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The crowd exploded. Edge wasn't done, he hit a second massive spear, this time sealing the deal. The referee counted three, and the stadium erupted as Edge became the new World Heavyweight Champion. Pyro blasted, fans chanted his name, and Edge stood tall with the title raised high.
The Rated R Superstar had finally done it. Edge stood tall, drenched in sweat, both arms raised as he clutched the World Heavyweight Championship like it was his very lifeblood. Ten world championships behind him, and this one perhaps the sweetest of all.
This was the title reign nobody thought he'd ever have again after his career threatening Achilles injury. Yet here he was, proving the doubters wrong on the grandest stage of them all.
The camera zoomed in close as Edge's face told the whole story, relief, exhaustion, triumph, and the satisfaction of silencing Jericho in the most poetic way possible: by Spearing his smug grin right into the canvas, twice.
Pyro rained down behind him, golden sparks showering the stage as the crowd roared "EDGE! EDGE! EDGE!" with all the passion of seventy thousand strong. The Rated R Superstar clutched the belt tight to his chest before hoisting it high again, the emotion swelling in the air. The commentators all shared their final thoughts.
Michael Cole's voice practically cracked with joy. "Ten time world champion! Edge has risen from the ashes, he's defeated Chris Jericho, and tonight, tonight Edge proves once again why he is the Ultimate Opportunist, why he belongs at the top of the mountain!"
Jerry Lawler, almost giddy, chimed in. "This is one of the most inspiring moments I've ever seen, Cole. Everyone thought his career was over, and look at him now! He's on top of the world again! Edge is back, baby!"
Even Matt Striker was nearly reverent. "Gentlemen, make no mistake. This wasn't just a title win. This was vindication. This was destiny. Ten times a world champion, Edge just immortalized himself tonight at WrestleMania."
Edge leaned into the ropes, slamming the championship against his chest and shouting, "I told you!" to Jericho, who lay outside the ring clutching his ribs, stunned and beaten.
With a final victorious pose, Edge left the ring and made his way up the ramp, holding the World Heavyweight Championship high, the crowd still buzzing from the emotional rollercoaster they had just witnessed.
But WrestleMania waits for no man.
The lights shifted again, the adrenaline barely fading before the next chapter of the night unfolded, the fatal four way match for the WWE Divas Championship.
Kelly Kelly, the bubbly blonde champion, came to the ring with determination etched on her usually smiling face. She knew she was stepping into a warzone with three of the fiercest women in WWE, Michelle McCool, the arrogant and cunning half of LayCool, Beth Phoenix, the powerhouse "Glamazon", and Mickie James, the fiery fan favorite with a heart as big as her fight.
As soon as the bell rang, chaos erupted. There was no feeling out process. Beth went right after Michelle with heavy forearms, while Kelly and Mickie clashed in the opposite corner.
The pace was frantic, the crowd buzzing with surprise at how quickly these Divas pushed the envelope. Beth hoisted Kelly high into a gorilla press early, only for Mickie to deliver a missile dropkick that toppled both women. Michelle seized the opening with a vicious big boot that nearly took Mickie's head off.
The four competitors rotated in and out of the spotlight, each woman having a chance to shine. Kelly Kelly, often criticized for being less polished than her peers, showed surprising fire, pulling off a daring hurricanrana on Michelle that sent the fans into a frenzy.
Beth Phoenix demonstrated her incredible strength, at one point stacking both Kelly and Mickie on her shoulders before slamming them down in a jaw dropping display.
Mickie James fought with pure passion, her DDTs and high energy offense keeping her in the game, while Michelle constantly looked for cheap shots and shortcuts, proving why she was such a dangerous opportunist.
Near the end, the energy hit a fever pitch. Beth Phoenix flattened Mickie with the Glam Slam, and it looked like the title was hers. The referee dropped down for the count, one, two, but before the three, Kelly Kelly launched herself out of nowhere, drilling Beth with her K2 finisher right across the back of her head.
Beth collapsed across Mickie, leaving all three women down in a heap. Kelly crawled over, draping herself across both Beth and Mickie simultaneously, the referee counting, one, two, three!
The crowd erupted in shock. Kelly Kelly had done it. She had somehow retained her Divas Championship in the unlikeliest of fashions, pinning two of the division's top stars at once.
Cole shouted over the noise. "She did it! Kelly Kelly survives! She retains her championship against three of the best in the business!"
Lawler was stunned. "I can't believe it! I thought for sure Beth had it, but Kelly pulled it out at the last second! What a shocker!"
Striker leaned into his mic. "Call it luck, call it timing, call it instinct, but tonight, Kelly Kelly proved she belongs at the top of this division."
Kelly clutched her Divas Title close, tears in her eyes as the fans gave her a standing ovation. She raised the belt high, the crowd applauding her resilience as she walked up the ramp, still champion.
But there was no time to breathe. The stage was set for one of the most personal rivalries of the year, the WWE Championship match.
John Cena, the ultimate face of the company, came storming down to the ring to thunderous cheers. His jaw was set, his eyes laser focused. Tonight wasn't just about winning the WWE Title, it was about redemption, about taking back what Batista and Mr. McMahon had stolen from him after Elimination Chamber.
Batista, the reigning WWE Champion, walked with arrogance dripping from every step. The Animal reveled in the boos, his muscles glistening under the lights as he raised the championship high. To him, Cena was just another stepping stone, another victim of his ruthless dominance.
The bell rang, and the two bulls collided in the center of the ring. Fists flew, the impact of each blow echoing through the stadium. Cena and Batista exchanged power moves, each man trying to outmuscle the other. Every slam shook the ring, every counter brought the crowd to their feet.
