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Triple H stepped forward, clapping a heavy hand on Sandro's shoulder. "I've been in this business for decades. I thought I'd seen everything in a ladder match. Apparently not."
Sandro chuckled softly. "Had to give people something new."
Bruce Prichard shook his hand with both of his. "You didn't give 'em something new, you gave 'em something that's gonna replay on highlight packages for years. You can't script that kind of shock."
Sandro exhaled. "Well… we kind of did."
Bruce barked a laugh. "Yeah well, doesn't make it any less crazy!"
Behind Sandro, the rest of the Undisputed System gathered, some still sweating, some already back in their usual cool demeanors.
Drew slung a towel around his shoulders, Big E leaned against a crate catching his breath but beaming with pride, Wade standing tall like he owned the entire hallway, Ryback pacing like a predator who hadn't burned off his aggression yet, and Kofi bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.
Alexa stood at Sandro's side, Divas title still around her waist, her makeup smudged just slightly from the kiss and chaos earlier. She gave Stephanie a quick nod and grin, like a secret acknowledgment between champions. Heyman just looked at everything proudly.
Then Vince stepped closer to Sandro again, his expression shifting into something more serious. Business mode.
"You told me," Vince said, lowering his voice just enough so only the core group could hear, "you told me earlier today that if I trusted you with this win, you'd turn it into something unforgettable. And damn it, kid, you delivered."
Sandro nodded, his demeanor changing instantly, eyes sharper, posture straighter.
"And I meant every word I told you then," Vince continued. "This finish, this moment, this controversy, it's exactly what we needed. People are already arguing about you online. That's money. That's heat. That's attention. And attention sells tickets."
Sandro took a breath. "And it'll benefit the company. You. And my father."
That made Vince smirk.
The mention of Jack Zhang, the second largest shareholder of WWE, was like pulling back the curtain on the real power dynamics behind this whole storyline.
Vince leaned in just slightly, lowering his tone. "Your father is getting exactly what he wanted out of this. And so am I. But now comes the hard part."
Sandro met his gaze. "Not letting you down."
"Exactly."
Stephanie stepped beside Vince, adding, "You've got momentum now. But momentum can die fast if we aren't smart with it. We need a plan. Something big. Something that makes every fan tune in no matter what."
Sandro nodded. "I have ideas. Actually, I have more than ideas, I have an entire layout. I just need tomorrow to present it properly. Everything about how to handle the briefcase, how to turn it into a story that prints money, how to keep fans talking for weeks."
Triple H crossed his arms, eyebrow raised. "You're thinking long term?"
"As long term as possible to have the best effect as well," Sandro said. "I don't want the briefcase to just be a prop I carry. I want it to feel like a ticking time bomb. Every time I come out with it, I want it to have tension. I want people to feel anxious that I could cash in on Big Show at any moment."
Alexa grinned. "I told him earlier, it's like a loaded gun. Put it on the table and everyone in the room gets nervous."
Vince nodded, impressed. "Good analogy."
Sandro continued, "And… if I can pitch it right… if the numbers look good… I think I can convince you to let me go all the way with it. Truly become the first double champion of the modern era."
The air seemed to tighten around them.
Even the Undisputed System behind him went still.
Triple H blinked slowly, intrigued. "You're thinking double champ? United States and WWE Champion? At the same time?"
Sandro didn't flinch. "Yes."
Bruce whistled under his breath.
Stephanie exchanged a brief, thoughtful glance with Triple H.
Vince stared at Sandro with that calculating, measuring look, the same look he gave every time he considered a major creative shift.
"Double champions are risky," Vince said. "Very risky. You overexpose the belt, you run into scheduling problems, you make booking a nightmare."
Sandro nodded. "True."
"But…" Vince added slowly, "if the person holding those belts is the right person…"
Sandro held eye contact, unblinking.
Vince's lips curled.
"…it might just work."
Alexa nudged Sandro lightly, whispering just loud enough for the group to hear, "I told you he'd consider it."
