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He turned slightly, motioning to the group behind him. "That's why I built the Undisputed System. To destroy the old one. To burn down this rigged game and rebuild it with people who see the truth. People like you." The crowd in the Impact Zone booed audibly. At home, thousands more voiced the same outrage on social media.
"AJ, you see it now, don't you?" Sandro continued. "The fans have abandoned you. The officials? Silent. They don't care. But I do. I know you. I know what you're capable of. I know what you're feeling. And I see myself in you. That's why I'm asking... no, inviting you."
He stepped even closer, lowering his voice like a whisper meant only for AJ.
"Join me. Join us. Help me save this place. Help me save FCW. Help me save TNA. From the fans. From the fake heroes. From a system that only rewards puppets and discards those who don't listen for a tiny bit or want to be different."
The silence that followed was thick.
AJ stared at him. There was no snark. No anger. Just conflicted expressions. Inside, something was stirring in AJ Styles when he heard that.
Sandro didn't press further. He simply placed a firm hand on AJ's shoulder and squeezed his shoulder in the form of support.
"You don't have to answer now. Say it before or after our match. I'll... no, we'll be waiting."
And just like that, Sandro turned, nodding once to his team. The Undisputed System exited the frame like shadows fading from light.
AJ stood still.
His fingers slowly curled around his phone again.
But his eyes didn't move. They stayed fixed on the corridor the Undisputed System walked out of.
The boos grew louder in the arena.
Mike Tenay's voice broke in from commentary, "If there's one man you don't want whispering in your ear, it's Sandro. That man has a way with words let me tell you."
Don West followed quickly, "The temptation is real, Mike. He didn't just offer AJ a spot. He offered him validation. Something that AJ didn't feel in the past week from the fans."
Backstage, the red light on the camera went dark. And the world waited to see what AJ would do next.
Meanwhile, as soon as the camera's red light went dark and the segment ended, the tension evaporated like mist under a morning sun. AJ broke the silence first, cracking a grin as he turned toward Sandro with a shake of the head.
"Man," AJ said, slapping Sandro lightly on the chest. "You could be one of the best damn talkers I've ever stood across from. I don't even know how you do it. You sound like either the devil or a god whispering in someone's ear depending on the day. That promo felt like I was being baptized and cursed at the same time."
Everyone within earshot burst out laughing.
Alexa covered her mouth with a giggle. Wade let out a bark of laughter. Even Big E was wheezing with his hands on his hips. The producers and members of the creative team, who had watched the segment from the sidelines, nodded and murmured among themselves in agreement.
Because what AJ said wasn't exaggerated. The writing on the page had been solid, but Sandro? Sandro made it feel like gospel. It wasn't what he said, it was how he said it. The timing, the tone, and the calmness in his delivery mixed with intensity behind his eyes. He wasn't just acting.
He was convincing.
Sandro gave a modest chuckle, casually waving it off. "Guess it's just one of those talents, man," he replied, knowing full well that it wasn't just talent.
It was one of the three divine gifts he had been granted before his reincarnation into this alternate Earth.
Gifts he never talked about. Never would. They were his secret, etched into the marrow of his soul. The ability to sway people, to move them without force, was one of those gifts. And like any true power, he wielded it not recklessly, but with purpose.
Moments later, one of the TNA producers stepped forward with a clipboard and headset. "Alright, great work guys. That was golden. Sandro, AJ, you two go get ready for the main event. We're right on schedule. And don't forget the surprise."
AJ and Sandro shared a knowing look.
"Oh, we haven't forgotten," Sandro said with a wink.
AJ smiled, then reached out and extended his hand. Sandro met it firmly, the two shaking before bumping fists.
And then, just like that, they split off. Two warriors are heading toward the final battle of the night.
Segments and matches played out in the ring over the next hour and a half. High flying cruiserweights, tag team brawls, and story driven promos kept the energy in the arena high.
But there was a tension that remained in the air, like a storm that hadn't quite broken yet. The opening segment had lit a fire under the audience, and the buzz hadn't left since.
And finally, it was time.
The lights dimmed.
Gold flickered across the arena.
BOOM.
"SHOCK. THE. SYSTEM."
The Undisputed System's theme hit like a thunderclap.
Boos erupted instantly, but it didn't matter. It was heat. Pure, molten heat. Out came Sandro in full ring gear, sleek, black, gold trimmed tights, his signature coat hanging off his shoulders. He was flanked by his kingdom.
Alexa Bliss is in her stunning black and gold women's suit with her FCW Divas title slung over her shoulder. Wade Barrett in a dark tailored blazer with the FCW Florida Heavyweight title shimmering at his waist.
Drew McIntyre in a sharp suit, FCW North American title across his shoulder like a badge of conquest. Big E and Ryback followed, both in matching tailored outfits, each holding their share of the FCW Tag Team Championships.
They looked less like wrestlers and more like royalty.
The bell rang three times.
The ring announcer stood in the center, microphone raised.
"The following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening! And it is scheduled for ONE FALL… and it is for the TNA X Division Championship!"
Boos grew louder. The hate was real.
The announcer continued.
"Introducing first, the challenger. Accompanied by the FCW Divas Champion Alexa Bliss, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion Wade Barrett, the FCW North American Champion Drew McIntyre, and the FCW Tag Team Champions Big E and Ryback… representing the Undisputed System… from Orlando, Florida… weighing in at 220 pounds… Sandro Zhang!"
