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Inside the General Manager's office, Sandro sat at his desk, the TNA X Division Title still slung across his shoulder. The office was cold and sleek, bathed in bright lighting that matched his brand. He wore a tailored black suit, collar open, hair was sleek. Alexa Bliss sat on the armrest of his chair, scrolling through her phone with a smirk.
Sandro was glaring at a monitor playing highlights from the night's matches, the wrestlers ignoring the stipulations, the stipulations being broken, the referee's interference and even working with the wrestlers. He didn't look amused.
Two TNA producers stood before him, nervous, shifting from foot to foot. One of them started to speak, "We know it's been chaotic, but the crowd—"
"Shut up," Sandro cut in sharply. "I don't give a damn about the crowd. What I saw out there tonight wasn't just a rebellion. It was anarchy. And not the kind that I wanted, it's not the Undisputed System anarchy but their own."
He stood up slowly, letting the weight of his authority settle into the room. Alexa glanced up from her phone and smirked again, clearly entertained.
"Those referees? Those wrestlers? They think this is some free for all? Ignoring my rules? They thought this was some underground fight club? No." He turned to face the producers, his voice like venom. "Every one of them that crossed the line tonight gets fined. Fifty thousand dollars. Each."
The producers blinked.
"Fifty—?" one started, shocked.
"You heard me," Sandro snapped. "And if they do it again? They won't be fined. They'll be erased. Careers, gone. Their lives will be next. You tell them that."
The crowd, watching from the arena and on screen, erupted into deafening boos. The live camera panned to the arena briefly, showing signs in the crowd that read, "SANDRO IS A TYRANT!" and "BRING BACK HONOR TO TNA!"
Sandro, meanwhile, leaned over his desk, his expression ice cold.
"This is my company now. This is my jungle. My order. My discipline. My power. My rules. That's what the Undisputed System stands for, Sandro Zhang's total control."
He sat back down, relaxed again like nothing had happened.
"Tell the ring crew to prepare the main event. And make sure the lights flicker perfectly during our entrance this time. I want everything to be perfect."
The screen faded to black.
Then the TNA theme music hit at this time.
The crowd exploded with cheers, like a volcano finally erupting. Every seat was filled. Every fan was on their feet. The ring announcer stood at the center of the squared circle, spotlight on him, as his voice rang out.
"Ladies and gentlemen… this is the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!"
The crowd erupted again.
"And it is a HANDICAP ELIMINATION TAG TEAM MATCH!"
Cheers grew louder.
"Introducing first…"
A video package played across the titantron, showing highlights of brutal brawls, legendary matches, and iconic moments.
Then, one by one, they emerged.
Samoa Joe. Jay Lethal. Bobby Roode. James Storm. Chris Sabin. Alex Shelley. Kurt Angle. Sting.
Eight men.
Eight veterans and legends.
Eight icons of TNA.
The crowd was deafening. The chant rang loud through the rafters.
"T! N! A! T! N! A!"
The ring announcer's voice cracked with emotion:
"Representing the legacy, honor, and tradition of this company… the team of Samoa Joe, Jay Lethal, Bobby Roode, James Storm, Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley, Kurt Angle, and Sting… this is TEAM TNA!"
The crowd chanted louder than ever before. The eight men made their way into the ring, each taking a corner, posing, saluting the fans.
But they had barely finished before the arena plunged into sudden darkness.
The screen turned black.
Then.
SHOCK THE SYSTEM.
Boom.
A golden hue bathed the entranceway. The Undisputed System's theme roared through the speakers, shaking the arena to its core.
The crowd flipped.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Every fan in the building screamed in fury as gold lights spun in patterns across the audience.
Then, one by one, they emerged.
Alexa Bliss. Looking smug, in full gold accented ring attire and FCW Divas Title strapped around her waist.
Big E. Flexing and pounding his chest, FCW Tag Team Title slung over one shoulder.
Ryback. Dead eyed and hulking beside him, his own FCW Tag Title glinting under the gold spotlight.
