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"And they would have succeeded if it wasn't for the ultimate equalizer!" Cole praised. "The Rock, Chris Jericho, and the Intercontinental Champion Sheamus rushed the ring! They took out the Undisputed System, allowing Savage to take Drew by surprise and hit the diving elbow drop for the victory! The locker room come out to protect one of their own!"
"It was a four on one mugging!" JBL wailed, throwing his hands up in the air. "It was an illegal assault! They had no business being in that match! Savage is a coward who needed three other men to fight his battles! Sandro Zhang should have them all suspended!"
As the commentary team continued their heated debate, the arena lights suddenly dimmed.
The majestic, grand, and unbelievably iconic synthesized horns of "Pomp and Circumstance" echoed through the Buffalo arena.
The pop from the New York crowd was absolute, undeniable magic. The noise level skyrocketed, the fans immediately rising to their feet in sheer respect for the returning icon.
"Listen to this ovation!" Cole cheered. "The Madness has arrived in Buffalo!"
Randy Savage stepped out from the curtain, dressed in a spectacular, sequined, neon green and pink cowboy hat, and a matching fringed jacket.
But he was not walking out alone.
Stepping out from behind the curtain, flanking the legend, was the star studded alliance that have gone to save the WWE legend, those that have problem with Undisputed System as well.
To Savage's right stepped The Great One, The Rock, wearing his iconic Brahma Bull t-shirt and sunglasses, exuding pure, undeniable electricity.
To Savage's left stepped The Painmaker, Chris Jericho. He was wearing his spiked leather jacket and fedora, his face completely covered in the chaotic, terrifying black and white greasepaint, carrying his black baseball bat over his shoulder.
And walking right behind them, providing the heavy muscle for the group, was the Celtic Warrior, Sheamus. He wore a massive grin, the prestigious Intercontinental Championship gleaming brightly around his waist.
The Buffalo crowd absolutely lost their minds. The visual of these four men, representing multiple generations of main event dominance, standing united against the God King was pure, unadulterated fantasy booking brought to life.
"Look at this lineup!" Lawler shrieked in delight. "This isn't just an alliance, Michael! This is a super team! This is the Rebellion!"
"It's a gang of aging malcontents and a ginger thief!" JBL spat in disgust. "They are banding together because they know they can't survive the God King on their own! It is pathetic!"
The four men marched down the long steel ramp, completely absorbing the incredible energy of the sold out arena. Savage led the way, pointing at the fans, spinning his finger in the air. They walked up the steel steps, entering the squared circle as a unified front.
Savage walked over to the ringside timekeeper's area, demanding microphones from the crew. He grabbed four live mics, handing one to The Rock, one to Jericho, and one to Sheamus, before gripping his own tightly.
The iconic entrance music slowly faded out, leaving the arena echoing with the massive, sustained chants of the Buffalo crowd.
Savage stood in the center of the ring, looking at his three allies, and then turned his gaze out to the sea of fans. He slowly raised his microphone to his lips.
"Ooooooooh yeaaaaaah!" Savage growled, his legendary, raspy voice sending a physical shockwave of nostalgia through the building.
The crowd erupted into a massive cheer.
"Buffalo, New York!" Savage bellowed, pointing into the upper deck. "The Macho Man is in the building, and let me tell ya... the Madness is running wilder than it ever has before! Dig it!"
The fans cheered even louder as they heard the unmistakable, gravelly cadence of the Macho Man. Eighteen thousand people in the Buffalo arena hung on his every single word, completely captivated by the chaotic, kinetic energy that Randy Savage radiated from the center of the ring.
"Let me tell ya a little story about last week," Savage continued, his voice rising in pitch and intensity, pacing back and forth with his microphone held tight. "Last week on Monday Night RAW, I stood in the middle of this very squared circle, and I declared myself an official entrant into the Elimination Chamber match! Ooooooooh yeaaaaaah! The Macho Man is stepping into the steel structure to see if he can survive the danger zone! But to survive the Chamber, you gotta have momentum. You gotta have that rocket strapped to your back! So I put out an open challenge to anyone in the back who wanted to test the Madness!"
Savage stopped pacing, his neon framed sunglasses glaring toward the hard camera.
"But that open challenge was twisted, yeah," Savage snarled, his raspy voice dropping into a dangerous growl. "It was manipulated by a greasy, fast talking walrus named Paul Heyman and his little golden army. They didn't want a wrestling match. They wanted an execution! They sent out a big, bulky, angry Scottish psychopath to put a beating on me in a No Disqualification match!"
The Buffalo crowd responded with a massive, synchronized chorus of hostile boos at the mere mention of Drew McIntyre and the Undisputed System.
