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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.
After that brutal beatdown, the show ended and faded to black with Sandro smirking yet again, reigning in triumph. Fans watching from home were seething. The internet exploded in fury after the show ended.
How could this happen? How could Sandro and the Undisputed System once again walk out unscathed? And worse, this reaffirms that Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley, two of TNA's most respected veterans, had sided with Sandro and the Undisputed System out of their own free will.
The betrayal was a knife in the back of everything the fans and the uprising against Undisputed System had stood for. Last Thursday, they were standing shoulder to shoulder with Team TNA, fighting against Sandro and the Undisputed System in unity and resistance before suddenly stabbing them from the back, turning the situation into much worse situation.
Now, they'd suddenly appeared to FCW and helped Sandro and the Undisputed System, to even the numbers game, destroying the attempted rebellion in FCW yet again.
It wasn't just a betrayal. It was treason.
FCW Official Forum and Twitter threads were flooded with speculation. What had Sandro offered them? Why did they do it? Was it money? Titles? A promise of a spotlight that they'd never gotten in TNA? Whatever it was, fans couldn't deny that Sabin and Shelley looked thrilled. There wasn't a hint of guilt in their eyes, only pride and swagger. They hadn't been forced. They had chosen.
Meanwhile, backstage in the FCW arena, the chaos of the night was slowly winding down. The production team was dismantling the set, ring crew packed up cables and lights, and in the back hallway just beyond Gorilla position, the Undisputed System, Sandro, Drew McIntyre, Wade Barrett, Big E, Ryback, AJ Styles, walked through the curtain, joined now by their new kayfabe allies, Sabin and Shelley.
The moment they cleared the curtain and left the crowd behind, the tension broke. Laughter echoed.
"Hell of a debut," Drew said, slapping Shelley on the back.
"Timing was perfect," Ryback added, giving Sabin a nod.
"Man, that pop, well, the heat, was nuclear," Barrett chuckled, adjusting the FCW Florida Heavyweight title on his shoulder. "I thought that one guy was gonna leap over the barricade."
Sandro smirked as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small hand towel, dabbing the sweat off his brow. His X Division Title still hung proudly from his waist.
"We own their attention now," he said simply. "They're pissed, but they're watching. That's what matters."
Sabin leaned against a crate and pulled off his gloves. "I haven't felt that kind of energy since quite some time. Damn, you guys weren't kidding."
Shelley grinned, holding up a hand. Big E slapped it. "We told you, man. This isn't just another faction. This is the Undisputed System. The baddest heel faction currently in the industry."
At that moment, Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn approached, both smiling proudly.
"Now that was some good TV, boys," Dusty said, his arms folded. "You didn't quite top last week's numbers, but trust me, you gave 'em somethin' to talk about. And Saturday? Saturday's gonna be chaos."
Steve chuckled. "Especially with what Sandro's got planned."
All eyes turned to Sandro, who simply chuckled.
"It stays a secret," he said, raising a finger. "We need that shock factor. I want jaws to drop. I want phones out. I want fans tweeting 'Holy shit' before the match is even over."
"And you really think it'll make the WWE acknowledge us as part of the industry history?" AJ asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sandro's grin widened. "They won't have a choice. And I won't even have to use my dad or Nexum Core to twist Vince's arm. They'll acknowledge it on their own."
Everyone laughed. It was a running joke in the business. Vince McMahon, for all his pride, refused to acknowledge other promotions even if he had to, he would find a way to loop through it. NJPW, TNA, and many other wrestling promotions, except for FCW currently, they were all ghosts in WWE's eyes and they only called it the indie scene.
But if Sandro pulled off what he was planning, it wouldn't be something Vince could ignore. Which even if he ignores it, he will force him to acknowledge it because it was part of his legacy in the business.
After that, time passed. The next few days blurred into a flurry of speculation online. Every podcast, wrestling news outlet, and fan theory thread exploded with discussion for this Thursday, what reason will Sabin and Shelley use for their betrayal on team TNA and the TNA spirit.
Then came Thursday.
Time for TNA Impact Zone.
The Impact Zone was jam packed. Not just physically, viewership numbers soared from the start of the show. Every single fan wanted one thing, to hear from Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley. Their betrayal had rocked the company to its core. And Sandro, ever the orchestrator, had promised an explanation would come tonight.
But hour after hour passed. Match after match rolled on. Nothing. Promos aired, none of them related to the betrayal. The crowd got louder, more restless. They booed random babyfaces. They chanted "Where's Sabin?!" and "Shelley sold out!" during a mid card match.
By the time the main event time slot arrived, the crowd was practically foaming at the mouth.
Then, the lights flickered.
A pulse of static.
Then—
"SHOCK. THE. SYSTEM."
BOOM. The golden lights burst to life. The Undisputed System's theme thundered through the Impact Zone.
The boos were immediate, volcanic.
Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley stepped out onto the ramp first, dressed in their familiar ring gear, but now with the bold color scheme of black and gold stitched across their jackets and tights. The Motor City Machine Guns had been reborn in the Undisputed System's image.
Then came Sandro.
Wearing a tailored black suit threaded with golden patterns, the TNA X Division Championship fastened tightly around his waist. He walked slowly, confidently, behind them. Fans in the front row screamed in rage. One even held a sign that read "TRAITORS!" and waved it like a protest flag.
