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Both crashed to the mat with the arena exploding in shock at the pace. Cole practically screamed, "THESE TWO ARE NOT WASTING ANY TIME TONIGHT!"
Lawler laughed breathlessly. "They've been waiting YEARS to fight like this again!"
Striker said with awe, "This is personal. This is deep. And this is the kind of opening you expect at SummerSlam."
Both men staggered up at the same time. Orton struck first with a hard kick to Cena's ribs, followed by another uppercut that rocked him. Cena stumbled backward, and Orton went for the quick advantage, grabbing the back of Cena's neck and slamming him head first into the turnbuckle.
Cena hit the corner hard, but he didn't stay down. Orton grabbed him again, pulling him into a short-arm clothesline that dropped Cena to his back.
Randy tried for an early cover.
1!
Cena kicked out immediately.
Randy didn't argue. He simply slithered back to his feet, stalking Cena as he rose. Cena tried to shake the cobwebs, but Randy sent him crashing onto the mat again with a stiff dropkick, picture perfect, right on the jaw.
The fans booed hard.
Orton didn't react. He dragged Cena up by the head, pushed him into the ropes, and launched him into the opposite side.
Cena came back—
FLYING SHOULDER TACKLE!
The crowd roared.
Cena hit another one.
Orton popped up, Cena ducked under the clothesline.
SPIN OUT POWERBOMB!
The fans screamed because they knew what came next.
Cena looked down at Orton…
Wiped his hand…
And waved it across his face.
"YOU CAN'T SEE ME!"
He hit the ropes—
Came back—
FIVE KNUCKLE SHUFFLE!
The ring shook.
Orton rolled away, clutching his jaw, but Cena grabbed him and hoisted him onto his shoulders for the AA—
But Orton slid off behind him, shoved Cena into the ropes, and snapped him backward with a vicious back breaker.
The crowd booed louder than ever as Orton stood over Cena with that venomous smile returning to his face.
Cole groaned, "Vintage Orton! He saw the AA coming and countered it in a heartbeat!"
Randy stomped Cena's ribs, then his chest, then both arms, slow, deliberate stomps like he was crushing an insect. Cena writhed but kept pushing up, defiant.
Orton grabbed Cena's head, dragged him between the ropes, and delivered that Hanging DDT, except Cena fought back. He powered out, lifting Orton and tossing him over the top rope, sending him crashing to the floor below.
The fans roared.
Cena shook the stiffness out of his arms, exited the ring, and grabbed Orton by the waist, ramming him spine first into the barricade.
Orton screamed in pain, collapsing to a knee.
Cena didn't stop. He hooked Orton's arm and whipped him hard into the steel steps. The top part flew off.
Orton tumbled to the ground, clutching his shoulder.
The referee yelled for them to get back in the ring, counting loudly.
Cena rolled Orton back in at the count of eight.
Randy crawled toward the corner, trying to create distance, but Cena kept the pressure, lifting him again for the AA.
He had him—
Orton's legs kicked—
And Orton elbowed Cena across the skull, forcing Cena to drop him.
Orton landed on his feet behind Cena.
The crowd screamed.
Orton coiled.
Cena turned—
POWERSLAM!
A lightning fast, absolute snap of a move that planted Cena square in the middle of the ring.
Lawler yelled, "WHAT A POWERSLAM!!"
Striker added, "That's one of Orton's best weapons, nobody hits it cleaner!"
Orton rose slowly now, eyes narrowing as he crouched, palms flat on the canvas. He began slithering around Cena, pounding the mat with both fists.
The crowd instinctively knew what was coming.
"RKO! RKO! RKO!"
"NO! NO! NO!"
Cena groaned, crawling onto one knee.
Orton coiled tighter.
Cena stood—
Randy leaped—
But Cena SHOVED HIM OFF!
Cole yelled, "COUNTERED!"
Orton rolled across the mat, popped up, and Cena charged at him with everything he had, going for the flying shoulder tackle to take down Orton with the blow—
But Randy—
At the VERY last second—
Caught him.
SNAP POWERSLAM!
The arena gasped.
Orton rose again.
No taunt this time. No theatrics.
He hit the mat once with both fists—
Then stood.
Cena staggered up, dizzy.
He turned around—
RKO OUT OF NOWHERE!!
The entire crowd groaned at once.
