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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."
Tyler didn't wait. He hit the ropes and launched over with a tope con hilo!
He landed hard on Wade!
The crowd exploded!
But Sandro and Alexa weren't impressed.
"Reckless," Alexa said. "Like everything else he does."
"He's not winning a championship with dives," Sandro added. "This isn't gymnastics."
Back in the ring, Tyler built momentum. Sling Blade. Falcon Arrow. Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
Black rallied the fans. He was calling for God's Last Gift, his signature small package driver.
He hoisted Wade up —
But Wade elbowed him in the head. Twice.
He slipped out, then hit a huge Winds of Change slam!
Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR — Tyler kicked out!
The fans were back on their feet.
Then the match raged on. Barrett set up for the Bull Hammer elbow.
He backed into the corner.
Black rose, he was dazed.
Wade charged —
But Tyler ducked! And Superkick!
Then a running knee to the jaw!
He lifted Wade again and THE GOD'S LAST GIFT WAS HIT!
COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
Sandro slammed his headset. "NO!"
THR — NO!
Barrett kicked out at the very last second.
Alexa gasped. "Oh my God... that was close."
Tyler Black stared in disbelief as he lay down on the mat.
The crowd was electric.
The Undisputed System's iron grip was cracking.
Sandro at this time stood up from his chair.
"No more of this," he snarled.
The fans booed loudly when they saw Sandro suddenly stand up from his chair, as they knew that he had something sinister and tricky planned to do. The tension in the arena grew thick, everyone holding their breath as the Undisputed System's mastermind moved with a purpose.
Then, in full view of the cameras, Sandro reached into the inside pocket of his immaculate black and gold tailored suit and pulled out a thick stack of dollar bills. The crowd erupted in louder jeers.
"Oh no," Alexa purred from commentary. "Our boss is about to make a little... negotiation with the ref."
"Watch and learn," Sandro said coolly into his headset, loud enough that the home audience could hear.
Sandro sauntered toward the apron, holding the money in one hand, and called out to the referee inside the ring.
"Hey, ref. Come here," he said, motioning with a crooked finger.
The referee looked hesitant. He glanced at Tyler Black, who was still recovering in the center of the ring, then at Wade Barrett, breathing heavily in the corner, and finally at Sandro.
Sandro was the official FCW General Manager. While the referee had the final say on match decisions, ignoring the boss wasn't something that could be done lightly.
Reluctantly, the referee stepped toward the ropes, leaning over the middle rope as Sandro leaned in.
The camera zoomed in just in time to capture their exchange.
"Look," Sandro said, smirking, "I want you to do a quick count for Wade. Got it? Fast. Rapid. Like you're trying to win a race. But when Tyler get a cover? You take your sweet time. Got me?"
The referee blinked, clearly taken aback.
"Also," Sandro continued smoothly, "we're relaxing the rules for Wade. No rope breaks, no countouts, let him breathe. Tyler? He so much as touches the ropes, you call for the break. Got it?"
The referee looked around, conflicted. The fans in the arena were booing louder now, seeing this unfold. At home, social media was lighting up.
The referee shook his head. "I can't do that, sir. I've got integrity. I have a job to uphold."
Sandro scoffed, rolling his eyes. Then he waved the stack of bills in front of the ref's face. "This? This is three grand. In cash. For this match. And every match after this where do you do what I say? There'll be more."
The referee's eyes widened slightly. His gaze dropped to the money.
The fans watching on TV could hear everything. Hashtags started to trend on Twitter, #BribedRef #UndisputedSystemFix #ReignOfChaos.
In the arena, the audience didn't need a mic. They saw Sandro waving cash and the ref's torn expression.
Boooooooo!
"Don't do it!" a fan screamed from the front row.
Even a chant of "NO! NO! NO!" started by the fans.
But slowly... everyone saw the referee reach out his hand.
He took the money.
He nodded slowly and then extended his hand. Sandro shook it firmly, his smug smile growing wider.
"You just made the right choice," Sandro said. "Now remember, if you double cross me... you won't just lose your job. You'll meet the full wrath of the Undisputed System."
The referee gulped hard and nodded frantically.
Back at the commentary table, Alexa leaned into her mic with a sly grin.
"Finally, a referee with some sense. You want to keep your job, your life, your kneecaps? You play nice with the Undisputed System. Especially when we are in charge."
Sandro calmly walked back from the ring and sat back beside Alexa, receiving a warm smile from her.
"Well done, honey," she said, kissing him on the cheek.
Sandro put his headset back on, just in time to hear the fans chant, "YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!"
"They're just jealous," Sandro replied into his mic. "I get what I want. Wade gets what he deserves. Tyler? He gets what's coming."
In the ring, the match continued. Tyler was just getting to his knees again, and Wade stalked him from behind.
The tide had officially turned.
And the fix was in.
In the ring, the energy was palpable. Wade Barrett stood in the corner, glowering like a predator that had just been given free rein of the jungle. Tyler Black, still shaking the stars out of his head from the earlier assault, tried to pull himself up using the ropes.
Sandro and Alexa settled comfortably in the commentary. Sandro's voice cut through the tension like a scalpel. "You can just feel it now. The tide has changed. Tyler's going to learn tonight that there are no fairy tale endings in the Undisputed System Era."
