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Grisham shouted, "That was close! That was incredibly close!" Truth couldn't believe it. He clapped his hands, pumped himself up, and tried to pull Barrett up for another finisher, but Barrett powered him into the corner, driving his shoulder in again and again.
Barrett tagged McIntyre, and McIntyre immediately unleashed a flurry of strikes, finishing with a nasty overhead belly to belly suplex that sent Truth rolling.
McIntyre went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Truth kicked out, still alive.
On the outside, Morrison pounded the apron, desperate to get back in.
Sandro remained unmoved. The Undisputed System stood behind him, silent, watching. No interference. No distraction. Just confidence.
McIntyre hoisted Truth up, signaling for Claymore. The crowd buzzed, knowing what was coming.
McIntyre backed into the corner.
He charged—
Truth dove out of the way at the last second.
McIntyre nearly took the referee's head off, skidding to a stop. He turned—
Truth tagged Morrison!
Morrison flew in with a springboard kick to the face that staggered McIntyre. Morrison followed with a neckbreaker, then kipped up, adrenaline surging.
Barrett rushed in to save his partner, but Truth intercepted him, clotheslining both men over the top rope. The challengers landed hard on the outside.
The crowd was on its feet now.
Morrison pointed to the corner.
Truth nodded.
Morrison climbed.
Starship Pain—
But McIntyre rolled back in at the last second, forcing Morrison to abort mid air and land awkwardly on his feet. McIntyre lunged for him—
Morrison countered into a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
McIntyre kicked out, both men scrambling to their feet at the same time.
They collided with simultaneous clotheslines and both went down again.
Grisham was breathless. "What a match! Neither team giving an inch!"
Striker added, "This is championship wrestling. This is why these titles matter."
Both teams slowly crawled to their corners, reaching for tags, fingertips brushing canvas.
Barrett tagged in.
Truth tagged in.
The final stretch exploded with energy as both men traded blows in the center of the ring. Barrett's power against Truth's heart. Barrett rocked Truth with a boot, but Truth answered with a surprise roll up.
ONE!
TWO!
Barrett powered out and immediately tried for Bull Hammer—
Truth ducked.
Lie Detector attempt—
Barrett shoved him off into McIntyre, who tagged himself in.
McIntyre charged—
Truth sidestepped.
McIntyre hit the post shoulder first.
Morrison tagged back in.
The champions went for double team offense, Morrison and Truth hitting a quick combination that sent McIntyre reeling.
Barrett rushed in—
Truth dumped him over the top rope.
Morrison turned back—
McIntyre nailed him with a sudden Future Shock DDT!
The arena gasped.
McIntyre collapsed into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Morrison kicked out at the last possible instant.
The building exploded.
Even Striker sounded stunned. "I thought that was it!"
McIntyre sat up in disbelief, hands on his head, breathing heavy. He looked briefly toward Sandro.
Still nothing.
Sandro didn't move.
McIntyre stood, dragged Morrison up, signaling again—
But Morrison fought back with elbows, then a sudden jawbreaker.
Truth shouted from the apron.
Morrison dove—
Tag!
Truth sprinted in, hitting a high impact splash that flattened McIntyre.
ONE!
TWO!
Barrett broke it up at the last second.
The ring descended into chaos, bodies everywhere, the referee struggling to maintain control as the crowd roared approval.
Grisham summed it up with awe. "This is an instant classic!"
The ring was a wreck of motion and noise, every fan on their feet as the four men slowly pulled themselves upright. Sweat flew with every movement, the canvas marked with scuffs and desperation. This was no longer just a title match. This was pride, momentum, and the weight of SmackDown itself bearing down on every strike.
Truth rolled toward his corner, chest heaving, eyes wild, slapping the mat and yelling for Morrison. Morrison leaned over the ropes, arm outstretched, veins bulging as he screamed encouragement. Across the ring, McIntyre dragged himself toward Barrett, teeth clenched, one arm clutching his neck from the splash, the other reaching.
Grisham's voice cracked with adrenaline. "Both teams are running on fumes! This is pure stamina!"
Striker added sharply, "This is where champions are separated from challengers. And I hope Truth and Morrison still have many left in the tank."
Truth lunged, fingertips brushing Morrison's—
Barrett dove and yanked Truth back by the ankle.
