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With that, Sandro stepped forward. Wade, Drew, Big E, Ryback, and Kofi, every member of the Undisputed System fell in line behind Sandro as they marched down the ramp like a firing squad. Batista's stance tightened. His muscles tensed. He positioned himself like a man ready to throw down with an entire army.
Batista squared up, knees bent, ready for war.
Cole on commentary gasped, "Oh my God, Batista is about to take on SIX PEOPLE!"
Lawler yelled, "Sandro's actually doing it! They're going to maul him!"
But then—
THE CROWD EXPLODED.
Because out of NOWHERE, leaping the barricade from two opposite sides of the arena—
JOHN CENA.
RANDY ORTON.
Cena tore off his shirt mid run, fury burning in his eyes, sliding into the ring like a missile.
Orton rolled under the ropes with viper like speed, rising instantly into that cold, emotionless coil he moved in right before violence.
The arena was a madhouse.
Batista turned, genuinely stunned for a second.
They glanced at him—
And for one tense heartbeat, it looked like their old wars were about to resurface.
But then all three men turned their eyes to the ramp.
Three former enemies.
One common enemy.
On commentary, Cole nearly jumped out of his chair.
"OH MY GOD, IT'S CENA AND ORTON! BATISTA HAS BACKUP! THE ANIMAL HAS BACKUP!"
Lawler shouted, "THESE THREE HAVE BEEN AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS FOR YEARS, BUT THEY'RE STANDING TOGETHER AGAINST THE UNDISPUTED SYSTEM!"
Inside the ring, Cena nodded at Batista.
"Tonight," Cena muttered, "we settle this."
Orton cracked his neck, eyes locked on Sandro like a predator marking prey.
The Undisputed System stopped dead halfway down the ramp.
Drew's jaw tightened. Wade's smile faded. Kofi's eyes widened slightly. Big E exhaled through his nose. Ryback's stance shifted.
Even Alexa looked unsettled.
Heyman's eyes narrowed, calculating.
And Sandro?
Sandro's smile returned.
Slow. Dangerous. Thrilled.
He raised one eyebrow, amused.
"Well, well, well…" he murmured. "The cavalry arrives."
He glanced at Batista, then Cena, then Orton.
"So this is what it takes? Three of you… to stand up to us?"
Batista lifted his mic again, snarling, pointed toward the ramp.
"You wanted a fight?" Batista growled. "COME. GET. SOME."
Cena cracked his knuckles. Orton rolled his shoulders. Batista stepped forward.
The crowd began chanting.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
The Undisputed System spread out across the bottom of the ramp, forming their signature golden phalanx, all six members ready, bodies shifting into fight stances, eyes reflecting cold aggression.
Alexa stepped slightly behind Sandro, smirking with wicked anticipation.
Heyman held the briefcase tight, whispering something low and cautious.
Sandro took one step forward.
Just one.
The building went silent.
He tilted his head, eyes sharp as a blade.
"You three boys… really want this tonight?"
None of them moved.
Cena simply raised his chin.
Orton's hands twitched.
Batista's muscles tightened.
Sandro grinned.
"Alright then."
He gestured.
"Let's dance."
The crowd ERUPTED.
The entire Undisputed System charged forward.
Drew sprinted first.
Wade beside him.
Big E and Ryback barreling like twin tanks.
Kofi leaping onto the barricade for aerial height.
And Sandro?
Sandro walked calmly behind them, watching the chaos he'd orchestrated ignite into unavoidable war.
Batista met Drew head on, the ring shaking from the impact.
Cena caught Big E in a shoulder tackle that echoed.
Orton and Wade collided in a flurry of strikes.
Kofi launched in, only for Cena to grab him mid air and SLAM him down.
Ryback swung wildly, but Batista ducked and cracked him with a spinebuster that split the arena open with cheers.
And Sandro…
Sandro watched.
Patient.
Unmoving.
Calculating.
His eyes were locked on one man.
Not Batista.
Not Cena.
Not Orton.
Big Show.
Somewhere backstage, somewhere watching, the champion would be seeing this chaos and knew that this is a statement to him.
