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"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.
Taylor barely got to his feet when Drew lifted him into a sit out powerbomb.
BOOM.
Cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR—NO!
Taylor kicked out again.
The crowd roared.
But Drew wasn't worried. He pulled Taylor up slowly, smirking, then set him up for the Claymore.
Alexa leaned forward. "Here it comes."
Drew backed into the corner, pounding the mat.
Taylor staggered up.
DREW CHARGED—
Taylor ducked! Roll up pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Thr... Drew reversed into a pin of his own!
ONE!
TWO!
Taylor kicked out yet again!
Drew was frustrated by Taylor kicking out yet again. His glare intensified, the veins in his forehead flaring as he slammed the mat with both hands. The crowd fed on that frustration, rising to their feet and rallying behind Taylor with booming chants of "LET'S GO TAYLOR!" echoing across the arena.
"You can see it in Drew's eyes," Wade noted with a grin. "That's not just frustration... that's fury. And Taylor's about to pay for it."
Drew didn't hesitate. He pulled Taylor up and whipped him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a devastating tilt a whirl backbreaker that bent Taylor's spine unnaturally over Drew's knee.
Taylor cried out in pain but refused to quit.
Drew lifted him again, this time for a brutal German suplex that sent Taylor flipping across the ring.
"Ouch," Alexa chuckled. "Somebody's going to need a chiropractor."
Still, Taylor tried to fight back. He rolled out of the ring for a breather, but Drew was on him instantly, tossing him spine-first into the barricade. The referee barked at Drew to get back into the ring.
"Taylor may be breathing, but that's about all he's doing right now," Wade scoffed.
Back in the ring, Drew stalked him like a lion.
Taylor managed a sudden burst of offense, a jawbreaker followed by a quick enziguri that rocked Drew for a moment. Taylor then launched himself off the ropes for a diving crossbody—
Caught!
Drew caught him mid air yet again and delivered a thunderous sit out powerbomb.
BOOM.
Cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR — NO!
Taylor kicked out again!
The crowd erupted with cheers.
"This kid just won't stay down!" one fan screamed, caught on camera.
But Drew wasn't worried. He pulled Taylor up slowly, smirking, then backed into the corner. It was time.
Alexa leaned forward. "Here it comes."
Drew pounded the mat with his feet. One, two, three times.
Taylor staggered to his feet.
DREW CHARGED—
Taylor ducked and did another roll up pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE — Drew kicked out and reversed the situation into him hitting Taylor with a devastating Glasgow Kiss Headbutt before doing a pin of his own!
ONE!
TWO!
Taylor kicked out again!
Drew exploded up, eyes burning with fury. He charged Taylor with a lariat, but Taylor ducked and hit a standing dropkick! Then a second! He bounced off the ropes and hit a swinging neckbreaker!
The crowd roared, Taylor was alive!
He climbed to the top rope. Drew slowly stood up, and Taylor dove for a missile dropkick!
Connected!
Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Taylor clutched his head in disbelief. Drew rolled toward the ropes. Taylor charged, looking for his finisher—
But Drew slid out of the ring.
Then suddenly—
Drew grabbed his FCW North American Title from the timekeeper's area.
"Hey?! What are you doing?!" the ref shouted.
Taylor leaned over the ropes, trying to grab him.
WHAM!
Drew cracked the title across Taylor's head.
The referee instantly called for the bell.
DING DING DING!
"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification... TAYLOR ROTUNDA!"
The crowd exploded in cheers! Taylor had won!
But Drew didn't care. He stood in the ring, breathing heavily, title clutched tight in his hands.
Suddenly—
"SHOCK. THE. SYSTEM."
The Undisputed System theme blared again.
And out came Sandro again.
His TNA X Division Championship on his left shoulder, mic in hand, he wore a scowl of disappointment like a mask.
The boos were loud. Deafening.
Sandro stood at the top of the ramp, arms outstretched.
"Cut the music."
It stopped.
He raised the mic. "No. No. No. That's not how this works. That's not how ANY of this works."
The boos intensified.
"I did not sanction this match to end in a cheap disqualification. No. Drew McIntyre should NOT have been disqualified. So I am officially erasing the result of this match."
Shock. Then rage. The fans didn't expect Sandro and the Undisputed System to be this shameless.
Sandro continued. "This match will be restarted IMMEDIATELY... and it will now be EXTREME RULES for Drew McIntyre only."
The crowd erupted in white hot fury.
"Taylor Rotunda is still bound by standard rules. If he uses a weapon, he is disqualified."
Taylor sat in the ring, blood trickling from his forehead, eyes wide.
The fans booed louder than ever before.
"Booooooo!"
"You suck!"
"This is bullshit!"
Sandro ignored them all.
And instead of walking backstage... he started walking down the ramp.
"Wait, the boss is coming here?" Wade said with surprise.
Sandro circled the ring slowly, never breaking eye contact with Taylor, then grabbed a steel chair from under the ring.
He unfolded it... and set it beside Alexa Bliss before sitting on it.
He took his seat like a king watching a bloodsport.
"Welcome to the table, boss," Wade said smoothly.
Alexa leaned over and kissed Sandro on the cheek. "I love the way you make decisions."
Sandro smirked, raised his mic again, and looked directly at the referee.
"What are you waiting for? Restart the match. Now."
The ref hesitated.
"I SAID NOW."
The referee gulped... and signaled for the bell to be rung.
DING DING DING!
Drew immediately lunged across the ring, grabbing his title again and smashing it into Taylor's head for a second time.
Taylor crumpled.
The fans screamed in outrage.
"This is justice," Wade said. "This is order being restored."
Drew rolled out of the ring. Steel chair. CRACK across Taylor's spine.
Then a kendo stick.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Taylor writhed, trying to crawl away.
