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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!"
The crowd roared with rage, deafening, almost shaking the rafters. Then, in a vicious act of punctuation, Sandro snapped Shawn's head back with a thunderous superkick, laying him out flat again.
The Undisputed System raised their arms high, united in arrogance, Alexa at Sandro's side, her smile painted with cruelty. WrestleMania's supposed closing image, Shawn Michaels' farewell, his final bow, had been desecrated. Instead, the night closed with the Undisputed System standing tall over his carcass, hijacking the moment for their own selfish glory.
But then, something shifted.
As the Undisputed System bathed in their heat, reveling in the boos, the fans' noise suddenly turned. A new roar cut through the venom, swelling louder and louder until even the Undisputed System began to notice. It wasn't for them.
On the ramp, Undertaker, who had been halfway up, giving Shawn his stage, had stopped. His dark figure loomed under the lights as he turned back. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. And then he saw it, Shawn, sprawled out, battered and broken at Sandro's feet, the Undisputed System laughing in their cruelty.
The Deadman's fury ignited.
He spun, his imposing and intimidating figure loomed large, and he began marching back down the ramp with thunder in his stride. The crowd erupted into cheers so loud it was almost primal. For once, heel and face didn't matter. For once, every fan in the building wanted one thing, to see Sandro and his pack of wolves pay.
Even the commentary desk reflected it. Cole, who had been Sandro's loudest cheerleader for months, couldn't hide his disgust. "I can't believe what I'm saying, but Undertaker, God help me, get in there and destroy them!" he shouted, voice shaking with anger.
Lawler was already standing at the desk, headset nearly falling off. "Yes! Yes! Do it, Deadman! Make them pay for what they've done to Shawn!"
Striker was breathless, practically pleading. "This isn't about wins and losses anymore. This is about respect! Undertaker's not letting this go unanswered!"
The fans' cheers rolled like thunder, a wave crashing back against the arrogance of the Undisputed System.
Inside the ring, the Undisputed System was still basking in what they thought was their masterpiece of destruction. Sandro raised his hands high, soaking in what he believed to be even more recognition, grinning ear to ear as he thought the noise was for him.
Wade nudged Drew, both of them laughing and taunting fans. Ryback stomped around like an untamed animal. Alexa leaned over Shawn's limp body and mocked his "Heartbreak Kid" pose. They didn't realize the storm brewing behind them, until it was too late.
Undertaker slid into the ring, his massive frame cutting through the chaos like a blade.
Before Sandro or anyone could react, the Deadman struck. With a force that rattled the entire ring, he hit Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre with a double clothesline from behind, sending both men tumbling like rag dolls. The arena went berserk.
Alexa gasped and scrambled back to the corner, clutching the ropes, her face painted with shock. Sandro, flanked now only by Big E and Ryback, turned his fury toward the Deadman.
At first, Undertaker was unstoppable. He hammered Ryback with massive fists, staggered Big E with a big boot, and grabbed Sandro by the throat to roars of approval. But the numbers game soon caught up. Big E smashed him from behind. Ryback rammed him into the corner. Sandro, ever opportunistic, pounced, stomping and choking, driving the advantage further.
The Deadman, who had already gone to war with Shawn in one of the most brutal battles of his career, was running on fumes. And the Undisputed System were sharks circling blood.
Then Alexa struck. Slipping back into the chaos, she ducked low and delivered a vicious low blow to Undertaker, dropping the deadman to his knees. The crowd's cheers turned into venomous boos again, the arena showering the ring with hatred.
Cole shouted, disgust dripping from his voice: "Come on! That's sick! That's sick! This man gave everything he had tonight, and this is how they treat him?! This is beyond disgraceful!"
Lawler slammed his hand on the desk. "This is too much! Someone's gotta stop them!"
Striker shouted over the noise, "But who? Who's left? Who can stop them?!"
