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The scene was unrelenting, security and referees flooded in, trying to break up the madness, but neither side wanted to stop. Sandro yelled over the noise, his voice echoing through the hall. "This is OUR show! You hear me? OURS!"
Triple H, blood now trickling from his lip, snarled back. "Over my dead body!" He lunged again, tackling Sandro into a pile of crates as the camera cut back to the ring, the crowd on fire with boos.
Cole's voice was seething. "This isn't a rivalry anymore, King! This is war! The Undisputed System and DX are going to tear this company apart!"
Lawler's voice was tense, almost pleading, as the cameras panned back to the carnage. "Cole, you're right, this isn't a fight anymore, this is a war. Nobody's backing down, not a single soul in that hallway. And if somebody doesn't get this under control fast, Shawn Michaels could be in serious danger. He hasn't even moved yet, he's still groaning on the ground. They need to stop this madness and let the medical team check on him before it's too late!"
Cole answered with a frustrated bark. "I couldn't agree more, King! But it doesn't look like anyone's listening back there!"
The feed cut back to the backstage chaos, and Lawler's words were proven wrong immediately. The referees and security guards who had swarmed in to calm things down were being flattened one by one.
Big E grabbed a referee by the collar, roaring as he hurled him through a catering table. The man landed in a heap, clutching his ribs. Ryback swung his massive arm and floored a guard with a clothesline so hard it sent the poor man into a wall with a sickening thud.
Another group of officials rushed in, but Wade Barrett shoved one into a stack of metal cases and stomped him down while Alexa Bliss kicked a female security officer square in the chest to knock her off Tori.
Cole's voice climbed higher in outrage. "This is a disgrace! Sandro and his Undisputed System are attacking officials! Referees, security, people just doing their job and they're being treated like cannon fodder!"
Lawler was equally disgusted. "And look at DX, Cole! Look at Kofi, they're not swinging at referees, they're not swinging at security, they're trying to restrain themselves, but what can they do when Sandro and his thugs are running wild like animals?!"
Triple H staggered to his feet, blood dripping down his chin, but before he could get back to Sandro, another referee got wiped out between them. Shawn Michaels was still motionless, EMTs trapped behind the wave of chaos, unable to get to him as more bodies piled up.
The scene reached a boiling point when the RAW locker room burst onto the scene. The hallway flooded with talent. John Cena was the first into frame, his face stone cold serious as he grabbed Ryback around the waist and tried to haul him back.
Randy Orton was right behind him, his eyes narrowed in cold fury as he dragged Wade Barrett away from X-Pac. Mark Henry stormed through like a wall, planting himself between Big E and the beaten Road Dogg.
Sheamus came in swinging, pulling Drew off of Kofi, while John Morrison, R-Truth, MVP, Zack Ryder, and Vladimir Kozlov rushed in to split up the other clusters of violence. Santino and Goldust were seen trying to peel Alexa away from Tori but failed miserably, while Chris Masters and Evan Bourne did their best to separate Billy Gunn from Ryback's grip.
And it wasn't just the men, the women of the roster came storming in too. Kelly Kelly, the Bella Twins, Eve Torres, and Gail Kim dove into the chaos, shoving Alexa back and creating a wall around Tori, allowing Santino and Goldust to help the men. Nikki and Brie in particular were screaming at Alexa, pulling her hair to drag her off the pile as Alexa shrieked with fury.
The noise was deafening: shouts from the wrestlers, security still struggling, fans roaring in the arena watching it unfold live on the tron. The cameras tried desperately to catch every angle, but the brawl had spread so wide that the entire backstage looked like a battlefield.
Cole yelled over the madness. "The locker room has emptied! RAW's roster is out here trying to restore order, but it looks like even they can't stop this powder keg from exploding!"
Lawler's tone was bitter. "This is what Sandro has done, Cole. This is what the Undisputed System has brought to RAW! Not competition, not wrestling, but chaos. Pure chaos!"
Just when it seemed things couldn't get any more out of control, the unmistakable presence of Vince McMahon filled the hallway. The boss stormed into the frame, red faced, veins bulging, his voice booming over the shouting. Right behind him was Stephanie McMahon, her expression one of pure panic as she rushed straight to Triple H's side, kneeling to check on her husband's battered face.
Vince roared, "What the hell is going on here?! You think you can turn my show into a damn circus? You think you can hijack Monday Night RAW?!"
Immediately, Cena and the others tried to force calm. DX and Kofi, breathing heavy, stepped back a few paces, still glaring daggers at the Undisputed System but heeding Vince's presence.
Sandro and his crew, however, weren't so easily restrained. Drew McIntyre and Wade Barrett lunged forward again, only to be grabbed and held back by Sheamus and Orton. Ryback strained against three men holding him back, bellowing like a bull.
And Sandro himself, with sweat and blood matting his hair, stared holes into Triple H from across the hallway. His chest heaved with each breath, that predatory glare never leaving his rival, until Vince McMahon's voice cut through the tension.
"You!" Vince pointed straight at Sandro, marching up to him, face to face. "Shut your damn mouth right now, or I'll strip you of that United States Championship before your first week as champion is even over!"
Gasps rippled through the crowd watching live, and even the wrestlers holding Sandro back looked wide eyed at Vince's declaration.
Sandro's gaze slowly turned from Triple H to Vince, his face twisting into a murderous sneer. He took one slow step forward, leaning in. "What… did you just say to my face?"
