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He didn't strut, he marched toward the ring with the intent to destroy everything in his path. "Oh boy," Cole warned, his voice dropping an octave. "Business is about to pick up. Entrant number eight is Mark Henry! The World's Strongest Man is here to clean house!"
"This is a disaster for everyone in that ring!" Striker analyzed. "When Mark Henry is fresh, he is completely unstoppable! He is a human wrecking ball!"
Henry stepped over the top rope. The entire ring stopped fighting and turned to look at him. Ted DiBiase foolishly decided to attack first. He threw a right hand. Henry didn't even flinch. Henry grabbed DiBiase by the throat and threw him halfway across the ring with a casual flick of his wrist.
Chris Masters released the Masterlock on Chavo, puffing out his chest, stepping up to challenge Henry in a battle of pure strength. Masters threw a heavy clothesline. Henry absorbed it, let out a terrifying roar, and hit a running clothesline of his own that completely leveled the Masterpiece.
Chavo Guerrero, trying to utilize his speed, climbed to the top turnbuckle. He launched himself into the air, executing a beautiful diving crossbody.
But Mark Henry caught him in mid air with ease!
Henry caught the two hundred pound man like he was catching a football. He glared at Chavo, let out a grunt of disgust, and effortlessly launched Guerrero completely over the top rope! Chavo flew through the air, crashing onto the mats below.
"Chavo Guerrero has been eliminated!"
JTG thought he saw an opening. He charged Henry from behind, jumping onto his back and applying a sleeper hold. Henry didn't panic. He simply reached back, grabbed JTG by the hair, pulled him over his shoulder, and hit a devastating World's Strongest Slam in the center of the ring!
Henry picked up the unconscious JTG, hoisted him up into a military press, walked to the ropes, and callously tossed him out of the ring to the floor.
"JTG has been eliminated!"
"Mark Henry is an absolute monster!" Lawler screamed as the crowd roared. "He just eliminated two men in less than sixty seconds! He is clearing the deadwood!"
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
"WHAT'S UP?!"
The hip hop beat dropped, and R-Truth emerged, not from the entrance stage, but from the crowd! He rapped his way down the stairBZZZZZT fiving the fans, bringing an incredible burst of chaotic energy to the arena.
"Entrant number nine is R-Truth!" Cole announced. "And he is bringing the energy!"
Truth leaped over the barricade, slid into the ring, and immediately went on the offensive. He hit a flying corkscrew elbow on DiBiase, dropping him to the mat. Chris Masters staggered to his feet, and Truth caught him with a beautiful, high angle Lie Detector spinning forearm!
Masters stumbled backward, completely dazed, right into the massive clutches of Mark Henry.
Henry grabbed the Masterpiece, hoisting him high into the air. Masters weighed nearly two hundred and seventy pounds, but Henry lifted him with terrifying ease. With a primal roar, Henry executed the World's Strongest Slam, shaking the entire ring.
Henry didn't even bother trying to toss him over the ropes conventionally. He scooped the unconscious Masters up like a child and simply dumped him over the top rope to the floor.
"Chris Masters has been eliminated!"
"Mark Henry has three eliminations!" Striker yelled. "He is utterly dominating this match!"
"He's a brute!" JBL complained. "But he lacks the refined strategy of the Undisputed System! He'll tire out eventually!"
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
The rhythmic, traditional Punjabi drums echoed through the TD Garden. The crowd let out a massive, awe struck gasp as a towering, seven foot one shadow blocked out the entrance lights.
The Great Khali slowly lumbered out onto the stage. He raised his massive arms, looking down at the ring with a blank, terrifying stare.
"Oh my God," Lawler whispered. "Entrant number ten is The Great Khali! The Punjabi Playboy is here!"
"Look at the sheer size of him!" Cole exclaimed. "We have a true clash of titans brewing in that ring!"
Khali slowly walked down the ramp, stepping effortlessly over the top rope.
The action in the ring completely stopped. Booker T, R-Truth, and Ted DiBiase scrambled to the corners, desperate to stay out of the crossfire.
In the center of the ring, Mark Henry turned around. The World's Strongest Man looked up at the Punjabi Giant.
The crowd buzzed with incredible anticipation as the two massive behemoths stood face to face.
Ted DiBiase, realizing his Royal Rumble dreams were slipping away, made an incredibly stupid decision. He charged Khali from behind, looking to hit a chop block.
