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Sandro tightened his jaw and stepped forward like a man ready to lead a battlefield charge. "Christian, Truth, Morrison, Mysterio, Jericho," Sandro ordered, "are yours." He pointed toward the biggest threat. "Kane… is mine."
Wade muttered, "Finally."
Drew laughed, "Let's go hunting."
Kofi cracked his neck.
Big E growled.
Ryback roared.
The Undisputed System EXPLODED out of the ring.
And the entire arena turned into a swirling, violent battlefield.
Sandro moved first, sliding under the ropes and going straight for Kane, not waiting, not hesitating, despite Kane plowing through three security guards like they were made of cardboard.
Kane saw him coming. Sandro saw Kane coming.
And the crowd erupted into a deafening roar, as if they all knew this was the moment they'd been waiting for.
RAW's most unstoppable rising force versus SmackDown's monstrous world champion once again.
Sandro didn't slow down.
Kane didn't either.
They COLLIDED in a brutal clash of forearms that sent a shockwave through the ramp.
And then everything descended further into chaos.
Wade barreled straight into Christian.
Drew tackled R-Truth.
Big E and Ryback double charged Morrison.
Kofi hit Mysterio with a flying forearm before Rey could even react.
Jericho swung, Wade ducked, Jericho hit a security guard instead.
The fight devolved instantly into fists, elbows, slams, bodies flying into barricades, security trying desperately to break it up only to be thrown aside again.
Cole shouted, "THIS IS COMPLETE AND UTTER ANARCHY! I CAN'T EVEN CALL THIS ANYMORE!"
Lawler yelled, "THIS IS A BRAWL! THIS IS A DAMN BRAWL! SOMEBODY HAS TO STOP THIS!"
Teddy Long on the stage looked like he'd aged ten years in ten seconds.
"SMACKDOWN, GET BACK! GET BACK! STOP THIS! YOU'RE ATTACKING SECURITY! YOU'RE GONNA GET US ALL FINED!"
But SmackDown wasn't hearing a word. RAW wasn't stopping either. And the Undisputed System were thriving in the chaos, like wolves finally finding prey that fought back hard enough to be entertaining.
Sandro ducked one of Kane's wild swings, landing sharp body shots. Kane grabbed Sandro by the throat. Sandro elbowed him in the jaw. Kane stumbled. Sandro lunged again.
Christian and Wade traded strikes back and forth, Christian hitting an uppercut, Wade kneeing him in the ribs.
Drew threw Truth into the LED board. Truth bounced back and smashed Drew with a jumping heel kick.
Morrison flipped off the barricade only to get caught by Big E mid air and slammed into the floor.
Ryback charged Jericho like a rhino, but Jericho sidestepped, tripping him into a pile of security guards.
Kofi tried to leap onto Rey, but Rey grabbed Kofi's head mid air and drove him into the ramp.
The arena was a warzone. No commentary could follow it. No official could control it. No fan could sit still.
It was the RAW–SmackDown conflict they had begged for, and it was exploding in front of them without a single rule holding it back.
Sandro smashed Kane with a knee to the face. Kane grabbed Sandro and threw him into the barricade so hard it bent. Wade blasted Christian with a Bull Hammer. Christian fell backward into two security guards.
Truth hit a Lie Detector on Drew. Drew bounced back up, wild eyed, screaming.
Ryback crushed Jericho with a running tackle. Jericho immediately plucked Ryback's eye and kicked him away.
Rey tried a 619 on Kofi using the barricade, but Kofi caught Rey mid swing and slammed him onto the floor.
Morrison leapt, big air—
Big E caught him AGAIN—
Ryback helped—
They hit a double powerbomb on the outside.
Security couldn't contain anything, every attempt to grab someone led to another guard being flung, smashed, kicked, superkicked, or bulldozed.
Sandro wiped blood from the corner of his lip.
He smiled.
This… this was his stage.
This was what he wanted.
This was what he planned.
He turned his head, eyes flashing with vicious excitement at the sight of Kane cracking his knuckles.
"Round two," Sandro muttered.
And Kane charged.
Sandro charged.
The crowd couldn't breathe.
Teddy, horrified, screamed, "STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, STOP THE DAMN BRAWL!"
But no one could.
And no one would.
Because this wasn't just a brawl anymore.
