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He scrolled through forums, read fan reactions, and watched clips fans had posted. Some were in awe. Some furious. Others? Hooked. War Games had done exactly what it needed to. It changed the landscape after all. Then Monday came. Anticipation filled the air like electricity. Fans crowded into the arena. No one knew what would happen next. Everyone was guessing. Everyone was watching.
Was Sandro going to declare all out war on the rest of FCW?
Would Alexa explain her betrayal?
Was Charlotte going to demand an explanation for her former tag partner's betrayal?
The lights dimmed.
The crowd roared.
Then the opening music of the show hit.
And when Charlotte Flair's theme rang out over the speaker, and the entire arena exploded. Loud cheers, some boos, but all of it passionate. She stepped through the curtain, wearing a shimmering white and blue robe, fitting and just like some of the colors her father used to wear.
She didn't strut. This wasn't the daughter of Ric Flair's entrance. This was a woman on a mission. A former ally turned outsider, walking into the ring for answers.
Charlotte took the mic from the ringside crew, walked to the center of the ring, and let the noise settle. Slowly. She stood there, letting the crowd feel her presence, before finally raising the mic to her lips.
"You know what's funny?" she started, her voice steady, but laced with heat. "For the longest time, Alexa and I had each other's backs. Way before our debut. No matter what. We weren't just teammates. We were sisters in this business."
Cheers and some boos echoed.
"But last night…" she paused, the emotion rising. "Last night, I saw something I didn't think I'd ever see. I saw the same woman I trained with, lived with, cried with, punched me, and vent out her frustration on me. Saying her defeat was my fault. Then when I tried to stop her, I saw her standing in front of that ramp, looking me in the eye… and swinging a fire extinguisher in favor of him."
A chorus of boos at the mention of Sandro. Then a small smattering of cheers. The crowd was divided.
Charlotte paced slowly, her eyes scanning the audience before locking on the camera.
"Alexa, I don't know if you're watching from the back or from a throne in Sandro's lap, but I'm not here to beg for an explanation. I'm here to demand it! So come out here and face me!"
She lowered the mic, and the crowd roared in anticipation.
They didn't have to wait long.
The lights went out.
A sudden gold and black static buzz flickered on the titantron.
Then, "SHOCK THE SYSTEM."
Then Alexa Bliss mixed with Undisputed System's entrance music hit, and the arena vibrated with loud boos.
The mixed entrance theme of Alexa Bliss and the Undisputed System's signature riff shattered the arena into loud, disbelieving boos. Gold and black strobe lights danced across the crowd, synchronized to the throbbing pulse of the music, and with that, the two day speculation that had gripped the wrestling world finally found its answer.
Alexa Bliss had aligned with the Undisputed System.
The woman who once bounced to the ring in bright colors, playfully waving to the crowd, was gone. In her place, Alexa emerged from behind the curtain wearing a tailored black blazer with gold threading, a sleek short skirt, and knee high black and gold heeled boots that clicked confidently against the ramp.
Her long platinum blonde hair now at its end was dyed with cotton candy pink colors that swayed with every step she took. Her posture, her poise, it was different. Elevated. Hardened. Dangerous.
The boos rained, yet Alexa's eyes never once flickered to the fans.
Instead, her gaze was fixed on the ring, where Charlotte Flair stood waiting, seething, hurt simmering just beneath her proud facade.
Alexa took her time walking down the ramp, basking in the moment. Not in arrogance but in clarity. This was her rebirth. At ringside, she accepted a mic from the crew, ascended the steel steps with slow purpose, and stepped into the ring.
The two women now stood face to face.
Charlotte towered over Alexa in height, but tonight, Alexa met her stare without an ounce of fear. Her energy matched Charlotte's, hell, even surpassed it. There was no flinching. No second thoughts. The air was thick with tension.
Charlotte raised her mic first.
"Why?" she said, the question cracking with betrayal. "Why did you do it? After everything? After all the years, the training, the sacrifices, we were sisters, Lexi! You were family to me."
Alexa let out a small, sardonic chuckle. Then she brought the mic to her lips.
"You know what I'm tired of?" she said, her voice silky but laced with venom. "I'm tired of being everyone's cheerleader. Of being the sidekick. The 'cute and bubbly one.' The afterthought. I'm tired of hearing it every single week from these hypocrites in the crowd, 'She's good, but she's not Charlotte Flair. She's not Ric Flair's daughter.'"
The fans responded instantly with a chorus of jeers. Charlotte's brows furrowed.
Alexa tilted her head, smiling at the reaction. "See? Even now. They're proving me right."
Charlotte stepped forward. "So you did all this... because you're jealous? Because you're bitter? You felt hurt and never once thought to talk to me? I would've helped you, Lexi. We could've worked through it—"
Alexa snapped forward. "Talk it out? And what, Charlotte? You think talking to you would've stopped the comparisons? You think that just because you have a soft spot for me that the industry would suddenly start seeing me as anything more than Ric Flair's daughter's sidekick?!"
Gasps and boos.
"It wouldn't have changed a damn thing," Alexa sneered. "But then I met Sandro. Ohhh and I tell you, he made me see the truth for what it is."
Charlotte's face tightened.
"So that's what this is?" she shouted. "Because of a man you are infatuated with and barely know? You're going to throw away everything we had?! Everything we fought for?! We trained for?! Our sisterhood?!"
Alexa's voice lowered, steely. "No. I did this for me. Not for Sandro. Not for the Undisputed System. I did it... because he helped me finally see who I really am. And guess what? I'm not the sidekick. I'm not the cute one. I'm not your cheerleader. I'm the woman who took the fire extinguisher to your face, the one who cost me my title match. And I'd do it again all over if I have to."
