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Cole exhaled. "That's the debate tearing this industry apart right now. And with everything surrounding Sandro Zhang and the Undisputed System, emotions are running at an all time high."
He paused.
"And speaking of Sandro Zhang—"
SHOCK THE SYSTEM!
The sound hit like a gunshot.
The lights snapped off.
The crowd exploded.
Lights flickered violently, plunging the building into brief darkness as the crowd erupted into a deafening mix of cheers and boos. The RAW logo vanished from the tron, replaced by gold circuitry crawling across the screen.
Cole's voice shot up several octaves. "WAIT A MINUTE—!"
Gold strobes cut through the darkness as the Undisputed System's entrance theme thundered through the speakers, heavier and more ominous than ever.
The lights came back up.
And there he was.
Sandro Zhang stepped onto the stage slowly, deliberately, wearing the WWE Championship strapped tightly around his waist and the United States Championship resting across his right shoulder like a badge of defiance. His expression was calm, almost serene, but his eyes were sharp, scanning the crowd like he owned the place.
The reaction was nuclear.
Half the building lost their minds cheering. The other half rained boos down like thunder.
Cole shouted, "He's here! Sandro Zhang is here on Monday Night RAW!"
Lawler laughed loudly. "The most talked-about man in wrestling, and maybe beyond, has finally shown up!"
Sandro took a few steps forward, letting the noise wash over him, eyes scanning the arena. He didn't raise his arms. Didn't smirk. Didn't play to either side.
He simply existed in the storm.
Then, just behind him—
Alexa Bliss stepped out.
The WWE Divas Championship gleamed at her waist, her posture confident, chin lifted, smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She looked completely at ease, as if the chaos surrounding them only energized her. She wore a black and gold ring jacket, Undisputed System emblem stitched proudly across the back.
Cole reacted instantly. "Loosk like Alexa Bliss is here as well! The Divas Champion stood beside her boyfriend!"
But the surprises weren't over.
A beat passed.
Then another figure stepped out.
The crowd gasped.
AJ Lee stepped out next.
Her gear was unmistakably hers, shorts and top, but the colors were different. Black and gold. The Undisputed System emblem stitched subtly into the fabric. Her hair fell loose around her shoulders, her expression unreadable but intense.
And then Nikki Bella emerged.
Matching gear. The same black and gold aesthetic, tailored to her own style. She stood tall, confident, unapologetic, eyes locked forward.
There were no other members of the Undisputed System.
No Dolph Ziggler. No Big E. No Ryback. No Barrett. No McIntyre. No Kofi. No Heyman.
Just the four of them.
The reaction was deafening.
"Oh my God," Cole said, barely able to hear himself. "Are you kidding me, it's AJ Lee and Nikki Bella! What does this mean?! Do they joined the Undisputed System as well?!"
Lawler laughed in disbelief. "Well, I'll tell you one thing, Cole. Nobody can say Sandro doesn't live life his way. That man is one lucky—"
"Jerry!" Cole snapped, though even he sounded stunned.
As they reached the top of the ramp, Sandro stopped.
He turned.
And without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed Alexa Bliss deeply on the lips.
The crowd screamed.
Before the reaction could settle, he turned and kissed AJ Lee just as passionately.
More noise. More chaos.
Then Nikki.
The camera caught fans covering their kids' eyes. Others stood on their chairs, shouting. Phones were raised everywhere, recording every second.
Cole stammered, "I... I don't even know what to say right now!"
Lawler nearly shouted over the noise. "I don't care what side you're on, Cole, nobody in this building is ignoring this! You might hate him, but nobody can deny the luck this man have!"
The four of them walked down the ramp together, completely unfazed by the reaction, as if the storm around them only proved their point. They slid into the ring, Sandro stepping between the ropes while Alexa posed with her championship. AJ and Nikki took opposite corners, arms crossed, surveying the crowd like they dared someone to say something.
Sandro climbed the turnbuckle, raising both titles high.
Gold everywhere.
Alexa mirrored him, lifting the Divas Championship.
AJ and Nikki posed together, the Undisputed System emblem visible on their gear.
The noise didn't stop.