The brawl didn't slow down. If anything, it got even more vicious, like someone had poured gasoline over both brands and handed each side a lit match.
Sandro smashed Kane with a quick elbow, and Kane answered with a huge boot that nearly took Sandro's head off. Wade and Christian were throwing hands like they'd hated each other for a decade. Drew tried to suplex Truth, but Truth countered with a wheel kick that sent Drew stumbling into the barricade.
Morrison used a security guard's back as a springboard. Big E caught him mid air AGAIN, this time tossing him into the announce table with a sickening crack. Ryback bodied Jericho so hard the floor shook. Kofi and Rey traded lightning fast shots until Kofi grabbed Rey by the waist and whipped him into a pile of bodies.
It was madness.Unfiltered, unrestrained, glorious chaos.
Nobody backed down.
Nobody wanted to.
This was pride. Ego. Territorial fury. Brand warfare. Personal grudges. And the crowd was eating it like it was the greatest feast they'd ever been served.
Teddy Long looked helpless on the stage, hands on his head, pacing in a small circle like a man witnessing his entire career flash before his eyes. "STOP! STOP! SMACKDOWN, GET BACK, STOP THIS!" he screamed, but he had zero control now. His voice was drowned out under fists slamming bodies and bodies slamming concrete.
Heyman?
Heyman was laughing.
Laughing like a lunatic from behind the commentary table, standing beside Alexa, both of them safely out of reach.
Alexa leaned on the desk and smirked as chaos sprawled across the entire ringside area. "They play our game so easily," she mused to herself.
Heyman clapped his hands, enjoying every second. "Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. This is ART!"
And then—
A sound hit that ripped the roof off the arena.
"NO CHANCE… THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE GOT!"
The fans LOSE IT.
Cole LITERALLY shouted over the music, "OH MY!! FINALLY! FINALLY!!"
Lawler nearly stood up from his chair, "THANK GOODNESS! THE BOSS IS HERE!"
Vince McMahon marched out from behind the curtain with a microphone already in hand, red faced, furious, veins in his neck tightening like he was ready to explode. The production crew cut the music fast because Vince didn't even need it, his voice was louder.
"ENOUGH!" Vince roared so loudly the sound system peaked. "STOP THIS MADNESS RIGHT NOW!"
His voice was a whip cracking across the entire arena. Every sound paused for half a second, even if the fists still flew.
"If NONE of you stop," Vince continued, "throw ONE more punch, kick, elbow, slap, shove, ANYTHING,
I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL STRIP EVERY TITLE IN THIS DAMN BUILDING AND FINE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS!"
That got their attention.
Even the craziest brawlers knew that was no empty threat from Vince. Sandro immediately grabbed Drew by the shoulder and barked, "Enough. ENOUGH. Now."
Wade shoved Christian off him. Kofi let go of Rey. Ryback stopped charging at Jericho. Big E backed up with his hands raised. Even Kane paused mid swing.
Sandro stepped in front of him, panting, glaring, but holding back.
The brawl finally… slowly… died.
The fans booed because the chaos was entertaining, but commentary sighed from pure relief.
Cole exhaled hard. "Thank God. That… that was going to get someone seriously hurt."
Lawler nodded. "I thought for sure half of them were getting fired…"
Vince stomped down the ramp, barely keeping control of his own rage. He reached the bottom and locked eyes with Teddy Long, who was sweating like he'd run a marathon through hell.
"Teddy!" Vince snapped right into the mic. "Why? WHY do you bring your boys here?! Why?!"
Teddy tried to answer, but Vince steamrolled him.
"Do you realize what could've happened?! Do you KNOW the consequences?! You know FULL WELL Sandro Zhang and Paul Heyman are the biggest manipulators in this company! YOU might resist their nonsense, but THEY can't!"
He pointed at the SmackDown roster, who were still catching their breath against the ramp.
"And LOOK at what has happened! LOOK at it! TOTAL anarchy!"
Teddy lowered his head, unable to respond.
In the ring, the Undisputed System regrouped, Sandro in the center, surrounded by his soldiers. Heyman and Alexa entered through the ropes and rejoined them, Heyman grabbing an extra mic for Sandro. He handed it to the Maestro like a loyal herald.