The battle grew more brutal as it went on. Batista zeroed in on Cena's ribs, driving knees into his midsection, ramming him into the steel post, and delivering a spinebuster that nearly broke Cena in half. Cena, in classic fashion, fought from underneath, summoning the energy of the crowd, hitting his signature shoulder blocks and spinning side slam to roars of "Let's Go Cena!" chants.
The match escalated into a war of finishers. Batista escaped the Attitude Adjustment twice, while Cena somehow kicked out of a devastating Batista Bomb. The tension reached a breaking point when Batista hauled Cena to the top rope, climbing with him.
The crowd gasped as Batista hooked him, then drove him down with a top rope Batista Bomb that shook the ring. Cena bounced violently off the canvas, the air rushing out of the stadium as Batista covered, one, two, three.
Batista retained.
The boos rained down, deafening and merciless. Batista rose with a smirk, clutching the WWE Championship to his chest as if daring anyone to take it from him. Cena lay broken, sprawled across the mat, his eyes staring blankly at the lights above.
Cole's voice was thick with satisfaction "I told you, King! Batista will defend his title and retain it tonight. Cena might have gave his everything, but Batista proves why he's called The Animal."
Lawler shook his head. "I can't believe it. Cena had this match won multiple times, but Batista just wouldn't stay down. And that top rope Batista Bomb… I don't know if anyone could kick out of that."
Striker summed it up grimly. "Tonight, Batista walks out of WrestleMania still WWE Champion. But Cena will never forget this night. This war is far from over."
The tension in the arena was already sky high, and it was about to explode. The main event was here.
No Disqualification. Streak vs. Career. The Phenom vs. The Heartbreak Kid. The Undertaker vs. Shawn Michaels.
The arena went black. A single gong reverberated through the stadium, shaking the ground. Blue smoke filled the ramp as The Undertaker made his chilling entrance, the fans erupting in thunderous cheers. The Deadman walked slowly, methodically, every step heavy with finality.
Then Shawn Michaels' music hit. The fans exploded again, louder than before, torn between two legends they loved. Shawn emerged, full of defiance, eyes locked on Undertaker. For him, this was everything, his career, his pride, his chance to do what nobody else ever had.
The referee checked both men. The bell rang.
From the opening lockup, the match was magic. Undertaker and Shawn delivered a masterclass, every move deliberate, every counter perfect. Shawn used his speed, his agility, chopping the giant down with kicks and strikes. Undertaker countered with pure power, launching Shawn across the ring with brutal slams.
The action spilled outside, Undertaker delivering a leg drop on the apron that had fans wincing. Shawn, desperate, countered with a moonsault off the top rope that crashed through Undertaker and the announce table, drawing gasps from the crowd.
Back inside, the near falls piled up. Shawn hit Sweet Chin Music, one, two, Undertaker kicked out! Undertaker hit a chokeslam, then the Last Ride, one, two, Shawn kicked out! The tension was unbearable.
Finally, with both men exhausted, Shawn crawled up Undertaker's body, slapping him defiantly across the face. The crowd gasped, Undertaker's eyes narrowing with fury. He hoisted Shawn high, delivered a thunderous Tombstone Piledriver, and folded his arms across Shawn's chest. One, two, three.
The bell rang. The streak lived. Shawn's career was over.
The titantron lit up, 18 - 0. Pyro erupted, the fans torn between tears and cheers. Undertaker staggered to his feet, his body battered, his straps down. Shawn lay broken, tears in his eyes.
And then, in a moment of pure class, Undertaker helped Shawn to his feet. They spoke words only they could hear, then embraced. Undertaker left the ring, allowing Shawn his final moment with the fans who had adored him for decades.
The fans gave Shawn a standing ovation, chanting "Thank you, Shawn!" as Undertaker left the ring, allowing Michaels to soak in his moment. Tears welled in Shawn's eyes as he looked out at the crowd, bowing his head in gratitude.
But just when it seemed the night would close on this emotional note…
From out of the crowd came Sandro and the entire Undisputed System, Alexa, Wade, Drew, Big E, and Ryback. They stormed the barricade, sliding into the ring.
The boos were deafening, volcanic, shaking the University of Phoenix Stadium to its core. Fans screamed in anger, some throwing trash toward the ring, as Sandro and his army circled Shawn like vultures.
Through the sea of fans, chaos erupted as Sandro Zhang emerged, flanked by Alexa Bliss, Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Big E, and Ryback. The Undisputed System had returned again, storming the barricades and sliding into the ring.
Cole's voice was horrified. "No! Not now! Not like this! This is Shawn Michaels' moment, damn it, even though I love you Sandro, you can't do this!"
Lawler shouted over him. "That kid has no soul! He has no respect for this business! First the Battle Royale, then Bret Hart's match, and now this?! He's spitting in the face of every single legend that made WrestleMania what it is!!"
Striker's voice was grim. "Gentlemen… we're watching history. Not the history we want, not the history we asked for, but history nonetheless. The Undisputed System isn't here to be liked, they're here to take over. And tonight, they've chosen Shawn Michaels as their sacrifice."
Sandro struck first, leveling Shawn from behind with a huge foream to the back of his neck. The sickening thud echoed in the stunned arena. Shawn crumpled to the mat.
Then the Undisouted System pounced. Ryback and Big E hammered Shawn with crushing strikes. Drew and Wade stomped him down.
Alexa screamed encouragement as Sandro stood tall in the middle of the carnage, his smirk as wide as ever. The boos were nuclear. Sandro picked up Shawn by the hair, sneered at him, and shouted loud enough for the camera to pick up. "Your career's over because WE said so, not because of Undertaker. WE own this stage now!"
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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
Wrestelmania Record: 1 - 0