Vince didn't flinch, not an inch. He leaned in closer, eyes bulging with fury. "I said if you don't stand down, I'll strip you of your title and leave you with nothing. NOTHING! Do you understand me?!"
Cole was nearly shouting from commentary. "Oh my God, King, Vince is standing right up to him! The boss is looking Sandro right in the eye and daring him!"
Lawler replied, nervous. "That's not a good idea, Cole. Look at Sandro's eyes, those aren't the eyes of a man who respects authority. That's a dangerous look!"
The tension was unbearable. Sandro's lips curled into something dark, something cruel. Then, suddenly, he laughed. A harsh, ugly laugh that made everyone in the hallway uneasy.
"You want to strip me of this title, old man? Tell me… what reason are you going to use? Because you don't dare. You can't." His smirk widened as he leaned closer. "Because if you even try, I'll have my father pull his stake, and in a matter of seconds, WWE will be bankrupt. DEAD. You wouldn't survive a week without Nexum Core."
The words sent a collective shiver through everyone present. Vince, though, didn't budge. He snorted, face redder than ever. "Without your father, without Nexum Core, WWE still stands. WWE still thrives. This company is bigger than you, bigger than him, bigger than anyone! And no one, NO ONE, can destroy it!"
Sandro's laugh grew louder, echoing in the hallway like a madman. He threw his head back, cackling before snapping his gaze back to Vince with fire in his eyes. "You really believe that?"
Vince growled, "Damn right, I do!"
For a moment, it looked like Sandro might lunge forward, but instead he raised his hands slowly, theatrically, and exhaled through his nose. His cruel smirk never faded. "Fine. Since you said so, I'll calm myself."
He turned slightly, looking at Cena and Santino, who were restraining his arms. "You two, let go."
The two men exchanged glances with Vince. Cena raised his eyebrow, hesitant, while Santino looked nervous. Vince, his chest heaving, gave a curt nod. Reluctantly, they let go.
Sandro dusted off his shoulders, patting imaginary dirt, the arrogance oozing from every gesture. He adjusted the title belt over his shoulder, then raised his hand and signaled to the Undisputed System to stand down. Drew, Ryback, Wade, Big E, and Alexa reluctantly pulled back, their eyes still wild but following their leader's command.
The tension dipped, just for a moment. Then Sandro turned back toward Vince. His expression softened into something almost polite. He smiled. "Thank you, boss. Thank you… because now I can do this."
Before anyone could react, Sandro lunged forward and headbutted Vince McMahon square in the forehead.
The impact was sickening, the crack echoing through the hall. Vince collapsed backwards like a man shot, his hands instantly going to his face as blood poured from a deep gash on his forehead. The boss was down.
The entire backstage ERUPTED into chaos. Screams filled the air. Stephanie shrieked, dropping to Vince's side, her hands trembling as she tried to cradle his head. Cena and Orton charged Sandro instantly, shoving him back as the Undisputed System swarmed in to defend their leader.
Cole's voice broke with fury. "DAMN IT, KING, HE JUST HEADBUTTED THE CHAIRMAN! SANDRO JUST SPLIT VINCE MCMANON'S HEAD OPEN!"
Lawler yelled, voice filled with disbelief. "This is too far, Cole! This is beyond too far! That's the chairman of this company, he's been assaulted on his own show!"
The camera zoomed in on Vince, blood staining his silver hair as Stephanie screamed for help. Officials rushed in with towels, while the roster surged forward, half trying to restrain the Undisputed System and half going to Vince's aid.
And in the middle of it all, Sandro stood tall, blood on his forehead from the headbutt mixing with Vince's, his cruel smile still etched across his face. He then received his title from a referee and raised the United States Championship high in the air, screaming over the chaos.
"THIS IS OURS! RAW IS OURS!"
The screen flickered with replays, Vince's collapse playing again and again as Stephanie screamed for medics, referees swarmed, and DX struggled against the walls of bodies keeping them apart.
After that Sandro and the Undisputed System members walked away, leaving the backstage area in utter ruins, the echoes of their chaos still rattling through the halls.
The air was thick with the scent of spilled food from catering, broken wood from shattered tables, and the metallic tang of blood that had smeared across the floor where Vince had gone down. DX alongside Kofi finally were released by the wrestlers who had been holding them back or creating those human walls to separate them from Sandro and his crew.
Some immediately rushed to check on Shawn Michaels, who was still down, groaning faintly but at least showing signs of consciousness. Road Dogg, Billy Gunn, and X-Pac crowded around him, shouting at the EMTs to hurry the hell up.
The medical team finally broke through, kneeling beside Shawn, carefully rolling him to his side, checking his pupils, murmuring words about possible concussion symptoms. His body looked weak, his eyes unfocused as he tried to speak but could barely manage more than a faint whisper.
At the same time, another group of people clustered around Vince. Stephanie was in tears, her hands stained crimson as she pressed towels against her father's forehead. The wound was bad, far worse than most expected. Vince, stubborn as ever, kept trying to swat the medics away, but his voice cracked every time he tried to bark an order. His pride wouldn't let him lie there quietly, but his body wasn't giving him much of a choice.
Cena crouched beside him, his hand on Vince's shoulder, muttering, "Just stay still, boss. Let 'em help you."
Triple H, bloodied but shaking with rage, tried to push himself toward the hall where Sandro had left, but Orton and Sheamus dragged him back, their hands clamped on his shoulders. "Hunter, don't," Orton warned, his voice low and venomous. "You'll just make it worse. He's gone."
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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
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0