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The camera zoomed in on AJ's face, who was conflicted and uncertain. On Alexa, who didn't clap but showed her praise to Sandro. Then on Sabin and Shelley who were smirking and also raised their hand. The Undisputed System hadn't just survived… they had grown. And next week… it would all come to light.
The show then faded to black with these as the last scene the fans at home see, but the chaos had only just begun.
Within minutes, Twitter erupted into flames.
Fans were outraged, shocked, betrayed. The words Motor City Machine Guns trended within ten minutes. Nobody, absolutely nobody, had expected the betrayal to come from them. Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley, lifelong faces of TNA, beloved warriors of tag team wrestling, had crossed over to the Undisputed System.
The betrayal had hit like a freight train.
Many fans had their eyes on Samoa Joe or even Beer Money Inc. as possible turncoats if a betrayal was going to happen. But Sabin and Shelley? That was a knife in the back. A violation of trust. The betrayal stung even more because of the sheer shock and timing of it.
Just when it looked like Team TNA was going to pull out a miraculous win, Kurt, Sting, Sabin, and Shelley against Sandro and AJ, it all crumbled.
Fans flooded the TNA Official Forum Website. The headlines were brutal after the show.
"MCMG Sell Out?!"
"Sabin & Shelley Betray TNA – Align with Sandro's Undisputed System!"
"Sting Left Hanging, Kurt Screwed Again"
Tweets poured in by the thousands.
@WrestleRiot: "MCMG? More like Money Chasin' Machine Guns. How could you?!"
@ImpactNation: "This betrayal hurts worse than Monty Brown never winning the title. What the fuck just happened?!"
@KayfabeOverload: "I'm sick. Sting, Kurt, Joe, Storm, Roode, Lethal... they all fought their hearts out. And that's how it ends? Really?!"
But just as the rage boiled over, Chris Sabin tweeted. And then Alex Shelley.
Both tweets were identical.
A picture of a torn TNA banner… with a short caption.
"You'll understand next week. #ImpactZone #UndisputedSystemXMachineGuns"
That's all it took.
The replies exploded. Fans demanding explanations. Demanding apologies. But what shocked them even more… was Sandro's retweet of both posts.
Sandro quote tweeted them with a picture of himself backstage, sunglasses on, smirking as the TNA banner burned in a barrel behind him. His caption?
"Everyone's got a price... or a favor. No one is invincible to temptation." – T.M.D.M. #UndisputedSystemXMachineGuns #PowerIsControl"
It was a direct reference to Ted DiBiase, The Million Dollar Man. And fans didn't miss it.
Speculation reached fever pitch.
"Did Sandro buy them off?"
"Was there a long agreement backstage that we don't know about between Sandro and MCMG?!"
"Is this about creative freedom? Money? Revenge?"
But at the end of the day, it was all speculation. Nothing was confirmed. And as the days crawled toward Monday, the anticipation only grew more intense.
Inside the locker room of the Undisputed System, the mood was… surprisingly light.
Sandro sat at the center bench, adjusting his gloves methodically. AJ Styles leaned against the wall, arms crossed, talking with Sabin and Shelley, who were seated across the room, chatting amongst themselves. Alexa Bliss sat on a steel chair beside Sandro, flipping through her notes for the night, casting occasional glances toward the Machine Guns.
Drew McIntyre stood by the doorway, guarding the room like a lion.
Big E and Ryback, though still bandaged from the war last week, chuckled about a recent fan theory that Sabin and Shelley were clones made by the Undisputed System's "dark money." Wade Barrett sipped water, smirking, letting the tension hang.
The screen showed nonsense outside. Low card matches, nonsensical stipulations, and a series of promos and segments that felt like filler to the crowd in the arena.
Fans online began to think that the Undisputed System wouldn't show up at all tonight.
They were wrong.
At the main event of tonight's show, it was between Austin Creed and Tyson Kidd, for the number 1 Contender Match for the FCW North American Title.
