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Twitter was flooded with clips of Shawn Michaels' Sweet Chin Music, Triple H's right hands, Kofi's Trouble in Paradise, and the way the Undisputed System had to retreat while DX and Kofi stood tall. One fan wrote, "This feels like old school RAW. Unpredictable chaos, legends vs. the new blood, and Sandro right at the heart of it."
Analysts also began to point out something deeper: Sandro hadn't even been on the main roster for a full year, and yet he was already the centerpiece of WWE's hottest storyline. "This kid might end up as PWI's Most Hated Wrestler of the Year," one wrestling journalist remarked. "Hell, with the way he's going, he might even crack the Top 500 rankings way earlier than anyone thought. He's that good, that fast."
Others argued he deserved Rookie of the Year, even though technically he wasn't in his first year anymore. "Forget the technicalities," a fan wrote. "Nobody's had this kind of impact, this fast, in decades."
While the internet was ablaze, things were just as heated backstage. Away from the cameras, in a quiet corner of the hall, Sandro found himself face to face with Triple H. The tension was thick, but this wasn't about what had just happened in the ring. This was business.
Sandro, still clutching the United States Championship over his shoulder, wiped sweat from his brow and asked Triple H bluntly, "How's the progress with FCW? The acquisition… the rebrand into NXT. Where are we at?"
Triple H, still catching his breath from the brawl, gave a small nod. "Things are moving along. Keirn's open to selling, and Vince wants it done. But Keirn's number is a little high, higher than what Vince was willing to put on the table. Negotiations are ongoing right with Steph in charge of it."
Sandro tilted his head, considering. "So, still stuck on the price, huh?"
Triple H shrugged. "That's the big hurdle."
Without hesitation, Sandro leaned in slightly. "What if I invest? My own money. Nothing to do with my father. Nothing to do with Nexum Core. Just me."
Hunter frowned, already shaking his head. "Look, I appreciate it, but Vince isn't going to—"
Sandro raised his hand, cutting him off. "I'm not talking about creative control. I don't want to be part of the writing team, I don't want to run the show. Think of me as… a small time investor. Personal money only. No strings attached." He tapped the title belt on his shoulder. "I don't need a return. I just want a seat at the table as a special advisor. Talent development, match input, the storyline made, that's it. You don't even have to use my advice if you don't want. But I want to be involved."
Triple H studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable. "You'd really put your own money into this? Just to be a voice in there?"
Sandro smirked faintly. "You'd be surprised how far I'm willing to go for this business..."
The conversation was brief, but it hinted at something bigger, Sandro wasn't just angling to dominate on screen. He wanted his fingerprints on the future of the company itself. He wasn't satisfied with being the most hated man on television. He wanted to be a force behind the scenes too.
And with that, the night ended not only with one of the wildest Raw main events in recent memory but with the promise of something much larger brewing in the background.
The roar of the crowd still echoed in Sandro's ears as he and Alexa slid into the rented black BMW waiting by the arena's back exit. Nikki hopped in the backseat, her energy still buzzing like she'd just wrestled herself, while Sandro held the United States Championship tightly across his lap, like it was both a trophy and a weapon. The cool night air of city brushed across his sweat damp face as he leaned back in the driver's seat, exhaling a long, satisfied breath.
Alexa, seated beside him, brushed her blonde hair out of her face, her lips curling into a smug grin. "You realize what you did out there tonight? You didn't just win. You made a statement."
Nikki leaned forward from the backseat, her hand tapping the gold plate of the belt. "Forget statement, Alexa. He stole the damn show. Everybody's talking about this. Twitter is going insane. Fans, podcasters, everyone. And you—" she poked Sandro's shoulder, "—you looked like a damn star out there."
Sandro smirked faintly, turning the key and letting the BMW hum to life. "That's because I am a star. Took them long enough to realize it." He tapped the steering wheel. "Now let's celebrate. I know a spot."
They drove out of the arena district, away from the chaos of lingering fans and into quieter streets. Twenty minutes later, they arrived at a small Italian restaurant at the edge of town. It wasn't flashy or corporate, it was warm, cozy, the kind of place with soft lighting, checkered tablecloths, the smell of fresh garlic bread wafting through the air, and most importantly very private.
Inside, they took a corner booth, Sandro setting the championship belt carefully on the table as if it were a centerpiece. Alexa leaned her head on his shoulder, while Nikki slid in across from them, flipping open the menu but clearly more interested in the afterglow of the night.
The celebration truly kicked off when April joined them, via FaceTime. Sandro's phone propped up against the salt shaker, April's face lit up the screen, smiling wide as she twirled her forkful of pasta in her own apartment.
"Well, well," April teased, "look at you, champ. Sitting there with your gold, eating fancy Italian food while I'm stuck in developmental with cafeteria lasagna."
Sandro chuckled, raising a glass of red wine. "You'll be here soon enough, April. I promise. You'll be called up to RAW before you know it."
Alexa lifted her own glass, smirking. "You'd better hurry. Otherwise, Sandro and I are going to rack up too many victories before you even get here."
April rolled her eyes but laughed. "Oh please, like I can't keep up." She leaned closer to her camera, her tone turning warmer. "Seriously though, tonight was incredible. From Wrestlemania, when the Undisputed System first made its mark, to tonight, you've made history already. Both of you. And I couldn't be prouder."
