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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."
Back in the ring, Ryback and Barreta started things off. Ryback immediately bulldozed him with a shoulder tackle, sending Barreta halfway across the ring.
"I think I felt that in my spine," Alexa said, laughing.
Barreta got up groggily, only to be caught in a military press from Ryback, who strutted to the center before slamming him down hard.
Curt Hawkins begged for a tag, but Ryback dragged Barreta away and tagged in Big E, who entered the ring with a loud clap of his hands, grinning wildly.
"Now THIS is tag team wrestling," Wade declared.
Big E launched into a trio of suplexes, planting Barreta like a tent stake into the canvas.
Tag again. Ryback is back in. Double team. Spinebuster plus running splash combo. Cover.
ONE.
TWO—
Kickout!
The fans rallied. The Dudebusters weren't dead yet.
Barreta fought to his knees, then swung with a desperation enziguri that connected! Ryback staggered, and Barreta dove—
TAG!
Curt Hawkins leapt in, unloading with forearms on Ryback, then Big E! He ducked a clothesline, hit the ropes, then nailed Ryback with a dropkick to the knees, stunning the big man.
"Curt Hawkins is showing a little fire! How adorable!" Alexa mocked.
Hawkins went for his finisher, the Taste of Pain, but Big E yanked Ryback out of the ring to safety.
The Dudebusters didn't wait. They hit the ropes together and launched stereo suicide dives!
The crowd exploded!
Wade didn't skip a beat. "Well, that was reckless. Who dives into two tanks and expects to win a war?"
Back in the ring, after several momentum swings, Hawkins and Barreta actually hit their finisher combo, Barreta's springboard knee followed by Hawkins' elbow drop.
ONE!
TWO!
Alexa stood up, screaming, "NO!"
THR, NO!
Big E yanked the ref out of the ring!
The audience went wild with rage!
The ref shouted at Big E, but didn't disqualify him.
Alexa smirked. "Oh look at that. Referees these days. So lenient. So cooperative."
Ryback recovered in the ring. Clothesline from hell to Hawkins. Tag to Big E.
But before Big E could capitalize, the lights dimmed slightly and the familiar "SHOCK. THE. SYSTEM." echoed through the arena again.
The crowd erupted into boos as Sandro stepped out onto the ramp, dressed in his flawless black-and-gold suit with the TNA X Division Championship slung over his shoulder. He held a microphone, his smile wide and wicked.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Sandro began, his voice smug, dripping with glee, "I just thought I'd come out here and make things a little more... fun."
The crowd immediately caught on. Chants of "Bullshit!" filled the arena.
"From this point forward," Sandro continued, adjusting his shades, "this match will now be contested under no disqualification rules... but ONLY for Big E and Ryback."
Gasps. Then fury.
Sandro laughed. "That's right. Hawkins and Barreta? You two still need to follow the traditional rules. Rope breaks, count outs, all that jazz. But my boys? They can do whatever they want."
Inside the ring, Hawkins and Barreta looked like they'd been punched in the gut. They both shouted at Sandro from across the arena, but he just grinned wider.
As the Dudebusters argued with the ref and pointed at Sandro, Big E and Ryback slid back into the ring behind them.
LOW BLOWS.
Simultaneously, devastating low blows to both Hawkins and Barreta.
The crowd nearly rioted. The sound was thunderous, hostile.
"Oh! OH! What a coincidence!" Wade cackled. "I guess their luck just ran out."
"You know what they say, Wade," Alexa added. "Play stupid games, win painful prizes."
With the referee helpless to intervene, Ryback and Big E began their onslaught. Steel chairs were pulled from under the ring. Kendo sticks followed.
Barreta tried to crawl away, but Ryback cracked a chair over his back with a sickening CRACK.
Hawkins attempted to pull himself up on the ropes, only to be met with a kendo stick to the ribs from Big E, followed by a chair shot across his shoulder blades.
"Beautiful teamwork," Wade said dryly. "This is what peak performance looks like."
"And this, kids," Alexa chimed in, "is what happens when you try to step into a ring with gods."
The punishment didn't stop. Another double team. Big E lifted Barreta in the Big Ending setup while Ryback came off the ropes and hit a simultaneous running boot to the head on the way down.
Then they turned their attention to Hawkins.
Ryback picked him up and hoisted him into the Shell Shock. Big E then tagged in and added insult to injury, following with a second Big Ending onto Hawkins' already crumpled body after receiving the Shell Shock.
The fans were livid, screaming, throwing trash, and chanting obscenities. But Sandro at the ramp simply clapped slowly, watching the destruction like a satisfied emperor.
Finally, Big E dropped to one knee and casually covered Hawkins with one hand.
The ref, clearly uncomfortable but bound by Sandro's new law, hesitated… then made the count.
ONE.
TWO.
THREE.
DING DING DING!
"Here are your winners… and STILL the FCW Tag Team Champions… BIG E AND RYBACK!"
The boos were nuclear.
Alexa rose from the commentary table and raised her title high.
"Undisputed. And unbeatable."
"I'd say we should start calling this a dynasty, wouldn't you, Alexa?" Wade grinned.
"Oh, we've passed dynasty. This is a regime."
In the ring, Big E and Ryback posed with their belts as the lights turned gold again. Sandro stood at the top of the ramp, lifting his arms as the rest of the Undisputed System's music blared. The chaos wasn't over.
It had only just begun.
After that was another match that proved Sandro's grip over FCW had slipped from calculated villainy into outright insanity. This time, the match featured two of FCW's women's division wrestlers, Eve Torres and Rosa Mendes.
From the moment their entrance themes hit, it was clear this wasn't going to be a regular contest. Both women emerged in attire that screamed glamor and seduction.