The crowd groaned as Truth slammed face first into the mat. Barrett hauled him up with raw strength and planted him with a brutal sidewalk slam, shaking the ring. Barrett didn't cover. He wanted damage. He wanted to break him.
Barrett tagged McIntyre.
McIntyre stepped in, eyes cold now, no frustration left, only focus. He grabbed Truth by the head and unleashed sharp knife edge chops, each one echoing through the arena. Truth staggered, but stayed upright, shaking his head, refusing to fall.
"Come on, Truth!" Grisham shouted. "Dig deep!"
McIntyre whipped him into the ropes, ducked his head—
Truth came back with a surprise leaping forearm that stunned McIntyre. Truth followed with a sudden inverted atomic drop, then a quick roll-through into a jumping clothesline that took McIntyre down.
The building erupted.
Truth dropped into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
McIntyre kicked out, rolling to his side.
Truth didn't waste a second. He grabbed McIntyre, pulled him up, and attempted the Lie Detector again.
McIntyre shoved him off mid-run.
Truth bounced off the ropes—
CLAYMORE!
McIntyre nearly took Truth's head off.
The arena gasped in unison.
McIntyre collapsed into the pin, arm draped lazily.
ONE!
TWO!
MORRISON DIVED IN AND BROKE IT UP!
The referee immediately admonished Morrison, forcing him back to the apron as the crowd thundered approval.
Striker snapped, "That was milliseconds away from new champions!"
McIntyre sat up slowly, breathing heavy, sweat dripping off his beard. He looked at Truth, who lay motionless for a moment, then looked toward Sandro at ringside.
Sandro didn't react.
No nod. No signal.
Just watching.
McIntyre nodded once to himself and dragged Truth up again, lifting him into a delayed vertical suplex, holding him there as the crowd roared, then snapping him down hard.
Barrett barked encouragement from the apron, pounding the turnbuckle.
McIntyre went for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Truth kicked out again.
Now the disbelief set in.
McIntyre slammed the mat in frustration and dragged Truth toward the corner, tagging Barrett back in. Barrett climbed in and immediately stomped Truth into the canvas, methodical and ruthless, cutting the ring in half.
Grisham noted, "They're isolating Truth perfectly."
Striker nodded. "This is classic tag team psychology."
Barrett hauled Truth up and locked in a grinding bearhug, squeezing the air out of him. Truth's face twisted in pain as the crowd clapped rhythmically, trying to will him toward the ropes.
Truth shifted his weight, elbowing Barrett in the side once. Twice. A third time.
Barrett snarled and slammed Truth back down with a spinebuster.
Barrett covered.
ONE!
TWO!
Truth kicked out again.
The fans exploded, half cheers, half disbelief.
Barrett stood, shaking his head, muttering to himself. He dragged Truth up and attempted the Bull Hammer.
Truth ducked at the last second.
Barrett spun—
Truth collapsed forward, draping himself over Barrett's shoulders in sheer exhaustion—
Tag!
Morrison flew into the ring like a missile.
Morrison dropped Barrett with a flying kick, then another, then a spinning leg sweep. He hit the ropes and came back with a standing shooting star press that brought the crowd to its feet.
Morrison covered.
ONE!
TWO!
Barrett kicked out.
Morrison didn't slow down. He pulled Barrett up, fired rapid kicks to the legs, then springboarded off the ropes into a forearm smash. Barrett staggered back into the corner.
Morrison climbed the ropes, raining punches as the crowd counted along.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!
Barrett shoved him off at ten.
Morrison landed on his feet, sprinted back—
Barrett caught him with a sudden Black Hole Slam.
The ring shook.
Barrett collapsed into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Morrison kicked out, barely.
Now it was Barrett's turn to stare at the ceiling in disbelief.
Striker exhaled sharply. "This is unreal."
Barrett tagged McIntyre back in, both men clearly feeling the strain now. McIntyre entered and immediately lifted Morrison into a gutwrench suplex, then another, then a third, chaining them together.
McIntyre pointed to the corner again, the crowd buzzing in anticipation.
He backed up.
CLAYMORE—
Morrison dove out of the way at the last possible moment.
McIntyre crashed into the turnbuckle, grabbing his knee as he stumbled back.
Morrison rolled him up.
ONE!
TWO!
McIntyre powered out.
