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The hatred for the God King was so pure, so incredibly concentrated, that the fans actively booed the mere mention of his existence. "Listen to that reaction!" Cole shouted over the noise. "The WWE Universe absolutely despises the Triple Crown Champion! And they are entirely behind the World's Largest Athlete to be the man who finally dethrones him from that Triple Crown!"
Big Show smirked, letting the boos wash over the ring before raising the microphone back to his mouth.
"I know the WWE production trucks have been running video packages all week," Big Show mocked, waving his massive hand dismissively. "I know they have been promoting tonight as this massive, historic milestone. Three hundred and sixty five days. A full calendar year of Sandro Zhang holding the United States Championship."
Big Show scoffed, a dark, entirely unimpressed look crossing his face.
"Let me make something crystal clear," Big Show declared, his voice booming through the sound system. "I do not care about your little three hundred and sixty five days! I do not care about the history you think you are making! I don't give a damn about your little billionaire milestones!"
The giant began to pace aggressively, his massive boots shaking the ring canvas.
"And you want to know what else I don't care about?!" Big Show roared, his voice hitting a frantic, intense peak of pure aggression. "I don't care about Brock Lesnar! I don't care about Bobby Lashley! I don't care about Drew McIntyre, and I certainly do not care that your pathetic little Undisputed System is currently crumbling down into dust around your ankles!"
The crowd popped massively at the complete, utter dismissal of the entire main event storyline. The giant was a lone wolf, and he was cutting entirely through the corporate drama.
"All of that backstage politics is just noise!" Big Show screamed, staring directly into the hard camera, practically looking directly into Sandro's soul. "What I want... the only thing that I absolutely desire... is to finally get my two massive hands around your throat! I want to break your ribs! I want to beat you into an absolute, unrecognizable pulp! And ripping that United States Championship entirely off your waist... that is just going to be the sweet, beautiful cherry on top of your destruction!"
The Tingley Coliseum erupted into a massive, deafening cheer!
The fans threw their hands into the air, entirely supporting the World's Largest Athlete's incredibly violent mission statement!
"Big Show is not playing games!" Cole yelled, entirely hyped by the sheer intensity of the promo. "He has tunnel vision! He doesn't care about the Dominator! He doesn't care about the Beast! He just wants to absolutely annihilate the God King!"
"That is exactly the mindset you have to have, Michael!" Lawler added, completely captivated by the giant's aura. "You can't get distracted by the smoke and mirrors of the Undisputed System! Big Show knows that Sandro Zhang is isolated, he knows the ribs are injured, and he is going straight for the jugular!"
"It's a suicide mission!" JBL wailed, entirely appalled by the disrespect shown to the Triple Crown Champion. "He is walking directly into a trap! Sandro Zhang just hired Bobby Lashley for this exact reason! If Big Show thinks he can just waltz into the God King's yard and take his gold, he is going to end up exactly like Drew McIntyre and Brock Lesnar, unconscious on the floor!"
Inside the ring, Big Show completely ignored the commentary table, ready to make his challenge entirely official.
"So, here is exactly how this is going to work, Sandro," Big Show stated, his voice dropping back into a cold, methodical, authoritative tone. "You used your money to bend the rules. But I earned my opportunity in the center of the ring. I am officially invoking the right I earned by winning the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale."
Big Show paused, an incredibly ironic, mocking smile stretching across his massive face.
"And it's quite poetic, actually," Big Show chuckled darkly. "Just like you did exactly one year ago at WrestleMania, when you used the reward from winning the inaugural battle royale to get your way into the title picture... I am using this trophy to force my way to you. I am officially challenging you, Sandro Zhang, for the United States Championship!"
The crowd buzzed, waiting for the date and the stipulation.
"And we aren't going to do this on a random episode of Monday Night RAW where you can have your little hired goons interfere," Big Show declared, raising his voice to the rafters. "I am challenging you for the main event of the Extreme Rules Pay Per View next week! And because I want to legally, unapologetically tear you limb from limb... it is going to be an Extreme Rules match!"
The Georgetown arena absolutely exploded!
"YES! YES! YES!" The chant violently rattled the barricades!
