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He leaned against the ropes, smirking down the camera. "Maybe next time, Steph should think twice before booking her husband against someone better. Because last week wasn't just about winning a match, it was about proving a point. Triple H represents the past. I represent the future. And the future doesn't kneel to kings."
The crowd erupted again in thunderous boos, chants of "SHUT THE HELL UP!" echoing through the arena.
Cole yelled into commentary, "This man has no respect! He's gone too far this time!"
Lawler shook his head. "I've seen arrogance before, but this, this is on another level."
In the ring, Sandro smirked wider as his faction surrounded him, standing tall behind their leader.
"You see," Sandro continued, "while Triple H and his little DX reunion party are busy living off nostalgia, the Undisputed System is building dynasty. We've taken FCW and we've conquered TNA in the past. Now, right here in WWE… we're untouchable. We're not a faction, we're evolution perfected."
He turned to face the hard camera, voice rising, eyes sharp and cold. "And mark my words, soon, every championship in this company will belong to us, one way or another."
The boos swelled again, but before Sandro could say another word, a sound thundered through the arena that instantly flipped the energy on its head.
"TIME TO PLAY THE GAME."
The crowd exploded in cheers. The lights pulsed green. Smoke filled the stage. The Undisputed System spun toward the entrance as Triple H's iconic theme roared through the stadium.
The fans were on their feet, screaming, "DX! DX! DX!"
And then they appeared.
Triple H walked out first, eyes burning, jaw tight, wearing his leather jacket over a dark shirt. Beside him, to everyone's shock and excitement, was Vince McMahon himself, standing tall with that unmistakable swagger. Behind them followed Shane McMahon, Stephanie, Shawn Michaels, Road Dogg, Billy Gunn, X-Pac, Tori, and Kofi Kingston.
The arena shook.
Sandro's smirk vanished. Alexa tensed at his side, glancing at him nervously. The rest of the Undisputed System straightened up, ready for anything.
Triple H stopped at the top of the ramp, microphone in hand, his music fading into the deafening roar of the fans. He waited, just long enough for the noise to crest, then leaned in.
"You done talking, kid?"
The place exploded again.
Sandro slowly lifted his mic, smirk creeping back. "Oh, we're just getting started, old man."
The tension was volcanic. The crowd could feel it. This wasn't over, it was only just beginning.
Triple H took a step forward, voice low but sharp as a blade.
"You think last week proved something? You think running your mouth, hiding behind your little entourage and girlfriend, makes you a one of the best? Son… you're standing in a ring built by people who earned that word."
Sandro laughed quietly, clapping mockingly. "Earned it? Please. You and your friends created the Klig and made careers off each other's coattails and backstabbing others in the back. The only thing you earned was early retirement."
The crowd gasped again. DX members started stepping forward, fury etched on their faces, but Vince raised a hand, signaling them to hold.
"No," Vince barked. "Let him talk. Let this punk hang himself with his own words."
The crowd roared their approval.
Sandro tilted his head, grinning like a predator. "Funny, Vince. You sound exactly like people did before I beat your son in law last week and when I headbutted you to hell, looks like that wound is gone. Money is truly amazing power."
That line hit like dynamite. Triple H stepped forward, fury flashing in his eyes, but Stephanie caught his arm, shaking her head.
"You think there aren't gonna be consequences for what you just said?" Triple H growled
Sandro chuckled, leaning against the ropes casually. "Oh, there are always consequences, H," he replied smoothly. "But for you… they already happened last week when I beat you."
That earned a wave of boos again, but Triple H didn't bite. Triple H stepped forward, eyes narrowing, expression hardened even more, and his voice deepening. While he pointed down at Sandro.
"You want to prove you're better? Then next week, you and I finish this, for real. No distractions. No interference. Just you and me."
The crowd erupted in cheers. Sandro tilted his head, pretending to think it over, then smiled mockingly. "Tempting," he said. "But see, Triple H… I don't need to prove anything to you. I already did. You're chasing ghosts. I'm building the future."
He gestured to the Undisputed System behind him. "This, we, are the evolution of your so called revolution. You and your friends had your time. You were the past. We're what comes next."
That last sentence hit hard. Triple H clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening. "Then I guess the past is about to kick your ass," he growled, tossing the mic aside.
He charged toward the ring.
The crowd went insane.
Sandro's smirk returned instantly as he dropped the mic. The Undisputed System moved like clockwork, Ryback and Big E stepped forward first, blocking the apron. Wade and Drew took flanking positions, while Alexa slipped to the side, smirking at the chaos.
Triple H didn't come alone. DX and the McMahons stormed down the ramp with him. The arena became a battlefield.
Chaos erupted.
Kofi slid into the ring first, throwing punches at Drew. X-Pac tackled Ryback, fists flying. Billy Gunn and Road Dogg went after Big E. Triple H lunged straight for Sandro—
The crowd roared as The Game tackled him to the mat, fists raining down.
Cole was going nuts seeing that. "It's chaos in Seattle! The Undisputed System and DX are tearing each other apart!"
Lawler on the other hand nodded his head and screamed. "All hell has broken loose!"
Alexa grabbed Sandro's title and swung the championship like a weapon, narrowly missing X-Pac, but before she could recover, Tori and Stephanie blindsided her from the side, tackling her straight down to the mat.
The three women crashed hard, the fans screaming as Tori and Steph laid into Alexa with punches, wild and angry, months of frustration spilling out all at once. Alexa tried to cover up, rolling to the side, but Steph grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back, shouting something inaudible over the roar of the crowd.
