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Alexa slid it into the ring just as Sandro, battered but stirring, crawled toward the ropes. He gripped the middle rope, pulling himself upright, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Alexa whispered encouragement from the apron as she nudged the hammer toward his hand.
Triple H, still yelling at the Undisputed System from the ropes, finally turned around. He didn't see Alexa slip away into the sea of fans. He didn't see the hammer gripped tightly in Sandro's hands.
He only saw Sandro, standing shakily, waiting for him.
And then, CRACK!
The sound of steel against skull echoed like a gunshot. Triple H's body went stiff, then collapsed flat on his back. The entire crowd gasped, a mixture of boos and shock.
Cole screamed, his voice cracking. "No! No! Damn it! The sledgehammer! That's Triple H's weapon, King! Sandro just stole The Game's own playbook and used it against him!"
Lawler was beside himself. "This is disgusting! How low can this guy sink?!"
Sandro, eyes blazing, tossed the sledgehammer out of the ring with a grin. He wiped the sweat from his brow. But he wasn't finished. He dragged Triple H up, barely able to lift him, and hooked his arms. With a guttural roar, he dropped him with a Pedigree! The insult was clear, and the boos rained down louder than ever.
But Sandro still wasn't done.
He crawled to the corner, climbing the ropes slowly, deliberately, savoring every second as he stood tall on the top turnbuckle. The entire arena showered him with hatred, but he only raised his arms, taunting Triple H to get up.
The Game stirred, blood trickling from his forehead, his body trembling as he somehow pushed himself to his feet. The fans screamed for him, begging for one last miracle.
But Sandro screamed, "THIS IS MY ERA!" before he dove off, snatching him mid rise, positioning his body in mid air, DOWNFALL DDT! Triple H's skull bounced off the canvas with sickening force. Sandro rolled him over, hooked the leg deep, and screamed at the groggy referee.
"One! Two! Three!"
The bell rang, and the boos were deafening.
Justin Roberts' voice echoed over the sound system. "Here is your winner… AND STILL THE WWE UNITED STATES CHAMPION… SANDROOOOO ZHANGGGG!"
Cole spat venom through the headset. "This is highway robbery! That man is a disgrace to this business, King! Triple H had this match won, and Sandro, with his cronies and his underhanded tactics, once again walks away with the United States Championship!"
Lawler's voice was pure disgust. "I can't believe it, Cole. The Undisputed System has poisoned this company. Sandro isn't just a thief, he's a coward who hides behind Alexa, behind Wade, Drew, Big E, and Ryback! He had to use The Game's own weapon to steal the victory. It makes me sick."
The camera cut to Triple H, still sprawled in the middle of the ring, blood trickling from his forehead, his chest heaving faintly. Outside the ring, DX and Kofi continued fighting the Undisputed System, security pouring in to separate the chaos. The fans booed relentlessly, but Sandro stood tall in the middle of the ring, the United States Championship raised high above his head, Alexa beside him clapping proudly.
Sandro leaned over Triple H's broken body, shouting, "You thought you were smarter than me?! THIS IS MY GAME NOW!"
And as Raw went off the air, the image of Sandro, the most hated man in WWE, standing tall over Triple H's battered frame with the championship in hand burned into the fans' minds.
Twitter didn't just light up after Raw went off the air, it exploded like a powder keg. Within minutes of Sandro's Downfall DDT planting Triple H into the canvas, hashtags like #SandroScrewedHunter, #LumberjackChaos, and #USTitleRobbery trended worldwide.
Clips of the finish flooded timelines, the slow motion replay of Sandro blasting The Game with the sledgehammer and then mocking him with his own Pedigree being replayed and retweeted endlessly, each one accompanied by outrage, disbelief, or, in some cases, grudging admiration.
One fan tweeted. "This is insane. 2 years in the business and Sandro just pinned Triple H clean (well, clean ish). Hate him or not, you can't deny the guy is being pushed to the moon. #Raw #USChamp"
Another wrote furiously. "He beat Shawn, Kane, and now Hunter. All legends. All with distractions. Dude is a coward, not a champ. #SandroSucks"
Podcasters went live within the hour. One of the biggest wrestling channels on YouTube streamed a post show panel, their voices buzzing with the kind of energy only controversy could bring.
"Look," one analyst said, leaning into his mic, "I get it. Heels cheat. That's their job. But Sandro is something different. He's pinning guys like Shawn Michaels, Kane, and now Triple H, in less than one year in the company! That's unheard of. And yeah, sure, there were distractions every time, but history won't remember the asterisk. History will just see the wins. You can't ignore that."
Another host chimed in immediately."Exactly. This kid's twenty and he's already stacking Hall of Famers on his résumé. The boos are deafening, but here's the thing, the push doesn't feel manufactured. It feels organic. Fans want to hate him, but they're also invested. That's lightning in a bottle."
Cole and Lawler's commentary was clipped to pieces too, fans remixing their outrage with music, some mocking them for "crying," others agreeing with every word.
On Twitter, more and more threads piled up by the hundreds. Some called Sandro the future of WWE's heel division, comparing him to Triple H himself during his reign of terrors. Others speculated about a potential face turn down the line, maybe even a Stone Cold esque tweener role, where he did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, regardless of alignment.
One top comment read. "If WWE plays their cards right, Sandro could be the defining heel of this generation. But the scary thing? He might also be the guy who pulls a double turn and becomes the most unlikely babyface of them all."
