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A popular wrestling news Twitter account dropped a bombshell. They posted a candid photo taken outside the airport. In the picture, Sandro Zhang was seen putting luggage into the back of a sleek black SUV. Standing next to him, phone in hand, was Nikki Bella. She wasn't in ring gear, just casual clothes, scrolling on her screen while Sandro worked the bags like a gentleman.
The caption read, "Is love in the air? Rumors swirl as Sandro Zhang is spotted arriving today at Indianapolis for RAW with Nikki Bella. Could the rising star be dating one half of the Bella Twins? Then what about his relationship with Alexa Bliss? 👀🔥 #RAW #WWE #CoupleAlert"
And just like that, the internet exploded again.
The post tagged Sandro, Nikki, and Alexa Bliss, which only added fuel to the fire. Fans lost their minds, speculating wildly in quote tweets and comments.
"Wait, WHAT?! Sandro and Nikki??? Since when???"
"Polygamy might be legal now, but in wrestling? This is wild."
"Sandro out here living the dream, huh?"
"Wait, what about Alexa?"
"Sandro and Nikki?! Did NOT see that coming!"
Within minutes, #SandroAndNikki was trending worldwide, eclipsing even the Undertaker Shawn news for a brief moment. Nikki Bella's Twitter account blew up with replies, some supportive, many harsh.
Social norms hadn't fully adjusted to polyamorous relationships, even though laws had, and the backlash was intense. Many fans accusing her of disrespecting Alexa Bliss and breaking unspoken boundaries.
Her mentions were a warzone of harsh comments, even as others defended her, arguing that nothing in the photo proved anything beyond friendship. The discourse was toxic and relentless. Memes, theories, screenshots of old interviews, everything hit the timeline like a storm.
Meanwhile, back inside the arena, Sandro was oblivious.
He had just finished a private meeting with Vince McMahon in his office. The boss himself had praised Sandro for his impromptu match with Kane, calling it bold, electrifying, and, most importantly, a massive ratings draw. Vince's gravelly voice had carried both admiration and approval.
"Damn good work out there, pal," Vince said, clapping Sandro on the shoulder with a meaty hand. "You held your own with Kane, you made the people believe, and you gave them a moment they'll NEVER forget. You've got my full blessing. Whatever you've got planned next, do it."
For Sandro, hearing those words was like striking gold. He nodded respectfully, hiding the grin tugging at his lips. "Thank you, Mr. McMahon. I won't let you down."
As he stepped out of the office, adrenaline still pumping, he had no idea what was waiting for him. He barely made it five steps down the hall before two familiar figures blocked his path, Triple H and Shawn Michaels.
Sandro stopped dead, blinking in surprise. Both men looked serious or at least, they were trying to. Shawn's jaw was tight, but his eyes betrayed a hint of mischief. Triple H stood with his arms crossed, his massive frame blocking half the corridor.
"Uh…" Sandro tilted his head, a cautious smile tugging at his lips. "What's up, guys?"
Triple H glanced at Shawn, then back at Sandro. "You got a minute?"
Before Sandro could answer, they each grabbed an arm and ushered him into an empty room. The door clicked shut behind them with an audible lock.
Sandro frowned, half amused, half concerned. "Uh… okay? What's going on here? Did I… break something? You guys look like I ran over your dog."
Shawn exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hunter, you wanna…?"
Triple H raised a hand. "Nope. Not me. You started this mess. You tell him."
"Started it?" Shawn shot back, his eyebrows shooting up. "You're the one who—"
"Oh, don't start, Shawn. If you hadn't—"
And just like that, the two legends were bickering, their voices rising as they jabbed fingers at each other. Sandro stood there, watching them argue like schoolboys, a chuckle slipping past his lips. For a moment, it was like DX had come back to life, the goofy antics, the over the top blame game.
Finally, Sandro held up his hands, laughing under his breath. "Okay, okay. Time out. You guys are killing me here. What's going on? And please tell me it's not about me stiffing Kane with that chair shot. He told me to lay it in."
The two stopped mid-argument and exchanged a glance. Shawn sighed, shoulders slumping. "No, kid… it's not about the match."
"Then what?" Sandro asked, curiosity gnawing at him now.
Triple H gestured toward Sandro's pocket. "Why don't you… check Twitter?"
Sandro blinked, confused. "Twitter?" He fished out his iPhone, swiping it open. Notifications were blowing up like fireworks, hundreds of mentions, messages, tags. His brow furrowed as he scrolled… and then his stomach dropped.
There it was. The photo. Him. Nikki. The SUV. And that damn caption.
He didn't expect he would once again get careless and get pictured, but here it was, staring back at him from his phone screen: him and Nikki, standing by the SUV, casual as ever. His heart sank.
The reactions were exactly what he imagined, a storm of tweets, memes, threads, and hashtags. Many fans had begun pointing fingers, and most of that heat was aimed at Nikki. She was being accused of being the one coming between him and Alexa, even though that wasn't the truth.
Of course, some people aimed their criticism at him, but a surprising number of fans directed their frustration toward Alexa as well, painting her as somehow complicit in this so-called scandal.
The wrestling community was in chaos. While polygamy had been legalized, old social norms still clung to people like stubborn vines. For many, the idea of one man being romantically involved with more than one woman felt wrong, no matter what the law said.
