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Right to Morgan's face. The Blueprint dropped like a sack of bricks. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Hernandez screamed from the outside. "DQ! THAT'S A DQ!" He pounded his foot on the apron, demanding the referee call for the bell and stop the match.
The referee? Nothing. Not a word. Not a motion.
Just stood still, staring blankly as if Sandro's actions were invisible.
"You gotta be kidding me!" Hernandez yelled as he saw this.
He started to climb through the ropes—
SUPERKICK!
Sandro turned and drilled Hernandez right in the mouth with a precise, snapping superkick, sending him spilling back to the ringside floor.
But Sandro wasn't done.
He hit the ropes on the opposite end.
Came running.
SUICIDE DIVE!
Sandro launched himself like a missile through the ropes and drove Hernandez into the barricade with a thunderous crash, drawing gasps from the audience.
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!"
The chants rained down louder than ever.
Back inside the ring, Morgan was trying to recover, slowly crawling to his hands and knees.
Sabin and Shelley stood together now, nodding at each other.
They knew what time it was.
Shelley lifted Morgan's head.
Sabin climbed the top turnbuckle.
SKULL & BONES!
The combo move connected flawlessly.
Shelley rolled out of the way as Sabin hooked the leg.
The referee slid into position.
1! 2!! 3!!!
Quick. Clean. Corrupt.
DING DING DING!
The arena filled with furious boos, and the jeers of thousands echoed through the rafters. Sabin and Shelley had just stolen the titles.
The ring announcer seeing the result of the match, could only announce the result. "Here are your winners... AND THE NEW TNA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPION... CHRIS SABIN AND ALEX SHELLEY OF MOTOR CITY MACHINE GUNS... THE UNDISPUTED SYSTEM!"
Sandro climbed back into the ring, brushing dust from his suit pants, adjusting his tie like nothing had happened.
The referee retrieved the TNA World Tag Team titles from the ringside crew and handed them to Sabin and Shelley.
Sandro took one of the belts, held it high, and then handed it with almost ceremonial grace to Shelley.
The three stood in the center of the ring, arms raised, gold glistening.
Matt Morgan was still lying out.
Hernandez writhed in pain on the outside.
And Sandro?
He stepped toward the hard cam with a mic in hand, pointed to the lens, and said with a smirk, "This is the future of TNA. Whether you like it or not."
He dropped the mic. Undiousted System music blared.
The Undisputed System had won again. Not by rules. Not by honor.
But by design.
The camera panned across the stunned crowd, signs falling limp, mouths agape, people throwing their arms up in frustration. This wasn't just a title change. It was a statement.
Sabin and Shelley raised the titles again, standing tall beside their new master strategist. Or that's what everyone thought, including Sandro himself which the fans see.
The fans saw Sandro once again congratulate Sabin and Shelley, giving each a quick hug before raising both of their hands high in the center of the ring. With a smug look on his face, Sandro then pointed to the both of them respectively, gesturing for the fans to behold their new champions.
The crowd, of course, wasn't having it. Boos rained down from every direction like a thunderstorm of hatred. Signs were tossed to the floor, fans flipped double birds toward the ring, and Sandro just smirked, stepping forward and shouting, "JUST ACCEPT IT!"
Behind him, Sabin and Shelley shared a brief glance.
Sabin gave Shelley a subtle nod.
Shelley returned it.
Then came the moment no one expected.
A collective gasp escaped the arena as Sabin suddenly delivered a devastating low blow to Sandro, catching him flush with a kick right between the legs. Sandro's eyes widened in disbelief, his face twisting in raw agony. He collapsed to his knees, clutching himself in pain, the smug look wiped clean off his face.
The crowd? Exploded.
"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Cheers flooded the arena like a dam breaking. Fans leapt to their feet. Chants of "MCMG! MCMG!" thundered through the rafters. For a split second, everyone in the arena seemed united in pure, unfiltered joy. The most hated man in wrestling had just been betrayed on live television.
As Sandro struggled on the mat, trying to understand what just happened, Sabin grabbed the mic from the canvas. He paced a few steps, then turned back to the kneeling Sandro with a sneer.
"Why do you look so surprised, huh?" Sabin said, his voice sharp, cutting. "Why are you so angry? Did you really think we were just gonna betray the fans and everything TNA stands for... just like that?"
The crowd roared again.
Sabin continued, voice rising with each word. "We made that deal because we needed a way in. We knew if we joined the group that started the rebellion against you and the Undipusted System to restore order on TNA, there was no way we'd get another shot at those belts. So we played along. Got close. And then tonight, we took 'em."
Some fans still booed, those unsure, those betrayed by the earlier image of Motor City Machine Guns joining the dark side. But they were silenced by what came next.
Shelley now stepped forward and took the mic from Sabin. His face was calm but resolute. He looked directly at Sandro, who was now sitting against the bottom rope, panting.
"You thought you could use us," Shelley said. "Thought we were like you. That we'd sell out for some gold and a few cheap wins."
He shook his head.
"Well, you were wrong."
The crowd got louder, the noise growing to deafening levels.
"This was the plan," Shelley continued. "We worked this out with Joe. With Lethal. With Roode and Storm. With Kurt. With Sting. You wanna know why? Because your arrogance is your downfall, Sandro. You believed we were selfish like you. That we'd just forget who we are. But we're not like you. And tonight? You got your receipt."
Then he looked at Sabin.
Sabin nodded.
Then Shelley dropped the mic in his hand.
And with perfect execution, they launched into one of their team's signature moves, the ASCS Rush.
Spinning Sole Kick. Superkick. Enzuigiri. Another Superkick.
