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Sandro laughed. "What Heyman means… is that RAW is no longer a show. RAW is our hunting ground. RAW is our territory. RAW is… our empire." He tilted his head, eyeing the WWE Universe with dangerous amusement. "And every single one of you better get used to it."
Alexa stepped up beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder, twirling her championship around her finger.
She smirked into the mic Sandro's holding. "Awwww… you hear that, babe? They're booing harder tonight. Guess that means we're doing something right."
The fans raged louder.
Ryback bellowed like a beast. Big E sneered. Wade cracked his knuckles. Drew stood with predatory calm.
Sandro kept speaking.
"You people thought Over The Limit was the peak? You thought us taking the Divas title, the Tag titles, and stacking bodies around the ring was the end of the story?"
He shook his head.
"No. No, no, no… that was just the opening act."
He pointed at Heyman.
"With my Special Advisor right here, we're about to rewrite the rules of RAW itself."
Gasps. Boos. Screams.
"And if Vince McMahon doesn't like it…" Sandro added quietly, "…he can come tell me directly."
The crowd reacted with shock, Sandro had crossed a line most heels never dared to approach.
Heyman grinned wider.
Sandro continued:
"Tonight… this show starts and ends with the Undisputed System. We decide who gets a match. Who gets TV time. Who gets buried. Who gets opportunities."
He let the words linger.
"And if anyone has a problem with that…"
He smirked.
"They can try their luck in the ring."
The faction stepped forward collectively, forming a united front.
Heyman lifted his mic again.
"And allow me to be perfectly clear, Vince McMahon WILL address my status. He WILL make a decision. And when he does… we'll be waiting."
Sandro turned to his faction, nodding.
"Boys. Girl. Advisor."
He raised his championship.
"Let's show them why we run this place."
The Undisputed System lifted their titles, fists, and arms high. The crowd's hatred rained down like a storm, but Sandro only smiled, soaking in every drop of it.
Because this wasn't the downfall of RAW.
This was only chapter one of the Undisputed Takeover.
And they hadn't even begun to unleash their next plan.
Sandro lowered his mic slowly, eyes narrowing with dangerous focus.
"Tonight," he said, voice low but carrying through the arena, "we make an example out of the first person who gets in our way."
The camera zoomed tight on his face.
"And trust me…"
A chilling smirk.
"…someone will."
The Undisputed System posed in the ring as their theme kicked back up, gold lights strobing, Heyman applauding proudly behind them, and the WWE Universe drowning the arena in hatred so loud it felt like a physical force.
Undisputed System then prepared to exit the ring, fully expecting that no one would dare interrupt them, something no one saw coming happened.
"NO CHANCE… SO THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE GOT!"
The arena ERUPTED in a volcanic explosion of cheers.
Cole nearly jumped out of his seat. "IT'S MR. MCMAHON! THE CHAIRMAN OF WWE IS HERE!"
Lawler practically shouted over him. "FINALLY! FINALLY! WE'RE GETTING ANSWERS!"
The WWE Universe was on their feet instantly, screaming, chanting, and even singing along to Vince McMahon's entrance theme as the Chairman himself stormed out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.
And this wasn't casual walk Vince. This was furious Vince. This was Vince with his shoulders squared, eyes blazing, and that unmistakable swagger that always signaled something major was about to happen.
The Undisputed System all turned their heads.
Alexa tilted hers.
Big E and Ryback tensed like guard dogs.
Kofi frowned.
Wade smirked.
Drew's jaw clenched.
And Sandro…
Sandro just smiled.
Heyman's expression twitched for the first time all night.
Vince stood at the top of the ramp, staring down at the ring full of traitors, tyrants, and champions with pure, controlled fury. He waited, letting the fans chant "VINCE! VINCE! VINCE!" for almost a full minute.
Finally, he lifted the mic.
"CUT. MY. MUSIC."
The theme died instantly.
The cheers continued.
Vince stepped forward, pointing straight at the ring, more specifically, right at Paul Heyman.
"You…" Vince growled, his voice dripping with disappointment and rage. "How in the hell could you do this?"