The speculation only fueled more buzz. People debated if he could carry a WrestleMania main event in the next two years, or if WWE was setting him up as the "final boss" heel for the next generation of babyfaces to slay.
Even mainstream sports outlets picked up on the buzz, noting that lumberjack matches were rare, let alone ones with this kind of star power and stakes. The fact that it doubled as punishment from Stephanie McMahon after Sandro's infamous "headbutt to Vince" incident only made the storyline hotter. Every headline carried the same theme, love him or hate him, you couldn't ignore Sandro Zhang.
Days rolled by in the aftermath. The chaos of Monday night settled, but the conversation didn't die. If anything, it grew.
Merchandise sales, ironically, spiked. "SANDRO SUCKS" parody shirts, initially made by fans, went viral before WWE itself leaned into the hate and began producing official versions. Crowds wanted to boo him, but they also wanted to be part of the act.
Behind the curtain, Sandro kept his head down. While the fans raged online, he spent his days shadowing Stephanie and Triple H, helping them with the early stages of the FCW acquisition deal. His title of "special advisor" wasn't just a gimmick, he'd put real money behind the rebrand, and with that came real influence.
Friday arrived, and with it, the next step.
The McMahon family's private jet sliced through clear blue skies as Sandro sat across from Stephanie and Hunter, the hum of the engines steady and low. Triple H was still bruised from Monday, a faint line of stitches above his brow, but he carried himself with the same stoic authority as always.
Stephanie had her laptop open, running through documents, while Sandro leaned back, scrolling through his phone, smirking at the never ending flood of tweets about him.
"You enjoying the hate?" Triple H finally asked, breaking the silence. His voice was half amusement and half tease.
Sandro lowered his phone, a big grin sliding across his face. "They hate me now, but they're talking about me nonstop. That's all that matters. Eyes on me, eyes on the product. Everybody wins."
Stephanie chuckled, shaking her head. "Spoken like a true professional of the industry already."
The jet landed in Tampa, and soon they were inside a sleek black SUV, the Florida sun blazing overhead. Another SUV trailed behind, carrying their legal and financial teams. As they pulled into the FCW Headquarters lot, Sandro glanced out the tinted window and saw the crowd of cars.
Friday. House show day.
His chest tightened with anticipation. He thought of April, his first girlfriend, still grinding it out in FCW while Alexa and Nikki had already been called up. He smiled to himself, hoping he'd get a chance to see her, to remind her she hadn't been forgotten in all the chaos of his meteoric rise, giving her a big surprise as he haven't told her he would be here.
The SUV rolled to a stop, and the doors opened. Sandro stepped out alongside Stephanie and Hunter, adjusting his jacket. The Florida heat clung to him instantly, but he barely noticed, his eyes scanning the building he'd once trained in.
Inside, waiting by the front doors, stood Steve Keirn and Dusty Rhodes, flanked by their own legal teams.
"Steph! Hunter!" Dusty's booming voice filled the lobby as he opened his arms wide. "And look who we got here, the champ himself!"
Sandro barely had time to react before Dusty pulled him into a bear hug, laughter rumbling from the American Dream's chest. Steve followed right after, clapping Sandro on the back before pulling him into a hug of his own.
"Boy, look at you," Steve said with a proud grin. "United States Champion. WrestleMania win under your belt. You've done in one year what takes others a whole career. Hell of a ride so far."
Dusty shook his head in disbelief. "I tell ya, we knew you had somethin' special, but damn, son, you're knockin' down doors faster than anybody I've ever seen."
Sandro's smirk softened into something genuine. "It's because of you two. You taught me how things worked backstage, how to talk to people, how to deal with the politics, how to carry myself. I'd be lost without that foundation, even if I have a rich background."
Steve and Dusty exchanged a glance, then both broke into warm laughter. Dusty patted him on the shoulder. "Now that's what I like to hear. Not many boys your age give credit where it's due."
Steve's smile turned curious. "But tell me, what brings you down here today with these two? This looks more like business than pleasure."
Sandro turned his head, gesturing toward Stephanie and Triple H. "That's their story to tell."
Stephanie chuckled, stepping forward. "You're right. Steve, Dusty, Sandro's not just here as talent today. He's here as our special advisor. He's invested private capital into the rebranding process. Without him, and his father, this acquisition and rebrand to NXT wouldn't even be on the table."
Both men blinked, surprised. Dusty let out a low whistle. "Well I'll be damned. Guess we shouldn't be shocked, huh Steve? Kid's always had vision. Always thought bigger than himself. Always talked like he saw where this whole business was goin' before anyone else."
Steve nodded, smiling at Sandro with renewed respect. "Not surprised at all. You never thought small, son. Always big picture."
Sandro simply smiled, dipping his head in acknowledgment.
With greetings exchanged, Steve and Dusty led the group deeper into the building. The familiar halls of FCW hummed with life, wrestlers preparing for that night's house show, staff buzzing between offices, the faint sounds of weights clanging in the training room. Sandro felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him, but he kept it tucked beneath his calm, confident exterior.
In the conference room, the financial and legal teams took their seats, binders and laptops spread out across the long table. Dusty and Steve sat at one end, Stephanie and Triple H at the other, with Sandro positioned right between them, half talent, half businessman.
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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