And that alone made Sandro smile.
Because this wasn't about Batista.
This wasn't about Cena or Orton.
This wasn't even about the Undisputed System.
This was about the curse he'd placed earlier tonight.
The curse eating at Big Show's mind.
The curse telling him that Sandro, even in the middle of an all out brawl in the ring, could strike at any moment.
But Sandro wasn't done here.
Not even close.
He slid into the ring quietly while the six men brawled around him. Batista spotted him instantly.
"YOU!" Batista roared, shoving past Ryback and lunging at Sandro with pure rage.
Sandro sidestepped with a smirk, letting Batista's momentum carry him straight into the ropes. Batista rebounded, and Sandro caught him with a superkick RIGHT to the jaw.
Batista went down hard.
Cena saw it and turned, only for Drew to grab him in a clinch and smash him into the corner.
Orton tried to reach Batista, but Wade grabbed his arm mid run, yanking him back into a Bull Hammer elbow.
The Undisputed System regrouped quickly.
They formed a semicircle around Cena, Batista, and Orton, cutting off escape routes, tightening the noose.
Heyman, outside the ring, was shouting instructions.
Alexa was yelling, "FINISH THEM!"
And Sandro?
Sandro wiped a bit of sweat from his brow, looking down at the three fallen men.
Then he leaned over Batista.
"I told you," he murmured, "you don't want to be my target."
Batista tried to rise, but Sandro stomped him down.
Cena crawled toward Batista, Drew stopped him with a massive boot.
Orton lunged, and Wade chopped him down with a knee to the ribs.
The crowd booed louder and louder.
But Sandro wasn't satisfied until all three were down.
Finally, the Undisputed System stood tall in the center of the ring, Sandro in front, the others behind him like golden shadows.
Sandro lifted Batista's microphone slowly.
"Well… ladies and gentlemen…"
He looked around the hostile arena, soaking in the hatred like it was worship.
"Looks like the Animal… needed a whole zoo to survive."
He glanced down at Cena and Orton.
"And even then… it wasn't enough."
The boos were deafening.
Cole yelled, "Sandro Zhang needs to be STOPPED!"
Lawler shouted, "This man is out of control!"
Sandro smirked, tapping the United States Championship around his waist before gesturing toward Heyman's raised Money in the Bank briefcase.
"You think tonight was chaos?" he asked quietly, almost intimately with the mic.
"You think this was unpredictable?"
He shook his head.
"Oh no…"
He pointed at the camera, to the fans watching form home and also Big Show in backstage.
"You haven't seen unpredictable yet."
The Undisputed System theme hit again as Sandro and his faction raised their hands in victory over three fallen former world champions.
The moment the Undisputed System's music faded and the image of Sandro and his golden empire standing tall over three of WWE's biggest names flashed across screens, Twitter absolutely detonated. Fans flooded timelines with clips, screenshots, shaky arena videos recorded from the upper decks, yelling over them about how insane the ending to Raw had been.
The debate was instant and vicious. Some fans praised the storytelling, others screamed about Sandro being "too powerful", some even said WWE hadn't booked a heel faction this dominant since the glory days of DX with Triple H reign of terror, and even then, not like this.
Tweets shot across the platform.
"Bro Sandro and his goons just dropped THREE former world champs like it was NOTHING???"
"DX had Hall of Famers but THIS?? Cena, Orton, Batista… that's insane."
"Sandro has heat I haven't seen since prime Edge or peak Punk. Dude is unreal right now."
Even the more cynical corners of wrestling Twitter admitted that the sheer spectacle of the faction beating down three main event legends at once was something special.
People compared it to the Four Horseman debut, the NWO invasion, the old Evolution beatdowns, but each comparison always came with a caveat. This time it wasn't three hungry rookies. It wasn't seven developmental unknowns. It was Sandro. A star made in real time, dragging the entire roster into a new era whether they liked it or not.
Wrestling journalists and podcasters dove into emergency livestreams within minutes. Clips spread everywhere from YouTube to Twitter to sports commentary pages. On "SquaredCircle Radio," one of the analysts leaned back in his chair and said.
