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"And the main event of that show…" Sandro continued, "will be a ladder match for a NEW briefcase." He stepped forward, pointing directly at Big Show. "And I will make damn sure… that I am in that match. One way or another." The arena buzzed with disbelief, shock, fear, excitement, every emotion crashing together at once.
Sandro lowered his mic slowly, letting his words sink in like poison. The energy felt like a match in progress, like someone needed to ring a bell just to release the pressure in the air.
Big Show paced in the ring, shaking his head, glaring at Sandro like he couldn't believe this kid, this newcomer, this self proclaimed maestro, had the audacity to challenge him verbally, physically, and professionally all in one night.
Sandro, meanwhile, took a deep breath in, like the boos were oxygen fueling him. Alexa whispered something in his ear again, something smug, something private. Whatever it was, Sandro grinned wider, which only made the crowd boo more viciously.
Even Heyman seemed to subtly regain his composure as the noise swelled. He straightened his suit, fixed his tie, and placed one hand on Sandro's shoulder as if anchoring himself to the man who clearly held the power now.
Officials finally rushed to check on Cena and Orton below the stage, but the Undisputed System didn't move an inch to let them through. Big E folded his arms, Ryback growled under his breath, Wade looking sharp and technical cold, Kofi was like a suppressed hitman, and Drew continued staring at Big Show like he was already envisioning putting his fist through the giant's skull.
Sandro meanhwile adjusted his title on his right shoulder and extended his free hand toward Big Show, palm up, like he was inviting him to speak again, or inviting him to step up.
Big Show lifted the mic once more.
"You talk a big game, kid," he said. "But talk is cheap. You want a shot at my title? Win the briefcase. Fight your way up. But like I said… get in line."
Sandro just chuckled.
"Don't worry, big man," he replied softly. "I'll be seeing you… sooner than you think."
Big Show slammed his mic down, the loud THUD echoing through the sound system.
The Undisputed System didn't flinch.
Not even Alexa.
Sandro gave the signal, not a word, not a gesture, just a subtle nod, and the entire group slowly backed away from the stage, step by step, like an army retreating with full intention of returning.
The lights dimmed.
Their theme played.
After that RAW turned to black, the screen snapping into darkness with that final echo of the Undisputed System's theme still ringing in everyone's ears, the world outside the arena exploded. Twitter didn't just stir, it ignited.
Hashtags immediately rose to the top of the global trends list: #MITB, #SandroZhang, #UndisputedSystem, #RAW, #BigShow, #CenaOrton, all battling for the number one spot like the feud itself was unfolding on the timeline.
The announcement Sandro delivered, cold, confident, dripping with both arrogance and hunger, was enormous. Three weeks from now, the first ever Money In The Bank Pay Per View would be held. And Sandro had not only declared he would be part of the main event ladder match for the new briefcase… he'd declared he'd force his way into it one way or another.
And the way he carried himself at the end of RAW, standing tall on that stage with Alexa at his side, Heyman returning to full confidence behind him, and the Undisputed System surrounding their Maestro like a personal army… it didn't matter that Heyman publicly admitted the board wouldn't allow him to just strip Big Show. It didn't matter that Sandro had looked, for a moment, like he'd miscalculated.
Because he spun it, he flipped it, turned the entire moment around.
He declared outright, into a live microphone no less, that even though he had the influence and family power to demand shortcuts, he wouldn't use any of it. He'd earn the briefcase himself. He'd become Mr. Money In The Bank, and then Big Show would have nowhere left to run.
The fans hated him for it.
The analysts praised him for it.
The podcasters loved breaking it down.
The wrestling journalists highlighted how Sandro, despite being the top heel in the company, was building himself into a terrifyingly competent, almost inevitable force.
And the speculation machine wouldn't stop.
Some fans believed that Sandro would win the match because the Undisputed System could interfere freely, a ladder match had no rules, after all. Others feared Heyman would use executive authority to craft bizarre match regulations designed to cripple every competitor except Sandro.
Many insisted that a swerve was coming, that Sandro would lose due to planning too much, being overly confident, leaving blind spots begging to be exploited.
As the speculation went wild, three full weeks passed.
And every single week on RAW, Sandro and the Undisputed System made their presence felt in brutal, dominant fashion. They didn't just show up, they took over.
Sandro defended his United States Championship three weeks in a row, each time in a ladder match, as if he were training for the inevitable main event.
On the first week, Sandro defended the United States Title in a ladder match against The Miz. And even though Miz threw everything he had at him, Sandro outsmarted him, outplayed him, and finally hit him with a breathtaking top of the ladder dropkick that became the highlight clip of the week.
On the second week, Ted DiBiase Jr. tried his luck, coming in with aggression and a strategy mapped out by the legendary DiBiase family wealth. But Sandro proved wealth meant nothing when you were standing under a title you couldn't reach. He blasted Ted off the top rung and sent him crashing through a ladder bridge at ringside. The audience gasped, Sandro didn't even blink.
On the third week, Carlito received the same treatment, a valiant effort, a Caribbean Kick that almost stole the match, but Sandro smashed him with a superkick that rang through the entire arena before plucking the title from above once again.
Each week in turn, Wade Barrett, Kofi Kingston, and Drew McIntyre all racked up single wins, looking colder, sharper, more dangerous each time they walked down the ramp, mowing down opponents like they were sweeping the ring clean for whatever Sandro's master plan was.
Alexa Bliss, Divas Champion, and Big E & Ryback, the World Tag Team Champions, didn't need to wrestle. Their titles spoke for them. They simply stood at ringside, supporting and intimidating in equal measure, their presence alone a psychological edge for the Undisputed System.
