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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.
Sandro turned his head slowly, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Blood smeared across his knuckles where Vince's slap had cut the inside of his mouth. He chuckled darkly into the microphone, his eyes locked on the Chairman.
"For an old man," he rasped into the mic, his voice dripping venom, "you still pack a punch. I'll give you that."
The crowd booed again, Cole shouting, "Don't do it, Vince, back away! Get out of there before this gets ugly!"
Sandro leaned in closer, lowering his tone but still speaking loud enough for the mic to catch. "You're lucky, Vince. You're lucky you still have something I want. But next time? You won't survive me. Consider this… a warning. If you want to keep seeing your grandchildren healthy, you'll keep that in mind."
The crowd exploded in boos, some fans even throwing trash toward the ring.
Cole's voice was full of disgust. ""WHAT?! Did he just threaten—did he just threaten the BOSS'S FAMILY?! This is sickening, King! Threatening Mr. McMahon grandchildren? That's crossing every line imaginable!"
Lawler shook his head furiously. "This guy has lost it, Cole. He's crossed from cocky into dangerous. He's playing with fire! Sandro has lost his mind!"
Vince's face was unreadable, fury and shock warring inside him. Alexa's eyes burned, Wade and Ryback looked ready to pounce, Drew glared like a predator. But Sandro didn't strike. He turned, raising his arm, signaling his group.
Together, Alexa at his side and the System behind him, they exited the ring. Every step up the ramp was laced with menace, the crowd booing relentlessly, pelting them with verbal venom.
Halfway up the ramp, Sandro stopped. He turned back, glaring down at Vince still standing in the ring. He raised the mic one last time.
"Oh… and boss? Don't forget. My title match. I want it in the main event. And make it official, if DX, or Undertaker, or ANYONE lays a slimy little hand on me and my System tonight, I get a GUARANTEED title shot… until I win it… or until I lose CLEAN. Your choice. Got it?"
With that, Sandro dropped the mic with a heavy thud, his music hitting again as golden lights bathed the arena. The Undisputed System disappeared behind the stage, leaving Vince fuming in the ring.
"King, this is madness! This is absolute madness!" Cole cried. "I can't believe Vince McMahon just got threatened like that, and STILL had to give Sandro exactly what he wanted! Nobody has spoken to Vince McMahon like that in years, since Stone Cold, since The Rock, since DX back in the day!"
Lawler leaned on the desk, still shaking his head. "Cole, I can't believe we're saying this, but this man just went further than Austin, further than The Rock, further than anyone who's ever challenged authority. And he's going to get away with it! He's going to the main event!"
The rest of RAW unfolded with matches, segments, and promos, but every moment carried a different energy, because fans knew what was waiting at the end of the night. The main event. Sandro's demanded opportunity. The chance for him to prove or implode, whether he could become the new WWE United States Champion.
Finally, as the third hour closed in, the camera cut backstage to show The Miz lacing up his boots and the Big Show was behind him, the United States Championship gleaming on the bench beside him. His face was tight with nerves but determined. He muttered into the camera that Sandro was in for the fight of his life.
The crowd buzzed as the ring crew readied the main event. Cole's voice echoed over the scene. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's almost time. Against all odds and against all decency, Sandro will get his demanded United States Championship opportunity against The Miz. It's the main event, and it's live, next!"
The main event was set.
Sandro Zhang vs. The Miz for the WWE United States Championship.
The Undisputed System was ready. The fans were rabid. And the boss himself was watching.
Then the guitar riffs of "Cult Of Personality" hit the speakers and the arena erupted, not with cheers, but with absolute venom. The boos were so loud it almost rattled the camera feed, thousands of voices unified in hatred.
Sandro Zhang stepped out from the curtain, decked in his sleek black and gold ring gear, his jacket glittering under the spotlights. Alexa Bliss walked by his side, arm linked to his, her smirk matching his arrogance. Behind them, like soldiers in formation, came Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Big E, and Ryback, the Undisputed System in full force.
Sandro paused at the top of the ramp, soaking in the nuclear heat like it was energy fueling him. That trademark smirk curled his lips before he stretched his arms wide open. Right on cue, golden pyros blasted from the stage, thunder cracking in the form of fireworks. The arrogance of his pose, the audacity of the gesture, only made the fans hate him more.
Cole's voice came alive over the sound of the crowd. "This man has manipulated his way into the biggest opportunity of his career! And King, he's not even ashamed of it, he threatened the Boss's family, for God's sake!"
Lawler replied, incredulous. "It's disgusting, Cole! But look at him, he's acting like he deserves a hero's welcome! He doesn't care about respect, he just cares about power."
Sandro began his march down the ramp, Alexa clinging to him, the System following like an intimidating wall of muscle. Fans hurled insults, middle fingers, and even bits of trash at the barricade, but Sandro never flinched. He welcomed it. He reveled in it.
As they reached ringside, Justin Roberts' voice boomed with the official announcement.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your main event of the evening! Scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WWE United States Championship! Introducing first, the challenger… accompanied by Alexa Bliss, Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Big E, and Ryback… representing the Undisputed System… from Orlando, Florida… weighing in at 220 pounds… SANDROOOO ZHANGGGGG!"