Khali didn't even turn around fully. He simply swatted backward with his massive hand.
SMACK!
The giant Punjabi brain chop caught DiBiase perfectly on the top of the skull. The impact sounded like a baseball bat hitting a watermelon. DiBiase collapsed to the mat, completely unconscious.
Khali reached down, grabbed DiBiase by the waistband of his trunks with one hand, hoisted him up into the air, and casually tossed him over the top rope like a piece of discarded garbage.
"Ted DiBiase has been eliminated!"
Khali turned his attention back to Mark Henry. The two titans collided!
Henry threw a massive right hand. Khali absorbed it, firing back with a heavy clubbing blow to Henry's back. The two behemoths locked up in a test of pure strength, the ring physically shaking under their combined weight.
In the corners, Booker T and R-Truth watched the absolute carnage, catching their breath, waiting for an opportunity to survive.
"The ring has been cleared of the pretenders!" Cole shouted over the noise of the battling giants. "We are only ten men into this match, and the destruction is already catastrophic! Booker T, Mark Henry, R-Truth, and The Great Khali are the only survivors! Who is coming out next?!"
The giant digital clock materialized on the massive TitanTron, the two-minute interval having expired once again. The Boston crowd immediately picked up the chant, pointing toward the stage.
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
"BOOYAKA! BOOYAKA! 619!"
The explosive, high energy hip hop anthem of Rey Mysterio blasted through the TD Garden, and the Boston crowd instantly erupted into a massive, deafening cheer. The legendary luchador burst out from behind the curtain, a blur of colorful masks and boundless energy, sprinting down the ramp before sliding effortlessly under the bottom rope.
"Entrant number eleven is the Ultimate Underdog, Rey Mysterio!" Cole shouted, his voice cracking with excitement. "And he is stepping into a ring filled with absolute monsters!"
"He's a fly in a room full of swatters, Michael!" JBL laughed callously. "Mark Henry or The Great Khali are going to swat him right out of the air and into the front row!"
Mysterio didn't hesitate. He knew that standing still in a ring with titans was a death sentence. Khali and Henry were still locked in their colossal test of strength in the center of the ring. Rey hit the ropes, accelerating to maximum speed, and launched himself into the air, connecting with a beautiful springboard dropkick directly to the back of Khali's massive knees.
The Punjabi Giant buckled, dropping to one knee. Mysterio bounced off the opposite ropes, dialing it up, and delivered a blistering 619 directly to Khali's spine! The impact sent Khali stumbling forward, completely off balance, right into the waiting arms of Mark Henry.
The World's Strongest Man didn't waste the opportunity. With a primal, earth shaking roar, Henry grabbed Khali by the trunks, used the giant's own forward momentum, and violently clotheslined the seven foot one behemoth entirely over the top rope! Khali crashed to the arena floor with a thud that shook the barricades.
"The Great Khali has been eliminated!"
"What incredible teamwork!" Striker analyzed brilliantly. "Mysterio used his speed to compromise the giant's base, and Henry used his raw power to finish the job!"
R-Truth and Booker T immediately swarmed Mysterio, trying to ground the high flyer, as the digital clock on the Titantron appeared once again.
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
The heavy, booming bass of Ezekiel Jackson's theme song hit the arena. "Big Zeke" marched out, a terrifying mountain of muscle, looking entirely unbothered by the carnage unfolding inside the squared circle.
"Entrant number twelve is the personification of domination, Ezekiel Jackson!" Cole announced.
Jackson stepped over the top rope, his chest puffed out. R-Truth foolishly broke away from Mysterio and charged the newcomer. Big Zeke caught Truth effortlessly, pressing him high above his head with terrifying ease, before dropping him throat first across the top turnbuckle.
Henry turned his attention to Jackson. The two massive powerhouses locked eyes, and the Boston crowd began to buzz. They collided in the center of the ring like two freight trains. Meat slapped against meat as they traded heavy, clubbing blows, neither man willing to give an inch of ground.
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
A fast-paced, techno beat ripped through the speakers. "Air Bourne!" Evan Bourne sprinted down the ramp, bringing a completely different, high risk dynamic to the match.
"Entrant number thirteen is Evan Bourne!" Lawler cheered. "If he takes to the skies, no one in that ring is safe!"