An Extreme Rules match between the World's Largest Athlete and the battered, bruised God King was an absolute dream scenario for the fans who desperately wanted to see Sandro Zhang suffer.
"Did you hear that?!" Cole shrieked, practically leaping out of his chair! "Next week! The main event of the Extreme Rules Pay Per View! Big Show versus Sandro Zhang for the United States Championship in a match where absolutely anything goes! There are no disqualifications! There are no count outs! It is pure, unadulterated carnage!"
"Sandro Zhang is in massive trouble!" Lawler yelled over the deafening crowd noise. "How can he possibly defend himself against a four hundred pound giant when there are no rules to protect him?!"
"He doesn't have to accept it!" JBL argued frantically, desperate to find a loophole for his beloved champion. "It's an unsafe working environment! Sandro is a billionaire, he can have his lawyers tie this challenge up in litigation for months!"
In the ring, having laid down the ultimate gauntlet, Big Show aggressively dropped the microphone onto the canvas.
THUD.
The heavy, booming bassline of his entrance music immediately hit the stadium speakers once again. The World's Largest Athlete had said his piece. He didn't wait for a response. He simply turned around and began to heavily march toward the ropes, fully intending to leave the ring and let the Triple Crown Champion sweat over the impending reality of his destruction.
But Big Show didn't even make it halfway through the ropes.
SCREEEEECH!
The iconic, heavily distorted radio static violently cut through the arena, entirely hijacking the audio feed!
The incredibly aggressive, legendary guitar riffs of Living Colour's "Cult of Personality" suddenly blasted through the massive sound system!
The reaction from the twenty thousand fans in South Carolina was absolutely instantaneous. The cheers for Big Show instantly morphed into a massive, deafening, completely united wall of pure, unadulterated boos! It was a visceral, physical wave of hatred directed entirely at the entrance stage.
Big Show stopped dead in his tracks. The giant slowly stepped back into the center of the ring, his massive hands balling into fists the size of cinderblocks. He glared up the ramp, an incredibly dark, violent anticipation settling over his features.
The heavy black curtains slowly parted.
Stepping out onto the stage, looking absolutely immaculate, was the God King himself.
Sandro was dressed in a razor sharp, perfectly tailored crimson suit that practically gleamed under the arena spotlights.
The cut of the jacket expertly concealed the thick medical bandages still wrapped around his battered ribs. Draped heavily over his right shoulder was the massive World Heavyweight Championship. Secured tightly around his waist was the prestigious WWE Championship. And clutched in his left hand was the very title the giant had just demanded, the United States Championship.
But Sandro was not alone.
Standing one step behind the billionaire prodigy, looking like a literal mountain of dark, impenetrable muscle, was The Dominator.
Bobby Lashley wore a tight black athletic shirt that clung to his massive chest, his arms crossed, his eyes completely dead and focused. He was the ultimate, terrifying insurance policy, and his presence alone completely shifted the psychological geometry of the arena.
Sandro Zhang didn't march down the ramp. He didn't look angry. He didn't look intimidated by the four hundred pound monster waiting for him in the ring.
In fact, Sandro looked incredibly, profoundly bored.
The Triple Crown Champion slowly brought a live WWE microphone up to his lips. He let out a long, heavy, exaggerated sigh that echoed loudly through the sound system, entirely dismissing the entire promo the Big Show had just delivered.
"Are you quite finished?" Sandro asked, his voice incredibly flat, entirely devoid of any emotion or excitement.
The crowd booed the sheer, unmitigated disrespect, but Sandro simply rolled his eyes.
"I was sitting in the back, listening to you ramble on and on about your momentum, and your spot, and your little golden trophy," Sandro said, his voice dripping with condescension. He slowly shook his head. "And honestly, Show? I am just so incredibly bored of having to face you."
Big Show's jaw clenched, his massive hands gripping the top rope in pure anger.
"How many times do we have to do this?" Sandro mocked, pacing slowly across the entrance stage, flanked by Lashley. "How many times do I have to systematically dismantle you before you finally get the hint? I have already beaten you. I have beaten you more than once. I have beaten you in singles matches. I have beaten you in tag team matches. I have completely out wrestled, out smarted, and out classed you every single time we have stepped into the same ring."
