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"And Hardy refuses to quit," Striker added. "You can never count him out." The end came after a frantic exchange, Del Rio went for the Cross Armbreaker, Hardy rolled through, powered to his feet, drove Del Rio down with a Side Effect, and the crowd rose as one.
Hardy pulled Del Rio up—
TWIST OF FATE!
The referee dropped.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The building erupted as Matt Hardy rolled to his knees, breathing hard, soaking in the moment. Del Rio slammed the mat in frustration as Hardy's music hit, SmackDown kicking off with momentum and pride.
Grisham shouted, "Matt Hardy picks up a huge win to open SmackDown!"
Striker added, "Momentum like that matters tonight. SmackDown needs it."
But even as Hardy celebrated, the commentators reminded everyone—
"This is just the beginning tonight," Striker said. "The real storm is still coming."
Matches continued to roll by, hard hitting bouts, backstage segments filled with tension, champions shown warming up, challengers pacing with purpose. Every interview, every camera cut, carried the same undercurrent.
The Undisputed System was in the building.
And they were waiting.
By the time the show reached the middle of the card, the crowd buzzed louder than ever, anticipation hanging thick in the air.
Then—
Tony Chimel's voice echoed through the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall… and it is for the WWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!"
The reaction was instant.
Grisham leaned forward. "Here we go."
Then—
R-Truth's music hit.
The arena erupted in cheers as R-Truth burst onto the stage, bouncing, dancing, pointing to the crowd, the WWE Tag Team Championship strapped proudly around his waist. He laughed, rapped along with his theme, slapping hands as he made his way down the ramp, energy infectious.
Striker smiled despite himself. "You can say a lot about R-Truth, but when the pressure's on, the man delivers."
Moments later—
John Morrison's music hit.
The pop was immediate, as the other half of the champions emerging with the second title held high. Morrison posed confidently, spinning, flashing that trademark grin before joining Truth.
Tony Chimel announced, "Introducing first… the champions! At a combined weight of 440 pounds… they are the WWE Tag Team Champions… R-Truth and John Morrison!"
Truth and Morrison made their way down the ramp, slapping hands, sliding into the ring, climbing opposite turnbuckles and raising the gold high.
Grisham raised his voice over the noise. "Here come the champions!"
Striker nodded. "These two know what's at stake. Not just their titles, but SmackDown itself."
The fans responded with a deafening ovation as the champions handed the belts to the referee and settled into their corner, focused now.
Then—
SHOCK THE SYSTEM!
The words flashed across the screen the lights cut out.
The cheers instantly turned into a wall of boos as the arena was plunged into darkness.
Gold lights flickered on.
The Undisputed System's music hit.
And the temperature in the building dropped.
Grisham's tone hardened. "Here they come."
First through the curtain were Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre, both men stone faced, eyes forward, focused. Barrett cracked his neck. McIntyre rolled his shoulders, jaw tight.
Between them—
Sandro Zhang.
The United States Championship gleamed around his waist, reflecting the gold light as he stepped onto the stage. No smile. No theatrics. Just quiet authority. He stopped at the top of the ramp, surveying the arena like a general inspecting a battlefield.
Behind them came Paul Heyman, clutching the Money in the Bank briefcase to his chest like a holy relic, eyes darting, calculating.
Then Alexa Bliss, Divas Championship strapped proudly around her waist, smirking as she soaked in the hatred.
Then Big E and Ryback, the World Tag Team Champions, carrying their titles with brutal confidence, shoulders squared, dominance radiating off them.
Kofi Kingston stepped out next, eyes sharp.
Then Dolph Ziggler.
And finally—
Chris Jericho.
Jericho stepped out last, hands on his hips, eyes scanning the crowd. The reaction was deafening, boos, chants, anger pouring down on him. He didn't flinch. He simply nodded once, as if accepting the role he'd chosen.
The reaction intensified, boos mixed with disbelief, anger, and noise as the full force of the Undisputed System stood on the stage.
Grisham was incredulous. "Look at this lineup! This is unreal!"