Sandro didn't smile. He stayed serious. Focused.
"Tomorrow," Vince said, patting his shoulder, "you and I will sit down. You, me, Hunter, Stephanie, Bruce, Heyman, and several others. Bring your full pitch. Show me how this makes money. Show me how this makes sense. Show me how this becomes historic."
Sandro nodded once. "I'll be ready."
"And kid…" Vince added, lowering his voice to a rumbling growl of fatherly warning, "…don't get complacent. You've done something incredible tonight. But incredible moments fade fast. You have to keep topping yourself. You have to make sure every week, every episode, every promo pushes the needle forward. I didn't give you this win to coast on it."
Sandro's expression hardened. "I don't plan on coasting."
"Good."
Vince stepped back and clapped once, sharply.
"Alright, everyone. Give Sandro and the Undisputed System some space. Let them breathe. They've earned it."
As Vince turned away, Triple H gave Sandro a small nod that spoke louder than words, you impressed me tonight. Stephanie squeezed his arm in congratulations. Bruce slapped him on the back with a proud grin. Heyman shake Sandro's hand and tel him he will join nhim later after his meeting with Vince.
The executives dispersed, heading deeper into the backstage maze.
And the second they were gone, the Undisputed System closed in around Sandro like a victorious army.
Drew grabbed him first, pulling him into a tight, crushing embrace. "Mate, that was unreal. I've seen some crazy stuff, but that? That was next level."
Wade slapped his chest, hard. "You've just rewritten ladder match history. And we were there to witness every second."
Ryback nodded vigorously. "FEED. ME. MORE. OF. THIS."
Kofi hopped up onto a crate and pointed at Sandro. "We told everyone from day one in FCW, he's different! He's special! He's not built like the rest of us! Tonight proved it!"
Big E wrapped an arm around both Sandro and Kofi, squeezing them close. "You're the reason they'll talk about this show decades from now."
Alexa stepped forward, lifting Sandro's chin slightly. "And one again you have reinforced your position as the most hated man in WWE for the fans. Congratulations, babe."
Sandro finally let out a laugh, a real, exhausted, relieved laugh. He slung the briefcase over his shoulder, while he wrap his United States title around his waits with Alexa's help, his body loosening now that the weight of the night was settling.
"That…" he said, shaking his head, "might've been the craziest thing I've ever done."
"And the best," Alexa said, poking his chest.
Kofi pointed dramatically. "Nah, the best thing was the kiss! You killed thousands of fan dreams in one second!"
Alexa smirked proudly. "You're welcome."
Ryback leaned toward Sandro. "The way you hung from the cable… do you have any idea how insane that looked? You broke Twitter."
Wade laughed. "He didn't just break Twitter, he lit it on fire. People are losing their minds out there."
Drew crossed his arms. "And tomorrow? It starts all over again."
Sandro nodded.
"Tomorrow," he repeated, "is when we take this to the next level."
He tightened his grip on the briefcase.
His eyes hardened with intent.
After that, the night didn't slow down, it simply shifted.
Once the initial adrenaline of the backstage celebration faded, Sandro finally allowed himself to breathe. His body still trembled faintly from the crash of the ladder, the weight of the match, and the overload of emotions that came with pulling off a finish that would be replayed for years. A WWE medic approached him, gently touching his shoulder.
"Champ, you good to walk?"
Sandro nodded, though exhaustion had begun dragging at his every movement. "Yeah… yeah, let's get it over with."
Alexa was right beside him, sliding her hand down his arm in a quiet gesture of support. "I'll be with him," she told the medic before anyone could ask. "Lead the way."
The Undisputed System kept close, following as a loose shield, their earlier energy simmering down into a calmer, protective presence. Drew trailed a step behind, still on guard. Kofi hummed absently, coming down from the high of the chaos. Ryback was finally calming, cracking his knuckles. Wade and Big E exchanged low whispers about the reaction online.