Someone flipped them off.
Sandro didn't flinch. Sabin smirked. Shelley blew a sarcastic kiss.
They climbed the steel steps, entered the ring, and soaked in the boos like kings above peasants. Shelley walked over to the timekeeper's table, demanded a mic, and was handed one. He gestured for two more.
Once he had all three, he handed one to Sandro, one to Sabin, and held the last for himself.
Shelley raised his mic first.
The fans wouldn't stop booing.
Sandro lifted his mic and spoke over the noise.
"Do you want to hear what we have to say? Or do you want to keep pretending that you run this show? Because if that's the case, we can just walk out right now. We've already done our job tonight. Easy paycheck."
That sparked louder boos. Someone hurled a cup. It missed.
Sandro chuckled.
Sabin stepped forward next. "You want an explanation? Fine. Here it is, loyalty doesn't pay the bills. Loyalty doesn't get you on the posters. Loyalty doesn't get you main evented."
He pointed to the crowd.
"You all think we owe you something? We gave you years of experience. Years' damn experiences of tag team clinics. You cheered when we won, booed when we lost, and forgot about us the second we didn't show up or after losing our title."
Shelley at this time continued Sabin's words, stepping forward with a mic in hand, his voice steady but sharp.
"You know," he began, looking around the arena, "we didn't want to go down this path. We really didn't. We believed in the spirit of TNA. We believed in the locker room. We believed in the fight. When Joe came to us, when he said he was forming a group to rebel against Sandro and his circus of power mad egos, we said yes. We stepped up. Because we thought the war was real. We thought it meant something."
The crowd booed, chanting "You sold out!" but Shelley didn't flinch.
"You remember when we ran down to help Bobby Lashley, to fight back against Sandro and the Undisputed System? Yeah, we were there. Alongside Team TNA. Side by side. But what happened then, huh? After all that? Everyone in that ring got the spotlight. The internet exploded with praise. Podcasts raved. Fans on Twitter made threads and fan cams. Even Jay Lethal, Jay freakin' Lethal, got mentioned more than us."
Shelley shook his head.
"You forgot about us. Again. No mention of Chris Sabin. No love for Alex Shelley. No chants for Motor City Machine Guns. Not unless we were being lumped in with the others like we were supporting cast in our own story. You erased us."
The crowd was starting to rumble now, a mix of confusion and disapproval. Some even quieted for a moment, listening.
Sabin stepped forward again, picking up where Shelley left off.
"So we made a choice. We didn't want to just be remembered, we wanted to be undeniable. We wanted to make damn sure you'd never forget us again. So what did we do? We went to Sandro. That's right. Before the elimination tag match, we approached him. We offered our services. Our allegiance. We told him exactly what we wanted. And he agreed that night during the match."
Nuclear heat.
The crowd roared in disapproval, drowning Sabin in a deafening wave of boos. Cups and trash flew from the stands. Security along the barricades tightened.
Shelley smirked. Sandro looked out at the crowd, completely unfazed, slowly raising his microphone again.
"Shut your mouths," he growled, his voice now cold and sharp. "Or I'll make sure every single one of you regrets opening them ever again. I've got enough money to turn your lives into nightmares. You think you matter? You think you're a part of this? You're not. You're scenery."
The boos didn't stop. In fact, they only got louder.
Sandro sneered.
"Fine. Don't shut up. Whatever. Sabin, finish this. Let's wrap it up."
Sabin nodded, his expression deadly serious now.
"We told Sandro we wanted the TNA World Tag Team Titles. And he said we could have them. Tonight."
That set off another round of furious yelling. Chants of "Bullshit!" and "Traitors!" erupted.
Sabin ignored it.
"We are the best tag team in the world. Always have been. But now? Now we're not just the best. We're the most powerful. Because we're not doing this alone anymore. We're doing it with the Undisputed System."
Shelley leaned back against the ropes, microphone to his lips.
"You think this is betrayal? This isn't betrayal. This is evolution. We woke up. We saw the truth. And it was you, the fans, TNA, the system, you all betrayed us first. All we did… was finally stop pretending."
The ring was deafening with heat. Boos, jeers, hatred, and yet, not a single fan looked away. Everyone was locked in.
Sandro stepped forward once more, adjusting his X Division Title belt and smirking widely.
"I hope you all enjoyed tonight's main event. Because I know for a fact Hernandez and Matt Morgan won't."
He dropped his mic with a loud thud.
Sabin and Shelley followed suit, letting their mics fall as well. They turned, pacing slowly to their corner of the ring as Sandro stepped through the ropes and took his place at ringside to support his new golden duo.
Suddenly—
BOOM.
Hernandez's entrance music blasted through the Impact Zone. The crowd cheered wildly as the powerhouse stepped onto the stage, TNA World Tag Team Championship held high over his shoulder. He looked angry, no, livid, and didn't waste any time as he started down the ramp.
Moments later, Matt Morgan's music hit, and the "Blueprint" himself stormed out, his own tag title in hand. Together, the TNA World Tag Team Champions walked shoulder to shoulder down the ramp, eyes locked on the ring, on Sabin and Shelley. The two men who decided to cut the line by using third party help.
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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