329. First Step To Gain Gold

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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.

Sandro waited. Patient. Untouched.

"You people can boo all you want. Cry all you want. Hashtag your little outrage. But facts… are facts."

He lifted his free hand, gesturing toward his brothers-in arms. Drew, Wade, Big E, and Ryback, are all standing proudly behind him, a unified wall of dominance. Alexa clutched his arm tighter, looking up at him like a queen standing beside her king.

"We won. Not just the match… not just the war… but the entire narrative."

Sandro smirked, letting the crowd react again before continuing. "Saturday night wasn't just brutality for the sake of brutality. It was a masterpiece. A symphony of pain and destruction conducted by yours truly. Every beatdown, every move, every crack of steel and echo of flesh hitting canvas, it was all part of my plan. And the best part of it?"

He looked down at Alexa, stroking the top of her head with a slow, deliberate tenderness that made the crowd groan in disgust.

"The secret weapon was standing beside me this entire time. My love. My Queen. My Alexa."

The crowd absolutely exploded. Loud boos, screams, and a few chants of "TRAITOR! TRAITOR!"

"And all of you were too blind to see it coming," Sandro continued. "While all of you hypocrites were focused on alliances and nostalgia, we were building an empire. And Alexa? She was never your fairy tale. She was the poison in the apple. The fire in the extinguisher."

Alexa grinned at that line, her cheek pressing against Sandro's arm with pride.

"You all thought she was soft. You thought she was the friend. The one who would 'do the right thing.' But in the end… she did the only thing. She chose us. She chose me. And in doing so, sealed the fate of every so called savior thrown together by TNA and FCW."

Sandro slowly began to pace across the ring, the other members of Undisputed System behind him, nodding along like generals flanking a commander after a decisive victory.

"So let me make this perfectly clear. You've witnessed the end of an era. There are no more heroes. No more 'one last hope.' TNA and FCW sent their best or well what they thought was their best. And we destroyed them. We buried them under steel and ego."

The crowd was growing louder, and angrier.

"And now? Now we do what victors always do."

Sandro turned on his heel, lifting his chin.

"We claim what is rightfully ours."

He gestured to his team.

"Drew, Wade, Big E, Ryback, and myself. We didn't come here to play nice. We came here to take gold. And now, it's time to fulfill that prophecy."

He raised the mic higher, his voice ringing like a death bell.

"The Undisputed System is no longer just a faction. We are the new foundation of this company. And every title… every single piece of gold… belongs to us."

Alexa lifted her head proudly, the glint in her eye signaling her support, her love, her undying loyalty. Sandro pointed to the crowd now, slowly turning in a circle.

"Try to stop us. Go ahead. Send your champions. Send your legends. Send your gods. We'll send them back beaten and broken."

The music started to build again, the Undisputed System's entrance music crackling through the speakers like a declaration of war.

But Sandro wasn't done.

He raised the mic one last time, speaking softer now, but the words cut sharper than ever.

"You either get in line… or you get run over."

And with that, he dropped the mic.

The thud echoed through the arena like a bomb.

Sandro stood in the middle of the ring, flanked by his generals. Alexa is still on his arm, eyes blazing.

This was no longer just a storyline.

This was a regime change.

The Undisputed System now ran FCW.

The camera cuts to the carnage left behind, Charlotte being helped up by officials on the outside, her face bruised and her pride shattered. The last ember of hope, was extinguished.

The crowd was still booing, still stunned.

But the message had been delivered loud and clear.

This wasn't just another heel turn.

This was a coup.

This was the beginning of a reign.

And as Sandro and Alexa stood tall, silhouetted in gold and black, the fans of FCW finally understood, that nothing would ever be the same again.

Not in FCW.

Not as long as the Undisputed System held the throne.

What Sandro had just said wasn't just a speech. It was a shot across the bow. A clear, resounding, and unapologetic declaration of war, not just to the champions of FCW, but to the entire wrestling world, including the ranks of TNA.

The very team that had stood against the Undisputed System inside that unforgiving War Games cage had been composed of FCW rising stars and TNA icons. Sting. Foley. Kurt. Kofi. And Taylor Rotunda. Names that carried weight, legacy, and pride.

And Sandro dismantled it all with a smirk and a microphone.

Management across both promotions was already scrambling. Backstage sources whispered of heated discussions, emergency booking meetings, and calls from executives up north asking for explanations.

TNA's board reportedly viewed Sandro's promo not as kayfabe, but as an open insult to their brand. And truth be told, it was. He knew exactly what he was doing. So did the rest of the Undisputed System.

This wasn't a story about titles anymore. It was about dominance. About rewriting the power structure. The very soul of FCW was being challenged, and the first to step up to answer the call… was legacy.

Later that night, after a few matches had tried (and largely failed) to wash the taste of that incendiary promo from the air, the camera cut to ringside.

Sandro and Alexa sat smugly beside the commentary team, draped in the same regal black and gold that now symbolized something more than just fashion, it was the flag of their rebellion.

The crowd stirred restlessly. They knew what was coming.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the ring announcer said, "this tag team match is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first, accompanied by Alexa Bliss and Sandro Zhang, representing the Undisputed System… BIG E and RYBACK!"

The crowd erupted in boos as the Undisputed System's music hit. Big E marched down first, slapping his chest and jawing with fans in the front row. His demeanor wasn't the cartoonish hype machine the crowd had once loved, this was a man with a mission, with fury simmering just beneath the surface.

