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The three on one beatdown was absolutely merciless. Beth Phoenix tried to fight back, swinging wildly, but the numbers game was simply too much to overcome. Nikki and Alexa held the Glamazon's arms behind her back, setting her up for AJ to deliver a devastating Shining Wizard.
But suddenly, a loud, regal, completely unmistakable "WOOOOOO!" echoed through the arena PA system.
The Time Warner Cable Arena absolutely detonated. The pop was deafening, the kind of hometown reaction that shook the building to its very foundation.
"RECOGNITION" blasted through the speakers.
"OH MY GOD!" Cole screamed, completely losing his mind. "SHE IS BACK! SHE IS MEDICALLY CLEARED! CHARLOTTE FLAIR HAS RETURNED TO CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA!"
Charlotte Flair, stepped out from the curtain. She looked absolutely phenomenal, having recovered from the injury that had kept her sidelined for months. But she was not walking out alone.
Stepping out to flank her on the entrance stage were three of the most popular women in the locker room. Brie Bella, looking to exact revenge on her corrupted sister Nikki. The beautiful and dangerous Kelly Kelly. And the dynamic, high flying Eve Torres.
"The cavalry has arrived for the Divas division!" Lawler cheered wildly. "Charlotte brought backup! The locker room rebellion isn't just for the men!"
Charlotte pointed down the ramp, letting out another massive "WOOOOOO!" before the four women sprinted down the aisle toward the ring.
Inside the squared circle, AJ, Nikki, and Alexa looked up in absolute panic. The sheer numbers had suddenly turned against them. As Charlotte slid under the bottom rope, followed immediately by Brie, Kelly, and Eve, the Queens of the Undisputed System realized they were completely trapped.
Charlotte hit Nikki Bella with a devastating spear! Brie Bella tackled Alexa Bliss, unloading a flurry of right hands! Eve Torres hit a flying clothesline on AJ Lee!
The ring was completely cleared in a matter of seconds. AJ, Nikki, and Alexa scrambled frantically out of the ring, stumbling backward up the entrance ramp, clutching their jaws and glaring in furious disbelief at the united front standing in the ring.
Charlotte Flair helped Beth Phoenix to her feet, raising the Glamazon's arm in the air as the hometown crowd showered them with adoration. The Undisputed System had just suffered another massive, humiliating blow to their perceived invincibility.
As the broadcast rolled on, the frantic, chaotic energy established in the opening segment permeated the entire three hour show. Matches after matches ensued, delivering high stakes, breathless action. Backstage segments and promos were seamlessly inserted, chronicling the escalating paranoia of Paul Heyman and the mounting, terrifying focus of the God King as the main event drew nearer.
The Charlotte crowd grew louder with every passing hour, the anticipation for the historic fourteen man tag team match threatening to blow the roof off the arena.
Finally, the clock hit 10:45 PM. The ring crew swiftly cleared the canvas. The lights in the arena took on a tense, atmospheric hue.
The commentary team went dead silent for a moment, letting the electricity in the building speak for itself.
Suddenly, the lights violently flashed gold.
The heavy, distorted, oppressive bass drop of "SHOCK THE SYSTEM" completely hijacked the arena speakers.
The boos were instantaneous, deafening, and laced with absolute, unadulterated venom. The North Carolina crowd unleashed a tidal wave of hostility toward the entrance stage.
"Here they come," Cole announced, his voice grave and serious. "The golden empire. The absolute, undisputed monopoly of power in the WWE."
Stepping out from the curtain, moving with the terrifying, synchronized precision of a military death squad, was the Undisputed System.
They looked incredibly imposing. The WWE Tag Team Champions, Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre, marched out first, the gold gleaming around their waists. They were immediately followed by the massive, terrifyingly powerful World Tag Team Champions, Big E and Ryback. Next came the newly crowned NXT Tag Team Champions, Dolph Ziggler and Xavier Woods, who smirked arrogantly at the crowd. And finally, the high flying former Intercontinental Champion, Kofi Kingston.
