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Vince turned his back on them and walked up the ramp, leaving the arena buzzing with shock, excitement, and fear of what would happen next. In the ring, the Undisputed System huddled together, Heyman laughing with newfound confidence, Alexa leaning seductively against Sandro, and the rest of the men cracking knuckles, nodding, and murmuring with adrenaline.
Sandro stood at the front of the group, eyes locked on Vince's retreating figure.
He raised his championship slowly.
"This show…" he said softly, dangerously, "belongs to us."
The title lifted high.
"…and there's not a damn thing Vince McMahon can do about it."
The camera zoomed in close.
Sandro's smile, cold, hungry, and invincible.
The Undisputed System… united behind him.
Alexa whispering something in his ear that made him grin.
Drew cracking his massive fists. Big E and Ryback staring at the entrance like attack dogs waiting to be unleashed. Wade grinning like he wanted to punch someone. Heyman beaming like he had just secured the throne he always wanted.
RAW was no longer a brand.
RAW was a battlefield.
Twitter was an inferno.
Within seconds of Vince McMahon storming out of the arena, social media exploded like someone had dropped a nuclear storyline across the wrestling world. Fans watching live in the arena, fans streaming on the WWE Network, fans watching on cable, everyone had their phones out, thumbs flying, notifications buzzing like a swarm of angry bees.
#UndisputedTakeover
#RAWIsSandro'sEmpire
#FireHeyman
#VinceGotShutDown
Every tag shot into the trending list like a meteor.
People couldn't believe what they had just witnessed. The opening segment of RAW, usually big, sure, but nowhere near this, had turned into a hostile corporate standoff. Fans argued back and forth, posting clips, replays, gifs, instant edits, theories.
Some were panicked, others thrilled, others confused. Some swore Vince had a plan. Others insisted Sandro had just taken over the company live on television.
One fan tweeted. "Vince literally couldn't do a thing. This is the most protected heel faction in YEARS."
Another. "Bro Sandro's dad being the 2nd largest shareholder is INSANE storytelling wtf"
Another. "Oh my god, Heyman's contract clause is REAL? Vince can't fire him?! RAW is doomed 😭"
Dozens, then hundreds, then thousands of posts echoed the same sentiment:
Vince McMahon had been forced back. Sandro, the Undisputed System, and Paul Heyman were untouchable. RAW was no longer safe.
And the craziest part?
Everyone was convinced this was only the beginning.
Because if THAT chaos was just the first fifteen minutes… what the hell were Sandro and the Undisputed System planning for the rest of the show?
People speculated everything, backstage attacks, title matches, forced interventions, a full coup of RAW's structure. Nobody knew. Nobody had answers.
But everyone felt it.
Something bigger was coming.
And as Twitter descended into chaos, RAW continued its broadcast.
The camera faded back to the arena where Cole and Lawler tried their best to act like things were normal, but their voices shook with leftover adrenaline.
Matches moved on. Promos aired. Backstage segments were shown.
It was RAW, as usual…
…with a dark, pulsing tension hanging over every second of the night.
It felt like everyone, wrestlers, fans, commentators, were looking over their shoulders, waiting for the Undisputed System to strike again.
And strike they did.
Because next on the schedule was a singles match, Drew McIntyre taking on Vladimir Kozlov.
The moment Drew's theme hit, the arena drowned in boos.
Drew walked out with a cold smirk, the Undisputed System's black and gold armband tight around his bicep. Beside him were Wade Barrett and Kofi Kingston, both smirking, both swaggering, both representing the power of the faction with every step.
The fans booed even louder as the three men strutted down to ringside.
Kofi taunted them by pretending to wipe tears off his eyes at the jeering.
Wade smirked at the front row and told them to "learn to respect royalty."
And Drew… Drew just stared straight ahead, like all he wanted was to destroy something.
Then Kozlov's music hit.
And the cheers came roaring back like a wave crashing into the arena.
Kozlov stomped out in all his stoic power, slapping his fists together, ready for a fight. The fans were behind him, more than usual. He had become a symbol, someone they desperately hoped would punch back against the Undisputed System.
