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He cracked his knuckles, staring up the ramp at the massive Scottish enforcer preparing to march down to the ring. The main event was officially set. It was a clash of generations, a No Disqualification war designed to execute a legend, and the entire WWE Universe braced themselves for absolute brutality as the God King's vengeance was finally unleashed.
The heavy, ominous drone of the Scottish bagpipes continued to wail through the arena sound system, setting an incredibly tense, suffocating atmosphere. Drew McIntyre, the Scottish Psychopath, didn't run to the ring. He didn't pander to the furious crowd.
He marched down the long steel ramp with the slow, methodical, terrifying pace of an executioner approaching the gallows. His eyes, completely devoid of empathy, were locked entirely on the Macho Man standing inside the squared circle.
Standing on the entrance stage, Heyman lowered his microphone, a wickedly satisfied smirk spreading across his face. He waved his hand frantically toward the back.
"Get a referee out here!" Heyman barked off microphone, though the ringside cameras picked up his demands perfectly. "Get an official out here right now! We have an execution to officiate!"
Seconds later, a WWE referee came sprinting out from the Gorilla position. He bolted down the ramp, actually running right past the slow marching Scottish Psychopath, desperate to appease the General Manager.
The official slid under the bottom rope, instantly stepping between the two men. He gestured firmly for Randy Savage to back up into the near corner, giving the massive Undisputed System enforcer the space to enter.
Drew finally reached the bottom of the ramp. He wiped his boots on the apron, grabbed the top rope, and vaulted himself over it with terrifying, effortless agility for a man of his immense size. Drew unfastened the WWE Tag Team Championship from his waist, handing it unceremoniously to the ringside crew, and slowly backed into his own corner.
On the outside, Heyman waddled down the ramp, taking up his position at ringside. He folded his arms over his chest, his signature evil, sycophantic smile plastered across his face. He was absolutely relishing the impending destruction of a beloved legend.
The referee looked at Drew McIntyre, who simply nodded his head, cracking his neck from side to side. The referee then looked at Randy Savage. The Macho Man was bouncing lightly on his toes, his fists raised, his eyes burning with that undeniable, iconic Madness. Savage gave a sharp nod.
The official turned to the timekeeper and signaled for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
"The bell has sounded!" Cole shouted, his voice thick with a mixture of excitement and sheer dread. "This No Disqualification match is officially underway! It is a clash of absolute generations! Randy Savage going one on one with Drew McIntyre!"
"I am terrified for the Macho Man, Michael!" Lawler admitted, watching the two men slowly circle each other. "Drew is in his absolute physical prime. He is stronger, he is faster, and with no rules to hold him back, he is going to try and end Savage's life to please Sandro!"
"It is a beautiful thing to witness!" JBL cackled, leaning back in his chair, completely relaxed. "Savage stepped out of line! He put his hands on the God King, and now he has to face the reaper! Drew McIntyre is going to dismantle this nostalgia act piece by piece!"
The feeling out process lasted only a few seconds. Drew, operating on pure arrogance, charged forward, looking to completely bulldoze the older legend with a massive running clothesline.
But the ring IQ of Randy Savage had not diminished a single day. Savage effortlessly ducked under the heavy arm, utilizing his superior quickness.
As Drew turned around, Savage unleashed a lightning fast, chaotic flurry of classic, stiff left handed jabs that backed the much larger Scotsman into the turnbuckles. The Jacksonville crowd roared with every single punch.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Savage grabbed McIntyre's arm, whipping him across the ring. As McIntyre rebounded, Savage dropped low and hit a beautiful, leaping back elbow that caught Drew squarely on the jaw! Drew stumbled backward, completely shocked by the explosive speed of the veteran.
"Look at the Macho Man!" Cole cheered wildly. "He hasn't lost a single step! He is taking the fight directly to the Scottish Psychopath!"
"He's running on pure adrenaline!" JBL scoffed. "Let's see how long his lungs hold up! McIntyre just needs to get his hands on him once!"
Drew angrily wiped his jaw, his eyes narrowing into furious slits. He didn't charge blindly this time. He stalked forward, absorbing another jab from Savage, but then violently shot his hands out, wrapping his massive arms around Savage's torso. With a primal roar, he hoisted the legend into the air and executed a catastrophic, release belly to belly suplex!
Savage flew across the ring, crashing heavily onto his upper back and neck. The impact shook the ring boards.
Drew didn't go for a pin. He immediately rolled out of the ring, lifting the ring apron. Because this was a No Disqualification match, the rules of combat had been entirely thrown out the window. Drew reached under the ring and pulled out a solid steel chair, tossing it onto the canvas. He reached under again and retrieved a heavy wooden kendo stick.
