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People couldn't tell if this storyline was planned, improvised, or just God tier collaboration between writers and performers. The creative freedom, the tweets happening in real time, the sense of unpredictability, it all made the Undisputed System storyline feel alive in a way WWE rarely pulled off anymore.
The wrestling community split in half like someone had carved the timeline with a sword. Fans quote tweeted, memed, clipped, speculated.
"PAUL HEYMAN IS ON DEMON TIME."
"HE CALLED SMACKDOWN THE B SHOW OMG."
"NOT THE MAESTRO MAKING DEMANDS."
"THIS STORYLINE IS THE BEST THING WWE HAS DONE ALL YEAR."
Then Teddy Long responded four minutes later, four minutes that felt like four hours.
"Well done, playa. Tell that Maestro of yours, see you on Monday night. PmSmackDown is coming to RAW."
The reaction online?
Straight chaos.
People made fake invasion posters. Someone photoshopped Kane breathing fire on the RAW logo. Memes of Jericho kicking down doors. Morrison parkouring off the RAW TitanTron. R-Truth cutting promos on imaginary ninjas again. Rey diving off stadium roofs.
And above all—
"UNDISPUTED SYSTEM VS SMACKDOWN DREAM TEAM IS HAPPENING."
Two days passed.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Fans counted every hour, every rumor, every update. People debated whether SmackDown's team would actually invade RAW. Whether the six on six match would be accepted officially. Whether Sandro would even show up after suffering the beating of a lifetime at MSG.
Then Monday arrived.
Glendale, Arizona.
The sun was barely down but the arena was already shaking like a volcano on the verge of eruption. People filed in wearing Team SmackDown shirts, blue face paint, Jericho scarves, Kane masks, Christian pendants, Morrison glasses. Others wore Undisputed System merch, black, gold, sharp, aggressive. Fans also carrying signs like:
"MAESTRO VS THE WORLD" "TEAM SMACKDOWN IS STACKED" "TEDDY LONG IS HIM" "INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE BELONGS TO RAW SOON"
The tension in the building buzzed like electricity.
By the time the cameras went live, Cole and Lawler were already hyped beyond belief.
"WE ARE LIVE FROM GLENDALE, ARIZONA," Cole shouted over the pyro as red sparks shot upward.
"And King," Cole continued, "let me tell ya, folks around the world have been waiting ALL WEEK for one thing, will Teddy Long and the SmackDown roster actually show up?"
"They BETTER not!" Lawler blurted. "This is RAW! This is OUR turf!"
Cole pushed his headset tighter. "If you've been living under a rock, then let us catch you up on what happened Friday on SmackDown! Teddy Long issued a challenge for a six on six elimination match! The Undisputed System versus the best of SmackDown on SummerSlam!"
"Oh, and don't forget the part," Lawler added with that sly little grin, "where PAUL HEYMAN, our esteemed GM, called SmackDown the B Show!"
"King, I still can't believe he tweeted that."
"I can, Cole! It's Paul Heyman! He wakes up disrespectful!"
"And then," Cole continued, "on behalf of the Maestro himself, Heyman accepted the match with ONE condition, if the Undisputed System wins, they get shots at BOTH the Intercontinental Championship and the WWE Tag Team Titles!"
Lawler threw up his hands. "It's insane! Absolutely insane!"
Cole nodded, voice trembling with excitement. "Ladies and gentlemen, we do NOT know if Teddy Long and the SmackDown team will truly appear tonight. But one thing is for certain, this arena is PACKED with people waiting to see if they do."
As if on cue, the crowd began chanting—
"WE WANT SMACKDOWN! WE WANT SMACKDOWN!"
RAW fans chanting for the rival brand. It was surreal.
Lawler leaned forward. "Well, careful what you wish for…"
Cole inhaled sharply. "Because we're getting word—"
The arena lights flickered.
The camera cut to the backstage garage.
A black limousine rolled in.
Not RAW's limousine.
Not the Undisputed System's limousine.
The license plate read.
SMACKDOWN 1
The crowd erupted in a deafening pop.
The limo door opened.
A massive black boot stepped out, the first thing visible. Then the towering figure of the World Heavyweight Champion himself rose into frame, red mask gleaming.
Kane.
Behind him stepped Christian, title over his shoulder, confidence in every step.
Then R-Truth and John Morrison, the tag champions, both focused, both ready.
