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Sandro chuckled again, shaking his head. "Go on, get it out of your system. You don't like the truth? That's your problem. Last week, we walked into the ring against D-Generation X and Kofi Kingston, legends, icons, a Hall of Famer, and one of the new star in this company today and what happened? We won. Not them. Not your precious heroes. Us. The Undisputed System."
The boos somehow grew louder. Fans roared "BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!" while Sandro leaned against the ropes, his grin never fading.
"And you know what the best part was?" Sandro smirked. "We didn't do it alone. Oh no… we had a little help from the Deadman himself. That's right. I didn't expect the Undertaker to turn the tide for us, but I'll take it. He took down Triple H, left the door wide open, and I, being the brilliant opportunist that I am, finished the job. After all that's what winners do. Winners seize the moment. Thank you, Taker."
The boos rattled the roof.
Cole's voice cut in, heated. "I can't believe he's trying to spin this, King! Undertaker didn't mean to help them, he made a mistake!"
Lawler added, "He's twisting the knife, Cole, that's what he's doing. And these fans are not buying it!"
Back in the ring, Sandro laughed at the outrage. "But you know what? That's old news. DX? Kofi? Undertaker? Done. Finished. We proved our point, and now we move forward. Because while all of you were crying about how unfair it was, I was thinking about what's next. And what's next is very simple, it's time to make this empire even stronger."
His tone shifted, becoming sharper. He raised the mic higher, his voice cutting through the jeers.
"And that starts tonight. Because as the inaugural winner of the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal, I am demanding what I EARNED. My United States Championship match. TONIGHT!"
The boos hit a fever pitch. Fans chanted, "YOU DON'T DESERVE IT! YOU DON'T DESERVE IT!"
Cole nearly spat the words into his mic. "Unbelievable! This man actually thinks he's entitled to a title shot tonight?"
But Sandro wasn't finished. He pointed to the Andre statue Big E carried like it was a holy relic. "In case you've forgotten, this, this right here, is proof. Doesn't matter if you think I deserve it. The rules are the rules. And I won. Which means by management's own stipulation, every winner of the Andre Battle Royal is guaranteed a singles title shot on their brand. That's not my rule, that's THEIR rule. I'm just cashing in on it. So whether you like it or not, Jacksonville… tonight, history is going to be made again."
The crowd booed so loudly the camera microphones barely picked up Sandro's next words.
"You don't have to like it. You just have to accept it."
Cole spoke up again. "This is unbelievable! He doesn't deserve a thing, King! Not after the way he stole that win last week!"
Lawler replied, exasperated. "Well, Cole, like it or not, he's got the statue in hand. That was the stipulation, and Sandro knows it."
Suddenly—
"NO CHANCE… SO THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE GOT!"
The arena exploded into cheers and boos at the same time. The iconic guitar riff of Vince McMahon's theme blasted through the speakers, and the camera cut to the stage.
From the entrance stage, Vince McMahon strutted out with his trademark power walk, a microphone already in his hand. His face was stern, his presence electric. The arena sang along mockingly to his theme, the words "No Chance in Hell!" echoing around him as he moved with that signature swagger.
Cole practically shouted over the noise. "Wait a minute, are you kidding me?! Is this happening?! Mr. McMahon is here! The Chairman of WWE is LIVE on Monday Night RAW!"
Lawler shouted over the roar of the crowd. "I didn't expect THIS, Cole! What in the world is Mr. McMahon doing here tonight?! We didn't hear a thing about this!"
Inside the ring, Sandro's smirk faltered just slightly. Alexa's eyes narrowed, Wade and Ryback leaned forward like coiled springs, and Drew stood tall, arms crossed. Big E rested the trophy against his shoulder, his eyes locked on Vince.
The atmosphere was crackling.
The music faded, but the energy didn't. Vince stood at the top of the ramp, glaring toward the ring, soaking in the mixed reaction like fuel. He raised the mic to his lips, the veins in his neck visible as he barked his first words.
"Cut the damn music!"
The crowd quieted just enough to listen, still buzzing in excitement. Vince's trademark growl carried through the arena.
"Sandro… Sandro… Sandro…" Vince drawled, pacing a little at the top of the ramp. "You come out here with your little… System. You run your mouth, you mock the rules, and you think just because you've got that statue, you can walk into my ring and DEMAND anything you want?!"
The crowd roared, chanting "YES! YES! YES!"
Sandro leaned on the ropes with a smirk, raising his mic. "That's exactly what I think, boss. Because unlike half the has beens you keep trotting out here, I earned this. I won that inaugural Andre the Giant battle royal. I proved myself. And you can't deny me what I deserve."
The tension crackled as Vince's face turned redder, his jaw tight.
Cole and Lawler were stunned into silence for a few moments, their voices cracking back to life as Vince and Sandro stared across the arena at one another.
Cole's voice was the first to cut through the noise, sounding almost desperate. "King, are you seeing this? Sandro's actually standing there, egging on Mr. McMahon himself! This kid has no idea what kind of fire he's playing with!"
Lawler shook his head, eyes wide. "Cole, I've seen a lot of things in my career… but this? You don't poke the bear like that. You don't ever poke Vince McMahon in front of the world. He could fire Sandro and his whole gang before they even make it backstage tonight!"
The crowd, meanwhile, was on their feet, half chanting "Fire Sandro!" and the other half just jeering at the Undisputed System. The building was shaking with anticipation, fans knew something dangerous was unfolding.
On the top of the ramp, Vince took a long, slow breath, visibly forcing himself to calm down. He raised the microphone back to his lips, his growl carrying authority that only decades in this business could provide.