"They thought the Macho Man was going to be intimidated," Savage laughed, a wild, erratic sound that echoed through the arena. "They thought I was going to tuck my tail and run from the size of the Scottish Psychopath! But let me tell you something about size, yeah! The Macho Man has been in the ring with the biggest, the strongest, and the most brutal men to ever walk the face of God's green earth! I ain't afraid of Drew McIntyre! I've gone toe to toe with men who could block out the sun! I have stood across the ring from the Eighth Wonder of the World, Andre the Giant!"
The absolute fraction of a second the name "Andre the Giant" left Savage's lips, the New York crowd erupted into an incredibly loud, respectful, and thunderous pop for the legendary first ever WWE Hall of Famer. The historical weight of the comparison hung heavily in the air.
"That's right!" Cole cheered from the commentary desk. "Savage hit his flying elbow to Andre the Giant! He fought him in front of ninety three thousand people! Drew McIntyre is a monster, but he is not Andre!"
"It doesn't matter who he fought thirty years ago, Michael!" JBL argued, slamming his hand on the desk. "This is the Triple Crown Era! The past is dead and buried, and the Undisputed System is the present and the future!"
Savage stayed silent for a long moment, letting the massive ovation for Andre wash over the arena, a solemn nod of respect for his fallen rival and friend.
"I had that Scottish Psychopath exactly where I wanted him," Savage continued, his voice sharp and focused. "I had the upper hand. I was ready to hit the flying elbow drop and send him packing! But then, suddenly, the Undisputed System boys come crawling out from under the ring like the cowards they are! They came out under the direct orders of their mad leader, Sandro Zhang!"
Savage pointed his microphone aggressively toward the entrance stage.
"And let me tell you about his madness, yeah," Savage warned, his eyes wide behind his sunglasses. "The Macho Madness is about passion! It's about the fans! It's about taking it to the absolute limit! But the madness living inside the Triple Crown Champion? That is a dark, sick, sociopathic disease! He thought he could use his numbers game to make me lose my momentum before the Elimination Chamber! He thought he could end my comeback before it even truly began!"
Savage turned away from the stage, looking directly at the three men standing beside him in the ring. A wide, genuine smile broke through his thick beard.
"But fortunately for me, and unfortunately for the God King," Savage proclaimed, throwing his arm out to gesture to the star-studded alliance. "I had these great people come out to help me! I had the Celtic Warrior, the Painmaker, and The Great One watching my back!"
The fans clapped and cheered wildly as Savage formally acknowledged his saviors.
"Because of them," Savage bellowed, his voice reaching a crescendo, "the playing field was leveled! The numbers game was shattered! And because of them, the Macho Man picked up the win, picked up the momentum, and is walking into the Elimination Chamber ready to climb to the top of the mountain! Dig it!"
The arena completely unglued, the energy reaching a fever pitch.
The Rock stepped forward, the electricity practically rolling off his broad shoulders. He raised his microphone to his lips, and the crowd instantly transitioned into a massive, rhythmic chant of "ROCKY! ROCKY! ROCKY!"
The Great One let the chant breathe for a moment, a serious, intense expression on his face.
"The Rock hears you, Buffalo," the Rock began, his voice booming with undeniable, unmatched charisma. "And The Rock wants to make something perfectly clear. When The Rock, Chris Jericho, and Sheamus ran down that ramp last week in Jacksonville... we didn't do it just because we wanted a fight. We did it because it was the right thing to do."
The Rock turned to look directly at Randy Savage.
"We did it because you, Macho Man, are a living, breathing legend in your own right," The Rock stated, his tone dripping with absolute, profound respect. "You paved the way for every single man standing in this ring right now. You earned the respect of the boys in the back, you earned the respect of The Great One, and most importantly..."
The Rock spun around, pointing his microphone out at the massive sea of eighteen thousand screaming fans.
"...you earned the respect of every single person in this arena!" The Rock roared.
The Buffalo crowd absolutely exploded, honored by the acknowledgment.
"What the Undisputed System did last week wasn't just despicable," The Rock continued, his voice turning hard and angry, pacing the ring like a caged predator. "It was an absolute shame to this entire industry! They sent five men out here to beat down a man of your caliber! They tried to end a legend just to protect the fragile ego of a boy wearing a fake crown!"
The Rock stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes locked on the hard camera, addressing the God King directly.
"But you see, Sandro Zhang made a fatal miscalculation," The Rock sneered. "He forgot that his actions have consequences. He forgot that he has pissed off some of the baddest men to ever lace up a pair of boots! Because The Rock has animosity with the Undisputed System. The Painmaker has animosity with the Undisputed System. The Celtic Warrior has animosity with the Undisputed System!"
The Rock gestured to his allies, the unified front looking completely unbreakable.