Then Rey Mysterio.
Then Chris Jericho in a suit jacket, smirking like a man who lived to cause trouble.
Lastly out come Teddy Long, who looked at everyone before then lead them to walk together.
Cole screamed into his mic, "THEY'RE HERE! SMACKDOWN IS HERE ON RAW!"
The camera raced to catch every angle as the seven man squad marched across the garage, not as invaders trying to surprise anyone, but as conquerors entering territory that belonged to them just as much as RAW.
Lawler shouted, "Security!! Why is there no security?! Where is Heyman?!"
Cole retorted, "King, they were INVITED!"
"No they weren't! They threatened to come! That's NOT the same!"
The show instantly shifted into overdrive.
Fans were losing their minds.
The roster backstage was buzzing.
Sandro and the Undisputed System hadn't appeared yet, not because they were hiding, but because the company knew something, suspense made everything better.
And Heyman?
Heyman finally emerged from his office, expression annoyed but composed, flanked by numerous RAW security as the cameras caught him striding down the hallway.
Cole's voice echoed across the broadcast.
"Well folks, in case there was ANY doubt, this is going to be a historic night! SmackDown is in the building! And at some point tonight, Sandro Zhang will have to answer for everything he's done over two weeks ago!
The crowd cheered even louder.
The tension, the hype, the electricity, everything had been building since Friday.
The fans remained glued to the titantron, the noise of the arena dipping into a low, anticipatory growl as the camera cut backstage. The tension was so thick it felt physical. Paul Heyman, flanked by a wall of RAW security, marched with his hands clasped behind his back, shoulders tight, jaw clenched. Every step he took looked deliberate, like a man who refused to show fear even as his brain was screaming at him to play cautious.
From the opposite side of the corridor came Teddy Long—and not alone.
Behind him, the six SmackDown superstars moved like a unit. Kane, Christian, R-Truth, John Morrison, Rey Mysterio, and Chris Jericho. No words exchanged. No smiles. Just cold, focused stares, every one of them fixated on Heyman as if he were the single target they wanted to break.
They stopped inches from each other. The two sides squared off in the middle of the backstage loading zone, tension snapping like live wires.
The crowd erupted the moment they saw the full standoff.
"OH MY GOD THEY'RE MEETING FACE TO FACE!" Cole shouted from commentary.
Lawler let out a nervous, "I don't like this! I don't like this at ALL, Cole!"
Heyman breathed in deeply through his nose, maintaining his calm façade.
"Well, Teddy…" Heyman began, his tone dripping with that smug, layered politeness only he could weaponize. "I don't recall giving any permit, authorization, or permission for you or these six gentlemen to be here at RAW tonight. Which means, technically, you are trespassing."
The crowd booed instantly.
Teddy blinked.
Then snorted.
Then shook his head with a grin full of attitude.
"Permit? Permission?" Teddy repeated. "Now hold on, playa… because two weeks ago, your little Undisputed System didn't come to SmackDown with a permit, either. Ain't nobody faxed me, ain't nobody emailed me, ain't nobody called me, texted me, or sang it to me in a song. They just walked in and made themselves at home."
The crowd screamed, "OOOOHHHHHH!"
Even Christian smirked.
Kane didn't blink.
Heyman's eyebrow twitched.
Heyman's jaw flexed. "That wasn't a official visit," he growled. "That was a warning. A professional courtesy from my Maestro."
"Warning?" Teddy laughed. "Paul, playa, let me educate you real quick. When a group of six grown men jump my entire roster backstage, attack my champions, ruin my matches, and then drag a United States champion from RAW into my ring just to make a statement, that ain't no warning. That's an invasion."
Rey Mysterio and Morrison stepped forward slightly, heat radiating off them. Security instinctively mirrored the movement.
Heyman raised one finger.
"Regardless…" he said sharply. "This is RAW. And my Maestro does not allow SmackDown superstars—"
He slowly turned his head and looked directly at each one of them.
Kane stared back, unblinking, inhuman.
Christian's jaw flexed, eyes narrowed like a man already imagining swinging a kendo stick at Heyman's skull.
R-Truth tilted his head, muttering something about, "This fool don't know what's coming."
Morrison crossed his arms, smirk just waiting for permission to grab someone by the throat.
Rey cracked his knuckles.
Jericho smiled without warmth, just teeth.
Heyman swallowed before looking back at Teddy.