"First thing's first," Vince barked, pointing a finger down the ramp toward the ring. "Don't you ever, and I mean EVER, speak to me with that tone again. Because if you or your little… 'System' want to have jobs at the end of the day, you'll remember exactly who signs the damn paychecks around here. And it isn't you, pal, it's ME!"
The crowd roared in approval, chanting "Vince! Vince! Vince!" while Alexa glared and Wade Barrett mocked the fans with exaggerated clapping.
Inside the ring, Sandro chuckled into the microphone, shaking his head slowly like he was listening to a child throwing a tantrum. "Easy there, boss. Easy. Don't get your blood pressure up. You don't have to worry, because I'd never dare disrespect you."
He paused, his smirk growing wider. "After all… we're the main attraction here. RAW? WWE? The headlines? The merchandise sales? The sold out arenas? That's us. That's the Undisputed System. You don't have to like it, boss, but the numbers don't lie."
He flashed a smug look at the hard camera, knowing full well that millions were watching him twist the knife.
Vince's face turned a darker shade of red. He clenched his jaw, visibly struggling to find words. Because, truth be told, Sandro wasn't wrong. Merchandise numbers had spiked. Ratings had gone up. The mainstream media was buzzing about the group. For all the chaos they caused, business was thriving. Vince hated it, but he couldn't outright deny it.
Vince finally snapped, barking into the mic. "You want your damn title match tonight?" His voice cracked like a whip.
Sandro didn't hesitate. "Yes." He leaned forward, his tone sharp as a blade. "No, scratch that. I don't just want it. I DEMAND it. It's not a request. It's my RIGHT."
The crowd erupted, booing so loudly that the cameras visibly shook. Imaginary steam might as well have been bursting from Vince's ears. Sandro had pushed and pushed, and now the boss was cornered on live television.
Vince's face was crimson as he shouted, "YOU WANT YOUR TITLE MATCH TONIGHT? YOU GOT IT!"
The arena erupted, fans booed loudly, some throwing thumbs down while Cole and Lawler groaned into their headsets.
"Oh, come on!" Cole shouted. "This is outrageous! Sandro doesn't deserve this shot!"
Lawler slapped the announce desk. "Why, Mr. McMahon? Why give this kid what he wants?!"
Inside the ring, Sandro's smirk widened into a grin. Alexa kissed his cheek proudly, and the Undisputed System roared in celebration. Big E hoisted the Andre statue higher like it was a symbol of conquest. Drew and Wade taunted the fans, Ryback pounding his chest.
Sandro turned back toward Vince, lifting the mic with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Now that's what I'm talking about, boss. Best decision you've ever made in your life." He tilted his head, smirk darkening. "…almost makes up for the worst one you ever made."
Vince's eyes narrowed dangerously. The crowd hushed, sensing danger in Sandro's tone.
Sandro let the silence hang for just a moment before delivering the dagger. "You know… letting your daughter marry Triple H."
The arena exploded. Gasps, boos, and chants of "OH MY GOD!" and "HOLY SHIT!" poured out.
Cole's voice cracked in disbelief. "What did he just say?! Did Sandro really just go there?!"
Lawler's jaw dropped. "He did, Cole! He just mocked the boss's own family! Nobody does that! Nobody!"
On the ramp, Vince froze. His body went rigid, his face unreadable at first, then the red in his cheeks deepened, his nostrils flared, and his trademark strut snapped into gear. The boss stormed down the ramp with his iconic power walk, fury radiating from every step. The crowd was losing their minds, screaming and chanting as Vince slid into the ring and came face to face with Sandro.
Sandro smirked, leaning down slightly to meet Vince's glare. "What? Did I say something wrong? If I did… then I apologize. For saying the truth."
The crowd roared again, some booing, some chanting "ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!"
Sandro tilted his head as if an idea had just dawned on him. His eyes gleamed with cruelty. "Or maybe… just maybe… it's not the truth that bothers you, Vince. Maybe it's because deep down, you know the real reason you let that marriage happen. Because your precious little Stephanie at the time was already pregnant. And Triple H? He forced your hand. She lied to you, Vince. Lied! What a slut she was, to deceive her own father like that."
The entire building seemed to stop breathing for a second. The line crossed every boundary. Gasps rippled through the crowd, fans clutching their heads, some even booing in stunned outrage.
Cole shouted over them, horrified. "I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST HEARD! Did he, did he really just say that on LIVE TELEVISION?!"
Lawler's eyes were wide, his voice cracking. "That's not just crossing the line, Cole, that's erasing it completely! Sandro's finished! He HAS to be finished after this!"
Vince's fury reached its breaking point. Without hesitation, without thought, he reared back and SLAPPED Sandro across the face with every ounce of force his body still carried. The sound echoed like a gunshot, and the crowd erupted into the loudest pop of the night.
"YES! YES! YES!" they chanted, the arena shaking.
Cole's voice was hoarse with excitement. "HE DID IT! MR. MCMAHON JUST SLAPPED THE TASTE OUT OF SANDRO'S MOUTH! THE BOSS JUST STRUCK BACK!"
Lawler was on his feet, pointing at the ring. "Look at Mr. McMahon! Look at him! He's not backing down from anyone!"
Alexa gasped, covering her mouth in shock, then immediately turned red with fury. Wade, Drew, Ryback, and Big E all tensed up, ready to pounce on Vince at once. But before they could, Sandro, staggered back with a line of blood trickling from his lip, shot his hand out and stopped them, raising a palm to hold his group back. The fans watched, hushed now with tension.
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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.
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0