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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.
The two blacked out SUVs rolled to a smooth stop in front of the TNA Headquarters in Nashville. The sun was high overhead, glinting off the tinted windows as the doors opened in sequence.
One by one, the members of the Undisputed System stepped out. Sandro first, dressed sharply in his signature black and gold suit with the TNA X Division Championship strapped over his left shoulder.
Alexa Bliss, elegant and dangerous in a blazer and miniskirt, emerged next, her FCW Divas Championship gleaming around her waist.
Then came the rest, AJ Styles, Wade Barrett, Drew McIntyre, Big E, and Ryback, with hexvept for AJ each holding their titles, and all of them have the aura of power and danger that followed them since the beginning of this takeover.
They left their luggage in the SUVs as instructed and moved in unison toward the front doors. Inside, the TNA staff all acknowledged them and happily greeted them as they went their way, with Sandro returning their greetings. A production assistant happily helped by pointing them toward the conference room Dixie Carter and Jeff Jarrett had summoned them to.
The group moved through the halls like a unit, employees moving out of their way. When they reached the designated room, Ryback was the last to enter, closing the door behind them with a solid thunk.
Inside sat Dixie and Jeff, calm smiles on their faces despite the tension radiating off the seven figures who now occupied the room.
"Glad you could make it," Dixie said, standing. "Take a seat. We've got a lot to go over."
"Let's make history," Jeff added.
The meeting lasted for hours. No one outside the room would ever know what was said, but it shaped the very bones of the upcoming Impact Zone broadcast. Match card decisions. Storyline blueprints.
Legal frameworks for how far Sandro could go as the official General Manager of both FCW and TNA. The stakes were laid bare, and the Undisputed System left the room with absolute clarity about what was next.
Afterward, they returned to their SUVs and headed toward the five-star hotel Sandro had booked for them. Their rooms were already prepared. Two days passed quickly.
And then the time had come on Thursday night. TNA IMPACT.
The crowd at the TNA Impact Zone was white hot. Tickets had sold out days ago, and those watching from home had already tuned in. Tension was in the air. Something was about to go wrong. Horribly wrong.
The lights flickered out.
The audience erupted.
SHOCK THE SYSTEM.
Golden lights bathed the arena as the Undisputed System theme blasted through the speakers. The crowd's reaction was thunderous, pure, and full of molten hatred.
Sandro stepped out first, dressed in his black and gold suit, his X Division Championship proudly displayed on his left shoulder. Alexa Bliss followed at his side, clinging to his left arm, her FCW Divas Title around her waist sparkling under the lights. She smirked as the boos crashed down on them like waves.
They made their way to the middle of the entrance ramp and stood under the spotlight.
Sandro raised the mic. His music cut.
"YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!" the crowd chanted with venom.
Sandro smirked.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, his voice cutting like a blade, "as your OFFICIAL General Manager of both FCW... AND TNA... it is my pleasure to open tonight's Impact Zone with two very special announcements."
The crowd's hatred turned to unease.
"First," he began, raising a single finger, "tonight's MAIN EVENT... will be for the TNA World Heavyweight Championship!"
Cheers erupted from the fans, momentarily of course, before he continued.
"...and it will be Bobby Lashley... defending the title against the Phenomenal one of the Undisputed System AJ Styles... in a ONE ARM RULES match!"
The crowd turned confused again, confused by this match stipulation.
"Meaning Bobby Lashley must compete with only one arm. If he uses both? He's disqualified. And AJ Styles, YOUR future TNA World Champion, will be crowned as the champion."
The boos rained harder than ever.
"And if Lashley refuses to compete tonight?" Sandro sneered. "Then I STRIP him of the title and crown AJ as the new champion BY DEFAULT."
Alexa laughed beside him.
The crowd exploded. "BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!" and "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" chants broke out.
Sandro leaned forward. "Language, children."
"The second announcement," he said, raising a second finger. "Our opening match tonight... will be a... GAME... of MUSICAL CHAIRS!"
Confused silence reigned over the arena as the fans stopped chanting.
"And the winner," Sandro said with a grin, "will get a shot at MY TNA X Division title."
Chaos. The crowd couldn't even process it. This wasn't wrestling. This was mockery.
"Welcome..." Sandro concluded, voice dripping with ego, "to the IMPACT ZONE. Soon to be known by a BRAND. NEW. NAME. Courtesy of the Undisputed System and moi of course."
He dropped the mic.
The golden lights dimmed as he and Alexa walked back to the backstage area, leaving the fans in a whirlwind of rage and disbelief.
In the ring, the crew scrambled, setting up six chairs facing the hard cam, backs to the audience. This was no joke.
And then soon the participants began to walk out.
Jay Lethal. Eric Young. Al Snow. Kazuchika Okada. Nigel McGuinness. D'Lo Brown. Orlando Jordan.
Seven competitors. Six chairs.
None of them looked thrilled. The audience could tell from their body language and expression that this wasn't a creative choice. This was a mandate from Sandro.
The bell rang. Then a happy clownish music started. Musical Chairs had become real and TNA had never felt more surreal.
The circus had well and truly arrived in the TNA Impact Zone.
The game of musical chairs began under the most surreal of circumstances. Seven proud wrestlers stood inside the ring, circling six steel chairs like confused gladiators summoned into a farcical coliseum. The crowd, who had been rabid with hate moments earlier, now wavered between booing and laughing.
It was absurd. Humiliating. And yet, none of the competitors dared to walk away. Because for all its insanity, this wasn't just a joke. It was a gateway. The winner would earn a title shot at Sandro's TNA X Division Championship.