By the time the third week of RAW ended, fans were practically tearing their hair out with questions. What were Heyman and Sandro cooking up behind the scenes? What machinations were the maestro and the mad genius plotting? What twists would occur at the first ever Money in the Bank pay per view? No participants had been announced. No hints were given. Nothing but silence and speculation.
Eventually, Sunday arrived.
The Money In The Bank Pay Per View went live from the packed Sprint Center in Kansas City, Missouri, with the crowd hot, loud, and buzzing with anticipation. Fans filled every inch of the building, signs waving, chants starting early, noise pulsing like thunder through the arena.
This was history, the first ever MITB PPV, and no one knew who the eight participants for the ladder match actually were. That secrecy alone had fans ravenous.
The camera panned across the sea of excitement before landing at ringside where Michael Cole, Jerry "The King" Lawler, and Matt Striker sat ready to guide the audience through the historic night.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first-ever Money in the Bank pay per view!" Michael Cole announced with the enthusiasm of a man who knew tonight was going to be talked about for decades. "We are LIVE from the Sprint Center in Kansas City, Missouri, and this arena is SOLD OUT!"
Lawler grinned beside him. "Cole, I haven't felt energy like this in a long time. Eight men. One ladder match. One briefcase. One guaranteed title shot whenever they want, I mean, come on, this is HUGE!"
Striker leaned in, excited for what's to come as well. "Gentlemen, tonight is historical not just because it's the first Money in the Bank event, but because of the uncertainty. No official participants announced. No stipulations revealed. Just a promise that eight men will walk in, and only one will walk out with a future championship opportunity."
And then it was go time.
The opening match was for the World Tag Team Championships, a rematch between the dominant champions, Big E and Ryback of the Undisputed System, defending against the former champions, Cryme Tyme, JTG and Shad Gaspard.
The moment the bell rang, it was war.
Big E and Shad stormed the center of the ring immediately, colliding with the force of two freight trains. The crowd roared as fists flew instantly, stiff, heavy, unforgiving shots echoing off Shad's broad shoulders and Big E's granite chest.
"This isn't a wrestling match, this is a fight!" Lawler shouted as Shad knocked Big E back two steps with a massive right hand.
"It's personal, King," Striker added. "Cryme Tyme felt robbed. They felt disrespected. They have every reason to go all out tonight."
Big E answered with a clubbing blow that nearly buckled Shad's knees, and Ryback leaned over the ropes, slamming his palm against the turnbuckle, demanding a tag so he could get his share of the beating.
JTG shouted encouragement from the apron, bouncing on his toes, shouting, "Come on, big man! Let's take it back!"
Shad roared back to life, catching Big E with a running clothesline that took both men down. The crowd exploded as Shad tried to pull himself toward his corner.
Big E lunged and grabbed Shad by the ankle.
Shad kicked Big E in the face.
Big E refused to let go.
Shad kicked him again, harder.
JTG reached over the ropes, hand extended. "TAG ME IN!"
Shad made one more desperate leap, he tagged.
JTG hit the ring like a bullet, sprinting straight at Big E and catching him with a flying forearm that rocked the powerhouse backwards. Ryback charged into the ring illegally, but JTG used his speed, ducking under Ryback's attempt at a clothesline and hitting him with a dropkick that sent him stumbling into the ropes.
"JTG is on fire!" Cole yelled. "Cryme Tyme's speed might be the one advantage the Undisputed System can't counter!"
JTG threw himself into the ropes again and delivered a second dropkick to Ryback, sending the big man tumbling outside to the floor.
The crowd roared.
But Big E stopped that momentum fast, catching JTG from behind, hoisting him up into a belly to back position.
JTG struggled, twisting, elbows firing in every direction.
He slipped free.
He landed on his feet.
He jumped for a neckbreaker—
Big E caught him midair and turned it into a huge side slam.
"THAT is raw power," Striker murmured.
Ryback rolled back into the ring, slapping Big E on the shoulder for the tag.
Now the match shifted.
Ryback threw JTG into the corner like he was nothing and began driving shoulder after shoulder into his ribs, each one making JTG gasp, each one making the crowd wince.
Shad tried to intervene, but the referee cut him off, pushing him back to his corner, and that gave the Undisputed System their ideal opening.
Big E choked JTG behind the ref's back.
Alexa pounded on the apron, shouting direction.
Wade and Kofi, standing at ringside, clapped slowly, smugly enjoying the destruction.
Ryback hoisted JTG onto his shoulders for Shell Shock, but Shad stormed the ring, and he bulldozed Ryback with a shoulder tackle that sent everyone crashing to the mat.
The crowd exploded, chanting for Cryme Tyme.
Shad dragged JTG toward their corner, screaming at him to crawl, to move, to tag.
Ryback rolled to his corner. Big E tagged in.
JTG tagged Shad.
The arena popped.
Shad met Big E in the middle again, trading thunderous blows, left, right, left, right, neither man backing down, neither man giving an inch. Shad got the upper hand this time, landing a headbutt that sent Big E staggering back.
Shad ran the ropes, but Ryback grabbed his ankle from outside at the last second.
Shad stumbled, turning to glare, allowing Big E to crushed him with a running body block.
"Come on!" Lawler yelled. "Not this way!"
Big E dragged Shad to the center of the ring and tagged in Ryback.
Ryback stood over Shad, laughing, then grabbed JTG, who had tried to intervene, and yanked him into the ring.
He hooked both men. The crowd gasped.
"No way," Cole said. "No way he's going to—"
Ryback lifted Shad.
Then he lifted JTG too.
He stacked them both on his shoulders, one over each arm. The Sprint Center erupted in disbelief. Ryback marched around the ring with both Cryme Tyme members helpless on his shoulders before dropping into a brutal, earthshaking double finisher. "DOUBLE SHELL SHOCK!" Striker shouted.
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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