So the comments poured in, harsh and relentless, as if Twitter had turned into a courtroom and Sandro, Nikki, and Alexa were on trial. Some fans theorized they were all in one big relationship, while others went on rants about morality, commitment, and loyalty. The harsh words kept raining down like acid, staining every mention with venom.
Sandro scrolled through the mess, jaw tightening. His eyes locked on the Twitter account that posted the photo, a popular wrestling news handle notorious for stirring the pot whenever possible. He sighed and made a mental note of it. He would need to keep an eye on them moving forward.
Triple H and Shawn noticed the way Sandro's face changed, from confusion to realization to frustration. They exchanged a quick glance before Shawn finally broke the silence.
"So... is it true?" Shawn asked carefully, his tone less judgmental and more curious. "That post out there, is it legit or is this just some reporter twisting an innocent moment? Are you two just friends?"
Triple H added, his voice a mix of stern and inquisitive, "Yeah, kid. What's the deal? You gotta tell us."
Sandro froze for a second, phone still in his hand, mind spinning like a roulette wheel. Should he tell them? Should he keep it vague and brush this off as an exaggeration?
The idea of telling two of the most influential figures in WWE that he was in a polygamous relationship wasn't something he had planned for tonight. It could blow up in his face, they could see him as reckless, controversial, or even bad for the brand.
Or... maybe they'd respect his honesty and discretion. Maybe it would even bring them closer as allies. It was a gamble, and Sandro knew it.
He stayed silent a beat too long, and that silence spoke volumes. Triple H and Shawn traded another look, eyebrows raised. They weren't idiots, they'd been around long enough to read between the lines.
Finally, Sandro took a deep breath and spoke. "Look... this doesn't leave this room, alright? Not a word to anyone. I'm trusting you both here."
They nodded slowly, leaning in. Shawn's expression softened, while Triple H just gave a curt nod, arms still crossed but his curiosity piqued.
"The truth is... yeah. It's real. I'm in a polygamous relationship. Nikki. Alexa. And... there's someone else too. We keep it private because not everyone understands even though its legal. Hell, most people don't. But it's real, and everyone involved is happy. So please... keep this between us."
For a long second, there was silence. Then both legends reacted in a way Sandro never saw coming.
Shawn let out a low whistle, eyes wide. "Damn, kid... I did NOT see that coming."
Triple H chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You... are something else. Seriously. More than one woman? And they all agree to this?" He clapped Sandro on the back with a heavy hand and grinned. "You're a hero among men. A legend in the making and not just in the ring."
Shawn laughed, joining in. "You got guts, kid. That takes some serious... commitment. Or insanity. Maybe both."
Their attempt to lighten the mood made Sandro chuckle despite the situation. "Thanks, I guess? But listen... I'll handle this. No need to drag PR into it. If anything, this might actually be an opportunity. I can control the narrative, introduce this side of me slowly. I'd rather take the heat than let Nikki or Alexa get burned for this. If someone has to look like the bad guy, it's gonna be me. I'm okay being called a playboy. They don't deserve that hate."
Both men nodded, clearly respecting his stance. Triple H gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. "Handle your business, kid. And if you need anything... you know where to find us."
"Appreciate that," Sandro said with a small smile. "But for now... I need to make some calls. Excuse me."
They stepped aside, letting him out of the room. As soon as Sandro hit the hallway, he could feel the stares. Whispers followed him like shadows, but he ignored them. He had one priority right now, Nikki.
As he strode toward the women's locker room, he pulled out his phone and opened WhatsApp, navigating to the private group chat he shared with the women in his life.
His eyes skimmed the messages from Alexa and April. They were freaking out, talking about the chaos on Twitter and worrying about him and Nikki being bombarded by questions or photographers.
No messages from Nikki yet.
He typed quickly. 'Just saw the stuff on Twitter. Don't panic. I'm handling it right now. Heading to see Nikki first.'
Within seconds, April replied: 'Thank God. We were losing it here. Handle it your way, baby. We trust you.'
Alexa chimed in: 'Same. And tell Nikki we love her, okay? Give her a hug for us.'
Sandro smiled faintly, typing back: Will do. I got this.
He slipped his phone into his pocket just as he reached the locker room door. Voices carried from inside, women talking, some hushed, some sharp. The kind of tones that told him this had already become a topic of discussion in there.
He knocked gently. A moment later, the door opened, and Brie Bella stood there. Her eyes widened when she saw him, tension flashing across her face for a split second before she masked it with a polite smile.
"Sandro," she said, her voice calm but tight. "It's... good you're here. Wait here, I'll get Nikki."
He nodded, saying nothing, and Brie disappeared back inside. He waited in the hallway, heart pounding. Seconds felt like minutes before the door opened again.
Nikki stepped out.
Her eyes were red, makeup slightly smudged, the unmistakable signs of someone who'd been crying. The sight hit Sandro like a punch to the gut. Without thinking, he closed the distance between them in two strides, and Nikki fell into his arms. He wrapped her up in a firm but gentle embrace, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.
"Hey," he murmured softly against her hair. "It's okay. I got you."
From inside the locker room, curious eyes watched. Kelly Kelly, Eve Torres, Maryse, Gail Kim, and Jillian Hall, they all saw Nikki clinging to Sandro like a lifeline. Shock rippled through the room, their gossip hungry instincts firing up like alarms. But to their credit, no one said a word. They just exchanged loaded glances, whispers forming silently in their throats.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: WWE - RAW
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