Bourne vaulted onto the top rope, perfectly balancing himself, and launched a breathtaking diving crossbody that wiped out both Booker T and Rey Mysterio. Bourne popped up, utilizing his elite kicking arsenal to deliver a series of stiff, martial arts strikes to Ezekiel Jackson's thighs, desperately trying to chop down the big man.
Jackson roared in anger, looking to hit a massive clothesline, but Bourne ducked, executing a flawless standing moonsault right onto Jackson's chest!
"He's putting on a clinic!" Cole praised.
"He's wasting his time!" JBL fired back. "Flipping around the ring doesn't eliminate two hundred and eighty pound men!"
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
The aggressive, driving rock theme of Jack Swagger hit the speakers. The "All-American American" marched out, a cocky smirk on his face, looking to assert his technical dominance.
"Entrant number fourteen is former World Heavyweight Champion, Jack Swagger!" Striker noted. "This man has elite amateur wrestling pedigree. He knows how to manipulate body weight and leverage, which is crucial in a Royal Rumble!"
Swagger slid into the ring, immediately shooting a double-leg takedown on Evan Bourne. He dragged Bourne up, executing a brutal gutwrench powerbomb.
R-Truth attempted to blindside Swagger, but the collegiate All-American countered beautifully. Swagger caught Truth, hoisted him up onto his shoulders, and sprinted toward the ropes, dumping R-Truth violently over the top cable to the floor below!
"R-Truth has been eliminated!"
"Swagger makes an immediate impact!" Cole yelled.
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
The heavy, militaristic drumbeat of Vladimir Kozlov's theme echoed through the arena. The "Moscow Mauler" marched to the ring with zero expression on his face, a cold, calculated brawler ready to inflict pain.
"Entrant number fifteen is Vladimir Kozlov!" Lawler said, shivering slightly. "This guy doesn't wrestle; he fights!"
Kozlov entered the ring and immediately targeted Ezekiel Jackson. The two massive men engaged in a stiff, unforgiving brawl, throwing heavy Sambo strikes and clubbing forearms. Kozlov backed Jackson into the ropes, delivering a brutal battering ram headbutt to Jackson's chest.
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
The heavy Irish drums and wailing guitars hit the PA system. The newly crowned Intercontinental Champion, Sheamus, stepped through the curtain. The Celtic Warrior was riding an incredible high after dethroning Kofi Kingston earlier in the night, and he looked hungry for more gold.
"Entrant number sixteen is the new Intercontinental Champion, Sheamus!" Cole cheered. "And he has a massive target on his back after humiliating the Undisputed System!"
"He got lucky, Cole!" JBL screamed. "And luck runs out in the Royal Rumble! The God King is watching!"
Sheamus charged the ring like a raging bull. He grabbed Jack Swagger, hitting a massive Irish Curse Backbreaker. He turned to Vladimir Kozlov, trading incredibly stiff European uppercuts with the Russian powerhouse.
Evan Bourne, looking to make a massive statement, climbed to the top turnbuckle. He waited for Sheamus to turn around, launching himself into the air for his spectacular Air Bourne shooting star press.
But the Celtic Warrior was waiting.
As Bourne flipped through the air, Sheamus cocked his heavy leg back and launched a catastrophic, mid air Brogue Kick! The boot caught Bourne flush in the jaw, violently stopping his momentum and sending the high flyer tumbling backward, completely over the top rope, crashing onto the mats below!
"Evan Bourne has been eliminated!"
"My God!" Lawler shrieked. "Sheamus just kicked Evan Bourne out of the sky! The Celtic Warrior is on an absolute tear!"
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
The arena plunged into absolute darkness.
"IF YA SMELLLLLLLLLLL..."
The TD Garden didn't just pop, the foundation of the building physically shook. The roar was deafening, a visceral, earth shattering wave of pure, unadulterated excitement.
"...WHAT THE ROCK... IS COOKING!"
The legendary instrumental beat hit, and The Great One stepped out from behind the curtain. He wasn't wearing a track jacket or $500 silk shirts tonight. The Rock was in his iconic black trunks and boots, his massive, heavily tattooed physique glistening with baby oil. He looked exactly like the man who had dominated the Attitude Era, and he was ready for war.
