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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.
The boos rained down, but Kofi ignored them.
Striker muttered, almost reluctantly impressed, "Kofi Kingston refuses to let this go."
Kofi dragged Christian to the center of the ring and went for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Christian kicked out again.
The crowd erupted in equal parts shock and admiration.
Kofi sat back, breathing heavily, staring at Christian like he was trying to understand how the champion was still alive.
At ringside, Sandro Zhang stood perfectly still, arms folded, eyes focused. The rest of the Undisputed System remained tense but motionless. On the opposite side, Undertaker, Kane, Rey, Truth, and Morrison hadn't moved an inch.
No interference.
No excuses.
Just wrestling.
Kofi rose slowly, nodding again, determination hardening his features.
He backed into the corner, clapping once, calling for it.
Christian pushed himself up using the ropes, barely able to stand.
Kofi charged—
Trouble in Paradise—
Christian ducked and spun—
Killswitch!
Christian hit it clean in the center of the ring.
The crowd exploded.
Christian collapsed into the cover, hooking the legs with everything he had left.
ONE!
TWO!
Kofi kicked out.
The building went berserk.
Striker's voice cracked. "You have got to be kidding me!"
Christian rolled off, staring at the ceiling, chest heaving, eyes wide with disbelief. He clenched his jaw, then slowly rolled onto his side, pushing himself up again.
Grisham's voice was filled with awe. "This is one of the greatest Intercontinental Championship matches I've ever seen."
Christian dragged Kofi up once more, desperation creeping into his movements now.
He tried for the Killswitch again—
Kofi countered mid motion with a sudden backslide.
ONE!
TWO!
Christian kicked out.
Both men scrambled up.
Christian struck first with a sharp uppercut.
Kofi answered with a kick to the gut.
Christian fired back with a slap.
Kofi staggered, then launched himself—
Trouble in Paradise attempt—
Christian ducked again and rolled behind, snapping Kofi down into a cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
Kofi kicked out again.
Christian transitioned immediately, grabbing the arm, trying to lock something in—
Kofi powered him into the corner, driving his shoulder in. Once. Twice. Three times.
Christian slumped forward.
Kofi pulled him out, backing up.
The crowd buzzed.
Kofi hit the ropes—
Boom Drop!
This time, it connected.
Christian hit the mat hard.
The arena exploded in boos.
Kofi didn't hesitate.
He backed up, clapping once, eyes locked on the champion.
Christian stirred, trying to push himself up.
Kofi charged—
TROUBLE IN PARADISE!
The kick landed flush.
Christian collapsed flat on his back.
Kofi dropped into the cover, hooking the leg tight.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rang.
The boos were deafening.
Tony Chimel's voice was heavy, almost resigned, as he made the announcement.
"Here is your winner… and the NEW WWE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION… KOFI KINGSTON."
Grisham slumped back in his chair. "No… no…"
Striker shook his head, voice thick with disappointment. "SmackDown just lost the Intercontinental Championship too."
Kofi rolled off Christian, chest heaving, staring up at the lights for a long moment as the reality set in. Then he sat up, a slow grin spreading across his face.
The referee handed him the Intercontinental Championship.
Kofi took it, stood, and raised it high above his head.
The Undisputed System immediately flooded the ring, Sandro leading them in. Sandro stepped up beside Kofi, placing a hand on his shoulder, nodding once in approval. Big E and Ryback raised their titles. Barrett and McIntyre lifted theirs. Alexa held hers high. Heyman clutched the briefcase, laughing. Jericho and Ziggler clap their hand.
Gold everywhere.
Christian lay on the mat, staring up, defeated but unbroken.
Grisham said quietly, "This was a war… but tonight, the Undisputed System walks away with everything."
Striker added, bitterly, "And SmackDown is left picking up the pieces."
Kofi stood tall in the center of the ring, Intercontinental Championship raised high, surrounded by his family.
