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Sandro paced at the ringside, but didn't flinch. He simply folded his arms, observing quietly. Davina whipped Alexa across the ring and caught her on the rebound with a sharp dropkick to the chest. Alexa hit the mat hard and rolled to the outside, clutching her ribs. The fans were hot, chanting Davina's name, pushing her to stay on the attack.
"Get back in the ring, Alexa!" the ref shouted, but Alexa took her time, using the ropes to catch her breath. Davina didn't wait. She charged, sliding under the bottom rope, and Alexa caught her with a knee to the gut when she came out. The momentum shifted in that second.
Alexa grabbed Davina by the hair and threw her face first into the steel steps on the ringside. The thud echoed loud, and boos rained down.
"COME ON!" yelled the referee. "Get it back in the ring!"
Sandro didn't touch a thing. He just stared. Cold. Focused.
Alexa rolled Davina back into the ring and followed. She stomped her down viciously in the corner, forcing the referee to count. One, two, three, four, and Alexa backed up, throwing her hands in the air. "I know the rules!"
She dragged Davina to the center and dropped a double knee straight onto her chest. Then another. A cover.
One.
Two.
Kickout!
Alexa hissed in frustration and immediately clamped on a chinlock, wrenching Davina's neck back with all her weight pressing down. The crowd clapped and stomped, trying to rally Davina. She fought to her feet, elbowing free, only for Alexa to yank her hair and slam her back to the canvas.
"Stay down!" Alexa barked, bouncing off the ropes and landing a basement dropkick to Davina's face. She strutted around the ring, blowing kisses at the booing fans, then mockingly bowed toward Sandro at the ringside.
Sandro gave her a nod of approval.
But Alexa's arrogance gave Davina time to recover. As Alexa turned back, Davina launched herself with a spinning back elbow that caught Alexa right on the cheek. The crowd popped.
Davina followed up with a running neckbreaker, then a series of mounted punches, screaming as weeks of frustration and anger poured out with every shot.
Alexa squirmed and rolled out from under her, scrambling to her feet, only to be caught in a stiff German suplex by Davina!
Alexa folded like a paper crane and rolled to the apron, hanging onto the bottom rope to avoid a pin by Davina.
Davina wouldn't let up. She grabbed Alexa's wrist and yanked her up onto the turnbuckle. The crowd stood as Davina climbed up, hooking Alexa for a superplex.
Alexa fought it. She elbowed Davina in the ribs, hard. Again. And again. Davina faltered, and Alexa pushed her down onto the mat.
Then Alexa leapt.
Missile dropkick!
She covered.
One!
Two!
Kickout at two and a half!
Alexa snarled and grabbed the referee by the collar, screaming that it was three. The referee pushed her back, and while his attention was turned, Alexa reached into her boot and pulled out a small string of brass knuckles.
She slipped them on. Waited.
Davina got to her knees.
Alexa swung—
But Davina ducked!
Alexa hit nothing but air, and the knucks slipped from her hand. Davina seized the opportunity and hit a big enzuigiri that sent Alexa sprawling.
The knucks clattered to the mat.
The ref saw them.
He picked them up and immediately held them up to the crowd, questioning what was going on. Alexa protested, throwing her hands up, pleading innocence.
Davina used the distraction to roll her up!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—NO!! Alexa barely kicked out!
The crowd was going wild. Davina screamed in frustration, knowing she was close. She pulled Alexa up and went for her finisher, the Rose Plant.
Alexa shoved her off at the last second and the two women collided with simultaneous clotheslines!
They were both down.
The referee started counting. One... two... three...
Both women stirred. Four... five...
Davina grabbed the ropes. Alexa crawled toward the opposite side. Six... seven...
Both women rose. And then...
Alexa struck first.
Rake to the eyes.
The referee saw it and gave Alexa a warning for it.
Alexa ignores him as she follows it up with a snap DDT, drilling Davina's head into the mat. But she didn't pin her.
No.
Alexa dragged her limp body toward the corner. Climbed up the turnbuckle. Slowly. Deliberately. The crowd booed harder than ever, sensing what was coming.
Sandro, from the ringside, gave the faintest nod.
Alexa stood at the top rope, arms extended. Took a deep breath.
TWISTED BLISS!
Perfectly executed.
Alexa hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rang and the referee raised her hand. The fans were livid, throwing trash, and booing with everything they had.
"Here is your winner... and STILL FCW DIVAS CHAMPION... ALEXA BLISS!"
Sandro entered the ring, holding his TNA X Division Title high as he joined Alexa. He helped her to her feet and raised her hand himself. Then he pulled her in close and kissed her forehead.
The two stood in the middle of the ring, a symbol of dominance and defiance.
Davina rolled to the outside, clutching her head, pain etched into every line of her face. The referee followed to check on her, while Sandro and Alexa basked in their victory.
No interference. No physical aid. But the manipulation? The tactics? The underhanded tricks? All part of the game. All part of the System.
And tonight, once again, the System stood tall.
Alexa climbed the turnbuckle, title raised, while Sandro stood below, watching the crowd with that calm, eerie smile of his.
After several thrilling card matches, backstage promos, and TNA FCW crossover segments that set the crowd buzzing with hype, the tension in the arena became a living thing, hot, thick, and restless.
There had been matches that featured the likes of Austin Creed battling Petey Williams, tag team bout showcasing the Motor City Machine Guns squaring off with The Fortunate Sons, and even a fiery backstage confrontation between Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn regarding the future of FCW if they lose tonight's main event.
But all of it, every moment, had been building toward this, toward the one match that had been called everything from a war to a funeral.
The lights in the arena dimmed. A low hum overtook the crowd. Everyone knew what time it was.