"The weapons are coming out already!" Lawler yelled in panic. "Drew is bringing a small armory into the ring! Paul Heyman is out there laughing his head off!"
Drew slid back under the bottom rope, gripping the kendo stick tightly. Savage was just staggering to his knees. Drew didn't hesitate. He swung the bamboo weapon with terrifying velocity, cracking it viciously across Savage's back!
Savage cried out in agony, collapsing face first into the mat.
Crack! Crack!
Dew delivered two more blistering strikes, the sound echoing sickeningly through the Veterans Memorial Arena. Welts immediately began to form on the Macho Man's back.
"This is an absolute mugging!" Cole shouted indignantly. "Savage is completely defenseless against these weapons! The referee can't do a damn thing to stop it!"
"The referee isn't supposed to stop it, Michael, that's the beauty of the stipulation!" JBL praised, grinning from ear to ear. "The Undisputed System plays chess while everyone else is playing checkers! McIntyre is tenderizing the meat!"
Drew threw the splintered kendo stick aside. He grabbed the steel chair, setting it up flat in the center of the ring. He hauled Savage to his feet by his hair, hooking the legend's arms. Drew lifted Savage into the air, looking for a devastating Future Shock DDT directly onto the steel chair!
But Savage's survival instinct kicked into overdrive. Using every ounce of his remaining strength, Savage violently kicked his legs, shifting his weight backward. He managed to back body drop the massive Scotsman! Drew went flying over Savage's head, crashing awkwardly onto the canvas, narrowly missing the steel chair himself.
Savage, gasping for air, saw his opening. He rolled out of the ring, dropping to the ringside floor.
The referee immediately began his count.
...One!
While disqualifications were completely out the window, traditional count outs were still active. Savage couldn't stay on the outside forever, but he needed an equalizer. He reached under the ring and pulled out an aluminum trash can and a separate trash can lid.
...Two! ...Three!
Savage slid the trash can into the ring just as Drew was getting to his feet. Drew charged the ropes, looking to stomp Savage as he re entered, but the Macho Man was ready. Savage swung the metal trash can lid in a massive arc, smashing it directly into Drew's skull!
The loud CLANG resonated through the arena, and the Scottish Psychopath staggered backward, clutching his forehead.
Savage slid under the ropes, breaking the referee's count. He grabbed the trash can he had thrown in earlier. With a wild, manic look in his eyes, Savage leaped into the air, driving the base of the aluminum can flush into Drew's face! The can crumpled around Drew's head, and the massive enforcer collapsed to the mat like a felled oak tree.
"Oooooooh yeaaaaaah!" Lawler shrieked in absolute delight. "The Macho Man is giving Drew a taste of his own extreme medicine!"
Savage dove into the cover, hooking the leg tightly!
One! Two!
Drew powered his massive shoulder off the canvas, throwing Savage entirely off of him.
The match evolved into an instant, absolute classic. It was a perfect blend of high impact modern offense from McIntyre and brilliant, psychological, weapon assisted veteran strategy from Savage.
They brawled around the ringside area, resetting the referee's count multiple times. Drew slammed Savage spine first into the steel barricade. Savage countered by reversing an Irish whip, sending Drew crashing heavily into the steel ring steps.
As the match crossed the fifteen minute mark, the physical toll on both men was staggering. Savage was bleeding slightly from a cut above his eye, his breathing heavy and ragged. Drew's chest was bright red from a series of blistering chops, and he was favoring his left knee.
Inside the ring, Drew managed to cut off a flurry of Savage punches with a devastating Glasgow Kiss headbutt. The impact sent Savage stumbling backward into the turnbuckles. Drew followed up, hitting a brutal running clothesline in the corner, then hoisted Savage up onto the top turnbuckle.
Drew climbed up the ropes, looking for a catastrophic superplex.
"If McIntyre hits this from the top rope, it is all over!" Cole yelled. "Savage's body cannot take a fall like that!"
Savage fought back with absolute desperation. He delivered a series of sharp, biting right hands to Drew's ribs. Savage then grabbed the Scotsman's hair and violently slammed his face into the top of the ring post! Drew lost his balance, his eyes rolling back in his head, and he tumbled backward, crashing all the way down to the canvas with a sickening thud!
Savage stood alone on the top turnbuckle. The Jacksonville crowd rose to their feet in unified, deafening anticipation. He pointed both index fingers to the sky, preparing for his iconic diving elbow drop.
But just as Savage prepared to leap, the entire complexion of the match violently shifted.