"OH MY GOD!" Cole screamed at the top of his lungs, completely losing all professional composure. "ENTRANT NUMBER SEVENTEEN IS THE GREAT ONE! THE ROCK FINALLY APPEARED AT THE MATCH!"
"Listen to this crowd!" Striker yelled, taking his headset off momentarily just to hear the roar. "The roof has officially blown off the TD Garden! The People's Champion has arrived!"
The Rock sprinted down the ramp, sliding into the ring. The entire landscape of the match instantly shifted.
Jack Swagger was the first to charge him. The Rock ducked a clothesline, hit the ropes, and exploded with a massive leaping clothesline of his own. Vladimir Kozlov tried to ambush him from behind, but The Rock spun around, caught Kozlov, and planted him into the canvas with a devastating spinebuster!
The Rock popped up, pacing the ring with that iconic, electrifying energy. He grabbed Kozlov, hauling the heavy Russian up, and tossed him effortlessly over the top rope!
"Vladimir Kozlov has been eliminated!"
Jack Swagger staggered to his feet, trying to lock in an ankle lock, but The Rock kicked him away. The Rock grabbed Swagger, set him up, and delivered a catastrophic Rock Bottom in the center of the ring! He dragged Swagger's limp body to the ropes and dumped him over the side!
"Jack Swagger has been eliminated!"
The Rock turned around, the crowd chanting his name at a deafening volume. He locked eyes with Booker T.
The two legends slowly walked to the center of the ring. Booker T held up a hand, looking at his palm, and hit a quick, taunting Spinaroonie! The crowd cheered. The Rock simply stood there, slowly raising the People's Eyebrow to absolute, legendary heights. The fans lost their minds at the sheer nostalgia of the standoff.
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
The fast paced, electronic beat of Tyson Kidd's theme hit. The final graduate of the legendary Hart Dungeon sprinted out, looking desperate to make a name for himself.
"Entrant number eighteen is Tyson Kidd!" Cole announced. "He has incredible technical ability, but he is walking into a ring filled with absolute icons!"
Kidd utilized his speed, immediately hitting a beautiful springboard dropkick on The Rock, staggering The Great One. Kidd then turned to Mark Henry, unleashing a flurry of rapid fire kicks to the big man's legs.
It was a fatal mistake.
Henry absorbed the kicks, letting out a terrifying roar. He caught Kidd by the throat, hoisted him up into a massive military press, took three steps toward the ropes, and violently hurled the young superstar completely out of the ring!
"Tyson Kidd has been eliminated!"
"Mark Henry is an immovable object!" Lawler yelled. "Tyson Kidd lasted less than forty seconds!"
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
A loud, piercing siren echoed through the arena, followed by the deep, revving sound of an eighteen wheeler truck engine.
The Boston crowd gasped, recognizing the sound, before erupting into a massive, nostalgic roar.
Out stepped the seven foot monster, dressed in his classic black leather pants and singular black glove. Big Daddy Cool had returned.
"Are you kidding me?!" Cole shrieked, jumping out of his chair. "IT'S DIESEL! THE LEGEND IS BACK IN THE WWE! ENTRANT NUMBER NINETEEN IS BIG DADDY COOL!"
"What an unbelievable surprise!" Striker cheered. "This Rumble is full of legends! Diesel hasn't been in a WWE ring in years!"
Diesel slowly, confidently swaggered down the ramp, stepping effortlessly over the top rope. He immediately confronted Ezekiel Jackson. The two powerhouses traded massive, clubbing blows, but Diesel utilized his height advantage, delivering a brutal knee to Jackson's gut, followed by a massive big boot that nearly took Big Zeke's head off.
Booker T tried to ambush Diesel from behind with a scissors kick, but Diesel caught him! Diesel hoisted the five time champion up onto his shoulder, walked to the ropes, and callously dumped Booker T over the top cable to the floor!
"Booker T has been eliminated!"
"Diesel just eliminated Booker T!" Lawler yelled. "Big Daddy Cool is not here to play games, he is here to main event WrestleMania!"
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
"SHOCK THE SYSTEM!"
The arena was instantly bathed in harsh, oppressive golden light. The cheers immediately morphed into a loud, visceral chorus of boos.
Out stepped Wade Barrett, a dark, arrogant smirk on his face. The Undisputed System had officially entered the Royal Rumble.
