If you want to read 20 Chapters ahead and more, be sure to check out my Patreon!!!
Go to https://www.patreon.com/Tang12
___________________________
Jack continued, his gaze sweeping across the table. "If they encounter problems, they can come to me. If Nexum Core can provide help, whether in resources, influence, or connections, I'll see what I can do. Because this is not just about numbers on paper. This is about the future of this company. The two of them have vision, and I believe in backing vision."
It was decisive.
Every executive who had wanted to press Vince further now sat frozen. To go against Vince was one thing, some had the gall to try. But to go against both Vince and Jack at the same time? That was suicide in this room. The combined weight of the two most powerful shareholders in WWE was immovable. Resistance melted away in silence.
Stephanie felt her chest loosen for the first time in what felt like hours. Triple H gave the faintest nod, relief hidden beneath his game face. They had survived the hardest part.
"Thank you," Stephanie said softly, her voice carrying more gratitude than triumph.
Triple H added, "We won't let you down. We'll make this work. WWE will have its own developmental system, and it'll set us up for the future."
Vince, arms still folded, gave a curt nod. "We'll see." Then, glancing down the table, he asked, "Anything else to report or discuss?"
One by one, the executives shook their heads. "No," came the scattered replies.
Vince's eyes, however, didn't soften. He stared at the rest of the executives before then Stephanie and Triple H, unreadable as ever, but when he finally spoke, it was with the finality of a gavel. "Then so be it. If there's no further business, this meeting is adjourned."
No one dared say otherwise.
Chairs scraped against the floor as people rose, gathering their papers and binders, whispering quietly to each other about what had just unfolded. Some were already calculating the work ahead, others were muttering about risks and costs, and some even already planning how they'd cover themselves if NXT failed. But the battle had been won.
Stephanie and Triple H lingered behind, waiting until the last of the suits had exited. Then, as Jack prepared to leave, Stephanie called after him softly. "Jack… could we have a moment?"
Jack paused, turned, and nodded once. "Of course."
The three of them slipped away from the main corridor, finding a quieter corner of the building, away from curious eyes and ears. The shift in energy was immediate. No longer the formal tension of a boardroom, but something more personal, grounded.
Once they were alone, Stephanie was the first to speak, her voice warmer now, gratitude shining through. "Jack, thank you. Truly. We know that was Sandro's influence, you wouldn't have thrown your support behind us if he hadn't spoken to you."
Jack gave a small chuckle, shaking his head. "It's not just because of Sandro," he replied. "Don't give him all the credit. Like I said in the meeting, I supported you because your proposal deserved it. It was on point. It was detailed. It was calculated. You didn't just pitch an idea, you built a plan. And I respect that."
Triple H crossed his arms, nodding. "Still, we appreciate it. Without your backing, they would have kept trying to shoot it down until Vince lost patience."
Jack's expression turned serious. "Don't thank me yet. I hope it works. Because if it doesn't…" He let the sentence hang in the air, heavy with meaning. "The losses could be devastating. Too great for WWE to bear in the short term. We could be forced to cut talent, lay off crew, scale back production, maybe even rely on more sponsors and advertising. And if that happens, too much corporate meddling could ruin the experience for the fans. Oversaturation of ads, cheapened shows. That's a road you don't want to go down."
Stephanie swallowed hard. She knew he was right. This wasn't just about numbers on paper or wins in a boardroom. It was about livelihoods. About the fans' experience. About the company's very identity.
Jack's eyes softened just slightly. "That's why you have to make it work. Not just for your careers. For everyone. This company's future depends on it."
Stephanie and Triple H exchanged a glance. Both of them nodded, their determination steeled.
"We'll make it work," Stephanie said firmly. "We won't let this fail."
Jack studied them for a moment, then gave a small nod of his own. "Good. Then you have my trust. And my support."
With that, he turned to leave, his footsteps echoing down the hall. Stephanie and Triple H stood together in the quiet, the weight of the moment settling on their shoulders. They had won the first battle, but the war to build NXT had only just begun.
And so as Stephanie and Triple H left the building after the meeting, their conversation carried into the parking lot. They spoke about the enormity of what they'd just undertaken, the sleepless nights ahead, the pressure of convincing sponsors, advertisers, and eventually the fans.
Stephanie admitted she felt both terrified and exhilarated, while Triple H confessed that the thought of failure gnawed at him. But both agreed, they had to take the risk. The alternative, stagnation, was worse.
Later that day, Jack made a quiet call to Sandro. He didn't detail everything, but he told his son enough. "Your push for this idea… it's in motion now. They've taken it. And I backed them, because they deserved it. But this gamble? It's going to test them like nothing else."
Sandro, listening on the other end, felt a swell of pride. He knew this was just the beginning of something monumental, and that his influence was rippling through both the wrestling world and the business that controlled it.
And somewhere deep in WWE headquarters, Vince McMahon sat alone in his office after everyone had left, staring out at the city skyline. His expression was unreadable, but his thoughts were sharp. He had given his daughter and son in law the green light, but not his full confidence. Not yet. He'd watch. He'd test. And if they stumbled, he'd be ready. Because in his mind, the business always came first.
As Stephanie and Triple H began the process of getting the funds out from the financial department and also contacting Steve Keirn to begin the talk of acquiring FCW, the days ticked by slowly but with purpose.
