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"This is consequences, Matthew!" JBL argued calmly. "You don't blindside a member of the Undisputed System and expect to walk away, you pay the tax. Simple economics." They left MVP lying in a heap in the center of the ring, the three champions raising their gold high above him, a triumvirate of dominance.
The atmosphere in the arena shifted from shock to a simmering, dangerous tension. The beatdown had soured the mood, but the anticipation for the next match was palpable. This was the one the fans believed in. This was the crack in the armor.
Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre emerged next. The WWE Tag Team Champions. They didn't pose. They didn't smile. They walked with a stoic, angry purpose. The loss to Edge and Christian on SmackDown had clearly humiliated them, and they were here for blood.
But they weren't alone.
Heyman led the procession. Behind him came Big E, Ryback, and Alexa Bliss. The faction was out in force.
"Look at the troops," Lawler muttered. "They know they're in trouble. They brought the whole army."
Wade and Drew entered, handing their titles to the ref, looking like executioners waiting for the condemned.
Then, the static hit. "You think you know me..."
The roof blew off the Target Center. Edge and Christian walked out, the heroes of the rebellion. They looked focused, feeding off the energy of the crowd. They slid into the ring, standing toe to toe with the champions, not giving an inch.
The referee, clearly overwhelmed, spent a solid minute trying to back each team into their corners and warning the entourage on the floor to stay back. Finally, the bell rang.
If the previous matches were wrestling clinics, this was a street fight disguised as a wrestling match.
Drew McIntyre and Christian started, trading stiff chops that turned chests red instantly. Wade Barrett tagged in and used his bare knuckle brawling style to pound Edge into the mat.
But Edge and Christian had the chemistry of brothers. They utilized quick tags, double team maneuvers, and veteran savvy to frustrate the powerhouse champions.
"The Undisputed System is reeling!" Cole screamed as Christian hit a tornado DDT on Wade. "They don't know how to handle a team that isn't afraid of them!"
The match crescendoed into chaos. Edge hit the Edge O Matic on Drew. Wade hit the Winds of Change on Christian. Bodies were flying everywhere. The crowd was on its feet, sensing a title change.
Edge set up for the Spear. The chant started, SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!
He charged. But just as he was about to connect with Wade, Alexa Bliss hopped onto the apron, shrieking at the referee. The ref turned to admonish her.
In that split second of distraction, Big E reached under the bottom rope and grabbed Edge's ankle. Edge stumbled.
That stumble was fatal.
Edge turned to kick Big E away, but when he turned back, Drew, who had blind tagged in moments before, was already flying through the air.
CLAYMORE.
The boot connected with Edge's jaw with a sickening thud.
Christian tried to dive in to save it, but Ryback pulled him off the apron and drove him spine first into the ring post.
Inside the ring, Wade grabbed the distracted referee, spinning him around just in time to see Drew covering an unconscious Edge.
ONE... TWO... THREE!
"Here is your winners and STILL WWE Tag Team Champions... Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre!"
"NO!" Cole screamed, slamming his fist on the table. "They stole it! They stole it again! Dammit, that is a robbery! Edge had it won!"
"They won it!" JBL laughed, clapping his hands. "Smart wrestling! Use your assets! It's called having a plan and executing it! The System stays Undisputed!"
The boos were deafening. Wade and Drew snatched their titles, rolling out of the ring to be embraced by Heyman, Alexa, and the heavyweights. They retreated up the ramp, leaving Edge and Christian broken in the ring, so close, yet miles away.
"You can hate them," JBL said, his voice cutting through the dismay of his colleagues. "You can despise them. But look at that ramp, gentlemen. All the gold is still on that side of the fence. The dam didn't break tonight. It just got reinforced with concrete."
"It's criminal," Lawler spat. "It's absolute highway robbery."
"It's the Undisputed System," Striker whispered, defeated. "And I don't know who on earth can stop them."
As the faction posed on the stage, holding their titles high, the shadow of Sandro Zhang, the God who wasn't even there, loomed larger than ever over the WWE.
Cole looked at his commentary partners, his face pale. "God help Carlito who have to face Sandro later tonight," he whispered. "Because if this is what his soldiers do... what is the General capable of?"
JBL leaned back, tipping his hat with a smug grin. "The General is capable of maintaining order, Michael."
After that, the air in the Target Center was thick, a cocktail of sweat, spilled beer, and the electric aftershock of the tag team title controversy.
The fans were agitated, their boos for the previous finish still echoing in the rafters. But wrestling is a relentless machine, and the gears were already turning for the next chapter.
"The night is far from over," Cole said, trying to regain his composure after witnessing what he deemed a robbery. "We still have the World Heavyweight Championship on the line. And if you thought the odds were stacked against Edge and Christian, look at what CM Punk has to deal with next."
The lights dimmed, and the arena was bathed in the golden, opulent glow of the Undisputed System's TitanTron graphics.
"BREAK THE WALLS DOWN!"
Chris Jericho emerged, looking every bit the rock star royalty he claimed to be. The World Heavyweight Championship rested casually on his shoulder, gleaming under the spotlight. But the visual that made the crowd groan wasn't just Jericho, it was the phalanx surrounding him.
To his left was Heyman, clutching his phone and looking smug. To his right, the Intercontinental Champion Kofi Kingston and the NXT Champion Dolph Ziggler. And flanking the rear were the freshly retained, and still catching their breath, WWE Tag Team Champions, Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre.
"Look at this," Striker noted, his voice tinged with disgust. "It's a fortress. How is the challenger supposed to focus when he's staring down five champions and the greatest manager in history?"
"It's called respect, Striker," JBL countered, leaning back with a satisfied grin. "These men are a brotherhood. They support their own. It's beautiful."
Jericho entered the ring, his nose in the air, soaking in the animosity. He posed on the turnbuckle, extending his arms in his signature crucifixion pose, demanding the world drink it in.
Then, the static hit.
Killswitch Engage's "This Fire Burns" ripped through the arena speakers.
The crowd erupted. CM Punk walked out, his eyes laser focused. He wasn't alone, but his backup was significantly smaller. The Straight Edge Society, Luke Gallows and Joey Mercury, flanked him. Punk knelt at the top of the stage, gathering his thoughts, checking his imaginary watch, and shouting, "It's clobbering time!"
He marched down the ramp, ignoring the jeers from the System members at ringside. He slid into the ring and immediately went to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle to stare down the massive entourage on the floor, then his eyes locked on Jericho, and immediately began to shout insults from across the canvas.
"Look at you, Chris!" Punk yelled, pointing a taped finger. "Hiding behind your army! Hiding behind your bottle! Tonight, I take the gold, and I take your dignity!"
Jericho scoffed, handing his title to the referee with a sneer. "You're nothing but a hypocrite, Punk! I am the best in the world at what I do!"
The referee, looking like a man fearing for his life, spent a solid two minutes clearing the ring. He ordered the Undisputed System to stay back, and warned the Straight Edge Society to keep their distance. Finally, amidst the simmering tension, he signaled for the bell.
What followed was not just a match; it was a symphony of technical wrestling.
Jericho and Punk locked up, and the first ten minutes were a masterclass in counter wrestling. They traded headlocks, hammerlocks, and chain wrestling sequences that had the Minneapolis crowd oohing and aahing. It was smooth, crisp, and aggressive.
"You are watching two of the best in the world," Cole admitted, begrudgingly giving credit to Jericho's skill. "Despite his alignment with Sandro, you cannot deny Jericho's ability."
"He's the best in the world at what he does!" JBL shouted. "And Punk is just a pretender to reach the throne!"
The match escalated physically. Jericho hit a butterfly backbreaker that looked excruciating. Punk responded with a flurry of Muay Thai knees and a spinning heel kick that nearly took Jericho's head off.
They traded suplexes, snap suplexes, vertical suplexes, a belly to back from Punk, a German suplex from Jericho. It was a war of attrition.
The near falls were heart stopping. Jericho hit the Lionsault, but Punk got his knees up at the last second, transitioning immediately into a cradle pin for a two count.
Punk went for the Randy Savage elbow drop, but Jericho rolled away, catching Punk's legs as he landed and trying to turn him into the Walls of Jericho. Punk fought it, clawing his way to the ropes, gasping for air as the referee broke the hold.
"This is an instant classic!" Lawler yelled. "Neither man is giving an inch!"
But as the match wore on, fatigue set in, and with fatigue came desperation.
On the outside, Luke Gallows and Joey Mercury sensed the shift. Jericho had just thrown Punk over the top rope. As the referee checked on Jericho inside the ring, Gallows and Mercury moved in on Punk to help him up.
This triggered the Undisputed System.
Like a swarm of angry hornets, Wade, Drew, Kofi, and Ziggler charged around the ring.
"Here we go!" Cole screamed. "It's breaking down!"
The ringside area turned into a brawl. Barrett and McIntyre traded blows with Gallows. Ziggler and Kofi swarmed Mercury. The referee, seeing the chaos, leaned over the ropes, screaming at the men to stop, completely distracted from the action inside the ring.
From the other side of the squared circle, Heyman saw his opening.
With the precision of a thief in the night, Heyman slid a steel chair under the bottom rope, right into Jericho's waiting hand. The Speaker eyes were wide, screaming silently at his member to finish it.
Jericho grabbed the chair. A wicked smile crossed his face. He waited for Punk to roll back into the ring. As Punk got to his feet, groggy and disoriented, Jericho swung the steel chair with bad intentions, aiming for the skull.
Whoosh.
Punk ducked.
The chair whistled through the air, hitting nothing but oxygen. Jericho stumbled with the momentum of the swing. As he turned back around, shocked, Punk didn't hesitate. He didn't play nice. He didn't play by the rules.
Punk kicked Jericho squarely between the legs. A massive low blow.
"Oh come on!" JBL shrieked. "Disqualification! That's a low blow!"
"The ref didn't see it!" Cole yelled, his voice cracking with excitement. "The ref is still yelling at Gallows!"
Jericho crumbled to his knees, his eyes bulging, the chair falling from his hands. Punk, grimacing, picked up the steel chair. He looked at it, looked at the crowd, and then swung it with all his might.
CRACK.
The steel slammed into Jericho's face. The sound was sickeningly loud. Punk tossed the chair out of the ring, grabbed the limp body of Chris Jericho, and hoisted him onto his shoulders.
"Go to Sleep!" Striker shouted.
GTS.
Punk's knee connected with Jericho's face. Jericho fell back like a tree. Punk hooked the leg, screaming at the referee.
The referee spun around, sliding into position, unaware of the carnage that had just taken place.
ONE!
"Kick out, Chris!" JBL pleaded.
TWO!
The arena held its breath.
THREE!
The bell rang, and the sound was almost drowned out by the explosion of noise from the crowd.
"Here is your winner, and the NEW World Heavyweight Champion... CM Punk!"
"YES! YES! HE DID IT!" Michael Cole was out of his seat, fist in the air. "The monopoly is broken! The Undisputed System has lost a title!"
"It's a travesty!" JBL was red in the face, slamming his hat onto the table. "He cheated! He used a low blow! He used a chair! That title belongs to Jericho! This is theft!"
"What goes around comes around, John!" Lawler laughed, pointing at the ring. "Heyman brought the chair in! Jericho tried to use it! Punk just beat them at their own game!"
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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, & 1x WWE Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner, 1x Mr. Money In The Bank, Youngest WWE Champion, & PWI Top 500 (No.1)
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0