Alexa raked Stephanie's arm, trying to fight back, but Tori came from behind and clubbed her between the shoulders. The referee crew that comes out didn't even try to separate them anymore, this was beyond control.
Cole excitement could be heard. "Stephanie and Tori are going after Alexa! This is absolute mayhem!"
Lawler was in disbelief. "I can't believe it, Cole! It's McMahon family warfare out here!"
Outside the ring, Vince and Shane were brawling with Wade Barrett, the two McMahons moving like a machine, father and son fighting side by side. Vince, despite his age, still had that raw, intimidating power behind his strikes.
Every punch he threw landed with a thud that echoed through the arena. Shane, meanwhile, was a blur of motion, darting in with quick jabs and diving strikes, his speed compensating for his father's brute strength.
Wade tried to recover, swinging wildly, but Vince caught his arm, yanked him in, and clotheslined him to the floor! The fans popped huge.
The crowd couldn't believe what they were seeing. Vince McMahon, the chairman himself, was throwing down fists like he was back in the Attitude Era, his veins bulging, his expression pure fury.
Cole was shocked by this. "Look at Vince! Look at Shane! They're taking the fight to the Undisputed System!"
Lawler was going nuts. "I haven't seen Vince this fired up since the 'I Quit' match with Austin!"
Inside the ring, the chaos raged on. Kofi was hammering Drew in the corner, X-Pac trading shots with Ryback, and Road Dogg and Billy Gunn had double teamed Big E, trying to knock the powerhouse off his feet. Every direction the camera turned, there was a brawl, pure, unrestrained bedlam.
And for the first time since their arrival in WWE, the Undisputed System was outgunned.
Their precision, their dominance, their unified control, all shattered under the sheer force of numbers and fury coming from DX, the McMahons, and their allies.
Slowly but surely, the tide began to turn.
Wade Barrett was the first to go down hard after a devastating right hook from Vince that sent him crashing over the barricade. The crowd erupted in disbelief, chanting "VINCE! VINCE! VINCE!" as the chairman roared, wiping blood from his own forehead.
Then Big E was tossed through the ropes by a double team from Billy Gunn and Road Dogg. Ryback was dropkicked by X-Pac, stumbling right into a Shane McMahon flying elbow that sent him sprawling. Drew McIntyre tried to hold his ground, but Kofi caught him with Trouble in Paradise that connected flush across the jaw.
One by one, the Undisputed System hit the mat—or the floor.
And within seconds, they were all out of the ring, groaning in pain, sprawled across the floor, clutching ribs and faces, with Alexa still struggling on the mat under Stephanie and Tori's relentless assault.
That left only one man standing in the ring.
Sandro who was still trading blows with Triple H.
The crowd roared louder, sensing the moment, sensing history. The two men at the center of this chaos, these two empires colliding in the heart of WWE.
Sandro didn't even realize his crew was gone at first. He was too focused, too angry. He fought like a man possessed, throwing forearms and counters with precision, taking every hit and giving it back twice as hard.
Triple H, breathing heavy, kept swinging. Their strikes echoed like cannon fire. The crowd counted along with every hit. Then Sandro turned and saw them.
Triple H. Vince. Shane. X-Pac. Billy Gunn. Road Dogg. Kofi. All surrounding him.
Sandro froze, chest heaving, blood trickling from his split lip.
The fans sensed it too. The tension in the building was electric, that primal anticipation before the hammer drops.
Sandro tried to smirk it off, his defiance bubbling through even now. "What's the matter?" he spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "All of you need backup to take down one man?"
Triple H didn't answer. He just stepped forward, jaw clenched.
Then, suddenly, Sandro felt something from behind, a heavy blow that made him stumble forward. He turned around—
BAM!
Vince McMahon cracked him across the face with a massive right hand. The entire arena gasped.
Sandro staggered back, blood flying from his busted lip.
Before he could recover, SLAP! Shane McMahon stepped in and smacked him across the face so hard it echoed through the rafters.
The fans went wild.
Cole was amazed. "Oh my God! Vince and Shane just struck Sandro! The Chairman and his son are unloading on him!"
Lawler was pointing. "Did you see that slap, Cole?! Shane nearly took his head off!"
Sandro dropped to one knee, dazed, blood dripping down his chin. The camera zoomed in on his face, defiance burning in his eyes. He spat blood onto the mat, the crimson stark against the canvas.
The audience was on fire now. Every single fan in the building was screaming. This was retribution, months of arrogance and chaos coming full circle.
But then… Sandro started laughing.
Low at first, then louder, his shoulders shaking. He wiped the blood from his lip and looked up at Vince and Shane, a half crazed grin spreading across his face.
Cole was confused. "He's smiling, King! After all that, Sandro is still smiling!"
Lawler meanwhile was afraid. "That's not a man, that's a monster, Cole!"
"You hit like your paychecks, big, but not enough to stop me." Sandro said as he rose to his feet slowly, cracking his neck, and then did the unthinkable.
He charged.
Right into the thick of them.
Sandro threw wild, heavy shots, fists connecting with anything that moved. He caught Vince in the gut, then Shane across the jaw. X-Pac rushed him, Sandro dropped him with a clothesline. Billy Gunn swung, Sandro ducked and drove an elbow into his ribs. Road Dogg ran in, Sandro hit a spinning backfist that dropped him flat.
The crowd roared in disbelief. Even beaten, bleeding, and surrounded, Sandro refused to quit. Every swing looked desperate, every motion ragged, but it was working. He was fighting them all.
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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