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Sandro nodded. "The crown jewel. The TNA World Title. AJ Styles vs. Bobby Lashley. Lashley is injured after our beatdowns. On screen, I confront him. Tell him to either accept the match or be stripped of the title. We make it seem like a corporate ultimatum."
"And if he refuses?"
"Then he's painted as weak. But of course, he accepts. He's a fighter. He walks into a death trap. AJ takes the title. The fans go ballistic. The Undisputed System has every belt. We end the night with a segment of us all in the ring, covered in gold. The crowd was livid. The stage burning with boos."
The room was quiet for a moment.
Dixie looked around. "That's... big."
"It's damn risky," Jeff muttered. "But it's also damn entertaining."
Steve tapped the table. "You know what this reminds me of? The nWo when they were at their peak at WCW. But with more polish. And of course no talent egos and just sitting in a cushion contract."
Dusty exhaled slowly. "It'll piss off a lot of people."
Sandro met his eyes. "That's the point. Chaos, remember?"
Dusty grinned. "Hell, I ain't saying no."
Dixie finally smiled, flipping the packet shut. "Alright. You got the green light. But you better deliver. If the ratings dip or the crowd turns apathetic—"
"They won't," Sandro promised. "This is history. We're making people feel again. Hate us, love us, boo us, cheer us. As long as they feel."
Jeff stood, extending his hand. "Then it's settled. Start building the kingdom. Because it's going to be glorious when it falls."
Sandro shook it.
"Deal."
The Reign of Chaos was officially sanctioned. And the Undisputed System was ready to drag the wrestling world into their storm.
A day had passed since the storm was sanctioned, and Monday rolled in like a ticking time bomb.
The FCW crew bustled backstage with an energy unlike any other Monday. Technicians checked cables twice. Camera operators rehearsed panning shots. The production truck was live, with monitors flickering from one camera angle to another, while the lighting crew synced the stage cues on rhythm with a new playlist handed down by Sandro himself.
The creative team, however, was a different sight. They weren't shuffling notes around or scrambling last minute promo scripts as usual. No, today they were sitting in a conference room, heads down, nodding as they listened to a voice more powerful than theirs.
Sandro Zhang.
Flanked by Steve Keirn and Dusty Rhodes, with Jeff Jarrett and Dixie Carter tuning in via a nearby monitor, Sandro ran down the final match card like a maestro conducting a symphony of destruction. Each bout was deliberately skewed, every segment tailored with purpose, with chaos layered over mind games. The creative team simply followed.
The camera faded in on the FCW Monday Live Weekly Program as the theme blared, fireworks lit the ramp, and the crowd went wild, expecting answers, salvation, maybe hope.
But what they got was...
Wade Barrett and Alexa Bliss.
The moment the camera cut to the commentary table, the crowd's energy flipped like a light switch into fury. There they were, both seated behind the commentary desk, both dressed like smug royalty.
Wade in a tailored black suit, his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship placed front and center on the desk. Beside him, Alexa Bliss leaned forward with her FCW Divas Championship on display, clad in a sleek black blazer over a crimson blouse and matching mini skirt.
"Good evening, FCW Universe," Wade began, his British accent thick with sarcasm. "You're welcome to our show tonight."
Alexa smirked, raising a brow. "You are so very welcome. And what a night we've got ahead for you, right Wade? You might say... a reign of chaos."
The crowd responded with a thunderous downpour of boos, middle fingers, and angry chants.
Wade glanced at Alexa with a smirk. "They sound pleased, don't they Alexa?"
"No Wade, they sound jealous," she corrected with a wink. "Let's get one thing straight, folks. This isn't your grandma's FCW. This is the Undisputed System era. We run this now."
Then, without warning, the lights in the arena flickered, once, twice, and then cut entirely.
The arena plunged into darkness.
And then...
"SHOCK. THE. SYSTEM."
The entrance music hit like a hammer through glass, and the roof nearly came off from sheer rage.
Golden lights danced across the stage. The screen blared the Undisputed System logo. The audience erupted in loud, venomous boos as Sandro Zhang emerged onto the ramp.
Alone.
He was dressed to the nines, an obsidian black suit with intricate golden thread embroidery glinting under the lights. A golden aviator sat perched on his nose, and his TNA X Division Championship rested proudly on his left shoulder. In his right hand, he held a microphone.
The boos only grew louder as he descended the ramp, unbothered, eyes hidden behind those shades, a predator disguised in tailored luxury.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the ring announcer boomed over the sound system, clearly reading from a new script, "please welcome the King of FCW and TNA Wrestling... the TNA X Division Champion... Sandro Zhang!"
The fans rained down hate. Booing. Screaming. Chanting.
Sandro smirked.
He walked up the steel steps, entered the ring like he owned it, and casually leaned against the ropes closest to the commentary table. He blew a loving kiss in Alexa's direction.
Then, stepping to the center of the ring, he slowly raised the microphone.
"Well, well, well," Sandro said, voice soaked in smug authority. "Look at this crowd. All fired up. All ready to pray for a miracle. But I've got news for you..."
He paused, pulling down his shades and staring directly into the camera.
"There are no miracles left. Not here. Not in FCW. Not in TNA. Because I, no we, own this place now."
The boos were deafening.
"Last Saturday, we didn't just win. We took. We took your hopes. Your heroes. Your last line of defense. And while you cried and screamed online, I was in a boardroom. With Steve. With Dusty. With Dixie. With Jeff."
He paced slowly.
"And I handed them a little contract. A small piece of paper. It said one thing, 'Sandro Zhang is now General Manager of FCW and TNA until Forbidden Door.' That's right. I have absolute authority over both brands."