Both men sprang up—
Morrison caught him with a sudden superkick.
McIntyre dropped to one knee.
Morrison hit the ropes, springboarded—
STARSHIP PAIN—
McIntyre got his knees up.
Morrison clutched his ribs, screaming as he rolled off.
McIntyre crawled over, arm draped.
ONE!
TWO!
Morrison kicked out again.
The roof nearly came off the building.
Grisham was shouting now. "Nobody will stay down!"
All four men slowly found their footing, trading blows in the center of the ring as the referee tried desperately to keep control. Tags were made in rapid succession. Truth and Morrison firing up, Barrett and McIntyre answering with brute force.
The pace never slowed.
The crowd never sat.
Near falls stacked on near falls. Finishers were teased, countered, reversed.
And still no interference.
Sandro and the Undisputed System remained statues at ringside, watching intently, calculating.
Then—
GONG.
The sound hit like a thunderclap.
The arena froze.
GONG.
The lights went out.
Pandemonium erupted as fans screamed and pointed toward the stage.
Flames exploded from the entrance in towering pillars of fire.
The music hit.
The Undertaker stepped through the smoke.
And beside him—
The World Heavyweight Champion Kane.
The Brothers of Destruction.
The roof blew off the arena as the crowd erupted into deafening cheers.
Grisham lost his mind. "THE UNDERTAKER! KANE! THE BROTHERS OF DESTRUCTION!"
Striker shouted over the noise. "They're here on SmackDown!"
The Brothers of Destruction stood side by side, reunited, staring straight toward the ring, eyes locked on to the Undisputed System.
Inside the ring, Barrett froze, turning slowly toward the stage. McIntyre stepped onto the apron, eyes wide, disbelief written across his face. Morrison rolled to a knee, staring in shock.
Sandro's expression snapped from calm to fury.
He stepped forward, jaw tight, eyes burning.
Grisham caught it immediately. "Look at Sandro, he is furious."
Striker added, "He warned them last week. He said stay out of Undisputed System business."
Sandro turned sharply and spoke to Big E and Ryback, his voice cold, commanding.
Big E and Ryback nodded once, no hesitation whatsoever, as they head toward the ramp, World Tag Team Championships gleaming on their shoulders.
The Undertaker and Kane didn't wait. They marched down the ramp to meet them.
Big E and Ryback met the Brothers of Destruction head on.
The collision was explosive.
Big E slammed into Kane with a spear that staggered the big red machine. Ryback traded blows with Undertaker, fists colliding like sledgehammers.
The crowd roared as the four giants brawled up the ramp, fists flying, power against power.
Grisham was nearly screaming. "Big E and Ryback are standing their ground against the Brothers of Destruction!"
Striker added, "They're not backing down, but look at the referee!"
Inside the ring, the referee was completely distracted, staring toward the ramp, shouting for security, trying to understand the chaos unfolding outside. His back was fully turned.
Sandro saw it.
He raised his hand slightly.
That was all it took.
Kofi Kingston and Dolph Ziggler slid into the ring from opposite sides like shadows.
The crowd erupted into boos as realization hit.
Truth turned—
TROUBLE IN PARADISE!
Kofi's boot cracked Truth across the skull, sending him crashing to the mat.
Morrison spun—
ZIG ZAG!
Ziggler snapped Morrison down hard, spiking him into the canvas.
Grisham shouted in outrage. "No! Not like this!"
Striker was furious. "This is robbery!"
Kofi and Ziggler rolled out just as quickly as they came in. Barrett and McIntyre stared in shock for a split second, then McIntyre dropped into the cover on Truth.
The referee finally turned around, seeing the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rang.
The arena erupted in deafening boos.
Tony Chimel's voice cut through the chaos, heavy with reluctance. "Here are your winners… and the NEW WWE Tag Team Champions… Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre… THE UNDISPUTED SYSTEM."
Striker was livid. "They stole it! They stole the WWE tag team championships!"
Barrett and McIntyre rolled out of the ring, clutching the titles. Sandro stepped forward, a satisfied, venomous smile crossing his face as the Undisputed System regrouped.
On the ramp, Big E and Ryback were finally forced back under the sheer power of the Brothers of Destruction, but the damage was done. Undertaker and Kane stood tall, staring toward the ring, fury evident, but too late.
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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