"My Maestro," Heyman continued, recovering his composure, "does not allow SmackDown superstars to step foot into a RAW arena… until he says so."
The crowd booed even louder.
"So," Heyman said, lips curling into something unpleasant, "you and your… entourage… will remain in the backstage area. Preferably the parking lot. Until the Maestro gives his blessing for you to even BREATHE near our ring."
The second Heyman finished speaking, the six SmackDown superstars tensed instantly.
Kane lifted his head. Christian squared his shoulders. Truth cracked his knuckles again. Morrison tightened his jaw. Rey took a step to the side, widening the angle. Jericho tilted his neck like he was already imagining punching Heyman in the mouth.
Security panicked.
"You tryin' to tell us," Christian growled, "that after YOU barged into our show, we're not allowed to stand on your ramp?"
Heyman lifted both palms smugly. "Finally, someone understands."
Every SmackDown superstar lunged forward at once, but Teddy threw out both arms, barely managing to stop them.
"Hold on, playas," Teddy said coolly. "Not yet."
Christian exhaled sharply.
Morrison backed up but stared daggers at Heyman.
Kane, somehow, became even more still.
Teddy stepped up until he was nearly bumping chests with Heyman.
"You know what, Heyman?" Teddy said, voice low but strong. "RAW really ain't got much courtesy goin' around these days. But me? I'm a patient man. So we'll wait here backstage. But I'm gon' tell you somethin', playa… I dunno how long I can hold all six of my boys back."
The crowd cheered, chanting, "TEDDY! TEDDY!"
"And if they get bored playa…" Teddy continued, "Well, there ain't no tellin' what might happen to your locker room. Your nice, shiny production area. Your pretty little backstage furniture. All these RAW superstars walkin' around…"
The six SmackDown superstars grinned in unison.
Real, evil grins.
Kane tilted his head.
Jericho cracked his neck.
Truth laughed like a man who enjoyed mayhem too much.
The crowd exploded in "YES! YES! YES!"
Heyman's face went pale.
Not white.
Pale.
He immediately snapped his fingers and motioned for the security team to step forward. They closed ranks around Heyman as he hissed through clenched teeth, "Fine. FINE. You get a locker room."
Teddy raised a brow. "We accept."
"But," Heyman barked, pointing hard enough to almost poke Teddy's chest, "you don't leave it. You step one foot outside that room, one inch, one toe, and I'll have the entire RAW locker room dragging you out by your necks."
Teddy grinned. "We'll take our chances, playa."
The titantron cut to black.
The arena popped again, the energy contagious and wild.
Cole pounded the desk. "THEY HAVE THEIR OWN LOCKER ROOM! SMACKDOWN IS HERE FOR THE WHOLE SHOW!"
Lawler shrieked, "This is a disaster waiting to happen!"
From there the show kicked into rapid pace.
Match after match airedz opening contest, mid card highlight, promo packages, hype reels, but every few minutes the cameras would cut backstage, showing the SmackDown locker room door guarded like Fort Knox.
Fans kept chanting "OPEN THE DOOR!" every time.
At one point, a backstage segment showed Sandro sitting in the Undisputed System's private room, large, gold lights, banners, championship belts everywhere, eight people seated like a mafia council.
Sandro, United States Championship at his waist, leaned forward with elbows on his knees. Wade stood beside him, arms crossed. Drew, Big E, and Ryback flanked him, each wearing the World Tag Team titles. Kofi leaned against the wall with attitude. Alexa Bliss twirled the Divas Title strap across her shoulder. Heyman hovered behind them like a proud strategist.
"We will accept SmackDown's challenge," Sandro said, his tone cold, sharp, steady. "And the condition must stand."
Everyone nodded.
"This isn't just about a match," Sandro continued. "This is about dominance. This is about legitimacy. This is about reminding every brand in WWE who the true force is."
He pointed at Kofi first.
"That Intercontinental Title? That's yours."
Kofi grinned. "Damn right."
He pointed at Wade and Drew next.
"And the WWE Tag Team Championships? Those belong to the two of you."
Drew smirked. Wade tilted his head with that signature arrogant calm.
"This is priority," Sandro said. "This is the next step. This is the expansion."
Heyman stepped forward, finger pointed upward dramatically. "My Maestro," he said, "you have my word, Teddy Long will accept your condition. I will make sure of it. One way or another."
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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