Heyman raised an eyebrow, leaning on the ropes with the confidence of a man who believed he was truly untouchable.
"I put my trust in you," Vince continued. "WE, the WWE Board of Directors and myself, trusted you to be the symbol of authority on RAW. To bring order. To solve this Undisputed System problem. To protect this company from exactly the kind of chaos Sandro and his cronies have been spreading."
The crowd cheered.
Vince kept going, voice rising with each word.
"AND IN LESS THAN ONE MONTH, ONE MONTH! You betrayed that trust. You didn't just fail at your job… you sided with the very people you were hired to stop."
Heyman chuckled.
Actually chuckled.
The crowd booed him so loudly the audio peaked.
Heyman then stepped forward and lifted his mic with a crooked, smug smile.
"Oh, Mr. McMahon… Mr. Vincent Kennedy McMahon…" he said in that theatrical, mocking tone. "How naïve, how utterly gullible, you and your precious Board of Directors must be."
The Undisputed System snickered behind him.
"You should've known better," Heyman continued. "You should've known that a man like me, a man with intelligence, ambition, and vision, doesn't serve anyone but himself. I've always sided with the highest bidder. The highest power. And that, Mr. McMahon… isn't you. Isn't your Board of Directors. Isn't the so called 'WWE management.'"
He gestured dramatically toward Sandro and the faction behind him.
"It's THEM. It's Sandro. It's the Undisputed System. They are the ones who share my ambitions. They are the ones who want to reshape WWE into something greater. They want to control the battlefield… and make this entire company their playground."
The crowd unleashed a storm of boos.
Cole could barely contain himself. "This guy is unbelievable…"
Lawler shook his head. "He's selling out WWE for power!"
Heyman wasn't done.
"And Mr. McMahon," he said with venom, "this is YOUR fault. YOU let Sandro into WWE. YOU brought me back. YOU opened the door. All we did… was walk through it."
The boos doubled.
Sandro clapped slowly, laughing under his breath.
Vince's nose flared. His jaw flexed. He looked one second away from storming the ring and tearing Heyman apart himself.
"Shut. Your. Mouth." Vince snapped, his voice booming so loudly it echoed across the arena.
The crowd cheered wildly.
"It's not that we were gullible," Vince fired back. "It's that we trusted the WRONG person. And don't you ever, ever, tell me we made a bad business decision bringing Sandro to the main roster or bringing you back."
He pointed at Sandro, glaring.
"It was business. Sandro made money. LOTS of money. Ratings. Merch. Attention. That's why he's here."
He pointed back at Heyman.
"And YOU? You made money too. You helped stabilize RAW, until you spat on that responsibility."
Vince took a long breath, then narrowed his eyes.
"But both of you have grown out of control. BOTH of you are crossing lines. And one way or another… this gets handled."
Sandro threw his head back and laughed.
"Ohhh, Vince… Vince, Vince, Vince," he said, mic raised with mocking amusement. "So now that your little business decisions have come back to bite you in the ass, you think you're just gonna clean things up? Get rid of us? Fix your mess?"
He stepped forward, eyes cold.
"No. No, no, no. That's not how this works."
He raised his United States Championship.
"We're undeniable now. We're champions. We run RAW. We can't be fired. You can't strip us. And even if you tried—"
Sandro leaned forward, grin widening.
"My father would stop you."
The arena gasped.
Cole whispered, "Oh no…"
Lawler muttered, "Sandro brought up Jack Zhang…"
Sandro continued without fear.
"Jack Zhang, second largest shareholder in WWE. The man YOU can't overrule. The man YOU have to answer to. The man who will shut down any attempt to sabotage me, this faction, or our future."
Sandro burst out laughing, loud, savage, and arrogant.
The rest of the Undisputed System laughed with him.
Heyman smiled like a devil.
But Vince?
Vince stepped forward.
"Yeah, maybe I can't do anything to YOU," he admitted with a bitter edge. "Maybe I can't fire your little goons here. Maybe I can't strip any of you without causing a corporate war."
He paused.
"But you know what I CAN do?"
He pointed straight at Heyman.
