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Then they saw Alexa laughing, making them realize it was all done by Alexa and must be a backup plan. The gold glinted under the lights as the crowd erupted in boos. Sandro spun around. Bray Wyatt, who had leaned forward through the ropes, ready to grab Sandro, was suddenly cracked in the face with the X Division title.
THWACK!
A sickening, metallic smack echoed through the arena.
Bray's body went limp, and he collapsed backward into the ring.
Lashley turned around too late.
Sandro ran forward and hit a precision dropkick to Lashley's knee, knocking him off the apron.
The referee missed it all.
Sandro slid back into the ring, flung the title out of sight, and dragged Bray into position.
He climbed the turnbuckle.
Top rope.
The fans booed louder.
He jumped.
DOWNFALL DDT FROM THE TOP ROPE!
He hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
BRAY WYATT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED.
The arena exploded—
In rage.
The boos were deafening. Fans pelted the ring with jeers. Alexa screamed in glee. Sandro staggered up to his feet, bruised, exhausted, but grinning from ear to ear.
Now it was one on one.
Sandro Zhang. Bobby Lashley.
The leader of the Undisputed System and the TNA X Division Championship.
The TNA World Heavyweight Champion.
The two men are the last standing for each of their own teams.
Lashley climbed the steps slowly, dragging his body back into the ring. His face was a mask of quiet fury. His chest expanded with deep, deliberate breaths. Across from him, Sandro leaned in the opposite corner, shaking out his arms, blood smeared faintly on his cheek, and fatigue written all over him.
They stared each other down, the past fifty minutes of chaos and violence culminating in this one moment. Neither said a word.
The crowd erupted into dueling chants.
"LET'S GO LASHLEY!"
"SANDRO SUCKS!"
LET'S GO LASHLEY!"
"SANDRO SUCKS!"
They circled. Slow. Measured. Like two wolves, each too proud to blink first.
Then, they charged.
The lock up was explosive, and Lashley used his superior strength to force Sandro into the turnbuckles. The referee called for a break. Lashley complied, for a second. Then he let loose with a flurry of shoulder thrusts into Sandro's midsection.
One. Two. Three.
Sandro slumped, gasping.
Lashley whipped him into the opposite corner and followed with a massive clothesline. Sandro stumbled out, right into a delayed vertical suplex that shook the canvas.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Sandro.
Lashley stayed on him. Hitting a huge backdrop suplex. Then a running powerslam. But each time Sandro kicked out, barely, gritting his teeth in defiance.
Sandro managed to rake Lashley's eyes when the referee's view was obstructed, creating a moment of space. He hit a quick snap DDT. Then followed by a leaping knee, and then a neck breaker before going for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Lashley powered out.
They were both wearing down now. Their attacks are slower, each blow costing more energy. Sweat soaked their gear. Breathing came in rasps.
Lashley tried for the Dominator.
Sandro elbowed out.
Sandro tried the Downfall DDT launching himself to the top turnbuckle.
Lashley reversed into a massive spinebuster.
AJ Styles, Bray Wyatt, Big E, Samoa Joe, Jeff Jarrett, Drew McIntyre, Kofi Kingston, Wade Barrett, Sheamus, and Ryback, everyone who had been part of this match had left their mark. But this was it. No more help. No more tricks.
Or so they thought.
Sandro stumbled back toward the ropes, holding his neck, eyes scanning for something, anything.
And then he saw it.
Alexa.
She was crouched near the announce table, holding the TNA X Division Title once more, its golden surface catching the light.
She looked up at Sandro.
Their eyes locked.
She tossed it toward him.
But before it could reach him—
A hand caught it.
Dusty Rhodes.
The crowd went wild as The American Dream, red faced and furious, ripped the title from mid air and held it out of Alexa's reach.
Alexa screamed, furious.
"Give it back! Give it back right now!"
Dusty shook his head. "Not tonight, darlin'."
The camera zoomed in as the two stood toe to toe. Alexa jabbing a finger in Dusty's face, Dusty holding firm.
Back in the ring, both Lashley and Sandro turned to look.
The referee did too, leaning over the ropes.
Then, it happened.
SMACK!
Alexa slapped Dusty Rhodes across the face.
The crowd gasped, half in horror, half in shock.
The referee immediately turned to the ringside, yelling at Alexa, motioning for her to leave. Dusty, stunned, backed up a step, clutching his cheek.
Lashley stared at Alexa in disbelief.
And Sandro?
Sandro saw his opening.
He backed up slowly, measuring Lashley.
Then, with a sudden burst of violence, he launched forward and nailed a big kick low blow onto Lashley.
The crowd booed so loudly the ring shook.
Lashley fell to his knees, groaning in agony, as he held his lower part.
Sandro didn't even blink.
He climbed to the top turnbuckle.
Taunting.
Waiting.
"GET UP!" he screamed at Lashley.
Lashley staggered.
Sandro leaped off.
DOWNFALL DDT FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
Lashley's head spiked to the mat.
Sandro didn't even bother to pin.
He dragged himself up the turnbuckle again.
The crowd chanted "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!" but he ignores it.
Another Downfall DDT.
Then a third.
After that, Sandro got himself up as he goes stood in the corner, breathing like a bull, snarling.
He repeatedly tapped his left shoulder with his right hand.
Mocking Lashley's pose.
The crowd knew what was coming.
Sandro waited.
Lashley, groggy and wounded, pulled himself up on instinct.
Sandro charged.
SPEAR!
He hit Lashley with Lashley's own move.
The ring rattled.
He hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
THE BELL RANG.
DING DING DING!
The crowd was white hot with fury.
The ring announcer seeing this announced the result of the match, voice nearly drowned out by the boos.
"Here is your winner and sole survivor of Team Undisputed System… The TNA X Division Champion... Sandro Zhang!"
