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Up on the ramp, Wade Barrett had managed to find a steel pipe discarded by the production crew. He swung it with lethal force, catching Chris Jericho in the ribs. The Painmaker crumbled, clutching his midsection as Barrett and Drew McIntyre, who had managed to escape Sheamus, began to mercilessly stomp the Royal Rumble winner into the steel grating.
McIntyre then turned his attention back to the ring, his eyes locking onto the Celtic Warrior. McIntyre and Barrett slid under the bottom rope, immediately swarming Sheamus. They battered the Intercontinental Champion with a high low combination, Barrett hitting a running clothesline while McIntyre took out the knee.
"It's falling apart!" Cole cried out in absolute despair. "The Undisputed System is regaining control! They have taken out Diesel, they have taken out Booker T, and they are currently dissecting Sheamus and Jericho!"
"I told you!" JBL laughed maniacally, slamming the desk in pure, vindicated joy. "You cannot defeat the golden empire! The God King's meat shields are doing exactly what they are paid to do! They are absorbing the damage and eliminating the threats! The rebellion is being crushed into absolute dust!"
With the outside perimeter completely secured by his recovering enforcers, Sandro Zhang was free to focus all of his sociopathic fury on the two men left standing in the ring.
Sandro hit The Rock with a brutal, sickening knee strike directly to the jaw, dropping the Hollywood star to the mat. Savage tried to attack from behind, but Sandro caught him with a devastating, high angle spinebuster.
The God King stood tall in the center of the ring, breathing heavily, his chest covered in sweat and red welts. He looked around the arena, watching his boys systematically beat down the legends. He let out a cold, chilling laugh, raising his arms wide, soaking in the aggressive, heartbroken boos of the Buffalo crowd.
Sandro ordered Big E and Ryback into the ring. The two behemoths slid under the ropes, grabbing The Rock and Randy Savage, holding the exhausted, battered icons to their knees, presenting them for execution.
"This is the end of the line, Michael," Lawler whispered, his voice completely defeated. "Sandro is going to end their careers right here on Monday Night RAW. He is going to break The Rock and the Macho Man in half, and there is absolutely nobody left to stop him."
Sandro slowly rolled his shoulders, preparing to deliver the Last Note elbow strike to the back of The Rock's skull. He took a deep breath, cocking his arm back like the hammer of a gun.
But Sandro Zhang never got the chance to pull the trigger.
...Static.
The arena went completely, utterly silent for a fraction of a microsecond.
And then, the heavy, gritty, unbelievably aggressive guitar riff of Killswitch Engage tore through the arena PA system.
"EVEN THROUGH THE DARKEST DAYS... THIS FIRE BURNS ALWAYS!"
The Buffalo, New York crowd did not just cheer. They unleashed a sound so loud, so concussive, and so violently explosive that the camera lenses literally shook on their tripods. It was a roar of pure, unadulterated, desperate salvation.
"OH MY GOD!" Cole screamed at the very top of his lungs, completely losing his mind, his voice cracking into a high-pitched shriek. "LISTEN TO THIS ARENA! LISTEN TO THIS MUSIC! I DO NOT BELIEVE IT!"
"IT'S HIM!" Lawler shrieked, jumping up and down. "HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE!"
"NO! NO! NO!" JBL wailed, his face turning completely pale, burying his head in his hands. "HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOSPITAL! HE HAS BROKEN RIBS! HE CANNOT BE HERE!"
Stepping out onto the top of the entrance stage, staring down at the ring with absolute, unbridled, homicidal hatred, was the Voice of the Voiceless.
CM Punk had arrived.
He was not wearing his ring gear. He was dressed in taped wrists, a hoodie, and jeans. His midsection was heavily wrapped in thick white medical tape, a stark reminder of the brutal war he had fought against Sandro just two weeks ago at the Royal Rumble. But the pain meant absolutely nothing. The fire in his eyes was blinding.
And he was not alone.
Flanking him on his left and right were the massive, imposing, terrifyingly loyal enforcers of the Straight Edge Society, Luke Gallows and Joey Mercury. Both men were gripping their signature rusted, barbed wire wrapped baseball bats.
The moment Punk's music hit, the dynamic on the stage shifted instantly. The Queens of the Undisputed System, AJ Lee, Nikki Bella, and Alexa Bliss, who had been standing near the entrance holding Sandro's championships, let out high pitched screams of terror and immediately scattered, fleeing backstage to avoid the violence.