They did not look like the battered, beaten down men from last week. They looked completely focused, devoid of emotion, operating under the absolute, divine mandate of the God King.
The ring announcer Justin Roberts stood in the center of the ring, raising his microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your fourteen man tag team main event!" Roberts boomed over the boos. "Introducing first, representing the Undisputed System! At a combined weight of over one thousand, seven hundred pounds... the team of Kofi Kingston, the NXT Tag Team Champions Dolph Ziggler and Xavier Woods, the World Tag Team Champions Big E and Ryback, the WWE Tag Team Champions Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre... The Undisputed System!"
The seven men marched down the long steel ramp. They didn't pander. They didn't pose. They slid under the bottom ropes and entered the ring as a unified, impenetrable wall of muscle.
Every single man who held a championship, Barrett, McIntyre, Big E, Ryback, Ziggler, and Woods, unfastened their belts. In a chilling display of arrogance and absolute confidence, they handed the massive collection of gold to the ringside crew through the ropes for safe keeping. They didn't need the belts to fight, they were there to execute a hit.
They stood in a line across the center of the ring, cracking their knuckles, staring a hole through the entrance curtain, waiting for the rebellion.
The arena lights went completely black.
The heavy, driving, aggressive Celtic rock beat of "Written in My Face" blasted through the sound system.
The crowd absolutely exploded!
"And here comes the Rebellion!" Cole shouted. "They are entering one by one! The absolute greatest collection of talent ever assembled on a single team to this date!"
Sheamus, the reigning Intercontinental Champion, stomped out from the curtain. His pale skin was stark against the dark arena, his fiery red hair spiked high. He didn't even bring his title to the ring. He simply pounded his chest, let out a massive, primal roar, and marched down the ramp, sliding into the ring and immediately getting face to face with Wade Barrett.
The music cut.
...Static.
The gritty, relentless, iconic guitar riff of "This Fire Burns" absolutely shattered the arena.
CM Punk walked out onto the stage. The Voice of the Voiceless wasn't smiling. He was wearing his taped wrists and his kickpads. His eyes were locked with homicidal intensity directly on the Undisputed System. He walked down the ramp, ignoring the fans, sliding into the ring to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Celtic Warrior.
The music shifted. The lights turned a dark, blood red.
The haunting, heavy metal chords of "Judas" echoed through the building.
Chris Jericho, completely consumed by the terrifying Painmaker persona, stepped through the curtain. His black spiked jacket and chaotic, smeared face paint made him look like a demon summoned specifically for this war. He dragged his black baseball bat across the steel grating of the stage before tossing it aside, stalking down the ramp to join the line.
"IF YA SMELLLLLLLL..."
The roof practically blew off the Time Warner Cable Arena!
"...WHAT THE ROCK... IS... COOKING!"
The fast paced, electrifying drumbeat hit, and The Great One stepped out into the lights. The Rock was entirely strictly business tonight. No sunglasses, no $500 shirts. He wore his black trunks and boots, his tribal tattoos glistening with sweat. He hit his signature pose on the turnbuckle before dropping down to stand next to Jericho, glaring across the ring at Big E.
The heavy, menacing rev of an 18 wheeler truck engine blasted through the speakers.
Big Daddy Cool, Diesel, emerged from the back. The seven foot legend towered over the entrance stage. He threw up the "too sweet" hand gesture, marching slowly, methodically down the aisle, stepping effortlessly over the top rope to add his massive frame to the rebellion's front line.
"CAN YOU DIG IT, SUCKA?!"
The funky bassline hit, and the six time World Champion, Booker T, stepped out. He was completely fired up, hitting his pose before sprinting down the ramp, sliding into the ring, and getting right into Dolph Ziggler's face, fully ready to throw hands before the bell even rang.
