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Lawler nodded. "And the message has been sent loud and clear by the Deadman." RAW faded out with Sandro barely stirring, chaos everywhere, and the road to Hell in a Cell officially ignited by the Undertaker who reminds the champion, he is taking the title.
RAW didn't really recover after that.
The show continued, sure—matches happened, promos were cut, storylines moved forward—but none of it mattered the same way. You could feel it through the screen. The crowd was still buzzing, still rattled, still replaying that opening segment and match over and over in their heads. The commentary team tried to refocus the audience, but even Cole and Lawler kept circling back to it in little asides, little verbal tics that betrayed how shaken the entire broadcast team was.
Sandro Zhang and the Undisputed System never appeared again for the rest of the night.
No follow up promo. No smug victory lap. No medical update on the United States and WWE Champion who'd just been Tombstoned by the Deadman himself.
And somehow, that absence only made things louder.
Fans noticed immediately. On social media, people were already speculating before the final match even ended. Some were convinced WWE had rewritten the show on the fly.
Others swore it was all part of the plan, that silence was the point. That letting the image of Sandro laid out, titles scattered, Undertaker looming over him, was far more powerful than anything he could have said.
By the time RAW faded to black, Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, internet wrestling forums, group chats, everything really, exploded.
The wrestling world was on fire.
The first wave of reactions centered on one thing above all else, Sandro, AJ Lee, Nikki Bella, and Alexa Bliss.
Together.
Publicly.
Unapologetically.
For the first time, there was no ambiguity, no coy hints, no blurred lines. They stood united on screen, ringside, in the ring, in the chaos. Not just as allies, not just as stablemates, but as a family. A polygamous relationship laid bare in front of millions, woven directly into the story, into the power dynamics of WWE itself.
Some fans were stunned.
Some were uncomfortable.
A lot were fascinated.
Within minutes, #RAW, #UndisputedSystem, #BellaTwins, #Undertaker, and #HellInACell were all trending worldwide. Think pieces popped up everywhere. Was WWE pushing boundaries? Was this exploitation? Was it brilliant? Was it dangerous? Was it the most compelling thing the company had done in years?
AJ Lee, Nikki Bella, and Alexa Bliss weren't just characters anymore. They weren't just "the girls at ringside." They were central figures in the most controversial storyline in the company, aligned with the most dominant faction, tied emotionally and politically to the Double Champion himself.
And the Undisputed System had just gotten even stronger.
AJ and Nikki officially joining the faction sent shockwaves through the fanbase. Alexa had already been at Sandro's side, but now it was undeniable, this wasn't just muscle and gold. This was influence. This was chaos. This was control extending into every division, men's titles, women's titles, personal relationships, and locker rooms.
But if one story ignited the internet, another poured gasoline on it.
The breakup of the Bella Twins.
No one had seen it coming like that.
Fans had expected tension. A feud, maybe. A jealousy angle. But the sheer brutality of Nikki's words, the venom, the resentment, the years of buried hatred spilling out in one sentence, cut far deeper than any chair shot ever could.
Brie's reaction, raw and unfiltered, hooked people instantly. Even fans who had never cared much about the Bellas before suddenly found themselves emotionally invested.
The tears.
The fury.
The refusal to quit.
People believed her.
They felt her.
"This feels too real," one tweet read, racking up tens of thousands of likes.
"This doesn't feel like a storyline," another said. "It feels like something breaking."
Clips of Brie finally fighting back went viral. Fans replayed that moment where she locked eyes with Nikki, heartbreak and defiance colliding, and refused to stay down. Cole's call—"There it is! Brie Bella finally fighting back!"—became a rallying cry.
And then there was the match itself.
Critics, fans, even wrestlers chimed in: that six-woman tag wasn't just good. It was special.
A tag team clinic.
Timing.
Psychology.
Storytelling.