Nikki chimed in, smiling brightly. "And don't forget me. You two might be the highlight, but Brie and I have been killing it too. You saw the last few weeks, we're stringing wins together. Maybe one of us gets a title shot soon." She raised her brows, almost daring Sandro. "Hopefully me and not Brie. No offense to my twin, but you know I'm the better one."
Sandro smirked, sipping his wine before pointing his fork toward her. "You're right, Nikki. Between you and Brie, you've got the edge. I'd bet money you'll be the one holding gold first. And when you do, we'll be celebrating just like this again."
April tilted her head, her tone softening. "As for me, Sandro… don't pull strings, okay? I don't want to get called up because you made a phone call. I want it because WWE needs me. And with all the new talent flooding in FCW, Dusty said many will be called up soon. When that happens, I'll be ready."
Sandro listened carefully, nodding with a smile. "Fair enough. You'll earn it. If Dusty says it's coming, then it's sooner than any of us think. I'll back off and let it happen naturally."
The rest of the night melted into laughter, good food, and toasts to victories both present and future. Alexa teased Nikki about her twin magic tricks. April joked that she'd FaceTime every celebration until she was finally on the main roster. And Sandro, leaning back with his arm around Alexa and his title belt glimmering in the low light, felt like everything was falling exactly into place.
Days passed, and the buzz of Phoenix followed Sandro into the next week. On Friday afternoon, his phone buzzed with a call from Stephanie McMahon herself. He answered, already knowing what it would be about.
"Sandro," Stephanie's calm but firm voice came through. "Hunter told me what you offered. About investing in the NXT rebrand."
Sandro leaned back in his chair, a small grin tugging at his lips. "And?"
"And," Stephanie continued, "I think it's a good idea. You'll get the position you want—special advisor. Talent development, input on matches, storylines. Not creative control. Not booking power. Just a voice at the table. Does that sound like what you want?"
"Exactly what I want," Sandro said smoothly. "Expect the money in your account tomorrow. My people will wire it."
Stephanie exhaled, sounding satisfied. "Good. Then let's make this work. I hope this is the start of a long partnership."
"It will be," Sandro replied. "You'll see."
The days rolled by quickly, and soon Monday arrived. RAW was live from Portland, Oregon, the Moda Center packed with thousands of buzzing fans.
The show kicked off hot with Nikki Bella, accompanied by Brie, taking on Tiffany in a singles match. The crowd cheered as the Bella Twins pulled their classic "twin magic," swapping places when the referee's back was turned. Nikki, refreshed and ready, rolled up Tiffany for the three count, sealing the victory.
But before fans could even settle from the match, the titantron lit up with chaotic footage.
Backstage, the cameras caught absolute bedlam, Sandro and the Undisputed System were brawling with DX and Kofi Kingston in a hallway, bodies slamming into crates and walls.
Shawn Michaels was already down, blood trickling from his temple as he groaned on the ground. The camera zoomed in, fans booing loudly in shock. Cole's voice was filled with outrage.
"Oh my God, King! Shawn Michaels is busted open! This is disgusting! This is the Undisputed System at its absolute worst!"
Lawler added with a grim edge, "They've crossed a line, Cole. They're trying to end careers, not just win fights!"
The chaos unfolded in every direction.
At one side Sandro threw wild punches, slamming Hunter into a concrete wall, then into a stack of production crates. Triple H fired back with right hands of his own, grabbing Sandro by the head and dragging him toward the catering table.
Sandro retaliated by smashing a metal tray across Triple H's back, then stomping down viciously. The United States Championship was draped over a nearby chair, gleaming in the fluorescent light like a reminder of his arrogance.
At other side, Wade had X-Pac pinned against the wall, hammering him with forearms to the face. X-Pac fought back with kicks, catching Wade in the gut and staggering him. The two crashed through a set of stacked chairs, the metal clattering like thunder as officials tried to intervene.
Meanwhile Kofi's agility was on full display as he used the environment, leaping off equipment cases to hit flying punches and kicks on Drew. Drew, though, absorbed the blows and hurled Kofi into a set of steel pipes, the sound echoing through the arena.
On the other hand a pwoerhous battle was happening as the big man Ryback manhandled Billy, throwing him into a vending machine and denting the metal. Billy tried to use his veteran savvy, grabbing a nearby broom and cracking it over Ryback's back, but Ryback only roared louder, slamming Billy into the ground.
Then there's Big E with his power dominated as he lifted Road Dogg onto his shoulder and rammed him into a wall. Road Dogg, never one to back down, clawed and punched, eventually managing to send Big E stumbling into a stack of tables, both men crashing through with a sickening crunch.
And lastly, away from the chaos of the men, Alexa and Tori went at it fiercely. Tori speared Alexa to the floor, raining down punches with rage. Alexa scratched and clawed back, pulling Tori's hair and shoving her into a steel door. Both women screamed at each other, pure hatred fueling every strike.
The scene was unrelenting, security and referees flooded in, trying to break up the madness, but neither side wanted to stop. Sandro yelled over the noise, his voice echoing through the hall. "This is OUR show! You hear me? OURS!"
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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, & 1x WWE United States Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0