Eve in a tight, shimmering silver number with stiletto boots, and Rosa in a crimson corset style gear with thigh high stockings. The male fans in the arena whistled and cheered, happy at the sight, at least at first.
Wade Barrett chuckled as Eve entered the ring. "Well, I can't complain about the presentation."
"Oh, please," Alexa smirked, adjusting her blazer at the commentary desk. "They can look like that all they want. They're still not me."
But then the titantron flashed the rules of the match, and the mood shifted again.
"Match Rule: Competitors must act in a DORKY and COMEDIC manner to earn PINFALL permission from Alexa Bliss after hitting their finishing move."
The crowd went from hooting to confused laughter.
As the match began, both women tried to wrestle like usual, grappling, countering, showing their usual athleticism, but every time they hit a major move and tried to go for a pin, Alexa would casually stand up and shout, "Nope! Not dorky enough!"
Eve Torres, looking visibly humiliated, tried making exaggerated cartoonish faces after hitting her neckbreaker. She did a little cross eyed hop and pointed like a dorky mime. The crowd's reaction was instant, boos rained down.
"What is this garbage?!" someone near the ringside yelled.
Rosa Mendes, after hitting her spinning heel kick, did an awkward chicken dance before looking up to Alexa for approval.
Alexa smirked. "Hmmm... alright, I'll allow it."
Wade chimed in with mock seriousness, "Tactical brilliance by Rosa Mendes. Nothing says world class wrestling like flapping your arms like a duck."
The fans' cheers for the women's beauty had turned into groans of second hand embarrassment. Even those who were initially amused were now furious. It was a blatant mockery, not just of the match, but of the entire division.
"This," Wade commented as Eve performed a dorky robot dance after a dropkick, "is exactly what the women's division needed. A little humility."
Alexa laughed. "They want to be top of the food chain? They have to go through me first."
When Rosa finally hit another kick and followed it up with a goofy pratfall before pinning Eve, Alexa stood and declared, "I approve!" The referee made the count, and the match mercifully ended.
ONE. TWO. THREE.
The bell rang. But no one celebrated. The fans just booed.
Rosa rolled out of the ring looking humiliated despite the win. Eve sat up, clearly fuming, as the commentary team mocked them.
But there was no break from the chaos. Not tonight.
Because next up was another title match.
Though the fans had lost faith in tonight's card, they still mustered some excitement when the opening chords of Taylor Rotunda's theme hit.
The cheers surged as he emerged on the ramp, arms raised, smiling with confidence. A real wrestler. A fan favorite.
The ring announcer took the mic.
"Introducing the challenger… from Brooksville, Florida… weighing in at 234 pounds… TAYLOR ROTUNDA!"
Taylor slapped hands with fans on his way to the ring, clearly trying to inject some hope into the night.
But Alexa and Wade weren't having it.
"Oh look, it's Mr. Optimism," Wade said with a groan. "Maybe if he believes hard enough, Drew will just hand over the title."
"Please," Alexa rolled her eyes. "Taylor still thinks heart and hustle are enough. This isn't some Disney underdog movie. This is reality. And in reality, the Undisputed System rules everything."
The lights flickered.
Then died completely.
Then came the voice.
"SHOCK. THE. SYSTEM."
Golden lights flooded the ramp, and the crowd booed violently as Drew McIntyre stepped out, his FCW North American Championship resting on his shoulder like a trophy of war. He looked down the ramp with icy contempt.
The ring announcer declared, "And his opponent… representing the Undisputed System… from Ayr, Scotland… weighing in at 265 pounds… he is the FCW North American Champion… THE SCOTTISH PSYCHOPATH, DREW MCINTYRE!"
Drew didn't acknowledge the fans. He stormed to the ring, stepped through the ropes with purpose, and raised his title high from the second rope as gold spotlights gleamed off the belt.
Wade clapped slowly. "Now that's a champion. That's the look of a killer."
Alexa nodded. "This won't last five minutes. Drew's on another level. Taylor's just a warm up.".
The ref took the title from Drew, held it high for the audience, then handed it off to the ringside. He checked both men, then signaled for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Drew exploded out of his corner with a big boot, nearly taking Taylor's head off before the crowd had a chance to settle. Taylor flopped to the mat and scrambled to the ropes.
"Just like that!" Wade shouted. "What did I say? Drew doesn't wait. Drew demolishes."
Taylor fought back, ducking a second big boot and hitting a dropkick to Drew's knee. It staggered the champion. Taylor hit the ropes and came back with a flying forearm.
Drew stumbled.
Another dropkick.
The crowd started to believe again.
Taylor scaled the turnbuckle and hit a diving crossbody!
ONE!
TWO—
Kickout!
Alexa scoffed. "He really thought that would work?"
Drew got up furious. He lunged at Taylor with a Glasgow Kiss headbutt that sent Taylor crashing down in a heap due to the big impact.
The crowd gasped.
Drew picked Taylor up and tossed him like a sack of potatoes with an overhead belly to belly suplex. He stomped repeatedly, grounding the challenger like a worthless sack.
"Welcome to the deep end, Taylor," Wade said with cruel glee.
Taylor fought up, fists swinging, and managed to shove Drew into the corner, hitting a running clothesline. He backed up, hit a second!
Third time—
Drew caught him mid air and planted him with a spine shattering spinebuster onto the mat.
Cover.
ONE.
TWO.
Kickout!
"Credit to Taylor," Alexa allowed. "He's got the heart and spirit. But unfortunately, he's going to need a doctor for himself when Drew's done with him." Taylor just barely got to his feet when Drew lifted him up and our him down with a sit out powerbomb.
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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