Every woman had her moment. Kelly's fire. Eve's explosiveness. Brie's resilience. AJ's sadism. Alexa's precision. Nikki's raw aggression. It wasn't just spots, it was emotion driven violence, layered with betrayal, jealousy, loyalty, and ambition.
More than a few voices asked the same question out loud.
Is this the evolution?
For years, Divas matches had been dismissed, minimized, rushed. But lately, and especially here—l, the tone had shifted. These women weren't just selling sex appeal. They were selling pain. They were selling struggle. They were hitting harder, moving faster, taking risks that forced people to pay attention.
"Yes, they're still beautiful," one popular post read. "But tonight proved they're dangerous too."
And then, because the night wasn't already unforgettable enough, the Undertaker happened.
That moment replayed endlessly.
Nobody, nobody, had expected him that night. The sound of the gong alone sent chills through living rooms around the world. The visual of the Deadman standing behind Sandro, the WWE Champion oblivious for just a heartbeat too long, was already being called one of the most iconic images of the year.
Fans admitted it openly, they'd forgotten. Everyone had. The polygamy revelation, the chaos of the opening segment, the emotional wreckage, everything had distracted people from the most dangerous truth of all, it all swallowed the fact that Undertaker was still there. Still looming. Still the number one contender after that brutal battle royal Vince himself had created.
And now, with Hell in a Cell two weeks away, reality came crashing back.
Undertaker didn't need words.
He didn't need a promo.
He needed one Tombstone.
Driving Sandro down onto the very championships that symbolized his control, the United States Title, the Divas Title, while the WWE Championship stayed strapped around his waist like a grim reminder.
This wasn't about embarrassment.
This was about warning.
And the debate that followed was fierce.
Would Sandro's reign end almost as soon as it began?
Was WWE really going to sacrifice his momentum to feed Undertaker one more legendary run?
Or was Sandro about to do the unthinkable, survive Hell in a Cell against the man who made it famous?
Fans were split.
Some argued Sandro wasn't ready for this test. Not against Undertaker. Not inside that structure. Others believed this was exactly the kind of crucible that would cement him as something more than a flash of dominance.
"He has to retain," one post insisted. "If he loses now, everything he built collapses."
Others countered just as passionately. "That's Undertaker's match. You don't beat him there unless you're meant to become the next big thing."
Speculation turned obsessive.
And then, days passed.
Monday bled into Tuesday.
By Wednesday night, the focus shifted, but the tension didn't fade.
It was time for NXT.
Live from the Performance Center in Tampa, Florida.
Cole and Josh took their places at commentary, setting the tone for what was supposed to be another step in NXT's rise as a brand. The crowd was hot, proud of their homegrown stars, still riding the energy from last week's debut and the declaration of war Dusty Rhodes, Steve Keirn, and NXT entire locker rooms had made against Sandro and the Undisputed System.
The show rolled on smoothly, until the main event.
Just before it began, the feed abruptly cut backstage.
What appeared on screen was chaos.
The camera shook as it rushed down a corridor toward the NXT women's locker room. Shouts echoed. Metal clanged. Screams cut through the noise.
Then the door burst open.
Inside, AJ Lee, Nikki Bella, and Alexa Bliss stood amid wreckage, steel chairs in their hands.
Bodies littered the floor.
Asuka, the inaugural NXT Women's Champion, was down first, slumped against a bench, clutching her ribs, eyes glazed but burning with fury. Around her lay the rest of the NXT women's division, sprawled, unmoving, victims of a calculated ambush.
Cole's voice cut in, horrified. "Oh my God, this is an invasion!"
Josh shouted, "That's Asuka! That's the champion!"
AJ laughed, wild and breathless, dragging a chair across the floor.
Nikki stood tall, chest heaving, hair disheveled, eyes cold.
Alexa adjusted her grip on the chair, expression calm, almost clinical.
Outside the locker room, the picture widened.
Sandro Zhang stood in the hallway with Paul Heyman at his side. Around them were the rest of the Undisputed System, Drew McIntyre, Wade Barrett, Big E, Ryback, Kofi Kingston, Chris Jericho, Dolph Ziggler, forming a human barricade.
