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He whipped Hunico across the ring but was caught with a sudden kick to the face. Hunico dove to his corner and tagged in Creed. The crowd erupted. Creed came in hot, flying clothesline to Sandro. Another dropkick. He bounced off the ropes and landed a spinning forearm smash.
Creed fired up, motioning to the crowd.
He went for the Honor Roll...
But Sandro ducked under and countered with a mid-air superkick that dropped Creed flat.
AJ reached out, hand extended. Sandro crawled over, tagged him in.
AJ jumped to the top rope, springboarded, and hit a 450 splash.
He covered.
1! 2! Kickout!
Creed wasn't done yet.
"Unbelievable resilience from Austin Creed!" one of the commentators exclaimed as the crowd burst back into life. "He just kicked out of a springboard 450! That's AJ Styles at his absolute best!"
"This is turning into a war," the second commentator replied. "And I don't think either team has hit their limit yet."
AJ slapped the mat in frustration but stayed composed. He stood up, pulling Creed with him. He whipped Creed into the ropes and went for a back body drop but Creed flipped mid air, landed on his feet, and nailed AJ with a stiff enzuigiri that caught him right behind the ear.
AJ staggered back, dazed.
Creed stumbled but found his footing. He grabbed AJ by the head and planted him with a sit out facebuster. The crowd counted with the ref.
1! 2! Kickout!
"AJ's still in it! Barely!"
Creed rolled over to his corner. Sandro pounded the turnbuckle pad, yelling for AJ to move, to recover. Hunico was leaning over the top rope, hand extended, shouting Creed's name.
Creed crawled, inch by inch, and leapt for the tag!
Hunico vaulted over the top rope, ran full speed at AJ, and blasted him with a running knee to the side of the head just as AJ turned around to face him.
"This is a statement match," the first commentator said. "They're throwing everything!"
Hunico grabbed AJ and hoisted him up into a fireman's carry. He spun and transitioned into a rolling Samoan drop, planting AJ into the canvas. The crowd roared as Hunico kipped up.
He ran to the ropes and springboarded off the middle rope with a moonsault and it landed clean!
Cover!
1! 2!
Sandro dove in and broke up the pin with a stomp to the back of Hunico's neck.
"Sandro saves the match for his team! That could've been it right there!"
The referee ushered Sandro back to the apron, warning him, but the damage was done. Hunico glared at Sandro as he picked AJ back up to continue his attack.
But AJ was playing possum, so he surprised everyone by suddenly hooking Hunico for a small package pin!
1! 2! Kickout!
"He almost stole it! AJ Styles almost stole it!"
Hunico exploded to his feet, but AJ rolled backward, hit the ropes, came back but got caught with a tilt a whirl backbreaker from Hunico!
Creed was screaming from the apron for a tag.
Hunico tagged him in again, and Creed leapt into the ring with fire in his eyes. He immediately ran at Sandro and knocked him off the apron with a forearm, drawing a pop from the crowd.
"Creed is bringing the house down!"
AJ staggered to his feet and was met with a thunderous clothesline that flipped him inside out.
Creed paced, then pointed to the top rope. The crowd came alive.
He climbed to the top turnbuckle, steadying himself. He launched—
Frog splash!
It connected!
He hooked AJ's leg deep.
1! 2!
Sandro dove in again, yanked Creed off, and dragged him by the foot out of the ring!
"Sandro again with the save! That's two pinfalls in a row he's prevented!"
Creed shoved Sandro backward, yelling at him, but Sandro suddenly rammed him spine first into the steel barricade, then flung him face first into the apron. The ref was distracted yelling at Sandro.
AJ rolled out of the ring, clutching his ribs, and slowly pulled himself upright.
Hunico ran around the corner to help Creed, but Ryback stepped in front of him, followed by Wade. Big E flanked them.
"Look at this! The rest of the Undisputed System closing in!"
The referee shouted, leaning out of the ring, trying to restore order.
Alexa yelled for them to back off, but the distraction was enough.
Sandro slid Creed back into the ring. AJ, now climbing the top rope, stood tall above him.
He leapt.
Springboard 450 again—
It connected!
But AJ didn't pin.
He rolled to the corner, tagged Sandro.
"Now here comes Sandro! The TNA X Division Champion wants the finish!"
Sandro stepped through the ropes slowly, grinning. Creed barely moved. The crowd was on its feet.
Sandro lifted Creed up slowly, talked trash to his face, and set him up for a big Piledriver.
But Creed suddenly hooked Sandro's leg and countered with an inside cradle!
1! 2! Kickout!
"HE ALMOST GOT HIM! Creed nearly snuck the win from the champion!"
Sandro kicked out with power, then immediately grabbed Creed by the hair and slammed him down. He signaled for the end again, pacing around Creed.
The crowd buzzed with anticipation, sensing the finish might be near but nothing in this match had gone down easy, and this next sequence would prove no different.
Creed crawled toward the ropes, trying to drag himself up, his body wracked with pain. Sandro stalked him, eyes narrowed. He pulled Creed up and whipped him into the corner turnbuckle with force that shook the entire ring. Creed's back arched in pain, but Sandro wasn't finished.
He climbed the turnbuckle slowly, methodically. The fans were on their feet again. He grabbed Creed's head, positioning him for what everyone recognized instantly as his finishing move.
"No way... he's going for his finisher of the top rope now?!" the first commentator shouted.
"Downfall DDT! He's setting it up to hit on Creed! This is madness!"
Sandro had Creed hooked under the arm, face pointed to the mat from the elevated height.
And then he leapt.