The match was already strange. Falls Count Anywhere and 2 out of 3 Falls? The audience could feel something was off. Chants of "Where's Sandro?" and "We Want Bray!" echoed through the venue.
And then…
The lights cut.
A slow, eerie hum built through the speakers.
"He's got the whole world... in his hands..."
The Wyatt Family's music hit.
Out came Bray Wyatt with a microphone in hand. Beside him, was the full army.
Erick Rowan, Luke Harper, Kofi Kingston, Taylor Rotunda, Gavin Spears, Brett DiBiase, and Curt Hennig.
The crowd went wild.
Creed and Kidd stood in the ring, frozen, confused, and wary.
Bray walked slowly, like a preacher approaching a pulpit.
He stepped into the ring, staring at Creed and Kidd. He handed the microphone to Kofi.
Kofi raised it slowly.
"You two can stay if you believe in what we're about to do. Or you can walk away. But understand, we're here to finish what we started. This rebellion against the Undisputed System? It ain't over."
The hard cam caught everything. Perfect shot. No cutaways.
Creed and Kidd looked at each other. Kidd sighed and stepped back. Creed followed. They slid out of the ring and left the scene to the rebels.
Bray took the mic again.
"Last week, the Undisputed System cheated. Sandro, you and your precious Undisputed System won because you pressured the referee, used your executive power, and brought corruption into a sacred match. You stole what you couldn't earn."
He looked into the lens.
"But no system lives forever. No regime survives forever. We're here to burn it down. We're here to pull your fangs, Sandro. You want our wrath? Then you've got one. We wouldn't leave this ring and this show until you and your family come out to face us."
The crowd cheered as Bray slowly opened his arms. Rowan and Harper stared dead ahead. The rest of their teammate raised their fists in a show of unity.
At this time, the lights suddenly flickered off.
BOOM.
"SHOCK THE SYSTEM."
A golden strobe lit the arena. The Undisputed System's theme exploded through the speakers. The crowd, already on edge, erupted into furious boos.
Out walked Sandro Zhang, dressed in his full ring gear, the TNA X Division Championship slung confidently over his right shoulder. In his left hand, he held a microphone, smirking through the jeers.
Flanking him was AJ Styles, the TNA World Heavyweight Champion, holding his belt across his waist, a calm fury etched across his face. Wade Barrett stood tall with the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship, stoic and stone faced.
Drew McIntyre, ever the imposing figure, had the FCW North American Title draped across his shoulder. And behind them, like twin wrecking balls, came Big E and Ryback, both holding the FCW Tag Team Championships and ready to fight, their gear matching the golden glow of their faction.
All of them were in ring gear. All of them were ready for war.
The boos intensified as Sandro raised the mic.
"Cut our music."
The arena immediately fell to silence, only to be punctuated by angry crowd noise.
Sandro looked to the ring, where Bray Wyatt and his rebellious army stood firm, and then let out a dismissive breath.
"Let's get one thing straight, Bray," Sandro said, pointing his mic directly at the ring. "You can cry about corruption. You can whine about the referee. But in the end—"
He held up his title and tapped on the golden faceplate, "—a win is a win. That's what the record books will show. That's what the history books will remember. We walked out of that match victorious and undeniable. You and your ragtag group walked out humiliated."
The fans booed louder.
Sandro ignored it. "So here's my advice, pack up your little ragtag rebellion, walk your sorry asses back home, and save yourselves from the beating you clearly didn't learn from last week. Or..."
He smirked, shifting his stance as the Undisputed System spread out behind him.
"Or we can walk down that ramp right now and kick every last one of your asses into the floor. I'm in a good mood tonight. You pick."
He paused, and the crowd began chanting "COWARD! COWARD! COWARD!"
Sandro sneered but kept cool.
"Oh and one more thing," he added, casually. "This Saturday, Forbidden Door marks the end of the one year partnership between FCW and TNA. Or at least, it was supposed to. But I've got news for you. I'm the only General Manager left for both brands… which means that partnership? It's not ending."