Barrett and McIntyre clawed their way back up, joining Big E, Ryback, Sandro, and Alexa in a five on one beatdown. Undertaker fought like a man possessed, but his body simply couldn't keep up. He was dragged down, stomped, crushed under the sheer numbers.
And then, slowly, almost painfully, Shawn Michaels stirred. The man whose career had just ended pushed himself to his feet, staggering, barely able to stand, but defiant to the last. The crowd roared in sympathy as Shawn threw himself into the fray, fists flying wildly, trying to help his rival but also brother in arms in some sense. For a brief moment, it looked like the two legends could turn the tide.
But it didn't last. Sandro barked orders, and the Undisputed System swarmed Shawn as well. The boos were deafening now, a mix of anger and despair, the audience crushed under the weight of seeing both Undertaker and Shawn broken at the hands of the new generation's wolves.
Cole's voice was hoarse now, straining through the headset. "This… this cannot be how it ends! This cannot be how Shawn Michaels' career is remembered!"
The crowd screamed for help, for someone, anyone, to even the odds. It seemed like the nightmare would end with Sandro and his pack standing tall once more.
And then—
The arena went black.
For a split second, everyone thought it was Undertaker's doing. But then…
Until the music hit.
"TIME TO PLAY THE GAME…"
Triple H's music blasted through the stadium. The crowd erupted like a bomb going off. Fans jumped out of their seats, screaming so loud the commentators' voices were drowned out. Cameras shook from the sheer noise.
Cole nearly lost his headset. "Oh my God, it's Triple H! The Game is here!"
Lawler shouted, voice breaking, "He's not gonna let this stand! He's coming for Sandro and the Undisputed System!"
On the stage, Triple H emerged, his face a mask of fury, a sledgehammer clutched in his hands. The camera cut to the ring, Sandro and the Undisputed System froze, stunned. Wade and Drew exchanged nervous looks. Alexa's face dropped. Big E and Ryback tried to keep their composure, but the tension was palpable.
Sandro then laughed. A cold, arrogant laugh that cut through the chaos. He motioned toward his men, pointing at Triple H. "It's five on one," he mouthed, smirking. "You're finished."
Triple H just smirked. A slow, knowing smile curling across his face. From the cameras' angle, only the home audience could see it clearly.
Then another sound hit.
"Are you ready?"
The speakers blasted the iconic words. The arena shook with the force of more than 70,000 voices exploding into one sound. D-Generation X's theme hit, and the place lost its mind.
"What?! WHAT?!" Lawler screamed, leaping to his feet. "No way! No way!"
The stage exploded with energy as a jeep rolled out, headlights blazing. On it stood Road Dogg Jesse James, "Bad Ass" Billy Gunn, X-Pac, and Tori, all the original DX crew, waving, yelling, fired up beyond belief, all grinning ear to ear, ready to bring chaos of their own.
The arena was thunder.
Cole's voice cracked with pure disbelief. "It's DX! It's DX! They're here!"
Striker was almost laughing from shock. "I never thought I'd see this again, DX, in full force, at WrestleMania!"
Lawler shouted over the roar, "Sandro and the Undisputed System thought they had the numbers game, but this is DX we're talking about! One of the greatest factions of all time, maybe THE greatest! And they're here to stand with their brothers!"
Decades of nostalgia, legacy, and rebellion collided into this moment.
Triple H climbed onto the jeep as it rolled down the ramp. The rest of DX hyped up the crowd, throwing crotch chops, shouting into the cameras, basking in the wave of electricity coursing through the stadium.
The Undisputed System inside the ring were pale with shock, frozen as the cavalry approached.
The commentary team was losing their minds. Cole shouted, "This is it! This is the battle line! The Undisputed System, the self proclaimed rulers of this new era, standing against the most rebellious faction in wrestling history, D-Generation X!"
Lawler yelled, "This is WrestleMania, baby! This is the moment we'll never forget!"
