, standing toe to toe and trading vicious, echoing strikes. Sweat flew from their faces with every impact. Bray gained the upper hand, delivering a blistering sequence of lefts and rights that backed Sandro toward the ropes. Bray whipped Sandro across the ring.
As Sandro rebounded, Bray lowered his head for a back body drop. But Sandro stopped his momentum, kicking Bray sharply in the chest. Sandro jumped onto the middle rope, leaping backward, and caught Bray with a beautiful, high impact springboard moonsault press!
Sandro hooked both legs tightly.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"NO!"
Bray kicked out, launching Sandro completely off him.
Sandro landed on his feet, his frustration boiling over. He backed into the corner, dialing it up, stomping his boot on the canvas. He was going to try for the Last Note elbow strike one more time. He waited for Bray to stagger to his feet.
Sandro charged, swinging his arm with the force of a wrecking ball.
But Bray Wyatt ducked.
The momentum spun Sandro around. As the champion turned back, Bray caught him instantly, hooking Sandro's arms in a double underhook, pulling him into the terrifying embrace of Sister Abigail.
The Paris crowd lost their minds, fully realizing what was happening!
"He caught him!" Cole shrieked. "Sister Abigail is locked in!"
Bray didn't hesitate. He kissed Sandro firmly on the forehead and spun rapidly, driving the God King's face brutally into the canvas!
The impact shook the ring. Bray quickly rolled Sandro over, hooking the heavy leg.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
"THRE—NOOOO!"
Sandro Zhang thrust his shoulder off the mat. The referee waved two fingers in the air, his eyes wide with shock.
"I don't believe it!" Lawler yelled, clutching his head. "Sandro kicked out of Sister Abigail again! How much punishment can one human being take?!"
"He is the God King!" JBL roared in triumph, a massive, relieved smile spreading across his face. "You cannot kill this man! He is an unstoppable force of nature, and he is keeping his championship!"
Bray Wyatt remained seated on the canvas. He didn't look angry. He didn't argue with the official. He simply looked down at Sandro's broken, heaving body.
A slow, twisted, deeply unsettling smile spread across Bray's bearded face. He let out a low, echoing chuckle that chilled the blood of everyone watching.
Bray pushed himself up to his feet. He reached down, grabbing Sandro by the hair, and hauled the semi conscious champion up. Bray didn't go for another pin. Instead, he dragged Sandro toward the nearest corner, propping the champion up against the turnbuckle pads so he wouldn't collapse.
Sandro's eyes were glazed, his arms hanging limply at his sides. He was out on his feet.
Bray stepped back. He looked at Sandro, then looked out at the roaring crowd. Bray slowly extended his arms, offering a terrifying, theatrical bow.
"What in the world is he doing?" Cole whispered, genuine unease creeping into his voice.
Bray stepped forward, grabbing Sandro's limp right hand with his left, and wrapped his other arm tightly around the champion's waist. Bray dipped Sandro backward, holding him up in a bizarre, twisted ballroom pose.
Then, moving to a silent, horrifying rhythm only he could hear, Bray Wyatt began to dance. He spun the unconscious champion around, taking slow, deliberate waltz steps toward the dead center of the ring. He hummed a low, haunting melody that the ringside microphones picked up clearly. It was a macabre, deeply unsettling display of psychological warfare. "This is sickening!" JBL complained, a genuine shudder running through his frame. "He is playing with his food! The referee needs to stop this!"
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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, & 1x World Heavyweight Champion
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