"I can fire your Special Advisor. I can fire the man standing next to you. I can fire… PAUL HEYMAN… from the position of RAW General Manager."
The arena exploded with cheers.
Cole shouted, "DO IT, VINCE!"
Lawler yelled, "FIRE HIM!"
Heyman blinked.
Just once.
Then he lowered the mic… and smirked.
"Mr. McMahon," he said slowly, savoring each word. "It seems… you've forgotten something."
He took a single step closer to the ropes.
"A very important clause in my contract."
Sandro glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, intrigued.
The fans fell completely silent.
Heyman continued. "You CAN'T fire me unless my actions cause massive financial losses to WWE. That's the clause. That's the protection. I cannot be removed unless RAW suffers substantial damage directly due to my mismanagement."
He spread his hands with arrogant confidence.
"And in case you haven't noticed… the numbers are UP."
The crowd gasped.
Heyman grinned wider.
"I've increased gains. I've boosted ratings. Advertisers are drooling. Merchandise is flying off shelves. Every time the Undisputed System appears, the stock rises."
He leaned forward, eyes locked on Vince.
"So if you fire me… you'll be breaching my contract."
The Undisputed System grinned.
"And when you breach a contract, Mr. McMahon… penalties must be paid."
Heyman tapped the side of his mic.
"And trust me… the lawsuit I'd file against you would make the XFL failures look like pocket change."
The crowd booed louder than ever.
Sandro laughed.
Ryback roared. Big E clapped. Kofi shook his head in disbelief. Drew smirked. Wade folded his arms, satisfied. Alexa leaned into Sandro with a wicked grin.
Heyman concluded with icy calm. "So no, Mr. McMahon… you cannot fire me. You cannot remove me. And you cannot stop what's coming next."
The Undisputed System all stepped closer to the ropes, staring Vince down.
Cole threw his hands up. "Are you kidding me?! This is insanity! Heyman wrote a clause protecting HIMSELF?!"
Lawler was livid. "He played Vince! He played EVERYONE!"
Vince clenched his jaw. He hated every second of this, every syllable Heyman spoke. The Undisputed System stood behind Heyman like an impenetrable wall of muscle, gold, and ego, each champion feeding off the boss's frustration with smug delight.
Sandro stepped forward again, raising his microphone.
"You see, Vince?" he said coolly. "This isn't your playground anymore. RAW belongs to us. And you can't touch us. Not me. Not Alexa. Not Drew. Not the boys. Not Heyman. Nobody."
The faction formed a line behind him, intimidating and confident.
"You wanted to take care of us?" Sandro taunted. "Well…"
He opened his arms.
"Do it."
The crowd buzzed with suspense.
Vince sized them up. He wasn't stupid. He wasn't reckless. He knew the numbers were against him. He knew contracts were binding. He knew lawsuits could damage the company.
But he also knew power.
He knew how to fight long-term.
So Vince straightened himself, adjusted his jacket, and smirked.
"Fine," he said. "Keep your little group. Keep your titles. Keep your contracts."
The Undisputed System grinned triumphantly.
"But know this…" Vince pointed sharply toward Sandro. "This isn't over."
He gestured up and down the arena.
"You've declared war on WWE. And if it's war you want… WAR is exactly what you're going to get."
The fans ROARED.
Sandro just smiled wider, loving every second of it. Loving the threat. Loving the tension. Loving the chaos.
Vince lowered the mic, but before leaving, he took one last step forward.
"Enjoy your power trip while it lasts," he warned. "Because sooner or later… every empire falls."
Sandro whispered into his microphone, barely loud enough to be heard:
"Not ours."
The Undisputed System's theme kicked in again, but this time the atmosphere was different. The tension was nuclear level. The hatred was boiling. The war lines had been drawn so clearly you could see the sparks between them.
Vince turned his back on them and walked up the ramp, leaving the arena buzzing with shock, excitement, and fear of what would happen next. In the ring, the Undisputed System huddled together, Heyman laughing with newfound confidence, Alexa leaning seductively against Sandro, and the rest of the men cracking knuckles, nodding, and murmuring with adrenaline.
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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