DOWNFALL DDT FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
Creed's skull bounced off the canvas with a sickening thud, and he crumpled motionless to the mat.
"OH MY GOD! That's it! That has to be it!" the second commentator screamed.
But Sandro didn't cover.
Instead, he rolled over, breathing heavily, and pointed to AJ.
AJ slapped his back, tagging himself in, and leapt to the top rope as Sandro crawled to the apron. Before AJ could even fly, he sprinted across the ring, jumped off the ropes, and launched a forearm that blasted Hunico off the apron and sent him crashing into the barricade.
"Hunico is down! Hunico is down! That was brutal!"
AJ then steadied himself on the top rope.
He looked out over the crowd, full of boos and curses, and smiled.
Then he launched.
SPINAL TAP!
The corkscrew diving somersault drop connected flush across Hunico's chest!
AJ hooked the leg deeply.
1! 2! 3!
The bell rang and the boos came pouring down from every direction.
"Here are your winners... the team of SANDRO ZHANG and AJ STYLES... THE UNDISPUTED SYSTEM!"
The Undisputed System theme hit again, sharp, industrial, and defiant, as AJ stood up, raising his hands. Sandro climbed back into the ring, looking like he felt a bit exhausted, but still holding his title belt.
Big E and Ryback jumped onto the apron with their FCW Tag Team title. Wade climbed in with his FCW Florida Heavyweight title. Alexa slid in with the FCW Divas Title still around her waist. Drew rolled in from the other side, holding the FCW North American Title.
The ring filled once again.
This time, with champions.
AJ was handed his new Undisputed System suit jacket, which he shrugged on proudly. Sandro raised his TNA X Division Championship high into the air, standing at the center of the ring, surrounded by gold.
"You may hate them, you may scream at your TV... but there is no denying it now," said one commentator. "The Undisputed System just sent another message, They are untouchable."
"They've taken over FCW. They've taken TNA by storm. They are the gold standard. And the scary part? I think they aren't done. Not even close."
Meanwhile, in the center of the ring, with gold glinting under the spotlights and the boos pouring down like rain, Sandro paced slowly, a cocky smirk on his face. His TNA X Division Title now slung over his left shoulder, sweat glistening on his brow from the war just fought.
The other members of the Undisputed System stood around him like a throne's guard, Big E and Ryback with the FCW Tag Team Championships strapped across their shoulders, Wade Barrett resting the FCW Florida Heavyweight Title against his chest, Drew McIntyre holding the FCW North American Title tightly, and Alexa Bliss clutching her FCW Divas Championship with poise. AJ Styles, still catching his breath, buttoned his new Undisputed System suit jacket with pride.
Sandro moved to the ropes and gestured toward the ringside crew. One of them handed him a microphone and, in a smooth motion, Sandro raised it to his lips.
The crowd roared with heat.
He took a long breath, the mic catching the sharp exhale. Then. "Tonight..."
He paused, looking around, letting the boos rain.
"Tonight was AJ Styles' initiation match under the banner of the Undisputed System. And just in this match alone... the man showcased improvement most wrestlers take years to achieve."
The crowd booed harder, drowning him briefly, but Sandro's confidence didn't waver.
"Oh, I hear you. Booing like sheep," he sneered. "But facts don't lie. The man just executed his first match with us... with precision, with confidence, with coordination. That 450, that Spinal Tap, all flawless."
AJ, standing beside him, nodded silently, face unreadable.
"You see... this is what happens when someone like AJ finally stops listening to you."
Sandro turned in a slow circle, gesturing toward the fans.
"All of you, the same people who used to chant his name, then turned on him the moment he took control of his own destiny. All of you... hypocrites. You were never loyal. And now that he's with us? He's focused. He's evolving. And he's no longer chasing your validation."
The crowd chanted, "YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!"
Sandro tilted his head and chuckled.
"No. No, he bought in. And tonight? You just saw the dividends."
The rest of the Undisputed System clapped, not sarcastically, but with genuine brotherhood. Alexa clapped slow and proud, giving AJ a wink. Big E slapped AJ on the back, and Ryback nodded his approval.
Then Sandro's face shifted. That playful arrogance gave way to something colder. Sharper.
"Now... let's talk about what we heard earlier tonight."
He turned and stared dead into the hard camera.
"Steve Keirn. Dusty Rhodes. Dixie Carter. Jeff Jarrett. The so called minds behind FCW and TNA. The legends. The bosses."
The fans cheered at the mention of the four execs.
Sandro laughed.
It started as a chuckle. Then it grew. Louder. Louder.
Then Wade, Drew, Big E, Ryback, and even Alexa and AJ joined in, a synchronized, mocking laugh that filled the arena.
The boos came crashing down.
"You really thought," Sandro said, shaking his head, "that walking out there and standing shoulder to shoulder like some noble round table... that threatening us with title forfeitures, that declaring a 'final war'... would scare us?"
He leaned over the top rope, one arm draped across it casually.
"You think that was going to intimidate us? The Undisputed System?"
He paused. Cold now.
"Let me make something crystal clear to all of you watching at home, and to the four of you suits back there polishing your authority, power, and influence while trying to rally what's left of your rosters."
He stepped back into the center of the ring, posture straight, eyes locked.
"This gold... every title you see right now in this ring... was not handed to us."
He pointed to each one, Drew's North American Title, Alexa's Divas Title, Big E and Ryback's Tag Titles, Wade's Florida Heavyweight title, and finally, his own TNA X Division Title. "These were earned. With blood. With sacrifice. With broken bones and sleepless nights. You think stripping us would erase that? You think a boardroom can invalidate what we built inside this ring?"
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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