Sandro raised both arms wide in the center of the ring, spinning slowly, drinking in the hatred like wine. Behind him, the entire faction raised their titles high on the ring apron.
Power.
Then, as they stepped off the apron, the music changed.
AJ Styles' theme hit.
And the arena ignited.
Not everyone cheered, some still hadn't forgiven AJ for last week, but the energy was undeniable.
Out came AJ Styles, dressed in his signature hooded vest, the TNA X Division title strapped tightly around his waist. He paused at the top of the ramp, then slowly lowered his hood and extended both arms wide.
"And introducing the champion! From Gainesville, Georgia… weighing in at 218 pounds… he is the reigning and defending TNA X Division Champion… AJ STYLES!"
AJ marched down the ramp with laser focus. No high-fives. No acknowledgements. He was here for the war.
He slid into the ring, did his pose on the second rope, then removed the X Division title and handed it to the referee. He never once looked away from Sandro.
The ref raised the belt high.
This was it.
Sandro vs. Styles.
Legacy vs. Revolution.
FCW's Dark Messiah vs. TNA's Out Of Favor Prodigal Son.
The referee handed the title to the ringside crew and after ensuring both men were ready, signaled for the bell to officially start the match.
DING DING DING.
The bell rang.
Tension didn't just fill the arena, it cracked through it like lightning. Sandro and AJ Styles walked slowly to the center of the ring, eyes locked, each step dragging the air with it. The chants broke out almost instantly from the restless crowd.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
AJ and Sandro stood inches apart. Not a word yet, just the hum of the crowd buzzing like a live wire.
Then Sandro raised his arms, dramatically and slowly, eyes narrowed with that familiar edge of theatrical flair.
He shouted, voice booming so every fan in the Impact Zone and watching at home could hear, "Have you made your decision, AJ? Do I get your answer now? Or do I have to wait until the end of this match to know if you're coming home?"
The arena erupted in boos. Thunderous, venomous boos.
Mike Tenay was the first to speak from the commentary.
"Oh, give me a break, Sandro! He's not even trying to hide the manipulation anymore."
Don West followed quickly. "He's playing with him, Mike. He knows AJ's fragile. He knows AJ is questioning everything right now. And he's using it."
Back in the ring, Sandro kept his hands outstretched, head cocked slightly as if daring AJ to say yes, right there and then.
But AJ didn't say a word.
His fists clenched at his sides. His eyes lowered for a split second, then looked up into Sandro's face again. And then—
AJ took a single step forward.
He smiled.
The crowd gasped.
"Don't you dare," Mike Tenay said, almost begging. "Don't you sell out."
Even the Undisputed System at ringside leaned forward, expectant.
Sandro tilted his head, smiling like a man about to receive a coronation.
Then—
SLAP!
AJ Styles slapped Sandro hard across the face.
The sound echoed across the arena like a gunshot.
The crowd exploded into cheers.
Sandro's head turned with the impact. Alexa gasped. Wade cursed and slapped the apron. Big E and Ryback were seething. Drew gritted his teeth but kept his arms folded.
Mike Tenay shouted, "YES! YES! AJ didn't fall for it! He didn't sell his soul!"
Don West added, "What a relief, Mike. That was close. That was too close."
And yet—
Sandro didn't react with anger.
He just… smiled.
He touched his cheek, turned slowly, and looked at AJ with the calmest, warmest expression anyone had seen on him in months. It was unnerving.
And then Sandro placed one hand on AJ's chest and gave a light push.
AJ flopped backward like he'd been hit by a freight train.
The crowd went silent.
AJ didn't move.
The referee blinked in confusion, looking at AJ, then at Sandro.
Sandro casually dropped to his knees and hooked the leg.
The referee, still stunned, hesitated for a beat, but then began the count.
"ONE!"
The fans shouted.
"KICK OUT, AJ!"
"TWO!"
"NO! KICK OUT!"
"THREE!"
The bell rang.
Gasps.
Boos.
Utter disbelief.
The ring announcer, clearly unsure, made the call.
"Here is your winner... and NEW TNA X Division Champion... Sandro Zhang!"
For a second, it was as if the entire arena didn't believe what they'd seen.
Then the truth hit.
AJ had thrown the match.
Mike Tenay was stunned.
"He did it. He really did it. He sold out to Sandro."
Don West's voice cracked, "That was a setup, Mike. All of it. The slap. The fall. The pin. They played us. They played everyone like a rooster."
The Undisputed System at ringside burst into celebration.
Alexa Bliss ran to the timekeeper, snatching the TNA X Division title with a wide grin and slid into the ring. She handed it personally to Sandro and threw her arms around him. Sandro kissed her on the lips, then turned to face AJ, who was now getting to his feet slowly.
Sandro helped him up.
AJ grinned.
They shook hands in the center of the ring.
Then Sandro lifted AJ's arm with one hand and held the TNA X Division Championship high with the other.
The crowd poured out a level of hatred that hadn't been heard in TNA since its earliest days.
Mike Tenay shook his head. "AJ Styles has just chosen to align himself with the most dangerous group in wrestling today."
Don West added, "This was the final piece, Mike. This... this was the moment the Undisputed System became truly unstoppable in our industry." The rest of the Undisputed System climbed into the ring, one by one. Drew hugged AJ with a grin. Wade shook his hand. Big E gave him a chest bump. Ryback nodded approvingly with a smile.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: FCW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles
Faction: The Undisputed System
Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA X Division Champion