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But Big Show came right back, shoving Sandro into the corner and crushing him with a massive body splash that nearly flattened him. Striker's voice was steady, filled with awe. "This is the collision of generations. The giant, carrying Andre's legacy. The prodigy, fighting to carve his own destiny. WrestleMania will never forget this moment."
Big Show grabbed Sandro by the throat, lifting him high for the chokeslam. The crowd exploded, sensing the finish.
Cole shouted frantically. "No! Not like this! Sandro, fight it! Fight it!"
Lawler yelled over him. "Yes! Yes! Chokeslam him straight to the mat! End this, Big Show, end it now!"
But before the chokeslam could land—
The lights went out.
The stadium was plunged into pitch black. The roar of the crowd turned to gasps of confusion, screams, and the buzzing sound of tens of thousands of cellphones lighting up.
And then, just as suddenly, the lights came back on.
The entire arena let out a collective gasp at a sight that froze everyone's blood.
Four men and one woman stood outside of the ring, surrounding the ring. Each one wore a black hoodie and a white Anonymous mask, their faces hidden. The crowd gasped in unison, confusion and fear rippling through the arena.
"What the hell is this?!" Lawler shrieked. "What's going on here?! We're at WrestleMania, and this is happening?! Who are these people?!"
"Who are they?!" Striker demanded. "What are we looking at here?!"
Even Cole was thrown off, his usual confidence shaken. "This… this wasn't scheduled! This isn't part of the match! What is going on here?!"
Inside the ring, Big Show released Sandro, his eyes darting between the masked figures. He turned to Sandro and barked something, gesturing for them to fight side by side. "We'll take 'em together!"
Sandro nodded quickly, raising his fists, standing back to back with the giant as the five figures slowly climbed onto the apron. Show's booming voice echoed as he pointed at the strangers. "You want us? You want me? Let's go!"
The tension was unbearable. The crowd chanted "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
The masked strangers climbed onto the apron, surrounding the ring like wolves circling their prey. The tension was unbearable, the sound of seventy thousand fans reaching a deafening crescendo.
But then, something shocking happened.
With a sick grin, he delivered a ruthless low blow to Big Show, dropping the giant to his knees in agony.
The low blow landed flush.
Big Show's face contorted in agony as he collapsed to his knees, clutching his groin. The stadium erupted into boos so loud they rattled the rafters.
Cole's voice cracked. "No! No, wait! What is he doing?! They had a deal!"
Lawler screamed, "I knew it! I knew you couldn't trust him! He stabbed Show in the back just like he stabbed Cody! This is sick! This is sick!"
Striker's tone was filled with grim finality. "Big Show offered trust. And Sandro, true to form, shattered it. This isn't just a strategy. This is villainy. Big Show just signed his death warrant, exactly as I said."
The masked figures stepped into the ring now, surrounding the fallen Big Show. The fans braced, expecting them to turn on Sandro.
But then, shockingly, they pounced on Big Show instead.
Four men and the woman rained down stomps and punches on the giant, battering him relentlessly. Big Show tried to fight back, shoving them off, but the numbers overwhelmed him. He was dragged down, smothered under the assault.
The giant was swarmed, pummeled by fists and boots from all sides. He tried to fight back, but the numbers were too great. One kicked him in the knee, another chopped him down with a steel toed stomp, and another rained punches across his head.
The fans roared in outrage, thousands of boos raining down as their hero was torn apart.
And in the middle of it all, Sandro laughed.
He spread his arms wide, head tilted back, his laughter maniacal, echoing through the stadium.
The masked figures continued their assault, dismantling Big Show piece by piece as Sandro basked in the chaos, his grin stretched ear to ear.
Lawler's voice was raw with disgust. "This is an abomination! This was supposed to be about honoring Andre, about respect! And look at what we've got instead, Sandro and his masked thugs tearing down the biggest man in this match!"
Cole, regaining his composure, leaned into the moment. "This is genius! This is history in the making! Sandro has orchestrated the unthinkable! He's not just winning, he's building an empire!"
Striker's voice was heavy with meaning. "This isn't just about a battle royal anymore. This is about a statement. Sandro has just drawn the battle lines, and WrestleMania will never be the same again."
The scene was chaos incarnate. Big Show lay broken under the assault in the center of the ring, the crowd raging in fury, and Sandro Zhang stood tall, laughing like the devil himself as the five masked strangers stood behind him like loyal soldiers.
WrestleMania had witnessed the birth of something terrifying. And the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale would never be remembered the same way again.
Sandro's laughter finally began to fade, though the grin on his face didn't falter. He stood tall in the middle of the chaos, sweat dripping from his forehead, chest rising and falling like a lion that had just conquered its prey. With one hand still stretched outward to soak in the deafening wave of boos, he suddenly made a sharp motion with his fingers.
It wasn't random, this was a signal. The crowd immediately caught on, this wasn't over.
"What's he doing now?!" Lawler cried, his voice half panicked. "Hasn't he done enough damage tonight? Hasn't he humiliated Big Show enough?! For God's sake, this was supposed to be about Andre!"
Cole, though, practically salivated at the drama unfolding. "Oh, King, you don't understand it at all! Sandro is rewriting history before our very eyes!"
Striker's tone was measured, but the gravity of it bled through. "If what we're about to see is what I think it is… then WWE may never recover from this. History is being rewritten in real time."
The five masked strangers, standing behind him like soldiers awaiting orders, immediately straightened. The entire stadium could feel the anticipation shift in the air. Sandro tilted his head slightly and raised his hand again, this time motioning for them to pull off their masks.