"When we saw you in trouble, Macho Man, only the three of us dared to stand up at that moment," The Rock explained, his voice echoing through the arena. "We decided to walk down that aisle and introduce Sandro's boys to the bottom of our boots, because in this business, the enemy of the Undisputed System is our friend! And we will not stop until the God King's empire is completely burned to the ground! If ya smellllllllll... what The Rock... is... cookin'!"
The pop was deafening, the sheer star power in the ring creating an atmosphere of absolute magic.
"Listen to the unity!" Lawler shrieked in delight. "The locker room is finally fighting back! They are sick and tired of the God King's tyranny!"
Sheamus stepped forward next, unbuckling the prestigious Intercontinental Championship from his waist and throwing it casually over his massive shoulder. The Celtic Warrior had a fierce, unyielding grin on his pale face.
"The Great One hit the nail right on the head, fellas!" Sheamus boomed, his thick Irish brogue cutting through the cheers. "Sandro Zhang thinks he can rule this company with fear. He thinks if he sends his little lapdogs out to bite us, we'll just roll over and play dead. But he forgot that some of us actually love a good fight!"
Sheamus patted the gold on his shoulder.
"I took this Intercontinental Championship right out of the Undisputed System's greedy hands," Sheamus proudly declared, to the massive approval of the crowd. "I proved that they bleed just like the rest of us! So when we saw them trying to put the boots to a legend like Randy Savage, I didn't even have to think twice. I grabbed a steel chair and I went to work! Because as long as I have breath in my lungs, I will stand shoulder to shoulder with anyone who wants to bash the Undisputed System's heads in!"
Jericho was the last to speak. The Painmaker slowly raised his microphone. He didn't yell. He didn't project with the bombastic energy of The Rock or Sheamus. He spoke in a low, quiet, terrifyingly sociopathic whisper that forced the entire arena to fall dead silent just to hear him.
"Vengeance," Jericho whispered, the chaotic greasepaint on his face cracking as he smiled a dark, humorless smile. "That is the only currency that matters to me anymore. Sandro Zhang tried to end my life. He tried to break my neck. So I won the Royal Rumble. I punched my ticket to the main event of WrestleMania."
"And every single time the Undisputed System steps into this ring... every time they try to flex their muscle... I am going to be there. I am going to be the shadow that haunts them. I am going to tear away his protective shield piece by piece, until Sandro is standing all alone on the Grandest Stage of Them All, looking into the eyes of the man who is going to end his career."
The sheer, chilling conviction in Jericho's voice sent shivers down the spines of the commentary team.
"The Painmaker is absolutely unhinged!" Cole whispered. "He doesn't want to win a wrestling match; he wants to commit a homicide!"
"He is a menace!" JBL cried out in panic. "He is openly threatening the safety of the Triple Crown Champion! This entire alliance needs to be disbanded and fired immediately!"
Before JBL could continue his frantic complaining, the electric atmosphere in the arena was violently, aggressively hijacked.
The lights flashed a brilliant, blinding gold.
The heavy, distorted, oppressive bass drop of "SHOCK THE SYSTEM" practically blew the speakers out.
The cheers of the Buffalo crowd were instantly swallowed by a massive, hostile, and completely deafening tidal wave of boos. The sheer hatred for the faction was palpable, vibrating the floorboards of the arena.
"Oh, business is about to pick up!" Lawler yelled, adjusting his headset. "Here they come!"
Stepping out from the curtain was the absolute, unified, terrifying might of the golden empire.
Sandro Zhang, the God King himself, led the charge. He was flanked by the entire, heavily muscled roster of the Undisputed System, the World Tag Team Champions Big E and Ryback, the WWE Tag Team Champions Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre, Kofi Kingston, Dolph Ziggler, and Xavier Woods.
Walking nervously behind the wall of muscle was the Special Advisor, Paul Heyman, clutching his manila folder, looking incredibly stressed by the sheer amount of star power standing in the ring.
But Sandro Zhang looked entirely unbothered. The Triple Crown Champion was dressed in a sharp, custom tailored black suit. His ornate crown rested perfectly on his head. Draped securely around his waist was the World Heavyweight Championship, while the WWE Championship and the United States Championship rested casually on his left and right shoulders. He was a walking, breathing monopoly of power.
Sandro didn't march down the ramp. He stopped at the very top of the entrance stage, staring down at the four legends in the ring with a look of pure, unadulterated disdain. A ringside crew member nervously scurried up the ramp and handed Sandro a live microphone.
The music faded out, leaving only the aggressive boos of the crowd.
Sandro slowly raised the microphone to his lips, his dark, sociopathic eyes locking onto the men in the ring. "Look at the four of you," Sandro began, his voice smooth, cold, and entirely devoid of emotion. "Standing shoulder to shoulder in my ring, soaking in the cheers of these absolute peasants, pretending that you have somehow turned the tide of a war you have already definitively lost."
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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