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The Undisputed System now held the FCW North American Title, the FCW Tag Team Titles, and they had infiltrated TNA's very soul in AJ Styles. And for the first time in his career, AJ Styles stood alone, not just without allies, but without the fans he once thought would always be in his corner.
On the other hand, Wrestling podcasters and analysts exploded in discourse over the mind games of Sandro Zhang. In kayfabe, he hadn't just wrestled AJ Styles, he'd dismantled AJ Styles moral compass. Some called it one of the most psychologically devastating victories in recent memory.
Sandro hadn't taken the X Division title yet, but he had taken something perhaps more valuable than the title, AJ's dignity and public trust. AJ stood now as a champion without a nation. Many fans now saw him as corrupted, fallen from grace, while others mourned the idealistic icon they thought would never break. And for Sandro, that was the victory.
Meanwhile, days passed by, and Sandro's presence was quieter, but not absent. He and Wade Barrett returned to Tampa on a red eye flight that night, slipping into obscurity just long enough for the firestorm to rage without their direct involvement. They weren't running, they were resting, reloading.
While chaos swirled online, Sandro spent his time with the women closest to him, careful to separate his private life from the theatrics of Undisputed System. April had her time with him first, a calm, intimate evening by Sandro's apartment, watching movies quietly with snacks while snuggling.
Alexa was next, the two sharing drinks and laughter as they talked about the upcoming story direction of the Undisputed System that involves her. And on Sunday, Sandro flew alone to Philadelphia.
Nikki Bella was already there, preparing for Raw the next day. They reunited with a kiss and a few rare hours of closeness. For once, Sandro wasn't the mastermind or the leader of chaos. He was just a man with someone he loved, wrapped in hotel sheets beneath the cold glow of the city.
But come Monday morning, duty called. Nikki held his hand a little longer before he boarded his flight back to Tampa, both of them knowing the game never stopped. Tonight would be pivotal for the Undisputed System's dominance and for Alexa Bliss. It was her night now.
As the FCW Monday Weekly Program rolled on in front of a raucous Tampa crowd, the atmosphere was already white hot. The opening match delivered an athletic clinic. The promo segments had punch and sting. But the middle of the card brought the biggest reaction yet.
The lights flickered. Gold and pink shimmered across the arena like something regal and venomous at once. The crowd knew. They screamed, some in anger, others in awe.
Then came the staccato opening of "SHOCK THE SYSTEM," blasting through the speakers like a war drum. Immediately after, a haunting remix of Alexa Bliss's entrance music merged seamlessly with it.
Out came Alexa Bliss in full ring gear, gleaming under the arena lights, every step precise, confident. Her arm was wrapped around the suited figure of Sandro Zhang, who strode beside her like royalty.
His tailored black suit was embroidered with fine gold thread, subtle, but unmistakable. It was his way of telling the world that the Undisputed System didn't just break rules, they rewrote them in gold.
The bell rang as the crowd rained down boos. The ring announcer stepped in with practiced gravitas.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the FCW Divas Championship!"
He turned toward the ramp, as Alexa and Sandro walked with poise and venom toward the ring.
"Introducing the challenger… accompanied to the ring by Sandro Zhang… representing The Undisputed System… from Columbus, Ohio… weighing in at 102 pounds… ALEXA BLISS!"
Alexa paused at the ringside, shot a smug glance toward the camera, and then stepped onto the apron with help from Sandro.
Inside the ring, they posed together, Sandro standing just behind her with his arms crossed as she smirked toward the crowd. After a brief twirl and a kiss from Sandro, he stepped out of the ring and took position in her corner, adjusting his cufflinks as he watched with analytical calm.
The mood shifted.
Davina Rose's entrance music hit. The crowd responded with a mix of cheers and urgency. From the back emerged the champion herself, FCW Divas Title proudly around her waist.
At her side was April Lee, walking with fire in her eyes and a sharp expression. The two women descended the ramp together, eyes locked on Alexa and Sandro the whole way down.
"And her opponent… accompanied by April Lee… from San Jose, California… weighing in at 119 pounds… she is the FCW Divas Champion… DAVINA ROSE!"
Davina climbed the turnbuckle, held the title aloft to a chorus of support, and then stepped inside. April stood on the outside, near their corner, arms crossed in defiance. She hadn't forgotten the dirty tactics Alexa used last time or how close Davina came to losing the title.
The tension was tangible. This was their second encounter. Their unfinished business. The referee moved between them as Alexa and Davina stood nose to nose, eyes burning with anticipation and contempt. The title was raised high in the air, the FCW Divas belt gleaming above their heads.
Then, the ref handed it to the ringside.
He turned. Checked both competitors.
And signaled for the bell.
DING DING DING.
It began with a fierce lock up. Both women pushed hard, neither willing to give ground. Davina broke it, twisting into a standing side headlock, grounding Alexa early. Alexa squirmed, kicked, and twisted her way free, backing into the ropes. She ran, ducked under a clothesline, rebounded, and caught Davina with a shoulder block.
Davina popped up instantly and caught Alexa with a dropkick that sent her tumbling back. Alexa rolled to the outside, regrouping. Sandro moved in to give advice, whispering something into her ear that brought a smirk to Alexa's face.
Back inside, Alexa ducked another strike and came in low, sweeping Davina's legs and dropping into a quick cover.
One!
Kickout.
Alexa transitioned into a side chinlock, grinding her forearm into Davina's jaw, taunting her as she wrenched tighter. Davina fought to her feet, elbowed free, and hit the ropes again.
Springboard back elbow!
She caught Alexa clean in the jaw.
The champion surged forward with fire now, hitting a running knee, then a suplex into the corner. April slapped the apron in support, calling out to her best friend to stay focused.