Orton hooked the leg.
1! 2! 3!
The bell rang.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Justin Roberts announced.
"Here is your winner… and the NEW Number One Contender to the WWE Championship… THE VIPER! RAAAANDYYYY ORTOOOOOONNN!!!"
The arena erupted in hatred as Orton stood tall, smirking, sweat dripping down his face as the referee lifted his arm. Cena rolled onto his back, gasping for air, frustrated but conscious.
Cole spoke with disappointment, "Randy Orton has done it. He's headed to a WWE Championship match against the Big Show."
Striker added, "This was a war. A complete war. And in the end… Orton's ring awareness won it."
Lawler sighed, "Cena fought like a hero, but man… that powerslam to RKO sequence… nobody does it better than Randy Orton."
Orton posed on the top turnbuckle as fans rained boos on him, savoring every ounce of disdain. He pointed to the titantron where the WWE Championship graphic lit up behind him.
The message was clear.
The Viper was coming.
And nothing was going to stop him.
The cameras panned backstage, but before anything could be said—
"PAPA! PAPA! PAPA!!!"
Alexa Bliss's theme that was mashed up with Undisputed System theme hit and the audience responded with pure venom.
Boooooooooooooooooooo—
Alexa stepped through the curtain with the Divas Championship strapped proudly around her waist. Paul Heyman walked beside her, rubbing his hands together like a man escorting royalty.
Alexa flipped her hair, smirked, and pointed arrogantly at the belt on her waist as the fans booed harder.
Cole said, "This young woman has been unstoppable since capturing that title with Sandro and the Undisputed System support. And with Paul Heyman now as the Undisputed System Special Advisor combined with Sandro, she has become one of the most cunning champions the division has ever seen."
Lawler chimed in, "But tonight… she faces Brie Bella, who's got Nikki in her corner and that's trouble for Alexa."
Alexa entered the ring with Heyman clapping theatrically, hyping her up like a prizefighter.
Then—
Brie Bella's theme hit.
"BRIEEEEEE MOOOODE!!"
The crowd erupted into cheers as Brie marched out with Nikki beside her, both of them hyped and ready. Brie slapped hands with the fans, pointing at Alexa with a strong, determined gaze.
Justin Roberts announced, "This match is for the WWE Divas Championship!"
Brie entered the ring, raising her arms as Nikki clapped supportively at ringside.
The referee checked both women, making sure neither had illegal items. Alexa tapped her fingers impatiently against the belt, smirking at Brie like she was amused by her confidence.
The referee lifted the title high.
DING DING DING!
Alexa taunted Brie immediately, waving her fingers and laughing, but Brie slapped her across the face so hard the entire arena gasped.
Alexa's face twisted in pure rage.
She lunged.
Brie took her down with a Lou Thesz press and began firing punches, the crowd exploding. Alexa scrambled away, kicking at Brie's knee and catching her with a quick dropkick that sent Brie crashing into the corner.
Alexa smirked, flipped backward with a handspring, and hit the double knees straight to Brie's chest.
She went for the cover.
1! 2—
Brie kicked out.
Alexa snarled and pulled Brie up by the hair, but Brie countered and hit a huge arm drag. Then another. Then a running knee that sent Alexa rolling out of the ring.
The crowd cheered wildly.
Heyman panicked, helping Alexa up.
Brie hit the ropes—
And launched herself through with a SUICIDE DIVE onto Alexa!
"BRIE! BRIE! BRIE!"
Brie pounded the mat, firing herself up as Heyman backed away like she was rabid. Nikki cheered at ringside, pumping her fists.
Brie threw Alexa back in the ring, climbed the ropes—
Alexa jumped up and hit her with a jawbreaker off the top rope.
Brie fell hard.
Alexa climbed up quickly.
She pointed at Nikki, mocking her, then leaped—
MISSILE DROPKICK!
She covered.
1! 2—
Brie kicked out again.
Alexa screamed at the referee.
"THAT WAS THREE! LEARN TO COUNT!"
Heyman yelled at ringside, holding up three fingers in the ref's face.
Alexa backed up, measured Brie, and snapped her back with a DDT so vicious it made several fans gasp in shock.
But Alexa didn't pin her.
She climbed the turnbuckle.
Slowly. Arrogantly. Like she wanted every fan to soak in the moment.