The crowd didn't believe it. Chants of "Liar! Liar!" echoed through the building.
Sandro chuckled.
"Don't believe me?"
He pointed to the titantron.
With a buzz, the screen changed. There, blown up for all to see, was a scanned document, official letterhead, contractual terms, and four signatures.
Steve Keirn. Dusty Rhodes. Dixie Carter. Jeff Jarrett.
Signed. Sealed. Delivered.
The arena gasped.
"Now," Sandro said, sliding his shades back on, "I think that earns me a new title. Not just the TNA X Division Champion. Not just the leader and architect of the Undisputed System. But your King. The King of FCW. The King of TNA."
He threw his arms out wide.
"And this? This is my kingdom."
The audience erupted in raw fury.
"Boo all you want. Scream. Cry. Tweet your little hashtags. You can't stop what's already begun. The Undisputed System members all have a belt except one. And trust me, that is being taken care of too. AJ Styles will deal with that very soon."
He grinned. That same hated grin.
"So sit back, take a deep breath, and soak it all in. Because tonight, on FCW Monday Live, I've booked a show just for you. You're going to see title defenses. You're going to see surprises. You're going to see dominance."
He gestured toward the commentary table.
"Wade. Alexa. Take it away for the fans watching at home. Let's give these people the best damn nightmare they've ever had."
Sandro dropped the mic, the Undisputed System music hitting again, and he stepped through the ropes, taking his time as he returned to the back, his kingdom ablaze in rage behind him.
The Reign of Chaos had begun.
And the world was watching.
After Sandro's now infamous promo, quickly dubbed the "Promo of the Chaos King" across fan forums and wrestling message boards, the show descended into the pure madness he had promised.
The live audience, still fuming from the reveal of his new authority, now found themselves trapped in a world Sandro had meticulously constructed.
The opening match was absurd from the start.
On the titantron, a set of rules flashed onscreen with dramatic flair, "Match Rule: To win, a competitor must shout the name of their finishing move before performing it. Failure to do so results in IMMEDIATE DISQUALIFICATION."
At first, the fans laughed. They thought it was some elaborate joke. A troll moment to set the tone. But the laughter died quickly when the competitors actually played along.
Wrestlers sprinted across the ring, yelling out things like "SUPERKICK!" or "TWIST OF FATE!" mid run, only to be cut off, reversed, or sometimes disqualified outright for forgetting to say the move name.
Within five minutes, the crowd's mood changed from confused amusement to visible agitation. Chanting began — "REFUND!" followed by "FCW! TNA! FCW! TNA!" and eventually just loud, rhythmic booing. But the match continued under these clownish rules, with the wrestlers clearly uncomfortable, as if forced into the lunacy by a script penned by Sandro himself.
When the match mercifully ended, ironically due to a finisher not being shouted properly, the fans erupted in a mixture of groans and mock cheers.
But Sandro wasn't done. Not even close.
The titantron crackled and buzzed to life. A pre recorded segment began to play, showing Sandro in a lavish, dark lit office, lounging in a velvet chair with his championship gleaming in the background. He swirled a glass of champagne slowly, legs crossed, wearing the same black and gold suit from earlier.
He watched the nonsense unfolding on a monitor and smiled.
"Oh, I love this," he murmured, clearly savoring the fans' pain. "Isn't it beautiful? Watching you suffer through it all. You asked for chaos. This is what it looks like. This is my kingdom. You want real wrestling? You'll have to EARN it back. And until then... keep screaming."
The crowd lost it.
And just when they thought it couldn't get any worse, more matches followed with equally ridiculous stipulations. One match could only end via submission, but only if it was done with the left hand. Another involved a ten second dance break after every successful grapple. The crowd was nearing rebellion.
But then, a glimmer of hope or perhaps just a moment of clarity came.
The lights flickered again. The arena darkened.
"SHOCK. THE. SYSTEM."
The golden lights flared, and out came two hulking figures Big E and Ryback.
Both wore their FCW Tag Team Championships around their waists. Their walk was slow, deliberate, and powerful, exuding dominance. They were the executioners of the Undisputed System's will, and they knew it.
The ring announcer, now fully bought into the script or simply trying to keep his job, raised the mic.
"Introducing first, representing the Undisputed System... at a combined weight of 571 pounds... they are the FCW Tag Team Champions... BIG E AND RYBACK!"
Boooooooooo!
The crowd let them have it as the pair entered the ring, raising their belts with smug defiance before retreating to their corner, arms folded.
Then, a fresh theme hit the arena speakers.
The Dudebusters.
The fans cheered, genuinely. A real team. A throwback. A chance, perhaps, at something real.
Curt Hawkins and Trent Barreta came through the curtain with energy, slapping hands with fans and hyping up the crowd as they made their way down.
"And their opponents, at a combined weight of 430 pounds... CURT HAWKINS AND TRENT BARRETA... THE DUDEBUSTERS!"
They slid into the ring and posed, soaking in the moment before turning serious. The referee took the titles, held them up for the audience, and then handed them off to the ringside before signaling for the bell.
DING DING DING!
"Oh great," Wade Barrett said sarcastically from commentary. "The Dudebusters. How terrifying."
Alexa Bliss scoffed, leaning forward. "Honestly, Wade, I didn't even know they were still signed. Is this a WWE Make a Wish night or something?"
"Truly inspiring I should say," Wade continued mockingly. "Two wrestlers, one relegated from the WWE and the other was a low career with no fame, trying to reclaim relevance by facing the most dominant tag team in modern wrestling. I'm sure this will go well."
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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