"I don't think people understand what WWE is doing. Sandro's cash in probability isn't 50%, it's not 75%, it's not even 90%. It's 99.99%. And it's not because of who his dad is. If anything, that's the least of the factors. This dude brings real value. Heat. Buzz. Infamy. He's the most naturally compelling heel they've built in a decade."
Another commentator chimed in.
"Putting Heyman with him was genius. The moment that happened, it told fans, 'Okay, this is the guy.' And look what happened, he's affecting everything around him. Ratings. Trends. Merch. Mainstream attention. He's already outgrown the wrestling bubble."
People outside of wrestling, sports bloggers, media personalities, even random celebrities, were reacting to the now viral image of Sandro holding his hand out over the battered bodies of Cena, Orton, and Batista like a conquering general. The Undisputed System had become more than a faction. They were a phenomenon.
Days rolled forward, but the shock didn't fade. If anything, it grew.
Inside WWE headquarters, the creative machinery began to whirl. Sandro found himself pulled into meeting after meeting, not because he demanded it, but because Vince himself wanted the man responsible for this surging wave of attention involved in shaping what came next.
In the conference room, Sandro sat with Vince at the head of the table, Heyman to his right, Stephanie and Triple H to his left, and Bruce Prichard and Michael Hayes flipping through notes and schedules. It wasn't a normal talent meeting. It wasn't even a main eventer meeting.
It was a strategic summit.
Vince thumped his fist on the table with excitement after one of Sandro's creative pitches.
"That's what I want!" Vince boomed. "Unpredictability! That's how stars are made!"
Stephanie looked over her notes. "We're building something long term here. With you on Raw and the System around you, we need to balance escalation with shock value."
Triple H added, "We're entering the final stage for the NXT transition. FCW branding is weeks away from retirement. Once it's done, we move you and others into the new structure to help bridge the identity gap."
Sandro nodded. He'd known about the rebranding plan early on, Triple H trusted him with things most talents never heard until they hit TV. But hearing the confirmation felt different. FCW's time was ending. History was shifting.
After the main meeting, Triple H and Stephanie pulled Sandro aside into a smaller office. Papers were spread across the desk, plans for the NXT Performance Center, developmental structure, scouting reports.
"This is going to be big," Triple H said. "And you're one of the people we want to help usher the audience into it. Your storyline connects FCW, NXT, and the main roster uniquely."
Stephanie nodded. "After rebranding, FCW will officially become part of WWE history, not an active brand. You'll be part of that transition."
Sandro leaned forward with a small smile. "Happy to do more than just show up and beat people up."
Triple H laughed. "Well, beating people up is still your specialty."
But outside work, Sandro didn't let the momentum isolate him.
Alexa and Nikki were physically around him almost every day, they were part of Raw with him, part of the traveling brand, part of the chaotic schedule WWE demanded. They trained together, strategized character work, grabbed late night dinners after house shows. Despite their championship duties, Alexa and Nikki still found ways to spend time with him, grounding the whirlwind he lived in.
April, though distant, was no less present. Their Skype calls sometimes lasted hours. Sometimes it was about wrestling. Sometimes about life. Sometimes they just talked about stupid jokes or what she cooked for dinner. April had a way of making everything calm, even when he was juggling championships, creative meetings, and the pressure of being the most hated man in wrestling.
And in the background of everything was Hugo, his financial adviser, the man he trusted to handle the massive amount of investment work Sandro had put into play. Hugo kept him updated daily, sending reports, charts, timelines. Sandro made sure to check every update, refusing to let the chaos of WWE distract him from the other empire he was slowly building.
Then Friday came.
The sun dipped over Long Beach, California, and fans poured into the arena with signs, merchandise, and the kind of loud anticipation only SmackDown crowds could bring. When the pyro blasted upward in colorful columns and Todd Grisham welcomed everyone, the energy was electric. "We are LIVE in Long Beach!" Todd shouted. "And what a night we have ahead!"
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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