Sandro's body twisted and flailed with each strike, until he collapsed hard to the mat, motionless. The crowd chanted louder than ever.
"THANK YOU MCMG! THANK YOU MCMG!"
And just as they were setting up one final act of rebellion, the Skull & Bones—
The arena lights flickered red and black.
The Undisputed System's music hit.
Out ran Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Big E, Ryback... and AJ Styles.
AJ was the only one carrying a steel chair.
The four heavy hitters sprinted down the ramp, fury in their eyes, ready to protect their leader.
Sabin and Shelley, seeing the backup flood the entrance ramp, dropped Sandro and slid out of the ring, trying to bait them out, trying to stay a step ahead.
The Undisputed System flooded into the ring like a pack of wolves. Wade, Drew, Big E, and Ryback all went straight to the ropes, leaning over them, shouting at Sabin and Shelley, motioning them to come back in. The fans screamed in anticipation, some shouting warnings.
But amidst the chaos, AJ Styles wasn't yelling.
He knelt down.
Offered his hand to Sandro.
Helped him up.
The audience's tone shifted. Confused murmurs rippled through the crowd. Why doesn't AJ join the others and choose to stand back helping Sandro to stand up?
Sandro stood slowly, still clutching his back, trying to find his voice again. He turned to AJ—
CRACK!!!
AJ swung the steel chair with venom, slamming it across Sandro's back with an ear splitting crash. Sandro hit the mat like dead weight, writhing in pain.
The arena ERUPTED.
"AJ! AJ! AJ!"
Wade, Drew, Big E, and Ryback spun around in stunned disbelief. Their mouths hung open, their leader crumpled on the mat again.
Wade was the first to move, lunging toward AJ with rage in his eyes, but suddenly, Sabin reached in through the ropes and yanked Wade's foot out from under him, dragging him out of the ring. Wade crashed to the floor, and Sabin pounced on him, unloading punches to his face.
Drew turned to help Wade, only for Shelley to grab him the same way and drag him down beside him, fists flying.
That left Big E and Ryback, the two powerhouses, now charging at AJ from opposite corners.
But AJ was ready.
Chair still in hand, he swung it like a warrior with a sword. CRACK, Big E took a shot to the ribs. CRACK, Ryback to the arm. Then a third shot dropped Ryback to a knee.
AJ roared. The fans roared louder.
Sandro, lying broken in the center of the ring, tried once more to lift his head. Tried to make sense of the betrayal.
But what he saw was simple, he was losing his grip on his empire.
The Undisputed System was in pieces. His hand picked champions had turned. AJ Styles, the man who had once backed his vision, had chosen a different path. The fans were no longer booing, they were singing, chanting, and even some were crying with joy.
Security poured down the ramp to separate the carnage. Wade and Drew were pulled away from Sabin and Shelley. Big E and Ryback were helped out of the ring, still recovering from AJ's assault.
Sandro was left in the ring, crawling.
Broken.
Alone.
Sabin and Shelley stood tall on the ramp, belts raised high. AJ stood in the middle of Sabin and Shelley, raising his steel chair like a trophy.
The broadcast closed on the visual of the three men together, Sabin, Shelley, and Styles, all standing united as the crowd chanted.
"TNA! TNA! TNA!"
Tonight wasn't just revenge. It was a revolution.
And the message was loud and clear, the Undisputed System could not control everything.
Not the titles.
Not the roster.
Not the heart of TNA.
They had built their kingdom on lies and manipulation, but all it took was one night of truth, one night of successful defiance, for it to come crashing down.
And as the screen faded to black, one question remained, What comes next?
After Impact Zone went off the air, fans were still buzzing. The sound of the crowd hadn't died down even as the lights dimmed.
In the parking lots, at nearby bars, on streaming chats, and across social media, one thing dominated the conversation, the downfall of Sandro and the turn that shook the foundation of Undisputed System's grip on FCW and TNA.
Wrestling Twitter exploded. Hashtags like #UndisputedFall, #MCMGReborn, and #AJSnaps began trending worldwide. Fans shared clips from the broadcast, dissecting every second, from Sabin's low blow to Shelley's mic drop, to AJ Styles slamming that steel chair across Sandro's back.
Memes circulated fast, Sandro's pained expression was already a reaction image, shared thousands of times over. Even fans who'd booed Motor City Machine Guns earlier in the night were now cheering them, lauding them for a plan brilliantly executed.
"They played the long game," one fan tweeted. "That wasn't just a heel turn. That was chess."
Meanwhile, YouTube exploded with fan reactions, impromptu analysis videos, and a wave of new subscribers for TNA's channel. FCW and TNA official forum threads ran deep with theories and speculation. Who planned it? How long had AJ been involved? What would Sandro do next?
Late that night, while the internet was still ablaze, Sandro finally broke his silence. At 2:16 a.m., he tweeted.
"AJ, Sabin, Shelley. You made a choice. A stupid one. You've all walked into a war you can't win. Don't say I didn't warn you. Retribution is coming. #UndisputedSystemForever"
The tweet went viral within minutes. Replies were split — some fans mocked him mercilessly, others were curious what he had in store.
But the tone had shifted. For the first time, Sandro looked vulnerable. Not just physically, emotionally. Publicly. This wasn't the confident mastermind that people had come to hate. This was a man rattled by betrayal, his empire starting to slip through his fingers.
As the days passed, anticipation for the Forbidden Door pay per view grew to a fever pitch. The match card was stacked, and every single member of the Undisputed System, including Alexa Bliss, was set to defend their respective title. The stakes had never been higher and want to see how AJ, Sabin, and Shelley turn impact Sandro and the Undisputed System.
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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