The crowd erupted louder, not in cheers, but in an uncontrollable storm of boos mixed with curiosity.
Cole shouted into his headset, voice dripping with excitement. "Wait a second, wait just one damn second! Are we about to find out who they are?! Sandro's giving them the order! He's telling them to take off those masks! He's going to reveal them right here, at WrestleMania!"
Lawler was losing his mind at ringside, pacing in his chair. "But why? Why would he, why would he even want us to know? Unless… unless this was all planned from the very beginning! Don't tell me he's been plotting this the whole time! This is WrestleMania! This isn't how this is supposed to go!"
Inside the ring, the five masked strangers exchanged glances with one another. The tension was palpable, seventy thousand fans roaring in disbelief. Then, slowly, almost ceremonially, they raised their hands to their faces and peeled off the masks.
The crowd's gasp was thunderous.
The cameras zoomed in, faces revealed one by one.
Wade Barrett.
Drew McIntyre.
Big E.
Ryback.
And Alexa Bliss.
The boos turned into a wall of sound. People were standing on their feet, pointing, screaming. Signs were ripped down in frustration. Others clutched their heads, unable to believe what they were witnessing.
Cole nearly fell out of his chair, he was so excited. "YES! YES! It's them! Oh my God, it's them! Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Big E, Ryback, and Alexa Bliss! Do you people realize what this means?! The Undisputed System is here! They're reunited back! They're reunited back at WrestleMania!"
Lawler was pale, his voice trembling with anger. "No… no, this can't be happening! Not them! Not here! They nearly destroyed FCW, they nearly tore TNA apart, and now they're here in WWE?! We're doomed, Cole, absolutely doomed!"
Striker leaned in, his voice low and grim. "This is monumental. For those who don't know… the Undisputed System was more than a faction. They were a dynasty. They dominated FCW, they conquered TNA, and at one point, they all held championship gold at the same time. No faction in modern wrestling ever touched their dominance. And now, after losing everything in one night back then, they have come to WWE, on the grandest stage of them all. This… changes everything."
The shock in the stadium was electric. Everyone knew the names, everyone remembered the chaos they caused years ago. Fans who had followed Sandro from his FCW days were screaming in disbelief and horror, while the rest of the WWE universe booed so hard the building itself seemed to shake.
In the ring, Sandro turned to Alexa first his expression softening as Alexa Bliss stepped forward. She practically jumped into his arms, wrapping herself around him in pure joy. The boos only grew louder as she kissed him deeply on the lips, their embrace framed in the center of the ring under the bright lights of WrestleMania.
Cole nearly exploded at the desk. "YES! YES! Look at this! They're reunited! Sandro and Alexa, the power couple of the Undisputed System, right here in the middle of WrestleMania! This is beautiful!"
Lawler groaned so loud it was almost comical. "Beautiful?! This is disgusting, Cole! This was supposed to honor Andre the Giant, not turn into some love story between villains! Somebody get security out here! Somebody put an end to this madness!"
Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Big E, and Ryback clapped their hands at the display, smiling knowingly. The five of them had been through wars together, and tonight felt like a homecoming. Alexa broke the kiss, resting her forehead against Sandro's, their eyes locked as though the chaos around them didn't exist.
And then, a rumble from the mat drew everyone's attention.
Big Show.
The giant stirred on the mat, rolling over slowly, clutching his head and ribs after the brutal beating. He wasn't finished yet. The fans roared with hope as they noticed it too.
Striker pointed it out immediately. "Look! Look! Big Show's not done yet! The giant still has life in him! This story isn't over!"
Sandro's smirk returned the second he noticed. He gently set Alexa back down on her feet, his expression shifting from affection to pure malice. He looked at his men and snapped his fingers. The order was clear.
"Get him up."
The Undisputed System moved as one. Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre grabbed one massive arm each, Big E and Ryback taking the other, all four straining with their combined strength to drag the seven foot giant to his feet. The crowd booed harder, trying to will Big Show free, but he was groggy, too weakened from the assault.
Sandro climbed the turnbuckle, perched high above like a hawk about to strike. The crowd knew what was coming, their voices turning from boos to desperate cries of "NO! NO! NO!"
Big Show was barely on his feet, wobbling like a skyscraper about to fall.
And then Sandro launched himself.
Downfall DDT.
The move landed with a sickening impact, Big Show's head spiking into the mat. The ring shook under the force, and the crowd collectively gasped as the giant went limp.
Cole screamed at the top of his lungs, "DOWNFALL DDT! DOWNFALL DDT ON THE GIANT! He's done it! He's finished the Big Show!"
Lawler was nearly in tears. "This is too much! Somebody stop this! Somebody end this madness before they end Big Show's career!"
Striker on the other hand could only sigh. "This… this is execution. Big Show fought for Andre's honor, but Sandro and the Undisputed System have turned this night into their coronation."
Sandro wasn't finished. He barked another order, and with Drew, Big E, and Ryback's help, they dragged the deadweight of Big Show's body up and toward the ropes. The boos hit deafening levels, almost drowning out the commentators themselves.
The giant's body was heaved up over the top rope, his legs catching the edge for a moment before Sandro delivered the final shove.
Big Show toppled over the ropes and crashed to the floor outside.
The bell rang.
DING DING DING.
Tony Chimel's voice rang through the stadium, though it was nearly drowned by boos. "Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the inaugural Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale…SANDROOOOOOO ZHANGGGGG!"
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
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.
Other Achievments: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner (NEW)
Wrestelmania Record: 1 - 0 (NEW)