The crowd roared in shock. Charlotte's eyes widened. Her voice dropped, thick with emotion.
"Who are you...?" she whispered. "Because you're not Alexa anymore. Alexa was kind. Strong. Loyal. You? You're just a self serving... crazy bitch."
The fans exploded in cheers at Charlotte's words.
Alexa just smirked. Her eyes flicked with something dangerous.
Then she struck.
CRACK.
The microphone smashed into Charlotte's face with a brutal thud. Charlotte stumbled backward, holding her jaw, and the crowd immediately began to boo, some shocked into silence.
Alexa lunged forward and tackled Charlotte to the mat. A flurry of fists. Slaps. Hair pulling. Raw emotion unleashed in the ugliest way.
Referees sprinted down the ramp. Producers followed close behind.
They poured into the ring and swarmed the two women, trying to pull Alexa off. She shrieked like a banshee, slapping at arms, clawing toward Charlotte again.
Then—
The lights flickered.
A buzz of static tore through the speakers.
SHOCK THE SYSTEM.
The Undisputed System's entrance theme hit like a thunderclap, black and gold lighting bathing the stage.
And out stepped Sandro Zhang.
In a fitted black suit with gold threading, every inch of him screamed power. Cold. Calculated. Controlled. And flanking him were Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Big E, and Ryback, all dressed in matching suits, dark, militant, and dangerous.
The boos from the crowd were deafening.
Sandro didn't even blink.
He raised one hand and pointed to the ring.
Big E and Ryback didn't hesitate. They sprinted down the ramp.
In the ring, referees and producers were still trying to contain Alexa and help Charlotte.
But then, BAM!
Big E's shoulder tackled a referee so hard he flew through the ropes. Ryback tossed a producer across the ring like a ragdoll.
Bodies flew. Chaos reigned.
The crowd was in a frenzy. Boos, cheers, gasps. It was a riot of noise.
Alexa stood in the middle of the carnage, her breathing heavy, her hair wild, her makeup smudged, looking like an absolute queen of anarchy.
Sandro stepped into the ring now, slow and deliberate, Drew and Wade walking beside him, owning every inch of that squared circle.
Sandro walked up to Alexa, placed a calm hand on her shoulder, and whispered something in her ear.
She nodded, a wicked little smile curling her lips.
Then Sandro turned to the audience, microphone in hand, and raised it slowly.
The crowd noise dipped just enough to hear him say:
"This... is what it looks like when you stop pretending. This... is what it looks like when you stop living in someone else's shadow."
He looked at Alexa.
"Welcome... to the Undisputed System, my love."
Alexa raised her hand and put it on Sandri's face looking at him lovingly, the crowd still booing, still processing the war crimes they'd just witnessed.
Sandro continued, pacing now.
"You all thought this was about domination? Titles? Control? No. This is about liberation. About breaking the mold this industry has chained people to. And Alexa Bliss? She's not just a member of the Undisputed System, she is our, no, my Undisputed Queen."
The arena was a boiling cauldron of noise, rage, disbelief, and unfiltered passion, when Sandro raised the microphone again and locked eyes with Alexa. A silent nod passed between them, something intimate and dangerous, the kind of moment that sent shivers down the spines of everyone watching. Then Sandro gave the signal.
"Finish what you started my love," he said, voice low but amplified through the mic, echoing like a war drum through the stunned arena.
Alexa's expression shifted instantly. Gone was the softness she showed for Sandro a moment ago. What remained now was venom, a merciless gleam in her eyes. Like a switch had flipped.
Behind her, Charlotte was slowly rising to one knee, clutching the ropes with one hand, still dazed from the microphone strike and the barrage that followed. The officials tried to hold her up, to stabilize her, but Big E and Ryback were already in motion.
Big E charged into the group like a train without brakes, knocking two refs to the canvas with a double clothesline. Ryback bulldozed another producer, sending him crashing into the corner turnbuckle.
The bodies of officials and crew lay strewn across the mat like discarded dolls.
And Alexa? Alexa pounced.
She grabbed Charlotte by the hair, yanking her upright with a savage jerk, and with a fluid motion, drove her knee straight into Charlotte's stomach. The blow bent Charlotte over, gasping. The audience erupted into an uproar, half of them furious, half stunned, and a few bloodthirsty fans cheering out of sheer shock.
Alexa didn't let up. She grabbed Charlotte's arm and slung her violently between the ropes, sending her tumbling through them like yesterday's garbage.
Charlotte landed hard at ringside, her back thudding against the cold steel barricade. The camera caught her face twisted in pain and disbelief as she tried to crawl, dazed and broken.
Inside the ring, Alexa walked toward the ropes, looking down at Charlotte with disgust.
Then she clapped.
Once. Twice. Slowly.
The gesture wasn't just cruel, it was theatrical. A final punctuation mark.
Like someone applauding themselves for taking out the trash.
The crowd erupted in a mix of shocked gasps and white hot boos.
Then Alexa turned, her hair wild and half-falling into her face, her eyes still gleaming, and walked with eerie calm back to Sandro's side. She tucked herself beneath his left arm, resting her head briefly against his shoulder, clinging to him like he was her anchor in this sea of madness.
Sandro smiled, darkly amused, and with the mic in hand once again, he turned back to the fans. "Now that the business has been handled," he began, his voice slick and composed, "allow me to address the result of what you all witnessed at War Games." Boos roared down like thunder.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: FCW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles
Faction: The Undisputed System
Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion