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Striker exhaled sharply. "That was close." Kofi sat back on his heels for a moment, breathing hard, then nodded to himself. He grabbed Christian, pulling him to his feet, and whipped him into the corner.
Kofi charged—
Christian got his boots up.
Kofi staggered back.
Christian exploded out of the corner with a clothesline that nearly turned Kofi inside out. He followed with a quick cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
Christian didn't slow down. He dragged Kofi up, hooked him, and drove him down with a reverse DDT. The champion rolled through, climbing the ropes, measuring.
The crowd rose.
Christian leapt—
Kofi rolled away at the last second.
Christian landed hard on his feet, stumbled—
Kofi struck with a sudden pendulum kick that caught Christian flush. The champion dropped to a knee.
Kofi seized the moment, charging the ropes and springboarding into a flying forearm smash that flattened Christian.
The arena buzzed.
Grisham nodded. "Kofi Kingston is locked in tonight. You can feel it."
Kofi covered again.
ONE!
TWO!
Christian kicked out again, frustration flashing briefly across Kofi's face.
At ringside, Sandro didn't react. He didn't clap. He didn't shout. He just watched.
Christian rolled toward the ropes, pulling himself up. Kofi followed, snapping off a sharp kick to the ribs, then another. He whipped Christian across the ring—
Christian reversed.
Kofi hit the ropes—
Christian caught him with a tilt a whirl backbreaker, bending him violently across the knee.
Christian held his back for a moment, shaking out his leg, then pulled Kofi into position, locking in a grounded chinlock, grinding him down, forcing him to carry weight.
Striker leaned forward. "This is smart. Slow him down. Take away the speed."
Kofi struggled, planting a foot, then another, dragging himself upward. He threw an elbow back into Christian's ribs. Another. Christian held on.
The crowd clapped, rhythmically.
Kofi surged, breaking free, and sprinted to the ropes. Christian followed—
Kofi suddenly leapt, catching Christian with a surprise crossbody off the rebound.
ONE!
TWO!
Christian kicked out again.
Kofi slapped the mat in frustration and immediately went back on offense, hitting a standing moonsault. He covered again.
ONE!
TWO!
Another kickout.
The frustration started to show now. Kofi paced, dragging a hand through his hair, then turned back to Christian, hauling him up.
Christian fired back with a sharp slap across the face.
The sound echoed.
The crowd erupted.
Kofi blinked, stunned, then answered with one of his own.
Now it was chaos.
The two men traded slaps, forearms, punches, neither giving an inch. Christian caught Kofi with a knee to the gut, then tried for the Unprettier—
Kofi shoved him off, spun, and blasted Christian with Trouble in Paradise!
The kick caught Christian clean.
The arena gasped.
Kofi collapsed into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Christian kicked out.
The roof nearly blew off.
Striker's voice cracked. "HOW did he kick out of that?!"
Kofi sat there, staring at the referee in disbelief, then slowly turned his gaze back to Christian, who was barely moving, chest heaving.
Grisham was in awe. "Heart. Pure heart."
Kofi dragged Christian toward the corner, climbing the ropes, eyes locked on his target. He steadied himself.
Boom Drop—
Christian rolled away at the last possible second.
Kofi crashed down hard, clutching his tailbone.
Christian crawled, using the ropes to pull himself up. Kofi pushed to his feet at the same time.
Christian charged—
Kofi countered with a sudden roll up.
ONE!
TWO!
Christian rolled through, grabbing a handful of tights on instinct—
The referee caught it and forced the break.
Christian backed off, hands raised innocently.
Kofi shot forward, swinging—
Christian ducked and nailed a low dropkick to the knee. Kofi collapsed.
Christian seized the moment, pulling Kofi up, hooking him—
KILLSWITCH—
Kofi shoved him off again and countered with a leg sweep, sending Christian down. Kofi stacked him up.
ONE!
TWO!
Christian barely kicked out.
Both men lay there now, exhausted, chests heaving, sweat pouring.
The crowd chanted both names, divided but electric.