The boos intensified, echoing across the rafters, yet Sandro simply smirked wider. He slid into the ring with Alexa following, the others circling to their spot on the floor at Sandro's corner. Once again, Sandro raised his arms wide, chest out like a king greeting his subjects and then, with a flick of arrogance, he raised his middle fingers to the crowd.
"Did you see that, King?!" Cole's voice cracked with outrage. "That's disgusting! He just flipped off every single fan in this arena! Complete lack of respect!"
Lawler's voice dripped with disbelief. "He knows exactly what he's doing, Cole. He loves this! He's trying to make himself the most hated man in WWE, and right now? He's succeeding!"
Alexa clapped mockingly at ringside, laughing at the crowd's fury, while Sandro leaned back into his corner, calm and ready.
The atmosphere shifted when the music of ShoMiz hit, booming through the arena like a rallying cry. To the surprise of some, the crowd exploded in cheers. Normally Miz and Big Show thrived on their arrogance, but tonight the people wanted anybody, and they truly mean anybody, to shut down Sandro Zhang.
Miz strutted onto the stage, the United States Championship slung arrogantly over his shoulder, Big Show looming behind him like a fortress of flesh. The fans roared with approval, a rare moment where Miz's smug confidence was interpreted as defiance against a greater evil.
Roberts raised his voice once again. "And his opponent, accompanied by the Big Show… representing ShoMiz… from Hollywood, California… weighing in at 225 pounds… he is the United States Champion… THEEEE MIZZZZZ!"
Miz lifted the title high above his head, smirking arrogantly at Sandro as if to say this is mine, kid, and you're not ready for it. The gesture only fired up the crowd more, their cheers filling the arena with energy. Big Show clapped Miz on the back as they headed down the ramp, a menacing shadow ensuring the Undisputed System didn't make a move.
Cole jumped back in, almost relieved. "Listen to this reaction for The Miz, King! The fans don't want to see Sandro leave here with that United States Championship. For the first time in a long time, they're actually cheering for The Miz! That's how much they despise Sandro Zhang!"
Lawler laughed incredulously. "When Miz is the good guy in the fight, you know the other guy has crossed a serious line!"
Miz slid into the ring confidently, climbing a turnbuckle to raise his title again. He locked eyes with Sandro and mouthed something inaudible, no doubt a taunt about Sandro being a rookie who bit off more than he could chew.
The referee stepped between them, taking the title from Miz. He turned to Sandro, holding it high in front of him, and Sandro's eyes burned as he stared at the belt. The referee then lifted it high for all to see, the crowd erupting one more time, before handing it off to the timekeeper.
The two men stood ready in opposite corners. Sandro cracked his neck, bouncing lightly on his heels, while Miz leaned on the ropes, smirk still etched across his face.
The referee checked with both competitors. They nodded.
The bell rang.
DING DING DING.
The main event was officially underway.
The opening was tense, both men circling, neither rushing in recklessly. Sandro flicked his wrist cockily, as if daring Miz to come at him. Miz smirked back and lunged first, going for a lock up. Sandro accepted, but Miz used his experience to twist into a quick headlock takeover, planting Sandro on the mat and wrenching his neck.
Cole's commentary kicked in immediately. "There's the experience of The Miz! Sandro may have youth, but Miz has the knowledge, the tricks, and the championships to back it up!"
Lawler chimed in. "Don't forget, Cole, Miz is a multi time champion across the board herein WWE. He's not going to get rattled easily, even by someone as unpredictable as Sandro."
Sandro, grimacing, pushed up to his knees and tried to roll Miz over for a pin, but Miz released and transitioned smoothly back to his feet, clapping his hands mockingly. The crowd cheered him on.
Sandro smirked bitterly, brushing his jaw where Vince had slapped him earlier, before darting forward. He caught Miz in a headlock of his own, wrenching it tight. But Miz quickly shoved him into the ropes and dropped down, Sandro running across, bouncing off the opposite side, only to eat a sharp back elbow from Miz that dropped him flat.
The crowd roared with approval. Miz taunted by brushing his shoulder off, a cocky grin on his face.
Sandro rolled to the ropes, glaring, then stood and reset. He licked his teeth, the smirk returning. He muttered something at Miz, inaudible, but it clearly got under Miz's skin.
This time Miz rushed in and Sandro caught him with a sudden arm drag, sending Miz rolling across the mat. Miz popped up, only to get hit with a second arm drag. On the third attempt, Sandro transitioned into an armbar, wrenching Miz's elbow back viciously.
Cole immediately exclaimed. "There it is! That vicious technical skill from Sandro, he's not just a mouthpiece, King, he's got the skills to back it up!"
Lawler countered. "Yeah, but he's in there with Miz, Cole. Let's see if he can keep it up against a seasoned champion."
Miz struggled, reaching for the ropes, and eventually kicked his way free. Both men reset, the crowd buzzing already. The pace quickened, Miz hit a knee lift, Sandro countered with a snap suplex, Miz fired back with a DDT, Sandro reversed into a swinging neckbreaker. Each time, the crowd popped, the commentary rising with them.
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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