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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.
Wade dropped down—
"ONE! TWO—"
Lethal kicked out at two. But the crowd noticed.
The count was suspiciously fast.
Lethal's eyes darted to Wade. Wade just shrugged with a smug look.
They stood again. Lethal ducked a clothesline and hit a back elbow, followed by a snap powerslam. The crowd roared. He hooked the leg.
Lethal looked to Wade.
Wade slowly sauntered over... then knelt down...
"One..."
He looked at his hand.
"TWO..."
Sandro kicked out, and Wade immediately stood up, dusting off his hands.
The crowd booed hard.
Lethal got in Wade's face. "What was that?!"
Wade pointed to the stripes on his shirt. "Referee. Not your friend. Get back to work."
Sandro took advantage of the distraction and rolled Lethal up from behind.
Wade dove into a lightning fast count.
"ONE! TWO!"
Lethal barely kicked out.
He popped up, furious now, only to be caught by Sandro with a sharp European uppercut. Sandro followed with a beautiful overhead belly to belly suplex, sending Lethal sprawling.
The champ didn't go for the cover. Instead, he walked over to Wade and they fist bumped.
The crowd lost it.
"This is disgusting!" one fan yelled from the front row.
Sandro turned, looking to punish. He lifted Lethal and whipped him hard into the turnbuckle. Lethal hit it chest first and staggered backward into Sandro's waiting arms, German suplex! Bridging pin.
Wade slid in.
"ONE! TWO!"
Lethal kicked out again.
Sandro dragged him to his feet, but Lethal suddenly came alive. He hit a rolling elbow, then another! Sandro staggered. Lethal hit the ropes, Springboard dropkick!
Sandro fell!
Lethal went up top. The crowd was on fire.
He pointed to the sky.
HAIL TO THE KING—
He dove, elbow outstretched—
CRASH!
Right into Sandro's knees!
Alexa applauded from the stage. Wade didn't even check on Lethal. He just stood there smiling.
Sandro pulled Lethal to his feet again, but Lethal reversed! Enziguri! Then a Lethal Combination!
Cover!
Wade walked over slowly, yawned, knelt.
"One..."
He looked to the crowd.
"Two..."
Sandro kicked out.
Lethal slammed the mat in frustration.
He stood, ran the ropes for another dropkick, only for Wade to step directly in his path!
Lethal pulled up at the last second.
"MOVE!"
Wade shook his head. "Watch your attitude."
Sandro flew in from behind and hit a Reverse DDT!
Cover!
Wade dove in.
"ONE! TWO! TH—"
Lethal kicked out again!
The arena was on its feet.
Sandro grabbed Lethal by the hair and shouted, "Just stay down!"
But Lethal wasn't done. He surged to life, blasting Sandro with punches. The crowd counted along, ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
Sandro raked the eyes. Lethal dropped to a knee.
Wade did nothing.
Sandro hit the ropes, but Lethal caught him on the rebound with a superkick!
Sandro fell like a tree.
Lethal ran the ropes and hit Sandro with a Tope suicida to the outside!
He rolled Sandro back in. Climbed the top rope.
HAIL TO THE KING—
NAILED IT.
He hooked both legs.
"ONE!"
The crowd counted along.
"TWO!"
Alexa screamed.
"TH—"
Sandro kicked out.
The crowd gasped.
Lethal slapped the mat. He pulled Sandro up, setting him for Lethal Injection—
He hit the ropes—
Wade trip his leg!
Lethal got tripped and fell on his face!
The arena erupted in boos.
Lethal shot to his feet and turned on Wade.
"That's IT!"
He grabbed Wade by the collar.
Wade raised his hands. "Touch me and you're disqualified."
Lethal clenched his fists, body trembling.
Behind him, Sandro rose.
He tapped Lethal on the shoulder.
Lethal turned around, eyes wild with fury. But behind him, Sandro was already in motion.
BAM! Sandro connected with a brutal leaping knee strike to the jaw, staggering Lethal back into the ropes. The fans booed furiously, their voices rising like a storm.