"He's not lying, King!" JBL cheered, instantly invigorated by the God King's presence. "Sandro has the Big Show's number! The giant is a dinosaur, and Sandro is the meteor that has already wiped him out!"
"Past results don't guarantee future success, John!" Cole argued. "This is an Extreme Rules match! This is entirely different!"
On the stage, Sandro lightly tapped the microphone against his chin, feigning a look of deep contemplation.
"But..." Sandro sighed dramatically. "Since you went through all the trouble of winning that pathetic little pre show battle royale... and since this is technically an official challenge sanctioned by the board of directors... I will accept."
The crowd erupted into a massive, chaotic cheer, thrilled that the match was officially on, but Sandro immediately raised his hand to cut them off.
"I accept your challenge for the Extreme Rules Pay Per View next week," Sandro confirmed, his voice dropping into a cold, incredibly arrogant register. "But don't you dare stand in my ring and delude yourself into thinking that the result is going to be any different than it was before."
Sandro stopped pacing. He stared directly down the ramp, locking his dark, sociopathic eyes onto the massive giant.
"And as for the words you just said," Sandro sneered, his lip curling in absolute disgust. "As for your little claim that we have 'bad blood'? That you want to beat me to a pulp to avenge your honor?"
Sandro let out a dark, mocking laugh.
"You completely flatter yourself, Show," Sandro stated, his voice ringing with absolute, undeniable superiority. "To have bad blood, I would actually have to respect you as a human being. I would have to view you as an equal. But I don't."
Sandro took a step forward, completely leaning into the most vitriolic, arrogant persona possible. He knew exactly what button he wanted to push to completely unhinge the veteran.
"Because a God King like me," Sandro declared, his voice echoing perfectly through the silenced arena, "absolutely does not care about a steamy, stinking, four hundred pound piece of monkey crap like you."
The Tingley Coliseum fundamentally exploded!
A massive, incredibly loud wave of shock and pure, visceral boos entirely engulfed the arena! The fans could not believe the sheer audacity of what they had just heard!
Inside the ring, the Big Show's face instantly turned a violent, terrifying shade of crimson red. The veins in his massive bald head visibly bulged. He grabbed the top rope with both of his massive hands and violently shook the cables, his eyes burning with absolute, homicidal rage at the legendary insult.
At the commentary desk, absolute pandemonium broke loose.
"Oh my God!" Cole shrieked, completely appalled by the blatant disrespect! "Did he really just say that?! That is absolutely sickening!"
"He stole it!" Lawler yelled, throwing his hands up in the air, his voice cracking with shock! "He stole the line! That is a direct reference to exactly what The Rock used to say to the Big Show back in the Attitude Era! Sandro is actively ripping off legendary catchphrases just to humiliate the veteran!"
"It is not theft, King, it is a profound historical homage!" JBL screamed, laughing hysterically, entirely delighted by the insult. "The God King is a student of the game! He knows exactly how to get underneath the incredibly thin skin of the World's Largest Athlete! The Rock said it many years ago, and Sandro is echoing it today because the truth never changes!"
"It is a completely pathetic, cowardly way to try and intimidate a challenger!" Cole argued passionately, pointing at the enraged giant in the ring. "Look at the Big Show! He is absolutely livid! Sandro Zhang just threw a lit match onto a powder keg, and next week at Extreme Rules, there are absolutely no disqualifications to save him from the explosion!"
On the entrance stage, Sandro Zhang simply smirked. He didn't wait for a rebuttal. He didn't care about the Big Show's rage. He handed the microphone back to the technician, casually adjusted the World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder, and turned his back on the ring.
With The Dominator acting as his impenetrable shield, the God King slowly walked back through the heavy black curtains, leaving the World's Largest Athlete shaking with pure, unadulterated fury in the center of the ring. The stage was officially, violently set. Next week, Sandro's historic reigns of the United States Champion would face its absolute ultimate test inside a chaotic environment where the rules simply did not exist.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 21 (2011)
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, & 1x World Heavyweight 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) - 2010, & 1x KOTR (2010)
Wrestlemania Record: 2 - 0 Main Event: 1 - 0