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Vince straightened his posture, his eyes narrowing as he looked at his daughter, then at Hayes and Prichard. "It was my idea." Vince said, his voice hoarse but steady. "I gave him the order. I told him to go harder than planned. He tried to refuse. I made him agree. So if you've got a problem, it's with me. And look at the result." He leaned back slightly, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "And it worked. The fans are hooked. I didn't get a concussion. It's fine."
The words seemed to ease some of the pressure, but not all. Sandro exhaled, a sigh of relief, then gave a wry smile. "Good. Because honestly, Vince, I was worried you'd use this as an excuse to shelve me. Turn the Undisputed System into jobbers overnight. Wouldn't be the first time this company flipped the script like that."
Stephanie's eyes widened, and she started to say, "Dad—" but Vince cut her off with a raised hand.
"No need," he said firmly. "Enough. I know what you're gonna say, and you're right, I won't do it again. But this? This was the right call tonight. And dammit, it was worth it."
Then he turned his gaze back to Sandro, his voice steady, almost approving. "You and your boys, and Alexa, did good work tonight. Next week, we're running with it. A promo segment. Undisputed System once again face to face with DX and Kofi."
Sandro tilted his head, a half-smirk tugging at his lips. "Whatever you want, boss." He shifted his eyes to Triple H, who had straightened from the wall to look directly at him. "And what about you? What do you think, Hunter?"
Triple H gave a smile as he nodded. "I think you're dangerous. Too dangerous. But I've got ideas. For next week's promo. We'll talk later, after Vince gets some rest. There's more ways to spin this into gold, trust me."
For a moment, the room fell silent again. The EMTs continued their work, but everyone else stood still, the air heavy with unspoken tension. Sandro's faction, all of them, exchanged subtle glances, the kind only a unit forged in chaos could share. They knew they had just walked the thinnest tightrope in WWE history. And somehow, they hadn't fallen. Not yet.
Sandro gave one last nod, tapped his title belt, and said, "Alright then. We'll be ready." He turned toward the door, gesturing for the Undisputed System to follow.
After that, Sandro and the Undisputed System left the medical room together, the heavy silence between them cut only by the sound of boots striking the linoleum floor and the faint hum of the arena vents. None of them said much on the way to their private locker room.
The adrenaline that had fueled them minutes ago was now dripping away, leaving exhaustion in its place. Each member wore the kind of expression that could only come after chaos, satisfied and can't wait of what came next.
Inside the locker room, they moved quickly. Gloves or tapes was taken off first, then boots unlaced with tired fingers, and shirts peeled off as sweat clung to their skin.
Drew ran a wet towel over his face while Wade sat back, exhaling as literally they jad just done backstage brawl. Alexa leaned against the mirror, brushing stray strands of hair from her forehead as she dabbed at a bruise already blooming on her shoulder. Sandro sat on the couch, his United States Championship lying across his lap, staring at nothing in particular while his mind replayed the night over and over again.
"Hell of a night," Drew said, putting down the towel in his hand. "Could've gone either way, but here we are. Still standing."
Then came the knock.
It wasn't loud, but it was deliberate. Ryback, still half in his gear, walked over and pulled the door open. What he saw on the other side made him instinctively step back. Triple H, flanked by All of DX members and Kofi, stood there in front of the door.
"Hello guys, come in," Ryback said, with a smile on his face.
Triple H gave a nod and a smile, his expression more for business than personal interactions this time. "Thanks, our tow groups need to talk."
Ryback stepped aside, and the group entered.
Sandro rose slowly from the couch, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Ready to discuss it now then?"
"Yeah," Triple H replied, his tone even. "Better we put both groups on the same page. So when we sit down with Vince and creative, we know exactly what we're pushing for. No confusion, no wasted time. I told you earlier I've got ideas, and if we handle this right, we'll turn it into gold."
And so, with the locker room door closed behind them, the discussion began. No one outside that room would ever truly know what was said, only that the seeds planted there would shape the weeks to come. Ideas were exchanged, compromises made, all was done in favor of business.
When the meeting finally ended, noth group left with smiles, as they have reached mutual understanding.
Then several days passed in the blink of an eye.
By Saturday, the storm of social media chatter, podcasts, and news reports about RAW's chaos had only grown louder. But Sandro had deliberately unplugged from it. Tonight wasn't about the ring. He had something else planned. It was a rare off day, and he decided to make it count.
He was taking Alexa and Nikki out for a movie. A Marvel movie, to be exact. Iron Man II.
The timing amused him, here he was, sitting at the crossroads of two worlds, the squared circle and the silver screen, and somehow both ran through him.
For most people, it was just the latest hottest Marvel flick. But for Sandro, it was different. Marvel was under Nexum Core, his family's empire. The MCU concept was something he'd nudged into existence.
Nexum Core's ownership of Marvel had already paid dividends, but seeing the MCU concept come to life in real time was different than reading reviews or hearing his father's updates. He wanted to feel the crowd's reaction, hear the laughs, sense the awe firsthand.