"He should be honored," Alexa added sweetly, twirling a lock of her hair. "Not everyone gets to be taught a lesson by the champion and the Undisputed System itself."
Back in the ring, Black rose slowly. He knew he was being hunted. And Wade, fresh and fueled by a second wind, and a referee in his pocket, took his time.
He moved in with a methodical pace, slamming Black's face into the top turnbuckle. The referee, now corrupted, didn't count or warn him.
Another smash. And another. Normally, there'd be a count to five. But tonight? Nothing. Just the sound of Black's skull meeting leather.
"Come on ref!" Black shouted with pain in his voice, glaring over his shoulder.
The referee didn't respond. He just watched.
The fans were relentless now as they kept chanting:
"YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!"
Wade continued the punishment, executing a crushing gutwrench suplex that folded Black in half. He posed arrogantly over his opponent, basking in the chorus of hatred raining down from the fans.
Tyler tried to mount a comeback. A quick roll up pin!
ONE—
…
...
TWO...
...…..
THREE?
No! Wade kicked out, but the slow count had given him every second to recover.
Tyler looked at the referee in pure disbelief.
"What the hell was that?!" he shouted to the referee.
The ref simply gestured that it was a "normal count and he followed the rules."
Sandro chuckled at the ringside. "What, does he think this is the Olympics? We're in the Undisputed System Era now. He better learn the rules have changed."
Barrett recovered and leveled Black with a knee to the midsection, then a pumphandle slam that echoed.
Cover.
ONE!
TWO!
It was as fast as lightning!.
But Black managed to kicked out, but it was close. Too close.
Wade pulled him up by the hair, dragging him to the ropes, and began choking him. The fans counted along to five, but the referee never even started a count.
"He's getting mugged!" someone from the crowd yelled.
Tyler mustered a burst of resilience. He shoved Wade off, hit a spinning kick, and followed up with a running shooting star press!
He crawled into the cover, hooking the leg!
ONE...
TWO....
No.
Wade kicked out again.
Black pounded the mat in frustration. He looked at the referee again, shoved him, and yelled, "You call that fair?!"
The referee warned him, "Watch your temper, Tyler. And you touch me again, you're disqualified."
Barrett used the moment to capitalize. Big boot to the back of the head. Then a backbreaker across his knee.
Sandro's voice rang with smug satisfaction. "That's what happens when you question the system."
Finally, Wade dragged Black to the center of the ring. He backed into the corner, measuring his opponent.
"Here it comes," Alexa said gleefully.
Wade charged.
BULLHAMMER ELBOW!
Right on the jaw.
Black crumpled like a marionette with its strings cut.
Cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
"Here is your winner… and STILL THE FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion… THE ADVISOR, WADE BARRETT!"
Sandro and Alexa both stood from their seats, applauding loudly. Sandro beamed, clapping as if he had just watched a masterpiece.
"Bravo," he said into his headset. "A champion's performance, through and through."
Alexa nodded. "No one does it better. And that… is why the Undisputed System reigns."
The camera zoomed in on Sandro's face.
His smile was wide.
His eyes burned with satisfaction.
The screen faded to black.
The fallout was instant as fans took their frustration out on Twitter and the FCW Official Forum. #ReignOfChaos trended within minutes.
@WrestlingInsider: "FCW has officially gone off the rails. Bribes. Corruption. Chaos. Fans are LIVID. This isn't a storyline anymore. It's a revolution."
@WrestlingFury: "TNA better not let this madness infect the Impact Zone this Thursday. We're warning you, @TNADixie. #ReignOfChaos"
On FCW Official Forums, the top thread from the fans was this.
Subject: "SANDRO HAS LOST HIS DAMN MIND"
User1: "That referee's BRIBE was so blatant. Sandro's running FCW like a mob family."
User2: "If this happens at TNA, we riot. I swear to God."
User3: "This is the most hateable heel GM act since Bischoff. It's brilliant and disgusting."
Meanwhile on the backstage at the show, the production crew started clearing the set, and Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn stood by the monitor at Gorilla.
Dusty nodded, slowly clapping.
"It's still a big surprise to me even now," Dusty said. "That boy really knows how to rile 'em up."
Steve laughed. "He brings out the worst… and the fans can't look away."
Dusty turned to Sandro, who had just stepped through the curtain with Alexa.
"Kid, you lit a fire tonight," Dusty said. "That was gold. You and your crew fly to Nashville tomorrow. You've got business to do with Dixie and Jeff. Be ready."
Sandro nodded. "Don't worry. I've got everything under control."
Steve stepped in, lowering his voice. "Oh, one more thing. Stephanie McMahon called. Said she wants a face to face. She's flying down to Tampa next week."
Sandro blinked in surprise. "Stephanie? Alright. I'll take note of that."
Dusty clapped his shoulder. "Handle it, champ."
The next day, it was noon at Tampa International Airport.
The entire Undisputed System, Sandro, Alexa, AJ, Wade, Drew, Big E, and Ryback boarded their charter flight to Nashville.
They touched down just under two hours later.
Outside, two blacked out SUVs waited for them. Sandro had arranged everything in advance.
He opened the door for Alexa, who kissed him again before stepping inside. "Let's get ready for war," Sandro said. The cars pulled away, with the Undisputed System rolled toward the TNA Impact Zone. Chaos was coming to the Impact Zone and big things are going to happen.
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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