Grisham shouted over the noise. "This is what the Intercontinental Championship is all about!"
Slowly, both men pushed to their knees, then their feet, leaning on each other for balance.
Christian swung—
Kofi countered.
Another Trouble in Paradise attempt—
Christian ducked and rolled through, snapping Kofi into a sudden pinning combination.
ONE!
TWO!
Kofi kicked out.
Christian immediately transitioned, locking Kofi in a grounded headlock again, squeezing, trying to drain what little energy remained.
Kofi reached, clawed, rolled, refusing to give in.
At ringside, both sides remained statues. Undertaker didn't blink. Kane didn't move. Sandro's eyes never left the ring.
No interference.
Just wrestling.
Kofi powered up again, lifting Christian, driving him back first into the corner. He charged—
Christian moved.
Kofi hit shoulder first into the turnbuckle.
Christian rolled him up from behind.
ONE!
TWO!
Kofi kicked out, but Christian didn't release. He rolled through, looking for the Killswitch again—
Kofi flipped out, landed on his feet, and blasted Christian with a sudden jumping double stomp to the chest.
Christian gasped, rolling onto his side.
Kofi dropped to one knee, breathing hard, eyes wild.
The match raged on.
Neither man willing to give an inch.
Neither man willing to fall.
And the Intercontinental Championship still hung in the balance.
And the Undisputed System stood victorious once again, titles raised high amid a storm of boos, dominance cemented through chaos, and the message of dominance was unmistakable.
The chant inside the arena rolled like thunder, rising and falling, splitting the building straight down the middle.
"CHRISTIAN!" "CHRISTIAN!" "CHRISTIAN!"
Christian dragged himself up using the ropes, one hand pressed to his ribs, the other gripping the top strand like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His face was a mask of pain and determination, sweat dripping down his brow, eyes locked squarely on Kofi Kingston.
Across from him, Kofi stood hunched for a moment, hands braced on his thighs, breathing hard. His chest rose and fell rapidly. He wiped sweat from his eyes, blinked, and straightened, nodding once to himself.
Striker's voice cut through the noise. "You're looking at two men who have emptied the tank. This is pure willpower now."
Grisham agreed, his tone tight. "Christian has taken everything Kofi Kingston has thrown at him… and somehow he's still standing."
Christian pushed off the ropes and staggered toward the center of the ring. Kofi met him halfway.
They traded blows again.
Forearm from Christian.
Knife edge chop from Kofi.
Christian answered with another forearm, snapping Kofi's head to the side. Kofi shook it off and fired back with a stiff kick to the thigh that buckled Christian slightly. The champion gritted his teeth and came right back with a headbutt that echoed through the building.
The crowd roared.
Kofi stumbled back, caught himself on the ropes, then sprang forward—
Christian caught him with a snap powerslam out of nowhere!
The ring shook as Kofi hit hard.
Christian didn't hesitate.
He crawled into the cover, hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Kofi kicked out, shoulder barely clearing the mat.
Grisham slapped the desk. "So close!"
Christian rolled onto his side, frustration flickering across his face, but he forced it away. He knew better than to waste energy on disbelief. He dragged himself back to his feet and pulled Kofi up by the wrist.
Christian hooked him again—
Killswitch attempt—
Kofi fought it, twisting, elbows flying. One caught Christian flush in the jaw. Another to the ribs. Christian released instinctively, staggering back.
Kofi surged forward—
Christian ducked and caught him with a snap low kick to the knee.
Kofi dropped to one knee.
Christian followed immediately with a spinning dropkick to the side of the head that sent Kofi rolling toward the corner.
The crowd exploded again.
Striker leaned forward. "Christian smells blood!"
Christian backed up, eyes blazing, then charged—
Kofi exploded out of the corner with a sudden monkey flip, sending Christian sailing overhead. Christian landed hard on his back and rolled through, trying to regain his footing—
Kofi struck with a lightning-fast dropkick that snapped Christian's head back.
Kofi followed with a second dropkick.
Then a third.