She posed for a second—
Then launched—
TWISTED BLISS!!
The move hit perfectly.
She hooked both legs deep.
1! 2! 3!
DING DING DING!
Justin Roberts announced. "Here is your winner… and STILL the WWE Divas Champion… ALEXAAAA BLISSSSS!!!"
Heyman slid into the ring, grabbed the title, and handed it to Alexa as she held it high with a smug grin. The fans booed loudly as Brie rolled out of the ring, dazed, with Nikki helping her up.
Cole said, "Brie fought with heart, but Alexa Bliss once again shows why she is one of the most dangerous competitors in WWE."
Striker added, "She's arrogant, she's ruthless, she's smart… and she's still the champion."
Alexa kissed the belt and smirked into the camera.
Another victory. Another scalp. Another statement.
After that the PPV rolled through more explosive bouts, tag matches, grudge matches, mid card wars, each one pushing the energy higher, building toward the storm everyone was waiting for.
And then…
The lights dimmed slightly.
The commentators stopped speaking.
The camera panned across the arena as fans rose to their feet, sensing what was coming.
The titantron flashed blue.
SmackDown's theme hit.
The entire Staples Center exploded in cheers.
"OOOOOOOH YES!!!"
"HERE WE GO!!!"
"TEAM SMACKDOWN TIME!!!"
Teddy Long stepped out first.
The place erupted even louder.
Teddy nodded, pointing to the fans, doing his classic side step dance as he walked onto the stage. He looked nervous, proud, and determined all at once.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!!
Pyro exploded as the World Heavyweight Champion stepped through the curtain.
KANE.
Title strapped around his waist, flames erupting behind him, eyes burning like hell itself.
The fans cheered wildly.
Next came Christian, Intercontinental Title on his shoulder, grinning confidently as he slapped hands with fans.
Then R-Truth and John Morrison, the WWE Tag Team Titles shining under the lights as they performed their usual entrance flair, Truth rapping, Morrison moving in slow motion confidence.
Rey Mysterio burst out, full sprint, slapping hands and pumping his fist.
And finally—
Chris Jericho walked out slowly, calmly, arms wide, soaking in the roar like a king returning from war.
The team formed one united wall behind Teddy Long.
Tony Chimmel announced with full theatrical weight.
"Introducing first… accompanied by SmackDown General Manager Teddy Long… the team of the World Heavyweight Champion KANE! The Intercontinental Champion CHRISTIAN! The WWE Tag Team Champions R-TRUTH and JOHN MORRISON! REY MYSTERIO! And CHRIS JERICHO! THIS… IS… TEAM… SMACKDOWN!!!"
The arena nearly blew its roof off.
The team began marching down the ramp, Ready for war. Ready for legacy. Ready to defend their brand.
The seven men reached the ring together, the noise inside Staples Center vibrating through the floor like a living thing. SmackDown flooded the canvas in blue and silver, six men, group of champions and future legends stepping between the ropes as one unit while Teddy Long remained just outside, hands on his hips, soaking in the moment like a proud general watching his army assemble.
Kane moved to the center.
The World Heavyweight Champion slowly raised both massive arms.
The crowd knew what was coming.
Kane slammed his arms down—
BOOOOOOM!!
Twin pillars of fire erupted from the ring posts, heat washing over the first few rows as the arena exploded in cheers. Kane threw his head back, flames reflecting in his mask, while Christian climbed a turnbuckle and raised the Intercontinental Title high.
R-Truth and Morrison held their Tag Team Championships overhead, posing on opposite corners with swagger and rhythm. Rey Mysterio bounced on the ropes, pointing to the crowd. Jericho stood calm and composed, arms folded, eyes locked on the stage.
Teddy Long stepped into the ring now, standing in the center as the six men formed a wide circle around him, all posing, all unified.
For just a second—
It felt like SmackDown had already won.
Then—
"SHOCK THE SYSTEM!"
The music blasted through the speakers like a gunshot.
The lights flickered violently.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
The crowd's cheers turned to instant venom as Teddy Long instinctively rolled out of the ring, backing away toward commentary while the arena bathed in flickering darkness. Gold strobes cut through the shadows as the Undisputed System's presence swallowed the stage.
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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, & 1x WWE United States Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner & 1x Mr. Money In The Bank
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0