Striker seethed. "They're trying to intimidate everyone in this building. This is a hostile takeover."
The group began their slow walk down the ramp, Sandro at the center, eyes scanning the crowd as if daring anyone to stop them. He never looked at the ring, he didn't need to. His presence alone commanded attention.
Tony Chimel swallowed and continued.
"And their opponents… introducing the challengers… accompanied to the ring by the WWE United States Champion Sandro Zhang… the RAW General Manager and Special Advisor Paul Heyman… the WWE Divas Champion Alexa Bliss… the World Tag Team Champions Big E and Ryback… Kofi Kingston… Dolph Ziggler… and Chris Jericho…"
The boos intensified.
"At a combined weight of 550 pounds…" Chimel paused, then continued, "Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre… THE UNDISPUTED SYSTEM!"
Barrett and McIntyre stepped forward as Sandro stopped at ringside, folding his arms, eyes locked on the champions. Heyman stood just behind him, whispering something excitedly, while the rest of the faction spread out around the ring like predators.
Grisham shook his head. "This is disgusting. They've brought an army with them."
Striker agreed. "They're sending a message, this isn't just about Wade Barrett and Drew McIntyre. This is about power."
Barrett climbed the steel steps slowly, deliberately, wiping his boots on the apron before stepping through the ropes. McIntyre followed, rolling his shoulders, eyes never leaving Morrison and Truth.
The referee tried to restore order, urging the rest of the Undisputed System to back away from the apron. Sandro smirked, raising his hands mockingly as he stepped back, just far enough to comply.
Truth leaned over the ropes, shouting something at Sandro, pointing at the titles.
Sandro only smiled.
The bell hadn't even rung yet, and the tension was already unbearable.
The referee raised the Tag Team Championships high.
Then Grisham summed it up as the referee signaled for the match to begin.
"Everything has led to this moment. SmackDown versus the Undisputed System. Pride versus dominance."
Striker's voice was cold. "And one way or another… history is about to be written."
DING DING DING!
The match was on.
Barrett started against Morrison, immediately muscling him into the corner, driving shoulder after shoulder into his ribs. Morrison slipped out at the last second, firing back with quick strikes, using speed to keep distance. Barrett absorbed it and answered with a brutal boot that sent Morrison sprawling.
Barrett tagged in McIntyre, who stalked Morrison with predatory patience. A snap suplex. A stiff kick to the spine. A cover, but immediate kickout from Morrison before one.
On the outside, Sandro watched everything, arms folded, unreadable.
McIntyre stayed on Morrison, never giving him space to breathe.
He dragged him up by the hair, ignored the referee's warning, and snapped off a vicious knife edge chop that echoed through the arena. Morrison staggered back, chest already turning red, and McIntyre followed with another chop, then a third, each one heavier than the last.
Grisham called it straight. "Drew McIntyre is punishing Morrison right now. He's cutting the ring in half."
Striker nodded. "That's the game plan. Isolate one half of the champions, keep R-Truth out of this, and grind Morrison down."
McIntyre whipped Morrison into the ropes and went for a big boot, but Morrison slid under it, rebounded, and caught McIntyre with a flying forearm that staggered the bigger man. Morrison didn't slow down. He springboarded off the ropes—
Flying Chuck!
The crowd popped as McIntyre went down to one knee. Morrison seized the opening, firing off rapid fire kicks, backing McIntyre toward the corner. He leapt up, delivered a sharp knee to the face, then rolled through and tagged R-Truth.
Truth exploded into the ring, house on fire.
"Here comes R-Truth!" Grisham shouted.
Truth unloaded with right hands, backing McIntyre up, then ducked a clothesline and hit a spinning back kick that dropped him flat. Truth followed with a quick leg drop and went for the cover.
ONE!
McIntyre powered out.
Truth popped back to his feet, hyped, bouncing in place as the fans clapped along. He tried for a suplex, but McIntyre blocked it, muscled Truth into the corner, and rammed a shoulder into his midsection. McIntyre dragged Truth to the Undisputed System corner and tagged Barrett back in.