Drew McIntyre. Stoic and dangerous, the FCW North American Title strapped across his waist.
Wade Barrett. Calm and regal, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Title rested proudly over his arm.
AJ Styles. Calm, confident, holding the TNA World Heavyweight Championship high above his head.
And then—
Sandro.
Wearing a cold, godlike stare, the TNA X Division Title over his shoulder, dressed in custom black and gold tights that screamed "undeniable."
The fans booed so loudly that the audio nearly clipped.
The ring announcer, even with disgust in his tone, did his job:
"And their opponents… accompanied by the FCW Divas Champion Alexa Bliss… the team of the FCW Tag Team Champions Big E and Ryback… the FCW North American Champion Drew McIntyre… the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion Wade Barrett… the TNA World Heavyweight Champion AJ Styles… and the TNA X Division Champion Sandro Zhang… they are… the UNDISPUTED SYSTEM!"
Alexa pointed at the crowd and laughed. Sandro held his arms wide, bathing in the hate. AJ pointed at Sting and mimicked cutting his throat. Drew cracked his knuckles. Wade grinned. Big E and Ryback stomped toward the ring like tanks.
The eight man unit slowly marched toward the ring, unbothered by the noise, undaunted by the team consisting of veterans and legends that made the opposition standing before them.
The referee stood between the two colossal teams, his striped shirt practically clinging to his skin from the pressure radiating through the arena. He raised his arms and gestured for both teams to stand ready. The crowd quieted just enough to feel the moment crackle with anticipation.
Sandro Zhang stood front and center for the Undisputed System, his eyes never leaving Sting, who mirrored him from across the ring.
Besides Sandro, the rest of his faction, AJ Styles, Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Ryback, and Big E, looked like modern titans ready to trample history beneath their boots. Alexa Bliss stood ringside with a proud, smug look, her arms folded as if she already knew how this would end.
Across from them, Team TNA huddled in their corner. Sting, Samoa Joe, Jay Lethal, Bobby Roode, James Storm, Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley, and Kurt Angle. Men who bled for this company. Legends who shaped its legacy.
The referee gave a final nod. Then he signaled for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Chaos didn't erupt immediately. This wasn't a brawl, it was war.
Kurt Angle stepped forward for Team TNA, while Big E started for the Undisputed System. The two circled, trading glares and footwork. The crowd surged with every feint and movement.
They locked up hard. Big E shoved Angle back a few steps, but Angle quickly went low, shooting in for a double leg takedown. Big E stuffed it, grunting, before slamming a forearm into Angle's spine. He yanked Angle up by the waist and threw him into the corner of the Undisputed System.
Tag to Ryback.
Ryback stepped in, pounding on Angle with clubbing blows. But Angle rolled through under a wild swing and dove toward his corner.
Tag to Samoa Joe.
The arena roared as Joe charged in, planting Ryback with a running elbow. Then a swift kick to the ribs. He dragged Ryback up and whipped him to the ropes and hit a huge Samoan Drop! The ring shook!
Joe went for the cover—
1… 2... kickout!
Joe didn't waste time. He tagged in Chris Sabin, who hit a springboard crossbody on Ryback. Fast and furious, combined with alternating fast tags with Shelley, the Motor Cuty Machine Gun delivered a flurry of strikes. But Ryback wasn't going down that easily. He caught Sabin who was legal mid run and delivered a huge powerslam.
Tag to AJ Styles.
AJ entered with calm intensity, immediately grounding Sabin with a backbreaker. Then he hit a quick sliding forearm. The crowd booed mercilessly, chanting, "YOU SOLD OUT!" but AJ ignored it all.
Sabin scrambled to tag out. Jay Lethal reached out his hand and they made the tag!
Jay entered with a burst of energy, darting around AJ. The two exchanged quick, technical strikes. Lethal got the upper hand with a springboard dropkick, sending AJ flying to the mat.
Tag to Sting.
The building nearly exploded as Sting climbed into the ring.
AJ tried to tag out but the referee held up his hand, pretending to check on him while blocking the tag from happening.