The remaining security guards struggled to push Kane, Christian, Truth, Morrison, Rey, and Jericho back down toward the bottom of the ramp, forming a fragile human barrier between the two factions.
Sandro leaned on the ropes, brushing the blood from his lip, smirking as he raised his mic.
"Well," he said, voice smooth and mocking. "I think you're doing a great job… for once, Vince."
The crowd booed instantly.
Sandro continued, "Teddy did a terrible job tonight. No sense of responsibility. No leadership. No control. But great job stepping in for him."
Vince whipped around, fury in his eyes. "Shut your mouth, Sandro! I'm not finished, YOU and HEYMAN are NEXT!"
Heyman snorted loudly.
Vince snapped, "Why can't you two just ACCEPT the damn challenge? Take the match at SummerSlam! Move on! Have your six on six elimination tag match without all this insanity!"
Sandro laughed, a deep, condescending sound.
"Accept it? Why?" He shrugged. "To prove I'm NOT a coward? That's complete garbage. I don't need to prove anything to anyone. Everyone here knows I'm not a coward. I survived and WON a fatal four way against John Cena, Randy Orton, and Batista, three former world champions."
He pointed around the arena.
"So why should I accept the challenge? I'll tell you why, because I want something in return. My condition."
The fans booed harder.
Vince growled, "Teddy can't accept that condition! It's completely one sided!"
"Of course it is," Sandro smirked. "That's the point."
Vince jabbed a finger at him, incandescent with anger. "Well I don't accept it either!"
Sandro tilted his head, eyes narrowing with the kind of taunting glare that could break a man's patience.
"Oh? Why?" Sandro teased. "You afraid? Afraid SmackDown will lose? Afraid the Undisputed System will walk out with BOTH the Intercontinental AND Tag Team Titles? Afraid the belts switch brands and RAW becomes the A show while SmackDown becomes the C show?"
The crowd gasped.
Teddy froze.
Heyman grinned like a devil.
Alexa smirked proudly beside Sandro.
Sandro stepped forward, eyes locked on Vince. "Looks like YOU'RE the coward here. You AND Teddy."
Vince's face went red, then purple.
Teddy whispered, "Vince, don't—"
Too late.
Vince lashed out in a burst of rage that echoed across the arena.
"FINE THEN! TEDDY ACCEPTS YOUR CONDITION!"
The entire arena collectively SHOCKED.
Cole SCREAMED, "OH MY, HE DID NOT JUST, HE DID!!!"
Lawler shrieked, "VINCE JUST HANDED THEM EVERYTHING!"
Vince's eyes widened as the reality of what he just said hit him. His hand moved slightly, as if trying to pull the words back into his mouth.
But they were already out.
The crowd booed like thunder.
Teddy Long looked like a man watching his soul leave his body.
And the Undisputed System…
They LAUGHED.
Heyman clutched the MITB briefcase to his chest and practically doubled over laughing. Wade smirked wide. Drew barked in laughter. Big E slapped Ryback on the back. Kofi bounced with smug satisfaction.
And Sandro?
Sandro stood in the center of the ring, microphone raised, laughing with slow, triumphant delight.
Because he knew.
He won.
He got everything he wanted.
And Vince McMahon, Vincent Kennedy McMahon, the one man no one could manipulate, had just been baited like a rookie.
Cole yelled, "THEY DID IT! THEY ACTUALLY DID IT! THE UNDISPUTED SYSTEM TRICKED VINCE INTO ACCEPTING THEIR TERMS!"
Lawler groaned, "SmackDown is doomed… DOOMED, Cole…"
Teddy slumped to his knees on the stage, devastated.
Kane looked like he was ready to set the entire building on fire.
Christian threw his hands in disbelief.
Rey shook his head furiously.
Jericho was screaming something off mic in pure rage.
Truth looked like he was seeing ghosts.
Morrison paced like a man trying not to explode.
But the decision was official.
Undisputed System, condition granted.
If they win at SummerSlam, they get their shot at BOTH the Intercontinental Championship AND the Tag Team Championships. Sandro raised his mic and stared right at Teddy, Kane, Christian, Truth, Morrison, Rey, and Jericho. Then he turned his head just slightly toward Vince. "You see?" Sandro said quietly, with dangerous satisfaction. "All you had to do… was follow the Maestro's lead."
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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
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner & 1x Mr. Money In The Bank
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0