Six men were in the ring. The tension was so thick it was suffocating. The Undisputed System and the Rebellion were standing inches apart, a fourteen-man powder keg waiting for a single spark.
But they were missing their captain.
The arena fell into a breathless, anticipatory silence.
And then, the majestic, grand, and unbelievably iconic synthesized horns of "Pomp and Circumstance" echoed through the Charlotte arena.
The pop was historic. The fans didn't just cheer; they worshipped the sound.
The Macho Man Randy Savage stepped out from the curtain. He was wearing a spectacular, sequined, neon orange and purple cowboy hat and a heavily fringed jacket. The Madness was radiating off him in waves. He pointed his finger high into the sky, spinning it around, absorbing the absolute adoration of the WWE Universe.
Savage strutted down the long steel ramp, completely fearless. He climbed the steel steps, pulling himself up onto the top turnbuckle, raising both hands into the air, soaking in a standing ovation that literally shook the building's foundations.
Savage leaped down into the ring, taking his place at the absolute center of the Rebellion's line.
The tension inside the Time Warner Cable Arena was a physical, suffocating weight pressing down on the chest of every single person in the building.
Fourteen men, a staggering, unprecedented collection of absolute professional wrestling royalty and the modern era's most ruthless syndicate, were crammed inside the twenty by twenty squared circle. The air crackled with pure, unadulterated animosity.
The veteran WWE official, absolutely overwhelmed by the sheer, terrifying magnitude of the superstars surrounding him, stepped directly into the center of the ring. He waved his arms frantically, shouting at the top of his lungs, desperately trying to establish a modicum of order before the powder keg completely detonated.
"Get to the aprons!" the referee yelled, physically stepping between the massive frame of Big Daddy Cool and the equally terrifying bulk of Ryback. "Only two legal men! Everyone else to the outside, right now!"
It took nearly a full two minutes of aggressive, highly volatile maneuvering to clear the canvas. The sheer physical space required to accommodate twelve heavily muscled men standing on the ring aprons caused the top rope to sag noticeably under their combined weight.
On the left side of the hard camera, the Undisputed System arranged themselves like a golden, impenetrable fortress. Big E, Ryback, Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Kofi Kingston, and Xavier Woods lined the apron, their eyes locked onto their targets.
On the right side of the ring, the Rebellion stood shoulder to shoulder, a living, breathing Mount Rushmore of sports entertainment. The Rock, Randy Savage, Diesel, Booker T, Chris Jericho, and Sheamus gripped the tag rope, their expressions a mixture of absolute focus and homicidal intent.
Remaining in the center of the ring for the Undisputed System was one half of the new NXT Tag Team Champion, the arrogant and incredibly athletic Dolph Ziggler.
Remaining in the center of the ring for the Rebellion was the Voice of the Voiceless, CM Punk, his midsection still heavily taped from his brutal war with the God King just weeks prior.
The referee looked at Ziggler, who nodded and cracked his neck. He looked at Punk, who raised his taped fists, a dark, dangerous smile spreading across his face.
The official raised his hand high into the air and signaled the timekeeper.
DING! DING! DING!
"The bell has sounded!" Cole shouted, his voice practically trembling with adrenaline. "This historic, unprecedented fourteen man tag team match is officially underway! The entire landscape of the WWE hangs in the balance right here in Charlotte, North Carolina!"
"I have goosebumps, Michael!" Lawler cheered, bouncing in his seat. "Just look at the aprons! Everywhere you look, there is a future or current legends of this business! There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide!"
"This is exactly where the God King wants them!" JBL bellowed, instantly establishing his unwavering loyalty. "Sandro Zhang is a master of psychological warfare! He has forced these geriatric rebels into a confined space where his young, hungry, and perfectly synchronized Undisputed System can systematically tear them limb from limb!"
CM Punk and Dolph Ziggler slowly circled each other in the center of the canvas. The Charlotte crowd instantly erupted into a massive, echoing chant of "CM PUNK! CM PUNK! CM PUNK!"