Sprinting down the entrance ramp, moving with terrifying, coordinated urgency, were the remaining enforcers of the Undisputed System. Big E, Ryback, Wade Barrett, Dolph Ziggler, and Xavier Woods charged toward the ring. Sandro Zhang was nowhere to be seen, likely watching from his luxury suite, but his disposable army had arrived to finish the job.
"Oh, son of a bitch!" Cole screamed, completely abandoning his professionalism. "Here comes the golden army! The rest of the Undisputed System is here! This is exactly what we were afraid of!"
"It's perfectly legal!" JBL cackled, jumping up and down in his seat. "It's a No Disqualification match! Paul Heyman orchestrated this brilliantly! The God King's vengeance is absolute!"
The five men slid into the ring simultaneously. Savage, realizing the trap he was in, didn't back down. He leaped off the top turnbuckle, hitting a flying double axe handle that took Ziggler down! But the numbers game was an impossible hurdle.
Ryback hit a massive spinebuster that nearly folded the Macho Man in half. Big E immediately followed up with a colossal running splash, crushing the breath from Savage's lungs. Wade Barrett rained down bare knuckle right hands to the veteran's face.
The referee backed away into the corner, completely powerless. He waved his arms, shouting at them to stop, but without the threat of a disqualification, his authority was entirely meaningless.
Paul Heyman stood on the ring apron, screaming instructions, absolute psychotic joy radiating from his face as he watched the legend being systematically destroyed.
Drew, having recovered from his fall, slowly pushed himself up in the corner. He watched his stablemates soften up his opponent, a dark, sadistic smile returning to his face.
But the Undisputed System had made a critical miscalculation. They had focused all their attention on the prey inside the ring, completely forgetting the massive civil war they had ignited the night before.
Suddenly, from the top of the entrance stage, a massive, thunderous roar echoed through the arena.
The crowd didn't just pop, they absolutely exploded into a state of sheer, unadulterated pandemonium.
Sprinting out from the curtain were three of the most dangerous men in the entire WWE locker room. Chris Jericho, his face still painted from the opening segment, The Rock, wearing his iconic Brahma Bull t-shirt, and Sheamus, his newly won Intercontinental Championship strapped proudly around his waist.
But they weren't coming empty handed.
Each of the three men was gripping a heavy, solid steel folding chair.
"THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED!" Cole shrieked at the top of his lungs, his voice completely raw. "THE REBELLION IS HERE! JERICHO, THE ROCK, AND SHEAMUS ARE RUSHING THE RING!"
"Look at the absolute fire in their eyes!" Lawler yelled wildly. "They are not going to let Sandro Zhang's goons execute Randy Savage!"
"This is an illegal assault!" JBL squealed in terror, his confident demeanor vanishing instantly. "They aren't in this match! Someone call security!"
The roar of the crowd was so deafening that the Undisputed System boys inside the ring didn't even realize the threat was approaching until it was far too late.
The Rock, Jericho, and Sheamus hit the ring like a localized hurricane. They slid under the bottom rope, immediately swinging their steel chairs with lethal, blinding velocity.
CRACK!
The Rock obliterated Dolph Ziggler with a sickening chair shot to the back, sending the Showoff tumbling out of the ring!
CRACK!
Chris Jericho drove the edge of his steel chair violently into Wade Barrett's ribs, following it up with a chair shot across the Englishman's back that snapped the metal frame! Barrett rolled under the ropes in agony.
CRACK!
Sheamus, swinging with the strength of a Celtic giant, cracked his chair squarely over the massive skull of Ryback! The Big Guy was completely leveled. Big E tried to attack Sheamus from behind, but The Rock intercepted him, hitting a massive Spinebuster! Jericho followed up, hitting a beautiful Lionsault onto Big E, before Sheamus grabbed the powerhouse by the singlet and violently clotheslined him over the top rope to the floor!
Xavier Woods tried to run, but The Rock caught him, planted him with a Rock Bottom, and tossed him out of the ring entirely.
In less than twenty seconds, the element of surprise and the brutal application of steel chairs had completely cleared the ring of the Undisputed System's interference!
On the outside, Paul Heyman literally fell off the ring apron in sheer terror, scrambling backward up the ramp to escape the wrath of the three furious legends.
Inside the ring, utter chaos reigned. The referee, trying to maintain some semblance of order in the No DQ match, was caught in the crossfire of bodies.
Drew, realizing his entire protective shield had just been obliterated, saw his entire WrestleMania season flashing before his eyes.
He realized he was alone in the ring with Savage, Rock, Jericho, and Sheamus. Desperate, Drew backed into the corner, his eyes wild. He realized his only chance to survive the night was to end the match right now. Drew saw Randy Savage staggering to his feet in the center of the ring, completely disoriented from the beatdown he had just suffered.
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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