Ryback followed behind him like a tank, head down, neck flexing with every step, fists clenched. The two of them entered the ring with menace dripping off every move.

At ringside, Sandro slipped on a headset and joined commentary, while Alexa leaned over the announce desk, her stare ice cold.

"And their opponents, accompanied by Natalya… DAVID HART SMITH AND TYSON KIDD… THE HART DYNASTY!"

The music hit. That familiar guitar riff laced with Canadian pride rang out, and the Hart Dynasty emerged to a standing ovation. Smith looked stoic, laser focused.

Kidd bounced on the balls of his feet, nodding to the crowd and tapping his chest where the maple leaf on his trunks was stitched. Natalya followed them, rallying fans and walking with the confidence of a woman who had been through wars of her own.

This wasn't just a match. It was a statement. A test.

The bell rang.

Big E started the match against David Hart Smith.

They locked up in the center of the ring, and immediately the difference in power was felt. Smith, despite being a powerhouse in his own right, found himself shoved halfway across the ring by Big E's raw force. The crowd gasped. Kidd clapped his hands on the apron, trying to rally his partner.

They circled again. Collar and elbow tie up. This time Smith dug in deeper, trying to leverage his size and experience. But Big E transitioned with surprising speed, whipping Smith into the ropes and catching him on the rebound with a belly to belly overhead suplex that made the ring rattle.

Sandro chuckled into the headset.

"That's what dominance looks like, boys. That's what happens when you stop playing nice."

Smith rolled to a knee, shaking off the cobwebs. He tagged in Kidd, who came in like a spark, ducking a clothesline from Big E and landing two quick kicks to the hamstring, followed by a spinning back heel that tagged Big E on the jaw. Big E staggered.

Kidd sprinted to the ropes, springboarded, and hit a missile dropkick right to Big E's chest.

The crowd came alive.

Big E went down, clutching his ribs, but he wasn't down for long.

He exploded to his feet and bulldozed Kidd into the corner with a shoulder thrust. Then another. Then another.

Ryback roared, begging for the tag. Big E slapped his hand, and Ryback came in like a predator uncaged.

Ryback hoisted Kidd into a gorilla press and held him up with one arm. One arm. The crowd counted along: one… two… three… before Ryback dropped Kidd's throat first onto the top rope. Kidd choked and stumbled back, and Ryback followed up with a hard lariat that turned him inside out.

Sandro leaned into the mic, voice low and venomous.

"You don't step into our ring and expect mercy. Not anymore."

The next several minutes were pure punishment. Big E and Ryback took turns dismantling Kidd. Stiff slams. Clubbing forearms. Near falls. At one point, Ryback hoisted Kidd onto his shoulders for a backpack stunner, but Kidd wriggled free and hit a desperation dropkick to Ryback's knee.

The crowd erupted as Kidd scrambled, dove, and got the hot tag to Smith.

Smith flew into the ring with the rage of generations backing him.

He clotheslined Ryback. Then Big E. Another one for Ryback. A powerslam for Big E. The tide was turning.

Natalya pounded the apron, rallying behind her boys.

Smith and Kidd hit a double team maneuver, a Hart Attack clothesline, on Big E and nearly got the three count.

But Alexa wasn't going to stay quiet.

As the ref checked on Ryback, Alexa made her move.

She ran around the side of the ring and yanked Natalya down from the apron by her hair. The crowd booed furiously as Natalya screamed, hitting the floor hard. Alexa mounted her, raining down slaps and fists. The camera caught her snarling, eyes wide.

This wasn't the playful Harley Quinn Alexa Bliss from before.

This was someone else.

Sandro stood, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold like a chess master seeing his plan come to life.

Smith turned toward the ringside scuffle, his attention pulled. Kidd did the same.

That was the opening.

Ryback crawled to the corner and tagged in Big E.

The moment Smith and Kidd turned back, they were blindsided.

Big E and Ryback each grabbed one of them.

Big E scooped Smith up with terrifying ease and slammed him down with a devastating Big Ending.

Simultaneously, Ryback hooked Kidd, lifted him up in a cradle position, then transitioned fluidly into a Running Horizontal Muscle Buster, the new move he called the Shell Shocked.

The ring shook.

The ref dropped to count.

One.

Two.

Three.

It was over.

The Undisputed System had claimed another win and done so by using their numbers, their cunning, and their brutality.

The music hit. Alexa rolled into the ring, standing between Big E and Ryback as they raised their hands. Sandro joined them a moment later, smirking as he stepped through the ropes. He didn't need to wrestle tonight. His words had done more damage than any piledriver.

Natalya was still down at ringside, being tended to by medics.

Kidd and Smith stirred, broken and defeated.

Sandro motioned for a microphone.

"Let me remind you… this isn't a game," he said, voice calm. "This was never about just proving a point. This is about taking what's ours. Piece by piece. Title by title. Legacy by legacy."

He looked down at Kidd and Smith, then around at the crowd.

"Welcome to our era. Your heroes are finished. Your legends are relics. And your champions? They're on notice."

He turned to Alexa.

"You did beautifully, my Queen."

Alexa kissed his cheek, and the crowd rained boos down once again.

Big E and Ryback stood like titans, flexing, snarling. And then the Undisputed System exited the ring, leaving behind chaos and broken bodies. The cameras followed them up the ramp, Sandro raising Alexa's hand like she'd just won a championship herself. In a way, she possibly had as with Undisputed System its only a matter of time.

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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