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Henry hit the turnbuckles chest first. Sandro charged, blasting him with a dropkick to the back of the head. Henry slumped into the corner, dazed. Sandro backed up, eyes narrowing.He sprinted forward and drove a massive corner knee strike into Henry's chest, then another. Henry sagged, barely upright.
Sandro pulled him out, hooked the leg, and dropped him with a sharp snap suplex.
Both men stayed down for a moment, chests heaving.
The crowd buzzed, sensing how evenly matched this had become.
Cole spoke with awe. "This is not just about strength versus skill anymore. This is about will."
Sandro rolled to his knees first, forcing himself up with the ropes. He wiped blood from his lip, eyes never leaving Henry.
Henry sat up slowly, breathing heavy, sweat pouring down his face. He stared back at Sandro, respect and fury mixing in his expression.
They stood at the same time.
They charged.
They collided in the center of the ring with simultaneous strikes.
Henry's right hand rocked Sandro.
Sandro's forearm snapped Henry's jaw.
They staggered back, then went again.
Henry landed another blow.
Sandro answered with a kick.
Henry headbutted.
Sandro chopped the leg.
The crowd roared with every exchange.
Henry grabbed Sandro and hurled him with a violent overhead throw. Sandro flipped, landing hard on his back, rolling through sheer instinct.
Henry followed, grabbing Sandro by the throat.
The crowd gasped.
Henry lifted him—
Chokeslam—
Sandro slipped free mid lift, landing behind Henry again and shoving him forward.
Henry stumbled into the ropes.
Sandro leapt—
Springboard dropkick to the back of Henry's head!
Henry collapsed to the mat.
The arena exploded.
Sandro dove into another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Henry kicked out again.
Sandro rolled off, hands on his head, disbelief flashing across his face for the first time.
Lawler shouted, "What does he have to do?!"
Sandro didn't waste time arguing with reality.
He rolled to his feet, backing into the corner, eyes locked on Henry.
The crowd buzzed as Sandro clapped once.
Henry stirred, pushing himself up slowly, one knee at a time.
Sandro charged—
Henry exploded upward at the last second, catching Sandro mid run and slamming him down with a monstrous powerslam.
The ring shook violently.
Henry covered.
ONE!
TWO!
Sandro kicked out.
Detroit went insane.
Henry sat back on his knees, breathing hard, staring down at Sandro in disbelief.
Cole said it quietly, stunned. "This is unreal."
Henry wiped sweat from his eyes, then nodded slowly, as if accepting something.
He stood.
He backed up.
The crowd began to roar again, sensing what was coming.
Henry signaled.
Sandro stirred, rolling onto his stomach, pushing himself up with the ropes.
Henry charged—
Sandro sidestepped.
Henry hit the ropes.
Sandro snapped a kick into Henry's leg again, chopping him down mid stride.
Henry collapsed to one knee.
Sandro followed with a brutal roundhouse to the side of the head.
Henry fell onto his back.
Sandro dropped into a cover again.
ONE!
TWO!
Henry powered out, bench pressing Sandro off his chest.
Both men rolled apart, exhaustion now fully visible.
The Undisputed System watched intently, tension etched on every face. Alexa clasped her hands together. Heyman murmured something under his breath.
Lawler leaned closer to his mic. "Nobody is leaving anything behind."
Henry pushed himself up again, slower now. His movements were heavy, labored, but determined.
Sandro met him halfway.
They locked up.
Henry drove Sandro back into the ropes, crushing him again with sheer mass. The referee counted.
Henry broke cleanly this time, backing away.
Sandro lunged—
Henry caught him—
World's Strongest Slam attempt—
Sandro rained elbows again, desperate.
Henry stumbled—
Sandro slipped free, grabbed Henry's arm, and twisted sharply, wrenching it down as he dropped to the mat, snapping the joint.
Henry roared in pain.
Sandro rolled through, trying to transition, trying to lock something in.
Henry powered up again, sheer force overwhelming technique, lifting Sandro off the mat entirely and slamming him down with a brutal sit out slam.