Alexa jumped into the ring, throwing her arms around Sandro. The two collapsed to their knees in the center of the ring, Sandro holding up one finger—
One survivor.
One king.
But the cheers?
There were none.
Only the bitter sound of boos, fans throwing up middle fingers, shouting, some even tossing trash.
Sandro didn't care.
He held up the TNA X Division Championship in one hand. Alexa raised her FCW Divas Championship.
Dusty stood on the outside, still fuming, shaking his head, mouthing something at himself seeing the most of the last hop of FCW and TNA.
Inside the ring, Lashley stirred.
He turned himself up slowly, pain written all over his face.
Sandro walked over and stood above him, holding the TNA X Division title to his own chest. Then, for a final insult, he stepped over Lashley and walked away with Alexa beside him.
The war was over.
The Undisputed System got the win.
But the cost? The damage? The fallout?
That's what everyone was thinking on for FCW and TNA.
The bell had barely stopped ringing when the aftershocks of the war between Team FCW & TNA and the Undisputed System spilled into the real world as the wrestling world outside the arena erupted into chaos.
Twitter blew up immediately. Hashtags like #UndisputedSystem, #LastHopeFailed, #FCWTakeover, and #EndOfAnEra climbed to the top of the trending charts, not only in the United States but globally. Wrestling fans from Japan to the UK, from Mexico to Australia, all had something to say about what they had just witnessed.
"They took everyone out. Lashley, Sheamus, Jeff, Kofi, Bray, and Joe. All gone. Who the hell is left?" one tweet read, garnering over 25,000 likes within an hour. Another fan tweeted a picture of Dusty Rhodes looking heartbroken, captioned, "The face of a man watching his house burn down."
On the FCW Official Forum, dozens of threads were created within minutes of the match ending. Titles ranged from "Is this the death of FCW?" to "Sandro is UNTOUCHABLE now," and "Alexa Bliss might be the most dangerous woman in wrestling currently."
A pinned thread titled "Post March Fallout Discussion" quickly garnered hundreds of replies. The top comment read:
"I hate to say it but they won fair and square or at least, they knew how to cheat better. This wasn't just a match. It was a power grab. We saw the future tonight."
TNA's own forum wasn't much different. The tone was dire. One long time member wrote:
"They used our belts. Our platforms. Our legends. And made a mockery of it all. If Jarrett doesn't answer this next week, I'm done."
Wrestling analysts jumped in to offer their takes. Some via podcasts, others through blog posts, and YouTube videos that were uploaded within hours.
Wrestling Insider's late night podcast, "The Ring Rope Roundtable," had this to say, "Tonight wasn't just about Sandro winning. It was about FCW and TNA losing everything. Their top stars, their moral ground, even their damn crowd. The Undisputed System didn't just steal a win, they stole the narrative."
Another popular wrestling commentator known as "Lock Up Larry" wrote on his blog, "This is the kind of loss you don't walk away from. This was a systematic takedown. If FCW doesn't retaliate hard, the Undisputed System will become the new foundation of this company."
Even current wrestlers and legends chimed in.
Booker T tweeted, "What the hell did I just watch. Somebody better check on Dusty. #Disrespectful"
Tommy Dreamer posted, "There's heat and then there's this. FCW and TNA need a miracle."
As the night went on, speculation ran wild about what this meant for both companies. Rumors began circulating on the internet and inside wrestling news circles. A few insiders suggested that major backstage meetings had already begun.
Emergency creative sessions were supposedly underway to formulate a response, some saying Steve Keirn, Dusty Rhodes, Jeff Jarrett, and even Dixie Carter were going to appear together next week to address the lost or should all say crisis.
But for now, the Undisputed System had planted its flag. They had declared themselves the dominant force in professional wrestling. And they had done so not through honor or grit, but through strategy, brutality, and an absolute disregard for the rules.
Sandro Zhang, holding the TNA X Division Title high, had not just won a match. He had executed a hostile takeover.
As the final seconds of the pay per view ticked away, one last tweet seemed to sum up the night for everyone.
"Heroes fall. Systems rise. Tonight... evil won."
Meanwhile, backstage, the chaos of the crowd had finally quieted behind thick concrete walls. The camera feed was long gone. The lights dimmed. But tension still lingered in the air.
Bodies, still sweating, still panting, moved like echoes of war. Wrestlers pulled off tape, unfastened boots, and took swigs of water as trainers checked bruises and iced joints.
The aura of character had been shed. Personas dropped. What remained were just people, exhausted, battered, some jubilant, others quietly defeated.
Steve Keirn stood with his arms folded near the catering table, nodding slowly. The man who had seen eras come and go now watched one shifting in real time.
Dusty Rhodes was with him, a cold towel draped over the back of his neck. Jeff Jarrett leaned against a crate, arms crossed, his jaw tight. Dixie Carter stood in heels far too sharp for the hour, her expression cool but alert. All of them had gathered.
The doors opened, and in walked Sandro Zhang with Alexa Bliss by his side. Behind him trailed AJ Styles, Big E, Ryback, Wade Barrett, and Drew McIntyre, still damp, still sore, but unmistakably victorious.
The Undisputed System, in all its real world glory, entered not like monsters, but like athletes who knew what they'd just pulled off was historic.
"Hell of a show," Steve said first, offering a nod to Drew. "You boys brought the roof down."
"You mean we burned it down," Sandro replied with a faint grin, dropping his wrist tape into a nearby bin.
Dusty didn't smile. He looked directly at Sandro. "You pushed it tonight, kid. You pushed it far."
Sandro shrugged, not defensively, but as if accepting that the road they were walking now had no brakes. "Sometimes you've got to lean into the storm, Dusty. You taught me that. I just followed exactly what you taught me."
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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