Christian rolled to the apron, trying to create space. Kofi didn't let him breathe. He sprinted and launched himself between the ropes, wiping Christian out with a suicide dive that sent both men crashing to the floor.
The crowd was on its feet.
Grisham was nearly shouting. "This is unreal! These two are throwing everything at each other!"
Both men lay on the outside for a moment, the referee starting his count. Christian was the first to stir, crawling toward the apron, pulling himself up inch by inch. Kofi followed, slower now, but just as determined.
They both slid back into the ring just before the count could become a factor.
Christian pushed to his knees—
Kofi drilled him with a sudden standing dropkick right to the face.
Christian collapsed flat on his back.
Kofi seized the opening.
He grabbed Christian's legs and rolled him over into a Boston crab, sitting deep, wrenching back hard.
Christian screamed in pain, his hands clawing at the mat.
Striker's voice sharpened. "That's it! That's the move that could end it!"
Christian strained, dragging himself forward an inch at a time. The crowd clapped in rhythm, urging him on. He reached, fingers brushing the bottom rope—
Kofi dragged him back to the center of the ring.
Christian cried out again.
Grisham's voice was pleading now. "Come on, Christian! Don't you dare tap!"
Christian dug deep, pushing up on his arms, twisting his hips. He rolled to the side, breaking Kofi's grip, and both men collapsed, exhausted.
The crowd erupted in applause for the sheer resilience on display.
Kofi rolled to his feet first, shaking out his legs, then grabbed Christian by the hair and hauled him up.
He whipped Christian into the ropes—
Christian reversed—
Kofi bounced back—
Christian caught him with a sudden flapjack, driving him face first into the mat.
Christian followed with a quick cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kofi kicked out again.
Christian sat back on his heels, hands on his head for a split second, then forced himself up again. He wasn't done. Not even close.
He pulled Kofi to his feet and backed him into the corner with stiff forearms, each one drawing a roar from the crowd. He stepped back, then charged—
Kofi got his boots up, catching Christian square in the chest.
Christian staggered back.
Kofi leapt to the middle rope—
Christian rushed forward and caught him mid air with a sit out powerbomb!
The impact was brutal.
The arena gasped.
Christian hooked both legs.
ONE!
TWO!
Kofi kicked out at the last possible instant.
Striker exhaled hard. "That was it. That had to be it."
Christian stared at the referee, disbelief written all over his face, but he didn't argue. He couldn't afford to. He dragged himself up again, using sheer will to stay upright.
Across the ring, Kofi rolled onto his side, clutching his midsection, breathing ragged. Slowly, painfully, he forced himself to his knees.
They locked eyes again.
Neither man smiled.
Christian swung—
Kofi countered with a sharp kick to the gut, then another to the leg. Christian answered with a forearm, rocking Kofi back. Kofi fired back with a chop. Christian responded with one of his own.
They traded, blow for blow, the crowd reacting to every strike.
Christian caught Kofi with a sudden back elbow, then snapped him down with a Russian leg sweep. He rolled through, grabbing Kofi's arm, trying to transition—
Kofi kicked him off.
Kofi sprang up and connected with a sudden SOS!
Christian hit hard, bouncing once before landing flat on his back.
Kofi collapsed into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Christian kicked out again.
The arena lost its mind.
Grisham shouted over the noise. "What do you have to do to put this man away?!"
Kofi rolled off, frustration and disbelief etched across his face. He slapped the mat once, then got to his feet, eyes wild now.
He dragged Christian toward the corner, setting him up.
Kofi climbed the ropes slowly, carefully, exhaustion evident in every movement. He steadied himself on the top rope, arms out, balancing.
Boom Drop—
Christian rolled away at the last second.
Kofi crashed down hard, the air leaving his lungs in a violent burst.
Christian crawled toward him, both men scraping the mat, desperate.
Christian grabbed Kofi's wrist and pulled him up—
Kofi shoved him away and struck with a sudden leg lariat. Christian went down again. Kofi didn't slow down. He hit the ropes, springboarding into a picture perfect flying clothesline that flattened Christian once more.
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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