Both men stayed down.
The referee began counting.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
They both rolled, both forcing themselves up before five.
The crowd applauded, half boos, half cheers, fully invested now.
Cole summed it up. "This is turning into something special."
Henry and Sandro stood again, battered, bruised, sweat soaked, staring each other down.
No taunts.
No words.
Henry and Sandro stood there, inches apart, neither man willing to blink.
The noise inside the arena never fully dropped, but it changed. It wasn't just cheering or booing anymore. It was that low, restless hum that only comes when people realize they're watching something they're going to remember.
Sweat dripped from both men onto the canvas, darkening the mat beneath their boots. Sandro's chest rose and fell sharply. Henry's shoulders heaved with every breath, his massive frame showing the first real signs of wear.
Cole broke the moment. "Look at them. No posturing. No talking. This has gone beyond titles, beyond factions. This is pride now."
Lawler nodded. "And that's when matches turn dangerous."
They stepped forward again, slower this time, more cautious. Henry reached out, trying to grab Sandro around the waist, but Sandro slipped aside and fired a sharp forearm into Henry's jaw.
Henry answered with a brutal short arm clothesline that nearly took Sandro's head off. Sandro flipped inside out, landing hard, rolling instinctively to the apron.
Henry didn't follow immediately. He stood in the center of the ring, chest rising, eyes locked on Sandro like a predator gauging wounded prey. The crowd roared as Henry beat his chest once, twice, signaling that he wasn't done.
Sandro pulled himself up by the ropes, shaking his head to clear it. Henry charged.
Sandro dropped down at the last second, yanking the top rope down with him. Henry's momentum carried him forward, sending him spilling over the ropes to the floor. The impact echoed through the building as Henry hit hard, crashing to one knee, then both hands.
The crowd erupted.
Cole's voice rose. "Thats bad! A good instincts from the champion!"
Sandro didn't hesitate. He sprinted across the ring, launched himself through the ropes, and connected with a diving forearm that smashed into Henry's shoulder and neck, sending both men sprawling on the outside.
The referee immediately started the count.
ONE!
TWO!
Both men lay there, chests heaving, the reality of the match finally settling in. Sandro rolled first, pushing himself up, grabbing the barricade for balance. Henry followed, slower, visibly favoring his ribs.
THREE!
Sandro grabbed Henry by the head and tried to roll him back into the ring, but Henry blocked, planting his feet and shoving Sandro backward. Sandro stumbled, hit the steel steps shoulder first, grimacing in pain.
FOUR!
Henry lumbered forward and drove Sandro back first into the barricade. The impact drew a collective gasp from the crowd. Sandro cried out, his body folding against the padding.
Lawler winced. "That's nearly four hundred pounds crashing into you."
Henry tried to follow with another charge, but Sandro slipped aside at the last second, sending Henry shoulder first into the ring post. The sound was sickening, a dull metallic thud that made people in the front rows recoil.
FIVE!
Henry staggered, clutching his shoulder. Sandro seized the moment, rolling him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Sandro slid in after him, collapsing onto his knees as the referee continued the count outside.
SIX!
Sandro crawled into a cover, hooking the leg weakly, more out of instinct than confidence.
ONE!
TWO!
Henry kicked out, this time with less explosiveness but just as much authority.
Sandro rolled away, breathing hard, sweat and blood mixing on his face. He wiped his eyes, forcing himself back to his feet as Henry rolled onto his side, shaking his head.
Cole spoke softly. "Every cover feels closer than the last."
Sandro backed into the corner again, grabbing the top rope to steady himself. He waited, eyes locked, calculating.
Henry pushed up to his knees.
Sandro charged, but this time Henry saw it coming. He surged forward and caught Sandro mid stride, crushing him with a devastating running body block that flattened him. Sandro bounced off the mat, clutching his ribs.
Henry stayed on him, grabbing Sandro by the head and hauling him up with surprising speed. He drove him down with a brutal short arm slam, then followed immediately with a heavy elbow drop across the chest.