Paul Heyman, standing near the ramp, turned around and saw the barbed wire bats. The Special Advisor let out a horrifying shriek, dropped his manila folder, and literally sprinted into the crowd, tumbling over the barricade to escape the wrath of the Straight Edge Society.
CM Punk pointed his finger directly at Sandro Zhang in the ring.
"GET THEM!" Punk roared off-microphone.
Punk, Gallows, and Mercury sprinted down the long steel ramp like a pack of starved wolves.
"The numbers game has just completely, fundamentally shifted!" Striker yelled over the deafening noise. "The Undisputed System had eight! The Rebellion had six! But with the arrival of the Straight Edge Society, it is now a nine on eight advantage for the locker room! The odds have officially turned against the God King!"
Gallows and Mercury didn't even bother entering the ring. They went straight for the disposable muscle on the outside. Gallows swung his barbed wire bat like a golf club, catching Kofi Kingston perfectly in the midsection. Kofi crumpled to the floor, coughing violently. Mercury swung his weapon at Ziggler, tearing into the Showoff's back, taking him entirely out of the equation.
The sudden, brutal influx of reinforcements instantly galvanized the downed legends.
Seeing CM Punk sprinting toward the ring, Chris Jericho and Sheamus found a second wind. Jericho fought off Wade Barrett, hitting a desperate enzuigiri. Sheamus powered out of Drew McIntyre's grip, hitting the Scotsman with a devastating White Noise onto the steel grating of the ramp!
Diesel, pulling himself up by the barricade, grabbed a staggering Xavier Woods and military pressed him, literally launching the cruiserweight over the announce desk and into the laps of the commentary team!
"Watch out!" Cole yelled, diving out of the way as Woods crashed onto the monitors. "The Undisputed System is being completely annihilated!"
Inside the ring, Sandro Zhang's eyes widened in absolute panic. He released his grip on The Rock, backing away. Big E and Ryback immediately stepped in front of their God King, preparing to defend him.
CM Punk slid under the bottom rope. He didn't care about the pain in his ribs. He didn't care about the numbers. He charged directly at the two massive World Tag Team Champions.
Punk ducked a clothesline from Ryback, hitting a rapid-fire sequence of Muay Thai kicks to Big E's legs, chopping down the tree. As Big E stumbled, The Rock kipped up to his feet! The Great One grabbed Big E, spun him around, and planted him with a catastrophic Rock Bottom!
Ryback turned around to attack The Rock, but Randy Savage was waiting. The Macho Man grabbed Ryback, hitting a flawless, leaping neckbreaker that completely disoriented the Big Guy.
Punk grabbed Ryback, hauling the massive man onto his shoulders. With a scream of pure, agonizing exertion, ignoring the screaming pain in his taped ribs, Punk threw Ryback into the air and nailed the Go To Sleep! Ryback's eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed unconscious to the mat.
In the span of thirty seconds, the entire landscape of the brawl had been completely, definitively rewritten.
The disposable muscle was gone. Ziggler, Kofi, Woods, Barrett, McIntyre, Big E, and Ryback were all completely laid out, either unconscious on the arena floor or incapacitated inside the squared circle.
Sandro Zhang, the untouchable Triple Crown Champion, the self proclaimed God King of the WWE universe, slowly backed into the corner of the ring. He turned his head, looking left, looking right, and looking outside.
His golden army was dead.
His Speaker had fled into the crowd.
His Queens had left for safety.
For the very first time since the inception of the Triple Crown Era, Sandro Zhang was completely, utterly, and terrifyingly alone.
He slowly turned back to face the center of the ring.
The visual was the stuff of absolute legend.
Forming a tight, inescapable semi circle around the God King were the men he had tormented, abused, and insulted.
CM Punk, clutching his ribs, glaring with pure, unadulterated hatred.
The Rock, cracking his knuckles, an electric, dangerous smile on his face.
Chris Jericho, his smeared face paint making him look like a demon summoned from hell.
Sheamus, the Intercontinental Champion, beating his chest, demanding blood.
Big Daddy Cool, Diesel, stepping over the top rope, towering over the corner.
And the Macho Man Randy Savage, adjusting his wrist tape, the Madness burning brightly in his eyes.
"Look at this!" Cole screamed, his voice reaching a pitch that barely registered on human hearing. "Sandro Zhang is completely surrounded! He has nowhere to run! He has nowhere to hide! The God King has finally been brought down to the level of the mortals, and the mortals are out for absolute blood!"