Ziggler sneered, brushing his bleach blonde hair out of his eyes, and lunged forward for a collar and elbow tie up. But Punk, a master of technical striking, didn't want to grapple. Punk seamlessly sidestepped the tie up, snapping off a blistering, Muay Thai style inside leg kick that caught Ziggler perfectly on the thigh. The sound cracked through the arena, and Ziggler stumbled, wincing in immediate pain.
Punk didn't give him a second to breathe. He stepped in, unleashing a rapid fire combination of stiff left and right forearms to Ziggler's jaw, backing the Showoff into the ropes. Punk Irish whipped Ziggler across the ring, dropping his head to look for a back body drop.
Ziggler anticipated the maneuver, kicking Punk squarely in the chest. As Punk stood up, Ziggler hit the ropes, accelerating to top speed, and leaped into the air looking for his signature jumping DDT. But Punk simply swatted Ziggler out of the air, catching him by the waist, and effortlessly transitioned into a beautiful, high-angle bridging Northern Lights Suplex!
One! Two!
Ziggler kicked out forcefully, scrambling backward like a terrified crab toward his corner.
"Look at the ring rust on these veterans and legends!" JBL immediately criticized, despite Punk's flawless execution. "Punk couldn't even keep him down for a three count! Ziggler is utilizing the rope break strategy flawlessly to preserve his stamina!"
Ziggler desperately lunged forward, slapping the outstretched hand of Xavier Woods.
The Undisputed System's strategy became immediately apparent, rapid, chaotic tags designed to keep a completely fresh man in the ring at all times and overwhelm the older veterans with pure cardiovascular output.
Woods springboarded over the top rope, utilizing his elite cruiserweight speed. He ducked a wild clothesline from Punk, hit a rapid fire sequence of stiff kicks to Punk's taped ribs, and immediately tagged in Kofi Kingston before Punk could even recover!
Kofi vaulted into the ring, hitting the ropes, and connected with a devastating, leaping flying clothesline that finally knocked Punk off his feet. Kofi didn't go for a pin. He immediately dragged Punk toward the hostile corner and tagged Wade Barrett.
"The Undisputed System is operating like a swarm of angry hornets!" Cole yelled in dismay. "Three tags in the span of twenty seconds! They are rotating their roster with terrifying, mechanical precision to exploit Punk's injured ribs!"
Wade Barrett stepped over the top rope, his bare knuckle boxing background making him a lethal close quarters brawler. Barrett grabbed Punk by the hair, dragging him to his feet, and delivered a sickening, closed fist right hand directly to Punk's taped midsection.
Punk gasped for air, his face turning pale as he collapsed to his knees. Barrett delivered a brutal knee lift to Punk's face, snapping his head back, and turned to the crowd, raising his arms to soak in the deafening boos.
"That is exactly what the Triple Crown Champion ordered!" JBL praised. "Find the weakness and exploit it until the bone breaks! Barrett is tenderizing the meat!"
Punk, operating on pure, unadulterated survival instinct, used Barrett's arrogant taunting to his advantage. As Barrett turned back around, Punk lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the Englishman's waist, and drove him backward into the Rebellion's corner!
Punk desperately reached out and slapped the chest of Chris Jericho!
The arena absolutely unglued as the Painmaker legally entered the match!
Jericho leaped over the top rope, his smeared face paint giving him the appearance of an absolute psychopath. Barrett threw a wild right hook, but Jericho ducked underneath it, responding with a blistering, echoing knife edge chop to Barrett's chest!
SMACK!
Barrett staggered backward. Jericho stepped in and delivered another!
SMACK!
Jericho hit the ropes, accelerating to top speed, and launched himself into the air, connecting with a devastating flying forearm smash that took one half of the WWE Tag Team Champion down to the mat! Jericho popped up to his feet, completely ignoring the pain in his own battered body, and let out a primal scream that resonated through the entire building.
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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