The two of them barely had time to breathe, numbers being crunched, lawyers reviewing drafts, conversations with bankers and department heads flowing in one endless current. Their nights were restless, filled with what ifs, but the adrenaline of finally taking action carried them forward. What had been an idea just weeks ago was now something tangible.
But wrestling didn't wait for boardrooms. Business was one thing, television was another. Soon enough, Monday rolled back around, and that meant another episode of RAW, live from Jacksonville, Florida.
The air outside the arena was hot and muggy, the Florida evening sticky with late summer humidity, but inside the building? It was electric. Fans had piled in, signs waving in the crowd, children wearing Cena shirts bouncing in their seats, and older fans in black Austin 3:16 shirts chanting before the cameras even rolled.
People wanted answers. They wanted to see the fallout from last week's RAW, a chaotic five on five tag team clash between the Undisputed System and D-Generation X with Kofi Kingston by their side.
The Undertaker's surprise arrival had tilted the scales, the Deadman leveling half the Undisputed System with bone rattling strikes before accidentally taking out Triple H with a clothesline.
The hesitation, the flicker of something else on Undertaker's face, had sent speculation into overdrive. And then, in the blink of an eye, Sandro had swooped in, capitalizing on the moment of confusion to steal the victory for his faction.
It was controversy, it was drama, it was storytelling in its purest wrestling form. And the crowd was hungry for more.
When the cameras went live, pyros erupted across the stage and the commentary team's voices filled living rooms worldwide.
Michael Cole leaned forward with his headset on, trying to be heard over the wall of cheers and chants. He spread his arms with his usual enthusiasm, a big smile across his face. "Welcome everyone to Monday Night RAW! We are live, coast to coast, around the world, streaming on the WWE Network! I'm Michael Cole, alongside Jerry 'The King' Lawler, and King, last week was one of the most controversial endings to a RAW main event we've seen in a long, long time!"
Jerry "The King" Lawler chimed in right after, his tone higher and more animated. "Oh, Cole, we are in for a wild one tonight! Jacksonville is on fire, and everybody wants to see what's going to happen after last week's explosive main event!"
Cole nodded as the camera swept across the packed arena. Fans held up signs — "DX FOREVER!", "Taker = Legend!", "Undisputed Sellouts!", and even a bold "SANDRO SUCKS!" scrawled in neon letters.
"That's right, King," Cole continued. "Last week, it was absolute chaos when The Undertaker made his presence felt, and despite his efforts, it was Sandro and the Undisputed System who stood tall in the end. A despicable outcome, if you ask me."
"Despicable?!" Lawler shot back. "It was robbery, Cole! Taker was helping DX and Kofi even the odds, and then he accidentally hits Triple H! Sandro was like a vulture out there, swooping in to steal the win. And now the Undertaker and Triple H, something tells me their story isn't over yet!"
The two of them kept talking, setting the stage with recaps and slow motion replays of the Undertaker's accidental blow to Triple H. The crowd booed loudly as Sandro's smug grin froze on the screen, his hand being raised in victory by Alexa Bliss as the Undisputed System stood tall.
Then, suddenly—
"SHOCK THE SYSTEM!"
The arena lights cut out, plunging everything into darkness. The titantron flickered violently with static before flashing gold, and the familiar aggressive beats of the Undisputed System's entrance theme shook the arena.
The boos were deafening.
Gold lights strobed in rhythm with the music. The stage lit up as out stepped Sandro, arm linked with Alexa Bliss, who held onto him with a kind of delicate pride.
The rest of the Undisputed System followed behind, Wade Barrett with his cocky smirk, Drew McIntyre towering with cold intensity, Ryback snarling at the fans, and Big E, who carried Sandro's prized possession, the golden Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal statue, hoisted on his shoulder like a weapon.
The entrance ramp became a gauntlet of hate. Fans leaned over the barricades, screaming insults and throwing middle fingers, but the Undisputed System thrived on it.
Cole's disgust was palpable. "Oh, come on! Do we really have to start RAW with this group? Look at them, King, smug as ever after stealing that win last week!"
Lawler sighed. "They make me sick, Cole. But I'll give them this, they know how to make an entrance."
On stage, Sandro raised his free hand high into the air, his smirk widening as golden pyros erupted behind him, showering sparks down the ramp. Alexa smiled enchantingly as if presenting him to the world, while Barrett and Ryback shouted trash talk at the crowd. Drew kept his face stern, a soldier in step, while Big E paraded the trophy like it was a sacred relic.
They marched down the ramp, a wall of arrogance. Sandro ignored the sea of boos like he was deaf to them, while the others sneered and gestured at the crowd, taunting louder and louder. When they reached ringside, they climbed the steel steps one by one, Alexa leading Sandro through the ropes.
At ringside, a crew member reluctantly handed Alexa a microphone. She passed it to Sandro with a graceful flourish, her eyes glittering as she looked at him.
Sandro took his time. He tapped the mic, letting the echoing thud roll through the arena. The boos crescendoed, but he simply chuckled, clearing his throat theatrically.
"Who," Sandro began, dragging the word out with mocking weight, "is the best rebel faction in WWE history now?"
The response was instant, an avalanche of boos, chants of "You suck!" echoing from all corners of the building.
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."
_______________________________
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