They reached the medical room, where Sandro sat on the padded table with a tired groan. The medic and his team got to work, tending scrapes, checking for strain, pressing along ribs, cleaning the fresh red lines on his chest left by ladder rungs and cable burns.
"You're lucky you didn't pop your shoulder climbing that thing," one medic said as he applied a cold spray along Sandro's right arm.
Sandro exhaled through his nose. "Luck had nothing to do with it. I trained for it."
Alexa smirked and crossed her arms. "He practiced climbing ropes in the gym for two months. Just in case."
The medic paused, blinking. "…You practiced climbing ropes?"
Sandro shrugged lightly. "Prepared for the worst case scenario. Turns out it was the best case scenario."
The whole room shared a short laugh.
The checkup took about twenty minutes, stitches weren't needed, thank God, but they taped his shoulder, iced his back, and gave him pain meds to reduce swelling. After that, he was cleared.
"You'll be sore tomorrow," the medic warned. "A lot more than right now. But nothing's torn."
Sandro nodded and eased off the table, after all only he knew he didn't feel anything but it doesn't mean he wouldn't listened to the doctors.
"Good," he murmured. "Tomorrow's too important to be broken."
Alexa slid under his arm and hugged him gently, careful not to aggravate anything. "Come on," she said softly. "Let's get to the hotel before you fall asleep standing up."
The rest of the Undisputed System stepped back, letting the couple head off first. They would all regroup tomorrow. For tonight, there was nothing more to prove.
They walked through the quiet hallways, the crowds long gone, the venue finally starting to empty. Camera crates rolled past them, staff packed up equipment, ring crew began the long process of dismantling the set.
Every now and then, someone stopped Sandro to congratulate him. Production assistants. Camera operators. A few mid card wrestlers.
It wasn't loud praise. It was that rare type of acknowledgment that meant far more: the acknowledgment that he had just crossed a threshold most wrestlers only dream about.
When they reached the back exit, the cool night air hit him like a wave, waking him up just a bit. The company car waited for them. Sandro slumped into the back seat with a sigh of relief, letting Alexa rest her head on his shoulder.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"Like dying," he answered immediately.
She snorted. "Good. Means you did it right."
The car drove them to the hotel, a fancy yet quiet place that WWE booked whenever they held shows in Kansas City. When they got to their room, the moment the door shut, Sandro dropped the briefcase onto the carpet and loosened the belt around his waist.
Alexa helped him out of his boots, then guided him to sit at the edge of the bed. She knelt behind him and pressed her thumbs gently into his taped shoulder.
"You really scared everyone out there," she said softly. "Even me. I know you planned it. I know you trained for it. But still… seeing it live? Seeing you hanging like that? My heart stopped."
Sandro covered her hands with his. "But I'm here. And it worked."
She kissed the back of his neck lightly. "Yeah… it worked."
They slept like corpses after that. Dead to the world. No alarms. No sounds. Just blackout curtains and exhaustion pulling them under like deep ocean water.
And then morning came.
A fresh day.
A new storm.
By sunrise, social media was still on fire. It hadn't slowed down, not even a little. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone had something to say. Fans online had not slowed down.
#MITB
#Sandro
#UndisputedSystem
#WWE
#Maestro
All were trending worldwide since last night, trending again in the morning, and then still trending in the afternoon. Clips of Sandro hanging from the cable flooded feeds everywhere. Twitter wars exploded between fans.
"INSANE SPOT!"
"Scripted trash!"
"He's the best thing in WWE rn."
"He's ruining the company!"
"This is why I watch WWE!"
"This is why I don't watch WWE!"
Exactly the kind of chaos he wanted.
Twitter was full of theories. YouTube had reaction videos within hours. WWE's own channels in YouTube and Twitter capitalized instantly, posting highlight packages, freeze frames, backstage photos of Sandro icing his shoulder with Alexa, and hype videos promoting RAW.
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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 & 1x Mr. Money In The Bank
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0