"Entrant number twenty is Wade Barrett!" Cole warned, his voice filling with dread. "And here comes the cavalry! The God King's empire is beginning its infiltration of the Rumble match!"
"It's about damn time!" JBL cheered loudly, standing up and applauding. "Order is about to be restored! Wade Barrett is the tactical genius of the Undisputed System! Watch him systematically dismantle these relics!"
Barrett didn't sprint. He marched to the ring with total, cold confidence. He slid under the bottom rope and immediately sought out the biggest threat. He attacked The Rock from behind, delivering a stiff forearm to the back of The Great One's neck.
Barrett dragged The Rock into the corner, burying his knees into The Rock's midsection, unleashing a barrage of brutal, bare knuckle strikes that had been honed in the underground fighting pits of England.
Ezekiel Jackson tried to intervene, grabbing Barrett by the shoulder. Barrett spun around, dodging a clothesline, and delivered a catastrophic Bull Hammer elbow strike directly to Jackson's temple!
The massive powerhouse was out on his feet. Barrett grabbed him by the trunks and easily tossed him over the top rope!
"Ezekiel Jackson has been eliminated!"
"Wade Barrett strikes with surgical precision!" Striker noted. "The Undisputed System is making their presence felt immediately!"
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
"YOUR TIME IS UP, MY TIME IS NOW!"
The blaring horns of John Cena's theme song hit the TD Garden, and the reaction was an absolute, chaotic masterpiece. The arena instantly split down the middle. Half the crowd erupted into deafening cheers, while the other half unleashed a chorus of visceral, passionate boos.
"And the roof just blew off the TD Garden again!" Cole screamed. "Entrant number twenty one is John Cena! The franchise player has arrived!"
Cena sprinted out from the curtain, a blur of neon green, saluting the hard camera before sprinting down the long steel ramp. He slid into the ring like a man possessed, immediately dodging a clothesline from Sheamus.
Cena hit his signature flying shoulder tackles on the Celtic Warrior, following it up with his twisting spin out powerbomb. Cena popped up, throwing his hand in the face of Diesel, who had just turned around.
Cena hoisted the seven foot giant onto his shoulders! The sheer functional strength was unbelievable. With a massive roar, Cena executed the Attitude Adjustment, launching Big Daddy Cool directly over the top rope, sending the legend crashing to the arena floor!
"Diesel has been eliminated!"
"John Cena just AA'd a seven footer over the top rope!" Lawler shrieked.
But Cena didn't have time to celebrate. He turned around, and the entire TD Garden fell absolutely, deathly silent for a fraction of a second.
John Cena was standing face to face with The Rock.
The two biggest stars of their respective generations, standing dead center in the middle of the Royal Rumble match. The crowd realized what they were witnessing and absolutely lost their minds. The noise was deafening.
"CENA SUCKS! ROCKY! CENA SUCKS! ROCKY!"
The Rock sneered, slowly raising the People's Eyebrow. Cena smirked, raising his hand and waving it in front of his face, his signature "You Can't See Me" taunt.
They collided! The two icons traded heavy, echoing right hands, the crowd living and dying with every single strike, completely ignoring the other five men brawling around them.
"This is a WrestleMania main event happening right before our very eyes!" Cole screamed, his voice raw.
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
"I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD..."
The slow, methodical theme of Randy Orton echoed through the arena. The Viper walked out, his eyes locked in a dead, sociopathic stare, completely immune to the chaos unfolding in the ring.
"Entrant number twenty two is The Viper, Randy Orton!" Striker announced. "He is arguably the most dangerous man in this entire match! He can strike from absolutely anywhere!"
Orton slid into the ring. Rey Mysterio, looking to capitalize on the newcomer, launched himself off the top rope for a seated senton.
But Orton didn't even flinch. He caught Mysterio in mid-air, spinning him around, and executed a catastrophic, mid-air RKO!
The crowd erupted! Orton immediately grabbed Mysterio's limp body and tossed him over the top rope!
"Rey Mysterio has been eliminated!"
Orton popped up, his eyes wide, pounding the mat with his fists. He slithered across the ring, intercepting a charging Wade Barrett, and hit his signature snapping powerslam.
"The Viper is striking everything that moves!" Lawler cheered.
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
"SHOCK THE SYSTEM!"
The golden lights flashed again, and the hostile boos returned with a vengeance.