Finally, AJ dropped down, walked to ringside, and took a microphone from a stunned production assistant. She handed it to Sandro and stepped back, eyes locked on him.
Sandro brought the mic up slowly.
He waited.
He let the boos wash over him. Let the cheers rise and fall. Let the chants clash, SANDRO! SANDRO! mixing with ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!
When he finally spoke, his voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
"Buffalo," he said calmly, "you sound confused."
That only made it louder.
Sandro smiled faintly. "Good. That means you're paying attention."
He paced the ring slowly, Alexa trailing a step behind him, AJ and Nikki watching the crowd while making themselves comfortable.
"Last week," Sandro continued, "I accused the most powerful man in this industry of playing dirty. And instead of denying it, instead of shutting it down… WWE asked you what you thought."
He paused, letting that sink in.
"Over a million and a half of you voted."
Cheers.
"Half of you think Vince McMahon did it."
Boos.
"Half of you don't."
He shrugged. "And that's the point."
Cole whispered, "Listen to this…"
"You don't know what's real anymore," Sandro said, echoing AJ's words from backstage. "You don't know who to trust. And you're angry about it."
He stopped pacing and looked straight into the hard cam.
"That's what happens when power starts slipping."
The crowd reacted sharply to that.
Sandro turned slightly, gesturing toward Alexa. "They tried to make this about scandal. About shame. About telling grown adults how they're allowed to live their lives."
Alexa took the mic from him briefly. "Funny thing is," she said sweetly, "none of us are ashamed."
Huge reaction.
AJ stepped forward next, taking the mic from Alexa without hesitation. "They wanted us to hide," she said, voice steady but sharp. "To deny it. To apologize."
She laughed, shaking her head. "For what? For choosing each other?"
Nikki took the mic next. "This industry chews people up when they don't fit the mold," she said. "So we decided we're done trying to fit."
Sandro took the microphone back, nodding slowly. "And since everyone seems so obsessed with labels…"
He paused.
"Then I guest I gave an official announcement then, the three of them are my girlfriends."
The fans let out some cheers and boos.
"Alexa Bliss," he said, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder, "is the Divas Champion and of course a proud member of the Undisputed System."
The crowd leaned in collectively.
"And for my newly debuted AJ Lee," Sandro continued, turning to her, "is Undisputed."
More noise.
"And my sexy hot older twin Nikki Bella?" He smiled. "Also Undisputed as well."
The arena was in chaos.
Cole nearly shouted, "This is unprecedented!"
Lawler laughed. "I don't even know what rulebook we're using anymore!"
Sandro raised his hand for silence, slowly bringing the volume down just enough.
"Now," he said, voice dropping, "I know what some of you are thinking."
He looked straight into the camera again.
"You're wondering where the rest of my system is."
The crowd buzzed.
"They're exactly where they need to be," Sandro said. "Waiting. Dominating. Holding gold."
He smirked. "And while those NXT clowns wants to declare war… while SmackDown pretends everything is normal… RAW gets the brunt of my truth."
He spread his arms wide, encompassing the ring, the crowd, the moment.
"This isn't about one brand. It's not about one title. It's not even about Vince McMahon."
The boos spiked at the name.
"This," Sandro said firmly, "is about control. And you're watching it slip through their fingers in real time."
He stepped closer to the ropes.
"You can chant. You can boo. You can argue online until your thumbs fall off."
A few fans laughed despite themselves.
"But you're all still here."
He lowered the mic slightly.
"You're all still watching."
Sandro looked at Alexa, AJ, and Nikki, then back to the crowd.
"And that," he said quietly, "is power."
He dropped the microphone.
The four of them stood together as the noise surged back up, the image burning itself into wrestling history, gold everywhere, defiance in every posture, controversy hanging thick in the air.
The noise inside the arena still hadn't settled when the four of them finally began to move toward the ropes, gold glinting under the lights, controversy hanging thick in the air like smoke that refused to clear.
But before the four of them could even think about leaving the ring, the arena soundscape shifted.
BRIE MODE.
The opening notes of Brie Bella's entrance music hit, sharp and unmistakable, and the reaction was instant. A loud, emotional cheer rolled through the building, not the wild chaos Sandro had drawn, but something rawer. Something protective.
