If you want to read 20 Chapters ahead and more, be sure to check out my Patreon!!!
Go to https://www.patreon.com/Tang12
___________________________
The sun dipped over Long Beach, California, and fans poured into the arena with signs, merchandise, and the kind of loud anticipation only SmackDown crowds could bring. When the pyro blasted upward in colorful columns and Todd Grisham welcomed everyone, the energy was electric. "We are LIVE in Long Beach!" Todd shouted. "And what a night we have ahead!"
Matt Striker added, "After what we saw on RAW at Monday… who knows what could happen tonight?"
The opening match put Christian, beloved, resilient, proud Intercontinental Champion, against Cody Rhodes, whose slick arrogance and viciousness drew boo after boo from the crowd. Christian's entrance was met with warmth, fans cheering for the veteran they'd followed for years. Cody walked out with an icy scowl, brushing off the jeers.
The bell rang, and they went at each other instantly.
Christian ducked a clothesline and countered with crisp arm drags. Cody answered with punches straight to the ribs and a nasty kick to the gut. Christian sent Cody over the top rope, Cody yanked Christian's hair behind the referee's back. The match was fast. Sharp. Heated. Two men trying to steal the show before it had even fully started.
Todd Grisham called it play by play. "Christian is lighting up the Intercontinental division like no one else!"
Striker added, "But Cody, he's got that mean streak. That insecurity that makes him dangerous. He's not above taking shortcuts."
Cody slammed Christian into the corner. Christian caught him with a pendulum kick. The back and forth grew tighter, fiercer, the crowd absorbing every beat.
Then, everything died.
The lights cut out completely.
A wave of confusion rippled through the audience. Cheers turned to uneasy murmurs. Todd's voice came through the darkness, unsettled.
"Uh.... folks, we appear to be experiencing technical—"
And then the lights came back on.
The arena didn't return to normal.
It returned to something terrifying.
Sandro stood dead center in the ring, the United States Championship shining on his waist like a warning. Alexa Bliss stood to his left, Divas title over her shoulder, smiling like a wolf who'd finally found a wounded rabbit. Heyman on his right held the Money in the Bank briefcase with both hands, the symbol of danger, inevitability, and fear.
And surrounding them, forming a golden ring of violence.
Wade Barrett. Drew McIntyre. Big E. Ryback. Kofi Kingston.
The Undisputed System.
Christian and Cody lay on the mat, writhing, clutching their ribs, having been mauled during the blackout. The referee, confused and horrified, immediately signaled for the bell, calling for a disqualification, but it didn't matter. The match was over the moment the lights returned.
Todd's voice shook in real shock.
"What the?! Sandro is HERE?! THEY'RE HERE?!"
Striker whispered, "The Undisputed System… has invaded SmackDown…"
The crowd booed loudly, loudly enough that the air vibrated with it.
Sandro didn't speak.
He didn't need to.
He simply raised one hand, slowly, deliberately.
And the Undisputed System bent the ring to their will.
Wade dragged Christian up, holding him by the hair. Kofi kneed Cody in the jaw. Big E stomped both men simultaneously with brutal force. Drew stood guard, Ryback cracked his knuckles like he was ready to tear through the entire roster if needed.
Sandro stepped forward, looking down at Christian, bloodied, half conscious, struggling to breathe.
Then he turned toward Cody, arrogant, but terrified now.
He crouched down slightly, eyes steady, voice calm and chilling.
"You two," he murmured, "were simply in the wrong place… at a very right time for me."
Alexa brushed her hair back, smirking. Heyman grinned wide, proud and wicked.
Sandro lifted the mic.
"SmackDown… consider this your warning."
He tapped the United States Championship with one finger.
"Monday is not the only night that belongs to us. We come here to look for gold, as the golds in RAW technically already belong to us."
The boos rained down so hard it felt like the roof of the Long Beach arena trembled. The moment Sandro finished tapping the United States Championship on his waist and declared RAW "already theirs," the entire crowd unloaded on him with hatred loud enough to shake the cameras.
Sandro didn't flinch.
He didn't blink.
He didn't even bother smirking.
He simply absorbed the roar like a king accepting tribute.
His left boot shot forward, THUD, right into Christian's ribs. Christian folded in half, coughing violently, his body jerking from the impact.