Kozlov stood tall on the apron, glaring at Drew like a soldier preparing for war.
When the bell rang, the crowd erupted.
Kozlov charged first. Drew met him with equal fury. Big strikes, big slams, heavy hits, both men showcased raw strength and brutal intensity. Kozlov threw Drew like he weighed nothing. Drew answered with a monstrous lariat.
The fans were eating it up, hoping with every fiber of their being that Kozlov would pull off the upset, that he would be the first to land a meaningful blow against the Undisputed System tonight.
But Drew McIntyre wasn't just fighting for a win.
He was fighting for dominance.
He was fighting for a message.
He was fighting as the Undisputed System's executioner.
The final minutes were brutal. After wearing Kozlov down with calculated brutality, he drove Kozlov's skull into the mat with a vicious Future Shock DDT, stunning the powerhouse long enough to line up the final blow. And then:
CLAYMORE!
A wicked, violent kick right to the head.
Kozlov collapsed.
Drew immediately pin over him, breathing heavily, his eyes burning with victory.
One. Two. Three.
The bell rang, but the crowd didn't even get a chance to react, but before the referee could even raise his hand—
Drew attacked again.
He began stomping Kozlov's head.
Wade slid into the ring and joined in, hammering fists and boots. Kofi followed, grinning, striking Kozlov with precise, malicious kicks. Kozlov tried to shield his head, but they overwhelmed him instantly.
The boos reached their loudest peak of the night.
Cole shot up from his seat. "OH, COME ON! STOP THIS! THE MATCH IS OVER!"
Lawler slammed a hand on the desk. "This is disgusting! Somebody needs to get in there!"
The referee tried to intervene, shouting commands, physically inserting himself between them and Kozlov, but Wade shoved him backwards so hard the poor man nearly toppled through the ropes.
Boos erupted.
Thunderous, furious boos.
Security poured out from the back. Officials stormed down the ramp. For a brief moment, it looked like an all out brawl was about to break out between the Undisputed System members and the entire ringside staff.
But then… Heyman appeared.
He walked out onto the stage with a microphone in hand, wearing that same confident, almost smug smile he'd had earlier. And the moment his voice boomed throughout the arena, everything changed.
"STOP!" Heyman yelled, raising a hand.
Security froze in their tracks, almost involuntarily.
""Securities, officials… stand down," Heyman ordered with venomous authority. "That is an ORDER from the RAW General Manager."
The crowd erupted in deafening boos.
Cole shouted into his mic. "HE'S USING HIS POWER TO LEGALIZE A BEATDOWN! This is insane! HE CAN'T DO THIS! HE CAN'T JUST—"
"Yes, he can!" Lawler snapped back, horrified. "He's the GM and he knows exactly how to abuse that power!"
The two commentators were appalled, and the fans were even more outraged.
Heyman grinned at the chaos in front of him.
"Drew! Wade! Kofi!" he called down proudly.
All three men paused, staring up at him like soldiers awaiting orders.
"The Maestro, Sandro, has spoken!"Heyman said, referring to Sandro with theatrical reverence. The arena fell silent at the mention of Sandro's created title. Fans leaned in, horrified and intrigued.
"Sandro has given you one simple command," Heyman announced.
He lifted one finger.
"One."
His smile widened with pure cruelty.
"Make sure Kozlov is taken… OUT of action."
Gasps exploded around the arena, sharp, horrified, and stunned. The kind of sound that rippled from front row to upper deck like a wave of dread.
Cole nearly fell out of his chair. "NO! NO! NO! THEY CAN'T—"
Lawler grabbed his headset in desperation. "Someone has to stop this! Someone has to stop, ANYONE!"
But nobody could stop it.
Because the General Manager had ordered it.
The Undisputed System was protected.
Their violence was legal.
Drew, Wade, and Kofi exchanged sinister looks. Like wolves who'd finally been given permission to devour their prey.
Then…
They went to work. What followed wasn't a beatdown.
It was an execution.