And the Undisputed System, once again, ended the night in control.
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.
Kofi lowered the Intercontinental Championship only after several long seconds, letting the hatred wash over him, feeding on it. The boos were thunderous now, raw and furious, echoing through the arena like a storm that refused to break.
The Undisputed System crowded around him, gold everywhere you looked, bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder, smug grins, raised arms, belts gleaming beneath the harsh arena lights. It was excess. It was domination. It was deliberate.
Grisham's voice cut through the chaos at the commentary desk, heavy with frustration. "This is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. SmackDown has lost the Intercontinental Championship, and look at themz look at how they celebrate."
Striker shook his head slowly. "You can hate them all you want, but you can't deny it. They came in with a plan, and once again, they executed it to perfection."
Christian, meanwhile, had rolled out of the ring on shaky legs.
He leaned against the barricade, one hand gripping the edge of the announce table, the other pressed to his ribs. Sweat poured down his face, his chest rising and falling hard, eyes unfocused for a moment as he tried to steady himself
R-Truth crouched in front of Christian, speaking quickly, encouragement spilling out between breaths. "You good, man. You good. That was a fight. Everybody saw it."
Morrison nodded, offering a hand to help Christian steady himself. "You pushed him to the edge. No shame in that."
Rey Mysterio adjusted his mask and looked up at the ring, then back to Christian. "You showed heart, hermano. The whole world saw it."
Christian nodded slowly, still catching his breath. He looked back at the ring, at Kofi raising the championship again, and there was pain in his eyes, but also resolve. He straightened up, standing alongside the rest of them.
Behind them, Kane and The Undertaker stood side by side.
At first, neither moved. Kane's face was unreadable, but his posture was rigid, coiled. Undertaker's eyes were locked on the ring, cold and unblinking, taking in the scene, the celebration, the arrogance, Sandro standing tall like a king surveying conquered land.
Then, without a word, Kane stepped forward.
He climbed onto the apron.
The shift was immediate. The crowd noise changed, rising into something sharper, more electric.
Undertaker followed, one massive boot stepping up onto the apron beside Kane's. Truth noticed first, his head snapping up in surprise. Morrison turned, eyes widening slightly. Rey stood as well, glancing between the two giants and the ring.
Grisham's voice sharpened instantly. "Wait a minute… what are Kane and The Undertaker doing?"
Striker leaned forward. "This might be a bad idea."
Christian meanwhile straightened.
If Kane and Undertaker were moving, this wasn't over.
One by one, the rest followed. Truth climbed onto the apron. Morrison joined him. Rey stepped up last, and finally Christian, still hurting, but fueled now by pride and anger, pulled himself onto the apron as well.
Six men now stood on the apron, staring into the ring.
Inside, the Undisputed System was still celebrating—until Sandro Zhang noticed.
His smile faded, just a fraction.
He turned slowly, eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of Kane, Undertaker, Rey, Truth, Morrison, and Christian standing shoulder to shoulder on the apron.
One by one, the members of the Undisputed System followed Sandro's gaze. Big E stopped clapping. Ryback lowered his titles. Barrett and McIntyre turned, expressions hardening. Jericho scoffed, shaking his head. Ziggler cracked his neck. Alexa Bliss tilted her head, amused. Heyman's grin tightened, calculating.
Sandro took a step forward.
He raised a hand, palm out, gesturing for his group to stay back. Then he looked directly at Kane, then Undertaker, then Christian.
The camera caught his lips moving clearly.
"Get off the apron," Sandro said, his voice calm but cutting. "Don't do something stupid. Look at the numbers."
He gestured around him with one arm, slow and deliberate.
"This is six against eight," he continued, loud enough now that the front row heard every word. "And you are not winning."
The fans booed viciously at that, raining down hatred.
Grisham snapped at the commentary desk. "Listen to him. Listen to that arrogance!"
Striker shook his head. "This man has no respect. None."