They'd parked his rented car a few blocks from the theater. The three of them had gone with casual clothes and sunglasses, Alexa and Nikki pulling hoodies over their heads to blend in. It wasn't perfect, anyone who looked too closely could still recognize them, but it was enough to avoid stares.
After buying tickets, they loaded their arms with popcorn, hot dogs, and sodas. Sandro chuckled at the sight of Alexa juggling her drink and a bucket of popcorn that looked half her size, while Nikki balanced hot dogs and fries like she'd done it a hundred times before which she probably did.
Inside the theater, the crowd buzzed with anticipation. The lights dimmed, the screen flickered to life, and soon the familiar Marvel fanfare washed over them.
Sandro leaned back in his seat, letting himself be swept into the story. And to his surprise, though maybe it wasn't really a surprise, he was genuinely impressed. From the opening sequence, Sandro could feel the difference.
The CGI was smoother, sharper, and more alive than what he remembered from his past life. The dialogue had more snap to it, the pacing felt tighter and the flow was much smoother, the humor landed much better and on the spot, and the awkward lulls he remembered from his past life ironed out. The crowd responded big, laughing at the right spots, gasping at the action beats, cheering when Tony Stark strutted onto the screen.
When the credits rolled and the post credit scene teased what was to come, Sandro felt a surge of satisfaction. This wasn't just a movie. It was a statement. Marvel was on the right track.
Pulling out his phone, he quickly typed a WhatsApp message to his father, "Marvel's killing it. CGI better, pacing sharper. Crowd ate it up. Suggest bump the budget for the next ones, see how far they can push it."
A moment later, Jack's reply popped up, "👍."
Simple, but it was enough. No words, just the symbol. But Sandro knew what it meant. Approval. Agreement. A green light.
The three of them left the theater in high spirits. Alexa was still buzzing about a particular fight scene, mimicking the sound effects while Nikki laughed at her enthusiasm. Sandro just grinned and brush the top of their head.
Alexa stretched her arms above her head after sitting for so long. "That was awesome," she said, cheeks still lit up. "Way better than the first one."
Nikki laughed, tugging her hoodie up tighter. "I can't believe we're actually hiding just to see a movie. Feels surreal."
Meanwhile after that, they piled back into the car, Nikki taking the wheel this time while Alexa seat on shotgun as she munched on leftover popcorn. The night wasn't over. They swung by a McDonald's drive thru, the smell of burgers, fries, and fried chicken filling the car, cokes sweating cold in the cup holders. The smell filled the car within minutes.
As they waited, Sandro's phone buzzed. He picked it up, sliding the call button without hesitation. He then put his phone against his ear. "Yeah, Hugo. Talk to me."
Hugo's voice came through, upbeat, almost triumphant. "I'm in New York with Zhang Yiming and Liang Rubo. We toured the city, showed them the scope of what they could build here. They're in. They've agreed to your offer."
Sandro sat up straighter. "Fifty percent equity?"
"Fifty percent," Hugo confirmed. "Your investment, their vision. Full scholarships to the universities of their choice here in the States, a second hand building in Beijing as their HQ and R&D site, staff of their own choosing. All that's left is drafting the documents and signatures."
Sandro's eyes widened, his heart jumping. He almost shouted. "You serious? They agreed?"
"Done deal," Hugo confirmed.
A grin spread across Sandro's face. "Hugo, that's, hell, that's fantastic. You did it. You actually did it. You're getting another bonus, mark my words."
On the other end of the line, Hugo laughed. "I'll hold you to that. One more thing. Spotify just announced to shareholders, their global version goes live in two months. They've got the artist base, the catalogue, everything. This is the make or break moment. Either they explode worldwide, or they burn out."
Sandro leaned back against the seat, his grin turning into a confident smile. "It's not make or break. It's make. Trust me, Hugo. Spotify's about to explode. This is the future."
They ended the call on that note, Hugo promising to keep him updated as paperwork moved forward.
When Sandro slipped his phone back into his pocket, both Alexa and Nikki were staring at him, curiosity written all over their faces. Alexa had a fry halfway to her mouth, forgotten. Nikki kept her eyes on the road but tilted her head slightly, waiting for him to speak.
Finally, Alexa broke the silence. "Okay, you've been grinning like a madman since you answered that call. Spill it, babe. What's going on?"
Nikki chimed in, her voice playful but edged with genuine curiosity. "Yeah, don't think you're gonna distract us with fries, burgers, and chickens. What's the news?"
Sandro chuckled, shaking his head. "You two are relentless."
He paused, then decided there was no point hiding it. These were his girls. They deserved to know.
"Alright," he said, his voice steady but laced with excitement. "Remember Zhang Yiming and Liang Rubo? The two chines guys I've had Hugo chasing for weeks? They finally said yes. Fifty percent equity in exchange of an invenstmen, two full paid scholarships, and headquarters in Beijing. It's all happening. Their company ByteDance is about to be born with my help."
Alexa blinked, trying to process. Nikki let out a low whistle. "Fifty percent equity? That's huge. Like… crazy huge."
"Damn right it is," Sandro said, his grin widening. "And that's not all. Spotify are going global in two months form now. This is it. The floodgates are about to open. Music, content, and social media, it's all converging, and we're right in the middle of it."
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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