Barrett entered like a wrecking ball.
He flattened Truth with a running big boot, then hauled him up and delivered a short arm lariat that nearly turned Truth inside out. Barrett made the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Truth kicked out, rolling to his side, gasping.
Striker leaned in. "Wade Barrett is relentless. He doesn't waste motion. Everything he does hurts."
Barrett stayed on him, lifting Truth and slamming him face first into the mat, then pulling him up again for a gut wrench slam. He grounded Truth with a knee across the back and cinched in a tight chinlock, wrenching back, forcing Truth to carry his weight.
The crowd clapped, trying to rally the champion.
On the apron, Morrison paced, slapping the turnbuckle, shouting encouragement.
Truth fought to his feet inch by inch, elbows flying, breaking the grip. He turned, went for a quick inside cradle—
ONE!
Barrett kicked out and immediately crushed Truth with a forearm to the back of the head.
Barrett tagged McIntyre again, and the challengers went to work with crisp tandem offense. Barrett held Truth in place as McIntyre cracked him with a vicious boot to the chest. McIntyre followed with a snap suplex and a floating cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Truth kicked out again, refusing to stay down.
Grisham raised his voice. "R-Truth showing incredible heart, but he needs to make that tag!"
McIntyre dragged Truth back by the leg just as he reached for Morrison's fingertips. The crowd groaned.
McIntyre smirked, glanced briefly at Sandro at ringside. Sandro didn't react. He didn't nod. He didn't gesture. He just watched, calm and cold, arms folded, assessing.
McIntyre turned back and stomped Truth repeatedly, then hauled him up and tossed him into the corner. He charged in for a splash—
Truth moved.
McIntyre crashed chest first into the turnbuckle. Truth staggered forward, barely standing, but he had space now. Both men turned—
Truth leapt.
Hot tag to Morrison!
The place erupted.
Morrison vaulted over the top rope, springboarded in, and exploded with a flying kick that dropped McIntyre. He hit the ropes again, running leg kick to the head. Barrett rushed in, but Morrison ducked, jumped to the second rope, and hit a spinning kick that knocked Barrett back out to the apron.
Grisham was losing it. "John Morrison is on fire!"
Morrison stayed in motion, never stopping. He hit a standing moonsault on McIntyre and hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
McIntyre kicked out, but Morrison was already moving, popping to his feet, feeding off the crowd.
Morrison went for Starship Pain early—
McIntyre rolled away.
Morrison landed on his feet but turned straight into a brutal spinebuster. McIntyre collapsed on top for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Morrison kicked out, and now it was McIntyre's turn to show frustration.
He dragged Morrison up, looking for the Future Shock DDT, but Morrison countered, pushing him into the ropes, then rolling him up from behind.
ONE!
TWO!
McIntyre kicked out and popped Morrison with a Glasgow Kiss headbutt that dropped him instantly.
Striker grimaced. "That headbutt will rattle your skull."
McIntyre tagged Barrett again, and the challengers slowed the pace, grinding Morrison down. Barrett delivered a brutal side slam, then followed with a running elbow drop and a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Morrison kicked out, but he was fading.
Barrett pulled him up, talked trash, then went for Wasteland—
Morrison slipped out the back, shoved Barrett forward, and caught him with a sudden leg sweep. Both men were down now, the crowd clapping louder.
Truth reached out, arm extended.
Morrison crawled.
Barrett grabbed his boot.
Morrison kicked free, lunged—
Tag!
Truth was back in, sprinting, firing off shots to both men. He ducked Barrett's swing, hit a scissor kick, then caught McIntyre charging in with a drop toe hold that sent him crashing into the ropes.
Truth hit the ropes himself—
Lie Detector!
Barrett went down hard.
Truth covered.
ONE!
TWO!
Barrett kicked out at the last possible second.
The crowd roared.
Grisham shouted, "That was close! That was incredibly close!" Truth couldn't believe it. He clapped his hands, pumped himself up, and tried to pull Barrett up for another finisher, but Barrett powered him into the corner, driving his shoulder in again and again.
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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