The ring announcer stepped into the center of the ring, standing under the spotlight with a microphone in hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen... the following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! And it is a SIX. ON. SIX. ELIMINATION TAG TEAM MATCH!"
The fans exploded, stomping their feet and chanting. The arena was rocking. Then, suddenly—
SHOCK... THE SYSTEM.
The arena lights cut out completely.
A single spotlight blasted gold down the center of the stage. The Undisputed System's theme shook the building, all of the lights at the entrance stage turned on gold, and the fans responded with thunderous boos, the kind that rattled your ribs.
Emerging from the back, like a gang of warlords returning to claim a burning city, was the Undisputed System.
First came Sandro Zhang, proudly wearing the TNA X Division Championship around his waist, his black and gold entrance coat unbuttoned just enough to reveal the belt. Beside him was Alexa Bliss, clutching her FCW Divas Championship against her shoulder, her eyes defiant.
Following closely were the rest of the empire. AJ Styles in full ring gear and leather jacket, Wade Barrett with the FCW Florida Heavyweight Title slung across his shoulder, Drew McIntyre walking tall with the FCW North American Championship clasped tightly around his waist, and finally, the wrecking crew, Big E and Ryback, with the FCW Tag Team Championships draped across their chests like gladiators.
The ring announcer began, voice barely audible over the crowd's vitriol.
"Accompanied to the ring by the FCW Divas Champion Alexa Bliss... at a combined weight of 1,524 pounds... the team of the TNA X Division Champion Sandro Zhang... AJ Styles... the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion Wade Barrett... the FCW North American Champion Drew McIntyre... and the FCW Tag Team Champions Big E and Ryback... THIS IS... THE UNDISPUTED SYSTEM!"
The group reached the ring and slowly ascended the steps, one by one, with unified precision. Inside the ring, they circled together, their titles raised high as golden spotlights swept around them.
Alexa stood at Sandro's left side, arms crossed, soaking in the hatred. The men of the System handed their titles to the ringside crew and began removing their entrance gear. No smiles. No laughs. Only icy calm and complete assurance.
Then the arena lights shifted again. An unmistakable theme hit.
"American Dream" blared.
The crowd erupted into cheers as Dusty Rhodes stepped out from behind the curtain, dressed in a manager's jacket and holding a microphone in his hand. The fans stood up for the legend, many clapping, others chanting his name.
He waited for the music to fade and then raised the mic to speak.
"Now, I may not be able to wrestle no more, baby... but tonight, I'm actin' as the manager for Team FCW and TNA, OUR LAST HOPE!"
The crowd roared.
"Now y'all didn't come here to see me run my mouth all night. You came here to see WHO we brought to take down that little gold plated empire y'all call The Undisputed System. So, without further ado..."
He leaned into the mic, whispering, then looked toward the ring announcer with a mischievous grin.
"I can't even introduce 'em properly 'cause I'm so excited, baby! Ring announcer, do the honors!"
The lights dropped again.
Then Bray Wyatt's music hit.
The arena plunged into darkness. Fans held up their phones, waving lights in the sea of black. The eerie sound of Bray Wyatt's voice echoed through the speakers.
A single lantern appeared at the top of the stage.
Bray Wyatt.
He walked slowly, swinging the lantern, head lowered. The fans erupted in a mix of cheers and awe.
"Introducing first, representing FCW... from Parts Unknown... weighing at 285 pounds... BRAY WYATT!"
Bray blew out the lantern.
The lights flashed back on.
He stared down the Undisputed System with a sinister grin, stepping onto the apron and entering the ring.
Then came the next theme.
Sheamus's entrance music hit.
Out stepped Sheamus.
A massive pop greeted him as he pounded his chest and screamed into the camera.
"Introducing next, also representing FCW... from Dublin, Ireland... weighing at 272 pounds... SHEAMUS!"
He marched down the ramp like a war machine, locking eyes with Drew McIntyre as he entered the ring.
The third member's theme hit.
It was Kofi Kingston's music!
The crowd leapt to their feet.
Kofi Kingston.
"Introducing next... representing FCW... from Ghana, West Africa... weighing at 212 pounds... KOFI KINGSTON!"
He bounded down the ramp, slapping hands with fans, springing up onto the apron, and launching into the ring with flair.
Three men down.
Then came a growl.
The entrance music of Samoa Joe began to play.
The arena erupted.
Samoa Joe stomped out onto the stage, towel over his shoulder, eyes blazing.
"Introducing next, representing TNA... From Orange County, California... weighing at 282 pounds... SAMOA JOE!"
He made his way down, slow and deliberate, and immediately got in the face of Sandro once inside the ring. The crowd exploded with tension as the referee and some officials kept them apart.
The fifth theme shocked everyone.
The entrance music of one and only Jeff Jarrett hit.
The crowd screamed. Some are in shock. Others in nostalgia.
Jeff Jarrett himself.
"From Hendersonville, Tennessee... representing TNA... JEFF JARRETT!"
Guitar in hand, dressed to fight, Jarrett walked out like a man with unfinished business. He pointed straight at AJ Styles. The past had come calling.
Then finally...
A deep, thunderous rumble.
Bobby Lashley's music hit.
The TNA World Heavyweight Champion walked onto the stage, belt strapped across his waist, muscles rippling, eyes sharp.
"And their final partner... from Colorado Springs, Colorado... weighing at 273 pounds... he is the TNA World Heavyweight Champion... BOBBY LASHLEY!"
The crowd was now unglued. All six stood at the ringside before entering the squared circle together.
The two teams stood on opposite ends. Twelve wrestlers. One match. One war. And everything was on the line. Dusty stepped down from the apron and nodded to the referee. It was time. The bell hadn't even rung yet, but you could feel it. This was the beginning... of the end.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: FCW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles
Faction: The Undisputed System
Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA X Division Champion