Striker, almost reverent, said, "Generations colliding. Legacy versus uprising. Chaos against rebellion. History is being written right before our eyes."
The jeep screeched to a stop at ringside. DX climbed out, Triple H leading the charge, his sledgehammer gleaming under the lights. Road Dogg cracked his knuckles, Billy Gunn smirked, X-Pac hyped the crowd, and Tori circled around like a predator.
Inside, Sandro quickly barked orders, pulling his crew together into a tight circle. He smirked, masking his sudden unease, and planted his foot arrogantly on Shawn's head, the ultimate act of disrespect, a final insult to one of the greatest of all time.
The crowd's fury was nuclear now, a sound so loud it was almost frightening.
Outside, Triple H tightened his grip on the sledgehammer. DX fanned out around the ring, Road Dogg jawing at Wade, Billy Gunn pointing at Ryback, X-Pac bouncing on his heels ready to go. Tori climbed onto the apron, glaring directly at Alexa Bliss.
The atmosphere was electric. The legends of the past and the wolves of the present were seconds away from colliding in a storm that would redefine WrestleMania forever. And at the center of it all, Sandro smirked, standing tall, defiant, even with the walls closing in.
Then at Triple H's signal, DX surged forward like wolves unleashed. The eruption from the fans was thunderous, rattling every inch of the stadium as the legends stormed into the ring.
Triple H made no hesitation. His eyes locked on Sandro, the young cocky wolf who had spat on Shawn's farewell and mocked the very legacy of the business. With the sledgehammer gleaming in his grip, he charged straight for him. Sandro braced, his trademark smirk faltering just slightly as The Game bore down.
The collision was explosive, Triple H swinging the sledgehammer with every ounce of fury he had. Sandro dodged the first shot, but the sheer momentum sent him stumbling, forced to retreat and defend himself with a mix of speed and arrogance. The crowd screamed every time the hammer swung, desperate to see it connect with the man who had turned WrestleMania into his playground of cruelty.
Elsewhere, the chaos spread like wildfire. Road Dogg zeroed in on Wade Barrett, fists flying in his old school brawler style. Barrett tried to fire back with his trademark stiff strikes, but Road Dogg ducked and weaved, pumping his fists in rhythm before cracking Wade with a series of jabs that sent the Englishman stumbling into the corner. The fans roared as Road Dogg pointed, hyped himself up, and smashed Barrett across the jaw with a right hand that nearly took him off his feet.
Billy Gunn, ever the powerhouse, didn't waste a second. He threw himself into the fire, not taking on one, but both Big E and Ryback. The two younger powerhouses snarled, surrounding him like lions about to pounce.
But Billy grinned, the years melting away as he planted his boots and dared them to come at him. And come they did. Ryback lunged first, but Billy ducked, scooped him up, and delivered a thunderous slam that rattled the canvas.
Big E tried to blindside him, but Billy fired back with a clothesline that sent the big man staggering. For a moment, the fans saw the Billy Gunn of old, fearless, cocky, and absolutely explosive.
X-Pac, fueled by the noise of the crowd, launched himself straight at Drew McIntyre. The young Scotsman, already seething from the earlier assault, swung wildly.
But X-Pac's speed was electric. He ducked a big boot, rebounded off the ropes, and nailed Drew with a spinning heel kick that sent him tumbling backward. The crowd ate it up, chanting "X-PAC! X-PAC!" as he bounced on his heels, fists pumping in pure adrenaline.
And then there was Tori. Slipping into the ring with fire in her eyes, she made a beeline for Alexa Bliss. Alexa, who had stood smugly mocking Shawn just moments before, suddenly found herself cornered by a storm of fury.
The two women clashed in the center of the ring, Alexa clawing and scratching, Tori unleashing forearms and slaps that echoed in the arena. Alexa tried to retreat, tried to slip out through the ropes, but Tori yanked her back in by the hair, the crowd roaring in delight as Alexa's smug composure crumbled into panic.
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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