Then another, THUD, straight into Cody's gut. Cody collapsed onto his side, clutching his stomach, gasping for breath.
The entire Undisputed System laughed as if it were a private joke only they understood.
Wade clapped mockingly.
Kofi wiped tears of laughter from the corner of his eye.
Big E chuckled deep, low, satisfied.
Ryback tilted his head back, laughing with an animalistic rasp.
Drew smirked, shaking his head like this was all too easy.
And Heyman?
Heyman's laughter was the ugliest of all, sharp, delighted, proud. The sick kind of joy only a man who thrives in chaos could ever produce.
Todd Grisham was furious. You could hear it in his voice.
"This is DISGUSTING! This is absolutely disgusting! Sandro and the Undisputed System, this is SMACKDOWN! This is NOT their playground!"
Matt Striker sounded even angrier.
"They came here tonight and assaulted TWO talented competitors mid-match, unprovoked! Uninvited! Unchallenged! This level of arrogance… this level of intrusion… I've NEVER seen anything like this in the history of this brand!"
Todd added sharply, "And the nerve of Sandro, SAYING that technically the gold on RAW already belongs to them and now they want the gold on SmackDown? Who does he think he is?! SmackDown isn't RAW! This landscape is DIFFERENT! These wrestlers fight DIFFERENT! They EARN their gold!"
Striker muttered, "The Undisputed System doesn't need to earn anything… they TAKE it."
Sandro leaned his head back and grinned at the commentary table like he could hear them perfectly.
Then—
HUGE cheers detonated through the arena.
The boos turned instantly into wild applause.
Because sprinting down the ramp were—
JOHN MORRISON.
R-TRUTH.
The WWE Tag Team Champions, united, fast, angry.
And right behind them—
KANE.
The WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.
The arena exploded.
Todd nearly popped a vocal cord.
"THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS ARE HERE! AND THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION KANE IS WITH THEM!"
Striker finally had hope. "Christian and Cody aren't alone anymore, BUT WAIT! Wait, wait… that's THREE men against SIX. Todd… they're still outnumbered!"
But outnumbered or not, Morrison, Truth, and Kane were coming in to fight.
They slid into the ring at full speed.
Alexa Bliss immediately jumped out of the ring, heels clicking against the floor.
Heyman dipped out with her, hugging the briefcase like a newborn.
Drew met Morrison mid ring with a heavy knee strike to the face.
Ryback slammed straight into Truth, tackling him into the corner.
And Sandro?
Sandro stepped forward to face Kane.
The way predators do when they find another predator.
The last time Sandro fought Kane one on one on RAW, he won.
And Kane knew it.
Kane didn't wait.
He exploded forward with a right hand that would've knocked down anyone else on the roster.
Sandro ducked under it and answered with a rapid fire combination, body shot, elbow, chop, snap kick, each calculated, precise, meant to wear the giant down rather than drop him immediately.
Kane staggered a half-step.
Big E joined the fray instantly, blasting Kane across the back with a heavy double axe handle. The blow forced Kane to one knee but didn't drop him entirely.
Sandro smirked.
"Hit harder," he told Big E calmly.
Big E grinned wickedly, grabbed Kane by the mask, and slammed a knee into Kane's face.
Wade Barrett kept Christian pinned down with brutal stomps. Kofi had Cody in the corner, kneeing him repeatedly to ensure he didn't interfere. The numbers game wasn't just present, it was dominant. Morrison and Truth fought with heart, effort, desperation… but Drew and Ryback had raw power on their side.
Todd's voice cracked with frustration.
"They're trying! Morrison and Truth are trying their hardest but the numbers are just too much!"
Striker yelled, "And Sandro and Big E have Kane staggered! Kane is the World Heavyweight Champion, and even HE is barely surviving!"
Kane threw an uppercut out of nowhere, catching Big E under the chin and sending him stumbling back.
The fans exploded with cheers.
But Sandro wasn't caught off guard.
He sidestepped Kane's attempt to rise and blasted him with a spinning back elbow right against the jaw.
Kane dropped to both knees again.
Morrison tried to rally, diving off the ropes with a springboard kick to Ryback, but Drew caught him mid-air and slammed him violently to the mat. Truth punched wildly at Ryback, but Ryback absorbed the hits and planted Truth with a spine-shattering powerslam.