Lethal stumbled forward from the ropes and Sandro grabbed him, whipped him hard into the opposite corner, and followed in with a devastating running elbow.
Lethal crumpled to a knee. Sandro strutted in front of him, taunting, mocking. Wade leaned lazily against the ropes again, watching like he had all the time in the world.
Sandro pulled Lethal up, lifting him into a textbook brainbuster. A lesser man might've stayed down.
ONE!
TWO!
Lethal still kicked out.
The arena thundered with energy. Despite the odds, Lethal was still breathing. Still fighting.
Wade looked annoyed now. Sandro shook his head and shouted, "He just doesn't know when to quit!"
Sandro dragged Lethal by the arm to the ropes. He choked Lethal over the middle rope with his knee, leaning his entire body weight into the maneuver. The crowd counted along.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
But Wade made no move to stop the choke. Not even a warning.
At FIVE, Lethal managed to shove Sandro off himself and rolled to the center of the ring, coughing hard.
Lethal crawled to a corner. Sandro stomped his back once, then twice, then ran for a corner knee strike—
Lethal dodged!
Sandro crashed into the turnbuckle and stumbled out into a dropkick from Lethal! Then a spinning heel kick! Then a sudden neckbreaker!
The crowd erupted as Lethal bounced to his feet, adrenaline surging through his battered body.
He waited. Sandro staggered up.
SUPERKICK!
Sandro flopped onto his back.
Lethal dove for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Wade suddenly pointed. "His foot's under the rope."
It wasn't.
The crowd screamed. Lethal looked up, eyes wide. "WHAT?!"
Wade stood tall. "No count. Foot under the rope. Break it."
Lethal stood, furious. He pointed to the replay screen. The production truck had put it up in real time.
Clear as day: Sandro's feet were nowhere near the ropes.
"You want to be disqualified?" Wade barked.
Lethal backed off, jaw clenched. He turned—
CLAYMORE! Out of nowhere!
Sandro used Drew's finisher out of nowhere onto Lethal with such force it turned him inside out. He collapsed to the mat.
Wade went down.
ONE!
TWO!
THR—
Lethal kicked out!
Sandro sat up, grabbing his hair in disbelief.
"HOW?!"
Sandro stood and made a slashing motion across his throat.
"END IT!"
He pulled Lethal up, but Lethal suddenly surged with a second wind. Forearm. Another forearm. Then a knee. Then a spinning backfist!
Sandro staggered. Lethal hit the ropes—
LETHAL INJECTION SETUP—
But Wade stepped in again!
Lethal stopped short, frustrated. "MOVE!"
Sandro seized the opening.
Lethal turned just in time to see his own move coming at him.
LETHAL INJECTION.
Sandro hit the handspring cutter clean. The impact was brutal.
The fans were thunderous with boos, but Sandro just stood over Lethal, eyes blazing with ego and fury.
He looked to crowd, who booed him and Sandro shouted to them, "TIME TO FINISH HIM!"
The game boos even more.
Sandro picked up Lethal and pick up his dead weight and ensures that he was standing. With a feral grin, he ascended the turnbuckle.
He stood tall.
Top rope.
He soared.
TOP SYSTEM CUTTER!
A brutal mid air cutter that left Lethal folded like a broken accordion on the mat.
Wade on the ring clapping his hand showing his approval and support for his boss.
Sandro, on the other hand, wasn't done.
He walked over to Wade.
"Get him up."
Wade didn't hesitate. He picked up Jay Lethal, holding his limp form steady.
Sandro ascended the turnbuckle again.
The crowd roared, pleading for someone to stop this.
Sandro leapt.
DOWNFALL DDT!
His finisher Diving DDT from the top turnbuckle that crushed what remained of Lethal's resistance. The ring shook.
Sandro crawled over.
He hooked both legs.
Wade dove in and did a quick count.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
The bell rang.
The fans exploded with nuclear heat.
"BOOOOOOO!"
"BULLSHIT!"
Garbage began flying from the stands.
Sandro rose to his feet slowly, like a king claiming his throne. Arms wide. Grinning like a devil.
Wade raised his hand high.