They blocked the hallway completely.
Nobody was getting through.
Then footsteps thundered.
The NXT men's locker room emptied into the hallway, led by General Manager Dusty Rhodes and Commissioner Steve Keirn. Behind them were Shinsuke Nakamura, Daniel Bryan, Kevin Owens, Sami Zayn, Christopher Daniels, and the rest of NXT's hungry, furious roster.
Dusty, his face flushed with a mix of fatherly concern for his trainees and veteran rage, stepped forward. "Sandro! You tell those girls to stop right now! Move your tail and your little circus out of the way, or there's gonna be hell to pay, Daddy!"
Sandro didn't flinch. He adjusted his shoulder and let out a cold, dry chuckle.
"What's the matter, Dusty?" Sandro's voice was calm, which made it infinitely more terrifying. "Did you really think there wouldn't be retaliation? Last week, you and Steve declared war on us. You thought you could invite the 'big leagues' into your house and not expect the residents to get evicted?"
He gestured lazily toward the locker room door, where the sounds of destruction still echoed.
"We're not afraid of you," Sandro continued. "Not you. Not Steve. Not your locker room."
The NXT men bristled.
Bryan and Shinsuke stepped forward, eyes blazing. The air crackled with barely contained violence.
Sandro tilted his head.
"And you really think bringing them changes anything?" he asked. "We don't give a shit."
That was enough.
The NXT roster surged forward.
Everything exploded at once.
Security scattered. Officials shouted. Heyman immediately slipped away, disappearing into the chaos like a rat escaping a sinking ship.
Sandro met Kevin Owens head on, trading blows without hesitation. Christopher Daniels joined in, followed by Sami Zayn, trying to overwhelm him with numbers.
It didn't work.
Sandro fought like a man possessed, strikes sharp, ruthless, calculated. He dropped Owens with a brutal knee, caught Zayn with a short-arm elbow, and planted Daniels against the wall with a sickening thud.
Meanwhile, around them, the Undisputed System collided with the rest of the NXT roster in a full scale brawl. Fists flew. Bodies slammed into equipment crates.
Drew and Wade dismantled two men at once. Big E and Ryback bulldozed through anyone in their path. Jericho and Ziggler worked with ruthless precision, isolating targets, dragging them down.
At first, the numbers favored NXT.
Sandro's group was overwhelmed, pushed back inch by inch.
Then Sandro started talking.
He shouted names.
Called out rivalries.
Pointed fingers.
"You two hate each other, don't you?"
"You don't trust him."
"He stabbed you in the back last year."
Seeds of doubt cracked the NXT line.
Moments later, it fell apart, as NXT's unity fractured.
Old rivalries reignited. Miscommunication crept in. A shove meant for Drew caught another NXT male superstar instead. Shouts turned into arguments mid fight.
Sandro and the Undisputed System took control, as they exploited every crack, every hesitation, pulling men into each other's paths, isolating targets, breaking momentum.
One by one, NXT male superstars fell.
By the time securites, referees, and officials finally flooded the area, it was too late.
The scene was devastating. The NXT male locker room lay scattered across the concrete, some clutching ribs, others staring blankly at the ceiling. The Undisputed System had held their ground and then some.
Dusty and Steve could only watch, furious, helpless, as order was restored piece by piece.
The hallway grew quiet as the door to the women's locker room slowly creaked open.
AJ Lee stepped out first, wiping a smudge of someone else's makeup off her cheek. Alexa Bliss followed, swinging her steel chair like a rhythmic pendulum. Nikki Bella was the last to exit, looking completely unbothered, her hair still perfectly in place despite the carnage she had just caused.
Behind them, through the open door, the camera caught a glimpse of the interior. It looked like a disaster area. The entire NXT women's roster, the "future of the industry", was laid out, unconscious and broken amongst overturned benches and shattered mirrors.
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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