A referee, a regular one, not yet corrupted, stood in the middle of the chaos, overseeing the match as if it were completely normal.
The clownish music played. A bizarre upbeat instrumental that sounded like something out of a children's cartoon echoed through the arena speakers as the men began to circle.
Jay Lethal, Eric Young, Al Snow, Kazuchika Okada, Nigel McGuinness, D'Lo Brown, and Orlando Jordan.
Most of them tried not to show how ridiculous they felt. But the longer the game went on, the more serious their faces became. This was, for better or worse, a real competition.
The music stopped.
They scrambled.
Bodies flew.
And Al Snow was too slow.
The referee immediately pointed him out. "You're out!"
Al looked up at him like a disappointed schoolboy, then rolled his eyes and shook his head before stepping out of the ring. He didn't argue. He knew the game. He played it.
One chair was removed. The game resumed.
The music began again. Fans booed. Some laughed. Others began clapping along with the beat.
Something strange was happening, the crowd, in spite of themselves, were getting into it.
Then the music stopped again.
A flurry of limbs.
Orlando Jordan was left standing.
"You're out!" shouted the referee.
But Orlando didn't take it kindly.
He turned and threw a sudden punch at Nigel McGuinness, catching him in the jaw. That was a mistake.
In a flash, Nigel, Lethal, Young, D'Lo, and Okada surrounded him and began beating him down.
Boots rained down. Forearms. Jordan was quickly dragged to the ropes and tossed out like yesterday's trash.
Another chair was removed.
Now only five men remained.
Jay Lethal. Eric Young. Nigel McGuinness. D'Lo Brown. Kazuchika Okada.
The music started again. More intense this time. The camera panned across their serious faces as they marched.
It stopped. Another elimination. Eric Young didn't make the cut.
Then it was four.
Kazuchika Okada. D'Lo Brown. Nigel McGuinness. Jay Lethal.
The music played. The fans clapped with it. The arena had gone from hateful rage to surreal unity. For a moment, it felt almost like a party.
The music cut.
D'Lo was out. He pounded the mat, visibly annoyed, but climbed out of the ring without a fight.
Another chair gone.
Three men.
Okada. Nigel. Lethal.
The music resumed. Tension hung in the air. Okada was no longer smiling. Nigel was muttering something to himself. Lethal looked like he was planning for war.
Then the music stopped.
Nigel McGuinness was just a second too late. His hand slapped a chair, but Okada and Lethal were already seated.
Nigel yelled in frustration and kicked at the ropes before storming out.
One chair. Two men.
Jay Lethal. Kazuchika Okada.
The fans were on their feet.
The music started.
Lethal and Okada circled each other like panthers.
Then—
The music STOPPED.
Both lunged.
Okada, in desperation, grabbed the steel chair folding it and tried to smash it over Lethal's head.
The crowd gasped.
But Lethal managed to duck just in time, spun around, and nailed a forearm to Okada's jaw. The steel chair clattered to the mat.
Then Lethal grabbed it.
CRACK!
He smashed the chair across Okada's back, sending him collapsing to the mat.
Then, Lethal calmly placed the chair upright... and sat on it.
The bell rang.
Jay Lethal had won.
The crowd erupted.
But their cheers didn't last.
The lights cut out.
SHOCK THE SYSTEM.
The arena lights blared gold. Boos cascaded down.
Sandro emerged from the tunnel, now in his ring gear. TNA X Division Championship in hand. He had a predator's grin.
Beside him was Wade Barrett, dressed in a referee's shirt.
"OH COME ON!" a fan yelled caught by the camera.
They walked down the ramp slowly. Measured. Confident.
Lethal was still catching his breath in the ring.
Wade grabbed the title from Sandro, raised it high in the center of the ring.
Lethal approached the ropes. "I just went through all of that! You expect me to wrestle NOW?!"
Wade looked at him.
"Zip it. Get in your corner if you want your title match."
Lethal glared. He looked to the crowd. They were booing, but also urging him on.
Reluctantly, he moved to his corner.
Wade handed the title to the ringside crew.
Then he signaled for the bell.
DING DING DING.
The bell rang, and the TNA X Division Championship match was officially underway.
Jay Lethal stayed in his corner for a second longer than usual, still catching his breath after surviving the chaotic and absurd game of musical chairs. Across from him, Sandro loosened his neck, cracking it side to side with a cool, confident grin. He looked entirely fresh, not a bead of sweat on him, while Lethal looked like he'd already wrestled a main event.
And presiding over it all? Wade Barrett in a striped referee shirt, arms crossed, smirking.
The tension was thick. The crowd was alive, chanting Lethal's name, hoping, praying, he'd somehow overcome the odds.
They locked up in the center of the ring. Lethal got the early advantage with a tight headlock, wrenching Sandro down to a knee. Sandro pushed back to his feet, trying to shoot Lethal into the ropes.
He succeeded. Lethal bounced off and hit a shoulder tackle that took Sandro off his feet.
The crowd cheered.
Lethal hit the ropes again, looking for momentum .but as he ran past, Sandro suddenly grabbed the ropes and dropped down, rolling out of the ring to catch his breath.
Boos erupted.
"You see that? Champion's intelligence," Wade said aloud, as if he were still commentating. He didn't start a countout.
Lethal leaned on the ropes, shouting down at Sandro to get back inside. The ref just leaned against a turnbuckle, watching idly. Finally, Sandro slid back in. They locked up again, this time Sandro hit a knee to Lethal's gut and then a sharp forearm. He followed with a vertical suplex, floated over, and immediately went for a cover.
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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