The TNA X Division title was handed to Sandro. He held it high, golden lights showering down from the rafters like confetti of conquest.
The Undisputed System's dominance was absolute.
As the crowd roared and booed and cursed, the next hour of TNA devolved into chaos.
Match after match followed.
None made sense.
One was a "loser must wear clown shoes" tag match.
Another was a "pin your partner" elimination.
Rules were made up on the spot. Rules was also changed based on Sandro or the Undisputed System's mood.
The commentary team tried to maintain professionalism, but they were clearly stunned.
Mike Tenay was going nuts with what he saw, "I don't even know what's happening anymore, man. This isn't wrestling, this is a damn coup."
Don West shook his head in defeat, "It's like... the Undisputed System is rewriting reality live on air."
Fans chanted, booed, threw cups. They stormed the barricades, only to be held back by security.
Still, the show rolled on.
All of it building.
All of it leading...
To the Main Event.
Lashley vs. AJ Styles.
A TNA World Heavyweight Title match with one stipulation which was that Lashley could only use one arm.
And if he broke that rule?
He would be disqualified.
AJ Styles would become the new champion.
And Sandro's empire... would finally seize the crown jewel. The Impact Zone was burning with fury, but all anyone could do was watch and wait.
The tension inside the Impact Zone was suffocating.
The crowd was buzzing with anticipation, rage, disbelief, every emotion a wrestling show could hope to evoke. The arena lights began to dim, a familiar and dreaded sensation washing over the fans like a wave of impending doom.
The lights flickered.
SHOCK THE SYSTEM.
The arena was flooded with golden light, and instantly, the chorus of boos swelled to a fever pitch. The Undisputed System's entrance theme roared through the speakers. The crowd's hatred poured out in waves.
From the tunnel, Sandro stepped out first, no longer in his ring gear, but now clad once more in his signature black and gold suit. His TNA X Division Championship shone at his waist.
He looked refreshed, composed, almost smugly regal. On his left arm clung Alexa Bliss, dressed in her new black and crimson suit and miniskirt combination, the FCW Divas Title glittering proudly around her waist.
Behind them followed the rest of the Undisputed System.
Wade Barrett in a tailored black suit, FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship slung over his right shoulder.
Drew McIntyre in a dark, custom fitted suit with his FCW North American Championship balanced on his left shoulder.
Big E and Ryback, each dressed in sharp matching suits, their FCW Tag Team Titles strapped around their waists.
And finally, AJ Styles emerged in full ring gear, the man of the hour, ready for his world title shot.
All seven walked down the ramp together like royalty, strutting slowly, deliberately, basking in the nuclear heat from the crowd.
They entered the ring with supreme confidence, AJ standing tall in the center as the rest stood flanking him. Sandro, standing just beside AJ, was handed a microphone by a nervous crew member.
He raised it to his lips as the crowd drowned him in venom.
"Boo louder," Sandro said with a grin, waving his free hand, "It only proves we're doing our job right."
The boos got louder.
"Now," Sandro continued, pacing slowly, the other members behind him smirking. "It's main event time. That means one thing, Bobby Lashley. Champ. You've got five minutes. Five. To get your ass out here, step into this ring, and defend your TNA World Heavyweight Championship against the Phenomenal AJ Styles."
AJ nodded solemnly.
"If you don't? If you decide to cower in fear, hide backstage like a coward... then I will have no choice but to strip you of that title," Sandro said, eyes narrowing, voice sharp. "And crown AJ the new TNA World Heavyweight Champion BY DEFAULT. As you're not fullfing you contractual obligation as champion."
The crowd erupted again. "BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!" chants rang out.
Sandro wasn't finished.
"And if you still insist on holding onto that title after ducking a defense?" .he smirked, "Then I'll make sure you're fined fifty thousand dollars. Every single day. Until you grow a pair."
Alexa doubled over laughing mockingly, still clutching Sandro's arm. The others joined in as well, laughing full of mockery like they'd already won. Then the countdown appear and began on the titantron. Five minutes start and the clock ticked, as the fans slowly losing their minds.
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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