"This is an execution!" JBL wept openly on the broadcast, unable to watch. "Have mercy on him! He is the champion! He is the franchise! Don't do this!"
"Mercy is for the weak, John!" Lawler laughed, a sound of pure, vindicated delight. "Sandro Zhang wanted a massacre tonight, and he is about to get exactly what he asked for!"
Sandro tried to fight his way out. He threw a desperate, wild right hand at CM Punk.
Punk simply leaned back, effortlessly dodging the blow, and smiled a dark, satisfied smile. Punk didn't even strike him back. He just took a step back, gesturing grandly with his hand, opening the floor to the men Sandro had disrespected tonight.
Sheamus stepped forward first.
The Celtic Warrior backed up, hit the ropes, and nearly took Sandro's head clean off his shoulders with a catastrophic, devastating Brogue Kick!
The impact sounded like a shotgun blast. Sandro spun 360 degrees in the air, his eyes completely glazing over.
But before the God King could hit the mat, Chris Jericho was there.
The Painmaker caught the falling champion, grabbed his head, pulled his knees up, and drove Sandro face first into his knee braces with a brutal, sickening Codebreaker!
Sandro bounced off Jericho's knees, stumbling backward, completely unconscious on his feet, held upright only by his own momentum.
Diesel was waiting. The seven foot giant grabbed Sandro by the throat. He hoisted the Triple Crown Champion effortlessly into the air, holding him suspended high above the ring, letting the Buffalo crowd soak in the visual of the powerless tyrant. Diesel dropped Sandro directly on the back of his neck with a catastrophic Jackknife Powerbomb!
The ring shook. Sandro lay flat on his back, completely lifeless.
But they weren't done.
The Rock stepped into the center of the ring. He looked down at Sandro. He looked out at the eighteen thousand fans. He kicked Sandro's arm, kicked his leg, and dramatically show off his elbow, to the electrifying roaring crowd.
The Great One hit the ropes, bounded over Sandro's body, hit the opposite ropes, and delivered the most electrifying move in sports entertainment, driving the People's Elbow directly into the heart of the God King!
The crowd counted along, the noise level absolutely deafening.
Finally, the sea of legends parted, clearing the path to the corner.
The Macho Man Randy Savage sprinted to the turnbuckles. He climbed to the very top rope with the speed and agility of a man possessed by the sheer, unadulterated magic of the moment. He stood tall, pointing both index fingers high into the Buffalo sky.
Savage leaped into the air, hanging suspended in time, a perfect silhouette of professional wrestling royalty.
He crashed down with devastating, pinpoint precision, driving his elbow directly into the sternum of the Triple Crown Champion with the signature Diving Elbow Drop!
The arena absolutely detonated. Confetti wasn't falling, but the atmosphere felt like the end of WrestleMania.
"THE ELBOW DROP!" Cole screamed, completely losing his mind, tears of joy in his eyes. "THE MACHO MAN HITS THE ELBOW DROP! THE GOD KING HAS FALLEN! THE GOD KING HAS BEEN ABSOLUTELY DECIMATED!"
"What an unbelievable opening segment to Monday Night RAW!" Lawler cheered, standing on his chair to applaud the carnage. "Sandro Zhang thought he was untouchable! He thought his empire was invincible! But tonight, the WWE locker room proved that the Triple Crown Era can bleed!"
Inside the ring, the scene was one of absolute, triumphant unity.
CM Punk, The Rock, Chris Jericho, Sheamus, Diesel, and Randy Savage stood in a circle around the unconscious, broken body of Sandro Zhang. They looked down at the tyrant they had just dismantled, and then they looked at each other. There were no egos right now. There was only the shared, profound satisfaction of watching an arrogant dictator finally get what he deserved.
The Rock raised Savage's arm. Punk nodded respectfully to Jericho. Sheamus held his Intercontinental Championship high into the air.
"The fans in Buffalo are going absolutely nuts, and rightfully so!" Cole shouted as the camera slowly panned back, showing the entire, sold out arena on their feet, chanting and cheering for the six men standing tall.
"The Road to WrestleMania has just been paved in absolute gold and brutality! Sandro Zhang's Undisputed System is in shambles, and the Rebellion is stronger than ever! We have to take a commercial break, but do not go anywhere! Monday Night RAW is completely out of control!"
The broadcast faded to advertisement, freezing on the iconic, unforgettable visual of the God King lying unconscious at the feet of the legends he tried to erase, cementing one of the most electric, chaotic, and deeply satisfying television segments in the history of sports entertainment.
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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