The camera cut to the stage.
Brie Bella stepped out slowly, a microphone already clenched in her hand. She wasn't smiling. She wasn't posing. Her shoulders were tense, jaw tight, eyes glossy under the lights. Every step down the ramp looked heavier than the last, like she was walking straight into something she'd been avoiding for weeks.
Cole's voice softened, the shock still lingering.
"Oh no… this just took a turn."
Lawler exhaled. "That's her sister, Cole. And whatever this is, it's about to get real."
Brie stopped halfway down the ramp and raised a trembling hand, motioning for the music to be cut. The sound died instantly, leaving only the roar of the crowd and the low hum of anticipation.
She swallowed hard.
"Nikki…" Her voice cracked on the first syllable.
The camera cut to the ring. Nikki stood frozen, arms at her sides, staring back up the ramp. Alexa's smirk had faded. AJ tilted her head slightly, observant. Sandro's expression didn't change, but his eyes flicked briefly between the twins.
Brie took a breath, trying to steady herself.
"Is this true?" she asked, voice shaking but loud enough to fill the arena. "All of it. Every single thing they're saying."
The crowd quieted, hanging on every word.
She took another step forward, eyes never leaving Nikki. "Tell me this is a lie," Brie pleaded. "Tell me you didn't choose this. Tell me you didn't decide to fall in love with a man who have hurt us before, hurt people, manipulated people, torn this place apart—"
Boos erupted, aimed squarely at the ring.
"And then agree," Brie continued, voice rising with disbelief, "to be the second… or the third woman in his relationship?"
A wave of cheers broke out in support of her. Signs popped up. "BRIE DESERVES BETTER." "NIKKI IS LOST." "THIS AIN'T RIGHT."
Cole nodded along with the crowd. "A lot of people out here agree with Brie."
Lawler scratched his chin. "Look, I don't love what Sandro's done over the years, but I'll say this, powerful men like him? They don't usually take risks like this. He knew the backlash. He knew the risks at the cost of his own reputation. He did it anyway. There's… something to that."
Cole shot him a look. "King, now is not the time."
Lawler raised his hands defensively, chuckling. "Hey, hey, I'm just saying, you don't have to like him to admit the man's got… qualities."
Cole shook his head in disbelief. "Unbelievable."
Back in the ring, Brie's voice dropped, pain seeping through. "Even if it's legal, Nikki… you know it's still wrong. You know that."
She paused, hoping, begging, for some sign of denial.
Instead, Nikki bent down.
She picked up the microphone that Sandro had dropped earlier.
The boos started immediately.
Nikki straightened, rolled her shoulders once, and stared straight at her sister.
"Don't act like you care about me now."
The reaction was instant and brutal.
BOOOOOOO!
The boos rained down hard, drowning out everything for a moment.
Brie recoiled as if she'd been slapped. "What?" she whispered into her mic. "What do you mean by that?"
Nikki let out a short, humorless laugh. "What I mean," she said coldly, "is that my entire life, it's always been about you."
More boos.
"You were always the favorite," Nikki continued. "The sweet one. The innocent one. The one everyone needed to protect."
Brie shook her head, tears falling freely now. "That's not true."
"Oh, it is," Nikki shot back
"From the time we were kids," Nikki continued, voice gaining strength, "I was told to look out for you. To protect you."
She pointed to herself. "And me? I was told to be strong. To protect my little sister. To sacrifice whatever I wanted so you could have everything."
Brie shook her head, tears welling. "That's not—"
"When I finally thought wrestling would be my escape," Nikki cut in, "my chance to be me… here you came again. Riding right in, smiling, soaking up the spotlight like you always do."
Boos rained down harder now.
"And now," Nikki said, her voice sharp as glass, "when I finally find someone who accepts me exactly as I am, someone who promises to help me achieve my dreams in this company, you think you get to lecture me?"
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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
Championships History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA X Division Champion, 1x WWE United States Champion, & 1x WWE Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner, 1x Mr. Money In The Bank, Youngest WWE Champion, & PWI Top 500 (No.1)
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0