Drew barked at Ryback.
Ryback nodded.
They turned toward Kane together.
And at the same time, Big E regrouped, shaking his jaw before stomping toward the downed World Heavyweight Champion.
Four men against one.
The fans screamed for help.
But none came.
Kane threw an arm up, trying to stand, but Drew hammered him with a knee. Ryback smashed Kane across the back. Big E clubbed him down. Sandro stepped back, watching, calculating, letting his soldiers wear down the titan.
Kane roared, pushing up with monstrous strength, screaming in pure resistance—
But four men tore him down again.
Todd sounded sick. "They're going to injure him! They're going to injure the World Heavyweight Champion!"
Striker added, "And where is the rest of the locker room?! Someone HAS to stop this!"
Almost on cue, the titantron flickered.
The arena dimmed slightly as the camera feed cut to the backstage locker room.
Todd and Striker both froze.
The crowd gasped.
Because the scene on the titantron was absolute destruction.
The SmackDown male locker room was a warzone. Furniture overturned. Benches cracked. Equipment scattered. And SmackDown superstars, some midcarders, some rising talents, a few veterans, were on the floor, holding their ribs, heads, backs, grimacing in pain, some barely conscious.
Someone had already cleared the backstage battlefield before the segment even began.
Striker whispered, horrified, "No… no, no… don't tell me… don't tell me this is what I think… don't tell me the Undisputed System—"
Todd answered, "This HAS to be their doing! Who ELSE could have done this tonight?!"
Back in the ring, Kane let out one last growl of defiance, somehow forcing his way to a kneeling position. He was wobbling, dazed, blood from his lip, but he was Kane, the Big Red Machine, and even beaten down, he refused to lie flat. All of them began stomping the life out of him.
Striker said in horror, "The numbers… the numbers are ending this. Kane is down! THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IS DOWN!"
Until Sandro lifted a hand.
Everything stopped.
Sandro wanted Kane for himself.
Kane lifted his head slowly, breathing heavy, dazed yet defiant.
Sandro stepped close.
Very close.
Then he whispered something.
No one heard except Kane.
But Kane's eyes widened.
Sandro backed up three steps.
He pointed at Kane, signaling for the Undisputed System to stand down.
Todd could barely speak.
"Sandro is telling them to let Kane stand up… oh no…"
Kane tried to push himself up, arms trembling, ribs bruised, body aching.
He rose to one knee.
Just one.
Sandro sprinted toward the ropes behind Kane.
Bounced off.
And then—
CRACK.
He SLID forward—
his elbow slicing through the air—
AND STRUCK KANE DIRECTLY IN THE BACK OF THE SKULL.
A devastating elbow strike, brutal and surgical.
Kane's head snapped violently.
His body went limp instantly.
The audience gasped, screamed, cursed.
Todd yelled, "GOOD GOD, HE NEARLY DECAPITATED HIM!"
Striker shouted, "That wasn't a wrestling move, that was an EXECUTION!"
Kane collapsed face first. Unmoving. Sandro rose slowly, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his jaw, eyes glimmering with sick pride.
The crowd booed louder than they had all night. DEAFENING hatred. And Sandro loved every second.
He picked up the microphone Heyman had slid into the ring earlier.
He looked down at Kane's unconscious body.
Then at Christian.
Then at Cody.
Then at Morrison and Truth.
Then at the entire arena.
And he spoke calmly.
"So this…" he said, breath steady, "…is how your SmackDown ends tonight." The crowd kept booing. Sandro continued. "You stand before the Undisputed System, and you fall. Every show. Every brand. Every champion."
He tapped the United States title.
"This is only the beginning."
He pointed to the sky.
"And all of you are going to watch us take EVERYTHING."
But before he could say anything else—
The SmackDown theme hit.
The titantron lit up. Out stepped THEODORE LONG, furious, flanked by security guards, referees, and officials. The crowd cheered wildly. Teddy held a mic. "Sandro! UNDISPUTED SYSTEM!" Teddy shouted, walking down the ramp with authority. "I don't know who the hell gave you permission to come to SMACKDOWN and run wild like this, but playa… this ends NOW!"
_______________________________
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 & 1x Mr. Money In The Bank
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0