Then a sledgehammer hits Taylor on the head with a loud THUMP.
Alexa purred, "It's like art truly, watching him work."
Sandro grinned, leaning back.
Drew dragged Taylor to the corner and used the turnbuckle so Taylor could stand up, then grabbed a trash can from underneath the ring, and placed it over Taylor's head.
He backed into the far corner.
Ran full speed.
CLAYMORE!
The trash can dented inward violently. Taylor collapsed.
Drew pulled off the crushed trash can, dragged him into the center of the ring, and rolled him over.
Cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
"Here is your winner... and STILL the FCW North American Champion... THE SCOTTISH PSYCHOPATH, DREW MCINTYRE!"
The Undisputed System theme hit again.
The fans were on the verge of rioting.
Sandro stood, applauding slowly. Alexa clapped. Wade leaned into his mic.
"And THAT, ladies and gentlemen... is why we run this place."
Drew held his title high, blood smeared on his hands and sweat pouring down his face.
The crowd boos as the show continued on, but it was time for the main event, a title match that promised to be another chapter in the madness the FCW Universe had been suffering under the reign of the Undisputed System.
The lights dimmed slightly, then the opening chords of Tyler Black's theme echoed through the arena. A mixture of cheers and boos met him, a conflicted reception. Some fans couldn't forget his betrayal of Jon Moxley, but most cheered anyway, if only out of spite for the Undisputed System.
As Tyler Black emerged through the curtain, the camera zoomed in on his determined expression. His long black hair clung to his face as he marched with purpose down the ramp, absorbing both the adoration and the hate. A man torn between redemption and resentment, caught in the maelstrom Sandro had crafted.
"Introducing first, the challenger," the ring announcer declared, "from Davenport, Iowa... weighing in at 217 pounds... TYLER BLACK!"
Black hit the apron and paused, scanning the arena. He climbed to the top turnbuckle and posed, fists clenched. That's when the mockery began.
"Oh, look who it is," Alexa sneered on commentary. "Mr. 'I deserve another chance' himself. Tyler Black."
Wade chuckled. "It's poetic, really. Betray your friends, cry about it later, and now expect us all to clap like trained seals. Get over yourself, Tyler."
At this moment, Sandro, now seated at commentary with his TNA X Division Championship placed beside him, chuckled as well. Wearing a headset only heard by viewers at home, he joined the pile on.
"He's still doing that same tired pose," Sandro said with venom. "I've seen more charisma in a damp towel. He thinks one good performance will undo years of mediocrity."
As Tyler hopped down into the ring and rolled his neck, the verbal barrage from the commentary desk only intensified.
"He's lucky he's even on this show," Sandro muttered. "He should be thanking me. But of course, like all self righteous failures, he thinks he deserves the main event just for breathing."
Then, just as Tyler stood ready, his fists clenched and body bouncing lightly with anticipation, the lights flickered.
The crowd hushed.
The screen went black.
"SHOCK. THE. SYSTEM."
The Undisputed System's theme hit like a gunshot. Gold lights blasted across the stage.
Then came the shock.
Wade Barrett stood up at the commentary desk, unbuttoning his blazer with a smirk.
Alexa grinned wide, as if she'd been waiting all night for this.
Wade tore off his suit jacket and shirt to reveal his ring gear underneath.
The fans were stunned.
"What?!" the ring announcer exclaimed, nearly off mic.
Wade picked up his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship from under the desk and slung it over his shoulder.
He turned to Sandro and extended a hand.
"Hey boss," Wade said with a sly grin. "Take over for me will ya?"
Sandro smirked, his smile dripping with satisfaction, and sat down in Wade's chair beside Alexa, placing his headset back on.
"With pleasure," Sandro said.
Alexa leaned over and kissed Sandro on the cheek. "Now THIS is commentary."
"You're damn right it is," Sandro said smoothly.
The ring announcer quickly recomposed himself as Wade swaggered to the ring.
"And his opponent... representing the Undisputed System... from Preston, England... weighing in at 265 pounds... he is the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion... THE ADVISOR, WADE BARRETT!"
The crowd booed viciously as Wade entered the ring, sneering with that signature British arrogance.
He raised his title high over his head from the turnbuckle, soaking in the vitriol from the FCW faithful. Black stood across the ring, jaw clenched, eyes locked on Wade.
Barrett dropped down, handed the title to the referee, and then paced in his corner like a predator.
The referee raised the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship high in the air, presenting it to the crowd before handing it off to the ringside crew.
With a quick check of both competitors, he signaled for the bell.
DING DING DING!
"And here we go," Sandro said, his voice dark with satisfaction. "Let the annihilation begin."
"Tyler Black wants redemption?" Alexa scoffed. "He's about to get a reminder of who's really in charge around here."
Wade cracked his knuckles and motioned for Tyler to bring it.
The two locked up in the center of the ring, and from the very beginning, it was physical, ugly, and tense.
Tyler tried to work the pace fast, using his agility to hit quick strikes and avoid Barrett's powerful grapples. But Wade was no fool, he grounded Black early with a stiff knee to the gut followed by a clubbing blow to the back of the neck.
"That's how you shut down a hype train," Sandro laughed. "Target the spine. Rip the gas tank out of the car."
Wade hit a gutwrench suplex that bounced Tyler off the canvas.
He rolled into a cover.
ONE!
Kickout.
"Too early," Alexa said flatly. "But not for long."
Black fought back with a flurry of offense, springboard lariat, low dropkick, and a running knee to the face but Wade rolled out to the floor to stop the momentum. He leaned against the barricade, smirking up at Sandro. Sandro raised his hand in a slow clap. "Work smart, not hard. That's what makes Wade the FCW Florida Heavyweight champion."
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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