Alexa rolled to the other side and used the ropes to climb to her feet. As Davina charged, Alexa pulled the ref into the line of sight. The momentary distraction allowed her to rake Davina's eyes and hit a vicious snap DDT.
She hooked the leg.
One… Two…
Kickout!
Alexa stomped in frustration. She screamed at the ref, who threatened her with a warning. Sandro watched with cold detachment, only nodding when Alexa shot him a look of mild irritation.
Back in control, Alexa locked Davina in a grounded arm trap submission, driving her knee into the small of her back. Davina yelled in pain but refused to quit. She twisted slowly, inching toward the ropes.
April slapped the mat. "Come on, D!"
Davina grabbed the bottom rope. The ref called for a break. Alexa milked the count to four before letting go, standing and grinning as she stomped Davina's spine again for good measure.
Momentum shifted again. Davina rallied with a hurricanrana out of nowhere, followed by a spinning neckbreaker. She crawled over, draped her arm over Alexa's chest.
One… Two…
Kickout!
Sandro didn't flinch.
Back and forth they went. Strikes. Holds. Counters. Davina hit a superkick. Alexa hit a moonsault double knee drop from the top rope. Still no finish.
The crowd was rocking now.
Davina pulled Alexa up for her finisher, but Alexa slipped out, rolled her up with tights!
One… Two…
The ref saw the cheat and stopped the count, yelling at Alexa, who screamed right back in his face.
The distraction gave Davina time to recover.
She hit a slingblade. Then a running knee to the side of Alexa's face.
Then she went to the top rope.
April screamed in joy.
Davina soared—
But Alexa managed to roll away, and popped up as Davina hit the mat hard.
Seeing this, Alexa gets to the top rope and when Davina has turned her body, Alexa launches herself—
TWISTED BLISS!
She landed perfectly.
Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO! APRIL PULLED DAVINA'S FOOT TO THE ROPE!
The crowd erupted! The ref hadn't seen it until too late, but April was playing by their rules now.
Sandro stormed toward her, yelling. April stepped up defiantly. For a moment, it looked like chaos would break out.
Back in the ring, both Alexa and Davina were struggling to rise.
The match hung by a thread.
Both women slowly pushed themselves up from the mat, every muscle in their bodies aching from the war they'd waged. Their eyes locked again, fierce and unyielding. The tension in the air was electric as the crowd leaned in, fully invested in every heartbeat of the match.
Davina and Alexa met in the center of the ring, and with no hesitation, the punches began to fly. Davina struck first, a stiff right to Alexa's jaw. The crowd erupted in cheers.
Alexa responded with a forearm, and boos echoed throughout the arena.
Davina hit another punch — cheers.
Alexa answered again — more boos.
It became a rhythm, like thunderclaps in a storm. Every shot from Davina fed the fans' hope, while every return from Alexa drew venomous disdain. The two competitors traded chops next, the slaps of flesh echoing in the packed arena.
"Woooo!" the crowd howled in reaction, every time a hand cracked across the chest.
Outside the ring, the verbal war escalated. Sandro and April were in each other's faces now, barking insults. April shoved Sandro back a step, and he laughed in that trademark cold, arrogant way.
Then the moment happened.
April's hand flew through the air and cracked across Sandro's face with a resounding slap that silenced the arena for a beat. The audience let out a collective "OOOH!" that turned into an overwhelming roar of cheers. Sandro's head turned with the impact, and slowly, he turned back toward her, expression unreadable. Then, casually, he slipped a finger into the corner of his mouth… and pulled it away.
Blood.
The camera caught it perfectly, and the commentary table exploded.
"Oh my god! April just busted Sandro open with that slap!" one of the commentators shouted. "That… that might be one of the most shocking things we've seen since the Attitude Era!"
"Wait a second… what's he, DON'T DO IT, SANDRO!" His partner screamed.
Sandro's evil smile widened.
He raised his arm, then without warning, delivered a brutal European uppercut to April's jaw that sent her crashing to the floor. Gasps turned into thunderous boos. April lay motionless, and Sandro stood over her, unmoved, staring down with a dark satisfaction etched on his face.
Back in the ring, Davina turned just in time to see it. Her face twisted in fury. She shouted curses at Sandro, venom dripping from every word. Then she turned and clobbered Alexa with a huge right hand that sent the challenger spinning.
Davina charged to the ropes, still screaming at Sandro, pointing at him, fire in her eyes. Sandro just looked up at her, slowly raising an eyebrow, the blood still glistening on his lip.
The referee finally noticed the situation outside the ring. He rushed to the ropes and shouted at Sandro, who simply raised his hands and shook his head.
"I didn't see anything," he said with mock innocence. "She fell."
The ref looked down at April, then back at Sandro, uncertain. The crowd was chanting "You suck! You suck!" at the top of their lungs, but as per the rules, if the referee didn't witness the action directly, he couldn't call it.
Inside the ring, Alexa, now recovered, took full advantage of the distraction. She got behind Davina, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her down with another brutal snap DDT. Davina's head bounced off the mat.
Alexa didn't hesitate. She climbed to the top rope like a viper ready to strike.
TWISTED BLISS.
She landed flush. But she wasn't done.
She went back to the top again. The crowd was screaming in outrage.
SECOND TWISTED BLISS.
She hooked the leg tightly.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rang.
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and NEW FCW Divas Champion… ALEXA BLISS!"
The arena filled with deafening boos. Sandro stepped into the ring with a devilish smirk, the gold belt already in hand. He handed it to Alexa, who took it with wide, gleaming eyes. Sandro raised her hand high, the image of perfection in villainy. The two stood side by side in the center of the ring, Alexa holding her newly won title aloft, and Sandro with blood still dried at the corner of his mouth, never prouder.
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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