The crowd roared.
Henry hooked the leg deeply.
ONE!
TWO!
Sandro kicked out again, his shoulder barely clearing the mat.
Henry exhaled sharply, frustration creeping into his expression. He sat back, looking at Sandro like he couldn't quite believe it.
Lawler shouted, "What heart! What resilience!"
Henry stood again, looming over Sandro. He reached down, hauled Sandro up, and whipped him into the corner with force. Sandro hit hard, back first, staggering himself out.
Henry charged, going for another corner splash—
Sandro exploded out of the corner at the last second, smashing Henry with a sudden running knee strike that caught him square in the face.
Henry stumbled back, stunned.
Sandro followed with a spinning backfist that snapped Henry's head sideways. He didn't stop. He fired a low kick to the leg, then another, chopping the giant down inch by inch.
Henry dropped to one knee.
The crowd rose to their feet.
Sandro backed up and drove a brutal penalty kick into Henry's chest. The sound echoed like a gunshot.
Sandro fell into another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Henry kicked out again.
Sandro slammed his hand against the mat in frustration, then forced himself up. He grabbed Henry's arm, twisting it, yanking him to his feet. Sandro attempted a quick DDT, but Henry powered out, lifting Sandro up and dropping him with a thunderous backbreaker across his knee.
Sandro screamed, clutching his spine as he rolled away.
Cole exclaimed, "Henry's strength is unreal, even this late!"
Henry followed, dragging Sandro up again. He lifted him onto his shoulder, the crowd recognizing the setup instantly.
Lawler's voice rose. "World's Strongest Slam coming up!"
Sandro flailed, raining down elbows with everything he had left. Henry staggered but didn't drop him. He roared, muscling Sandro up—
And slammed him down.
World's Strongest Slam.
The ring shook violently.
Detroit exploded.
Henry collapsed onto Sandro, hooking the leg with everything he had left.
ONE!
TWO!
The referee's hand came down—
And Sandro kicked out at the very last possible fraction of a second.
The referee's hand stopped inches from the mat.
The arena erupted into chaos.
Cole shouted at the top of his lungs. "HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT!"
Lawler was losing his mind. "Nobody kicks out of that! Nobody!"
Henry rolled off Sandro, sitting up slowly, eyes wide, staring at the referee. He shook his head, disbelief etched across his face. He looked down at Sandro, then back at the official, silently asking if it was real.
The referee nodded. Two count.
Henry pressed his lips together, then nodded once, as if accepting the challenge. He pushed himself up to his feet, towering, breathing heavy, chest heaving.
He backed into the corner.
The crowd began to buzz again, sensing something big.
Henry slapped the turnbuckles, signaling it clearly.
World's Strongest Splash.
Sandro lay on his back, barely moving, chest rising and falling shallowly. Henry charged, the entire ring seeming to shake beneath his steps.
At the last possible second, Sandro rolled.
Henry launched himself—
And crashed chest first into the mat.
The impact was brutal. Henry bounced slightly, clutching his chest and stomach as he rolled onto his side, pain finally catching up to him. He pushed up to both knees, gasping, arms wrapped around his ribs.
The crowd exploded again, half cheering, half stunned.
Cole shouted, "He missed it! He missed it!"
Sandro rolled onto his side, eyes wide as he realized what just happened. He sucked in deep breaths, forcing oxygen back into his lungs. Slowly, painfully, he pushed himself up.
Behind Henry.
The Undisputed System leaned forward at ringside, tension etched on every face. Alexa's hands were clasped tight. Heyman was muttering under his breath, eyes wide.
Henry knelt there, still clutching his chest, trying to steady himself.
Sandro wiped his face, blood and sweat smearing across his forearm. He took one more deep breath.
Then he ran. He hit the ropes hard, momentum building. He came back around, and swung his right arm outward in a vicious arc, elbow snapping from inward to outward, smashing into the back of Henry's head and neck.
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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