The crowd cheered wildly as Sting took advantage, pummeling AJ with punches in the opposite corner of Undisputed System after whipping him there. Sandro stood fuming, yelling at the referee, who simply shrugged.
"He was going to make a tag, you blocked him!" Sandro roared.
Alexa Bliss slammed her hand on the mat, screaming at the official too, but the match continued.
Sting tossed AJ to the center of the ring and tagged in James Storm. The Cowboy delivered a springboard leg drop and covered.
1… 2… AJ kicked out.
Back and forth the match went. Tags flowed from both sides as the ring filled and emptied. Samoa Joe and Wade Barrett traded heavy shots. Alex Shelley and Sandro even got a brief taste of each other, with Shelley ducking Sandro's clothesline and landing a spinning back kick.
Then came the turning point of the match.
Jay Lethal was legal for Team TNA. He darted toward the ropes but was caught mid stride by Drew McIntyre with a Claymore Kick!
BOOM!
Jay Lethal dropped like a stone. Drew covered.
1… 2… 3!
Jay Lethal was eliminated!
The crowd groaned as Jay was helped to the back. Sandro clapped once, stoically, while Drew gave a cold glare to the remaining TNA veterans and legends.
Team TNA regrouped. They weren't done yet.
Next came a chaotic sequence with Bobby Roode and Wade Barrett. Roode caught Barrett with a spinebuster and almost got the pin, but Sandro distracted the referee just long enough to not make the count.
Roode stood, yelling at the ref to do the count, only to turn around into a standing Wade hitting the Bullhammer Elbow!
Wade dove into the cover.
1… 2… 3!
Bobby Roode was eliminated.
The match was now six on six. The odds were even, but the momentum was not.
Sandro smirked on the apron. "You see that?" he muttered to Alexa. "Balance."
But that balance would not last.
Chris Sabin tagged in and ducked a wild strike from Drew McIntyre. He hit a neckbreaker and followed with a dropkick. Then came Kurt Angle, locking Drew into a German suplex chain. One! Two! Three! The crowd counted with every slam.
James Storm hit the Last Call Superkick. Samoa Joe hit a running senton. Then Sting delivered the Scorpion Death Drop!
Sabin jumped from the top rope and hit a springboard Shooting Star Press!
Cover!
1… 2… 3!
Drew McIntyre was eliminated.
The crowd exploded!
Sandro's face turned red. Alexa's smile disappeared.
Team TNA was back in control, five members strong.
AJ gets into the ring, swinging wildly. He hit Joe with a Pele Kick. Then Wade followed behind him and brawled with James Storm. The ring turned into a storm of bodies, fists, and fury.
The referee tried to restore order but always seemed to favor Team TNA. Wade's rope break was ignored. Ryback's five count in the corner came early. Sandro screamed again at the referee, but the official simply waved him off.
"You're gonna regret this," Sandro hissed.
Still, the Undisputed System held together.
Sandro entered legally once again. He was fast, aggressive, picking apart Alex Shelley with crisp kicks and targeted elbow strikes. Shelley fought back with sheer speed, tagging in Angle. The Olympic Gold Medalist ducked a roundhouse and went for the Ankle Lock!
Sandro managed to roll through, kicked Angle off, and tagged Ryback in.
Ryback hit a Meat Hook Clothesline out of nowhere. Angle was turned inside out. Big E tagged in, picked up Angle, and hit the Big Ending!
But the ref pretended not to count the pin by ensuring the top turnbuckle pads in one of the corners were tight.
Big E looked up, mouth open.
The ref still ignores him.
From the outside, Alexa screamed, "COUNT, YOU IDIOT!"
Sandro slammed a hand against the turnbuckle in his corner.
"Focus!" he roared at his team. "We eliminate. We dominate. Now!" With renewed focus, the Undisputed System is locked in. Tag after tag, they managed to isolate Alex Shelley. AJ hit him with the Phenomenal Forearm. Wade hit a bug boot across his face. Then Sandro with a Deadlift German Suplex!
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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