Drew drove heavy boots into Kozlov's ribs until the man coughed violently. Kofi stomped on Kozlov's shoulder over and over, targeting it with pinpoint cruelty. Wade cracked his forearm into Kozlov's jaw so hard the sound echoed like a gunshot.
Kozlov's forehead split open, blood pouring down his face as the fans screamed in horror. Cole and Lawler yelled condemnation, calling it sick, vile, unacceptable. But no one could do anything.
The fans begged them to stop.
Security looked helpless, frozen by Heyman's command.
Referees were powerless.
And in the ring, the destruction continued.
Wade left the ring, grabbed two steel chairs, and slid them inside with calculated malice. He set one flat on the mat. Drew and Kofi dragged Kozlov's barely conscious body onto it, placing his head directly across the center.
And then Drew took the second chair.
The crowd begged them to stop. People stood, waving their arms, screaming "NO!" over and over.
He looked down at Kozlov.
He looked at the crowd.
He smirked.
And then he swung, CRACK.
The steel collided with Kozlov's skull with a horrifying crack that silenced the entire arena in an instant. Kozlov's body jerked before going still. The image was horrifying, Kozlov's face stained with blood, lifeless on the mat, with the steel chair underneath him now smeared red.
Cole shouted as loudly as he'd ever shouted on commentary. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH PAUL HEYMAN?!"
Lawler's voice cracked: "Kozlov might have a concussion! He might have a fractured skull! This is too far, this is WAY too far!"
In the ring, Drew dropped the chair next to Kozlov's motionless body, a satisfied smile spreading slowly across his face. Wade and Kofi stood tall beside him, breathing hard, proud of their work.
They didn't look like wrestlers.
They looked like hitmen.
Then the three men left the ring like nothing had happened, walking right through the corridor of horrified officials and powerless security. Drew spat on the ground as they passed, proud of the carnage left behind.
Heyman applauded them from the stage.
"Very good, gentlemen!" he congratulated loudly, grinning like a mad king. "The Maestro will be pleased!"
Medical teams rushed past him, almost shoving him aside to reach the downed Kozlov. A stretcher was brought out. The camera zoomed in on the crimson pool beneath Kozlov's head, the commentators forced to watch in disgust.
Sandro's orders had been carried out.
And the message was clear.
Anyone who stood in their way… would be destroyed.
RAW moved on, technically. Matches happened. Promos aired. Backstage interviews occurred. Wrestlers came out and tried to get the crowd engaged again.
But no one could forget.
No one could ignore the image of Kozlov lying in a pool of his own blood, medical gloves red stained, neck brace strapped on, being lifted onto a stretcher.
It was the most vicious thing RAW had seen in years.
And everyone knew…
This was the Undisputed System just warming up.
Finally, after a long stretch of tension filled segments, it was time for the main event.
The arena lights dimmed.
The titantron glowed.
And then—
"WELL… WELL, IT'S THE BIG SHOW!"
Instant boos.
The WWE Champion stepped out with the title draped over his shoulder, soaking in the hatred like he needed it to breathe. The giant didn't look intimidated or angry, he looked annoyed, like the entire world was beneath him.
Boos rained down like a hurricane.
Cole spoke over the noise.Cole summarized it succinctly on commentary. "Well, you can't be surprised by that reaction. Big Show won the WWE Championship through extremely controversial circumstances. Cena had him up for the Attitude Adjustment, until Randy Orton came out from the crowd and distracted him. That allowed Big Show to slip free, hit the KO Punch, and steal the win!"
"And then Orton RKO'd him after the match," Lawer reminded. "Orton isn't done with Cena, and he clearly isn't done with the title either." Then he groaned. "And judging by the reaction he's getting right now… nobody wants to hear it."
So now everyone in the building watched with intense curiosity. What was Big Show going to say? What did the World's Largest Athlete want in the middle of this brewing storm?
And most importantly, was the Undisputed System going to get involved? Big Show stepped into the ring and adjusted the belt on his shoulder. The microphone lifted to his mouth. He waited for the boos to die down, but they didn't. So eventually, he simply pushed through them.
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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