Christian took a step forward on the apron, jaw clenched. Kane's fists tightened. Undertaker's eyes darkened.
And then—
The arena exploded.
"TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!"
Triple H's music hit like a gunshot.
The reaction was instant, deafening, a tidal wave of sound crashing down from every direction. The cameras whipped toward the crowd as Triple H emerged from the sea of fans, leather jacket on, water bottle in hand, eyes blazing. He didn't waste a second. He stormed toward the barricade and vaulted over it with practiced ease.
And then—
"WELLLLLLL… IT'S THE BIG SHOW!"
The roof nearly came off.
The WWE Champion himself, Big Show, appeared beside Triple H, championship strapped around his waist, a massive grin splitting his face as he stepped over the barricade like it wasn't even there.
Grisham nearly lost his voice. "TRIPLE H! THE WWE CHAMPION! BIG SHOW IS HERE!"
Striker was shouting now. "It's eight on eight! Eight on eight!"
Triple H and Big Show climbed onto the opposite apron, standing across the ring from Kane and Undertaker. The visual was staggering, two lines of giants and legends, eyes locked, tension thick enough to choke on.
Inside the ring, the Undisputed System shifted.
For the first time all night, the numbers were even.
Sandro's expression didn't crack, but he adjusted.
He turned sharply, barking something at Heyman and Alexa. Heyman immediately nodded, clutching the briefcase tighter, and Alexa slipped between the ropes, hopping down to ringside. Sandro waved them away without even looking back.
Then he stepped forward again, spreading his arms wide.
"So," Sandro said loudly, a grin creeping back onto his face. "If the eight of you want to go against us…"
He glanced around at his family, Kofi with the Intercontinental title, Big E and Ryback with gold on their shoulders, Barrett and McIntyre holding their newly won championships, Jericho, Ziggler, all of them ready.
"…why not do it here," Sandro finished, his voice rising, "and why not do it now?"
The crowd detonated.
Kane stepped through the ropes.
Undertaker followed.
Truth. Morrison. Rey. Christian. Triple H. Big Show.
Eight men entered the ring.
For a single, frozen second, everyone stood still.
Then Sandro struck first.
He lunged forward and cracked Undertaker across the jaw with a stiff right hand.
All hell broke loose.
The ring exploded into chaos.
Big E charged straight at Kane, the two behemoths colliding in the center of the ring with a thunderous impact. Ryback rushed Big Show, unloading clubbing forearms before Show shoved him backward like a ragdoll. Drew McIntyre went after Triple H, the two trading wild punches near the ropes. Wade Barrett locked up with Morrison, driving him into the corner with brutal elbows.
Kofi and Christian found each other again instinctively, the fight spilling to the ropes as Kofi fired sharp shots to the body and Christian answered with forearms fueled by pure emotion.
Sandro and Undertaker traded blows near the center, neither man backing down. Undertaker's punches were heavy, deliberate. Sandro's were sharp, precise, vicious.
Rey Mysterio launched himself into the fray, springboarding off the ropes and catching Barrett with a flying crossbody. Truth tangled with McIntyre, throwing wild hands and shouting all the while.
Grisham was almost shouting now. "This is chaos! Absolute chaos!"
The brawl spilled out of the ring.
Ryback and Big Show crashed to the floor, exchanging massive strikes near the announce table. Kane grabbed Big E by the throat, slamming him spine first into the barricade. Morrison leapt from the apron with a corkscrew senton onto Barrett and Truth, wiping all three out.
Triple H and McIntyre battled up the ramp, fists flying, neither giving an inch. Kofi and Christian toppled through the ropes, landing hard on the outside, where Christian immediately tackled Kofi into the steel steps.
Inside the ring, Sandro and Undertaker continued to fight. Undertaker grabbed Sandro by the throat, Sandro slipped free and drove a knee into the midsection, then snapped a kick across the leg. He backed up, eyes scanning the chaos, assessing.
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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