He smirked widely. "It's extending. Indefinitely. And I don't need to sign a single piece of paper. I am the paper."
The arena booed with such intensity it shook the cameras. The disrespect, the arrogance, it all poured off Sandro in waves.
In the ring, Bray Wyatt let out a low chuckle. His head lowered. Then lifted.
A manic grin twisted across his face.
"Truly," Bray said, microphone raised. "There is no one on this Earth who can match your shamelessness, Sandro. You walk with power you didn't earn, titles you didn't fight for, and gold that should weigh your conscience like anchors. But you? You wear it like a crown."
The crowd roared in support.
"You talk about coming down this road and kicking our asses," Bray continued. "Then DO IT. If you're not a coward, Sandro, if your balls are as big as your mouth, step into this ring and prove it."
The rebels squared their stance. Bray stood tall. Rowan and Harper flanked him like twin towers. Kofi Kingston cracked his knuckles. Taylor Rotunda stared daggers through Sandro. Brett DiBiase and Curt Hennig shifted to protect their own.
Sandro's eyes narrowed. Then…
He smirked.
He dropped the mic.
And began marching down the ramp.
The Undisputed System followed, no hesitation. Like a wave of gold and fury, they surrounded the ring, stepping up onto the apron.
Inside, Bray's army stood firm, daring them.
Then loud boos come from the fans.
The camera swung around just in time to see Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley who had slid into the ring from behind.
They have steel chairs in their respective hand.
They had appeared like ghosts, smirking, smug, and two unrepentant ghosts.
WHAM!
Sabin drove his chair across the back of Brett DiBiase.
WHACK!
Shelley clobbered Curt Hennig.
Bray and the rest of the rebellion turned, shocked, and in that split second, the Undisputed System swarmed.
All out war erupted.
Sandro dove straight at Bray, tackling him into the turnbuckles. AJ Styles and Drew McIntyre double teamed Taylor Rotunda, taking him down with a Claymore into a Pele Kick combo. Wade Barrett hammered Gavin Spears with a brutal Bull Hammer elbow.
Big E and Ryback picked up the chaos from Sabin and Shelley, dragging Brett DiBiase up by the arms.
Ryback Shell Shocked him.
Then Big E crashed down with a running splash.
Curt Hennig tried to fight back, but Sabin and Shelley caught him in the middle of the ring and brought him into the corner.
SKULL AND BONES.
Their signature tag team finisher left Hennig writhing.
Erick Rowan lunged for Sandro, but Drew caught him mid charge and hit him with the Claymore Kick. Luke Harper was next, but AJ flew from the top rope and connected with the Phenomenal Forearm, taking the big man down.
Bray Wyatt, groggy, still tried to stand.
But Sandro wasn't done.
He hoisted Bray up, looked him in the eyes, and whispered something the camera couldn't catch.
Then he planted Bray face first with Bray's own finisher like last week, the Sisters Abigail.
The ring was a battlefield. Bodies lay everywhere. The golden glow of the Undisputed System shone in the center.
Sandro stood tall.
AJ Styles beside him. Drew. Wade. Big E. Ryback. Sabin. Shelley. And Alexa Bliss joined them as she appeared at the entrance stage, walked down the ramp, and slid into the ring, clapping slowly, her eyes locked on Sandro with a twisted admiration.
Bray Wyatt lay unconscious. His rebellion decimated.
The camera panned over the crowd, faces of rage, sorrow, and disbelief.
Sandro picked up Bray's microphone, breathing hard.
He looked into the hard cam.
"No rebellion. No resistance. No savior. Just us."
He tossed the mic into the mat. The Undisputed System except for Sabin and Shelley who raised their hand, raised their titles in unison, bathed in the gold light. The screen faded to black as chants of "Fuck You!" and "Corrupt bastard!" echoed. But Sandro's smirk never left his face.
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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