Drew McIntyre stepped through the curtain, a dark, sadistic scowl on his face.
"Entrant number twenty three is the Scottish Psychopath, Drew McIntyre!" Cole groaned. "The Undisputed System now has two men in the ring! The numbers game is slowly becoming a reality!"
"It's a beautiful strategy, Michael!" JBL gloated. "They are reinforcing the front lines! Sandro Zhang's empire is taking over the Royal Rumble!"
McIntyre entered the ring and immediately locked eyes with Wade Barrett. The two enforcers and WWE Tag Champs nodded, forming an instant, unbreakable alliance. They targeted John Cena, double teaming the franchise player in the corner, stomping him mercilessly.
Orton tried to intervene, but McIntyre caught him with a devastating Glasgow Kiss headbutt, before Barrett followed up with a stiff big boot that grounded The Viper.
"The Undisputed System is working with flawless synergy!" Striker noted worriedly. "They are neutralizing the biggest threats in the ring by hunting as a pack!"
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
"WEEEEELLLLLLL... IT'S THE BIG SHOW!"
The arena shook as the seven foot, four hundred pound giant stepped through the curtain. The Big Show marched down the ramp, looking absolutely dominant.
"Entrant number twenty four is the World's Largest Athlete!" Cole announced. "How on earth do you eliminate a four hundred pound giant?!"
"You don't!" Lawler yelled. "Big Show is an absolute favorite to win this whole thing!"
Big Show stepped over the top rope. McIntyre and Barrett, blinded by their own arrogance, decided to charge him simultaneously.
Big Show simply grabbed both of them by the throat! He squeezed, lifting both Undisputed System members off their feet, before executing a massive, double chokeslam right in the center of the ring!
The crowd popped loudly as the giant stood tall.
Mark Henry stepped up. The two absolute largest men in the entire WWE roster stood face to face. They began to trade incredibly heavy, clubbing blows, their massive fists thudding against each other's chests like sledgehammers.
"TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
BZZZZZT!
"SHOCK THE SYSTEM! "
The boos rained down once again. Out walked Dolph Ziggler, slicking his blonde hair back, an arrogant smirk on his face.
"Entrant number twenty five is the Showoff, Dolph Ziggler!" Cole yelled in despair. "That makes three! Three members of the Undisputed System are now officially in the Royal Rumble match!"
"The takeover is nearly complete!" JBL laughed hysterically. "The God King's army has officially gained a massive tactical advantage! They are going to secure the victory for the empire!"
Ziggler slid into the ring, immediately dodging the brawl between Big Show and Mark Henry. He rushed over to Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre, helping his stablemates back to their feet.
The three men grouped together in the corner, exchanging rapid instructions. They looked across the ring at the Big Show, who had just managed to knock Mark Henry down to one knee.
Ziggler, Barrett, and McIntyre moved with terrifying precision. They swarmed the giant. Ziggler leaped onto Big Show's back, locking in a sleeper hold to cut off the giant's oxygen and pull his weight backward. McIntyre began delivering a series of brutal, stiff kicks to the back of Big Show's knees, forcing the massive athlete to buckle.
Wade Barrett hit the ropes, accelerating to top speed, and delivered a catastrophic Bull Hammer elbow strike directly to Big Show's temple!
The giant was completely dazed. Working in perfect unison, Ziggler, McIntyre, and Barrett grabbed Big Show, hoisted his massive four hundred pound frame up, and using all their combined strength, shoved the World's Largest Athlete completely over the top rope!
Big Show crashed to the arena floor with a thunderous impact!
"The Big Show has been eliminated!"
"I don't believe it!" Cole screamed in absolute horror. "The Undisputed System just eliminated the Big Show! They are functioning like a hit squad! They are systematically taking out the biggest threats in the match!"
"It is an absolute masterpiece of strategic execution!" JBL cheered, giving them a standing ovation. "Sandro Zhang trained these men perfectly! They are a golden machine, and they are not going to be stopped!"
Mark Henry, Sheamus, The Rock, Cena, and Orton were all scattered across the canvas, battered, bruised, and trying to catch their breath.
Standing tall in the center of the ring, forming an impenetrable triangle of golden loyalty, were Wade, Drew, and Ziggler. The Undisputed System boys looked at the carnage surrounding them, arrogant smirks on their faces, completely owning the ring as they waited for their next victim.
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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