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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.
Four minutes.
Three minutes.
Two.
One.
The clock dropped to one minute, and the arena was in chaos. The fans screamed for Lashley. The commentary team was nearly yelling into their mics.
Mike Tenay shouted, "Come on, Bobby! Don't let them take this from you!"
Don West added, "He's gotta show up Mike! He has to!"
Forty seconds.
Thirty.
Twenty.
Ten.
Just when hope seemed lost—
BOBBY LASHLEY'S MUSIC HIT.
The arena EXPLODED.
The Destroyer had arrived.
Lashley stormed out from the curtain, dressed in his ring gear, title belt over his shoulder, face an iron mask of determination. The fans went ballistic, their hero had shown up.
Sandro's smile widened.
"Ahh, there he is," he purred. "The fish took the bait."
Lashley climbed into the ring without hesitation, going straight for Sandro. The Undisputed System stepped in to block him, but Lashley just stared down Sandro through the wall of black suits.
Sandro stepped forward slightly, mic still in hand.
Lashley looked him dead in the eye.
"You want me to fight?" he said, grabbing Sandro's wrist and pulling the mic to his mouth. "Then I'm gonna fight. I don't back down from any challenges. Especially not from you. Not from any of your little stooges. Not tonight. Not ever."
The crowd erupted again.
Sandro laughed.
"Oh Bobby… this is going to be so much fun for us tonight."
He stepped back, gesturing to the Undisputed System.
"All yours, AJ. Make us proud." Sandro pat AJ on the back.
The faction exited the ring, forming a perimeter around AJ's corner. Sandro brushed past the referee who was about to enter, and in full view of the hard cam and audience, flashed a money gesture to the ref.
The referee nodded.
The commentary booth nearly exploded.
Mike Tenay body push forward, "Wait, did he just, did he indicate that he had pay the referee?!"
Don West slam his hand on the commentary table, "Oh my God, Lashley is walking into a damn firing squad!"
Inside the ring, Lashley stood in his corner, shaking out his arms. He rolled his neck, breathing deep. One arm strapped to his side, per the stipulation.
Across from him, AJ Styles paced like a lion. Smirking. Confident. Sandro's empire was on the cusp of total control. The TNA World Heavyweight Championship match will begun. And Bobby Lashley was in the fight of his life.
The referee called for the bell.
DING DING DING.
The bell echoed throughout the Impact Zone, and the fans were immediately on their feet, a chaotic mix of thunderous cheers for Lashley and venomous boos for AJ Styles and the Undisputed System stationed ringside like royal guards.
Lashley stood square in his corner, his right arm strapped tightly to his side with a black armband, a visual reminder of the twisted stipulation Sandro had enacted.
One arm. That was all he had. His left. His non dominant. Against AJ Styles, a former world champion and one of the craftiest technicians in wrestling.
AJ moved first. Light on his feet, bouncing in circles, that trademark smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He waved his fingers at Lashley mockingly. "Come on, big man. Let's see what that one arm can do."
Lashley didn't respond. He simply moved forward, patient, deliberate. He wasn't here to talk. He was here to survive and win.
They locked up. Or rather, AJ tried to lock up. Lashley ducked under with surprising speed, scooping AJ up with a one arm spinebuster that rattled the ring.
The crowd ROARED.
AJ rolled out of the ring immediately, clutching his back as the rest of the Undisputed System surrounded him, offering fake concern.
Wade patted him on the shoulder. Sandro clapped slowly, sarcastically.
"You got this, champ! He's only got one arm!"
The referee, clearly in on the fix, did nothing to urge AJ back into the ring. Lashley stood tall inside, waiting.
Finally, Styles returned. They circled again. AJ feinted low, then slapped Lashley across the face.
The crowd booed viciously.
Lashley's expression didn't change. Instead, he charged. AJ ducked under again and this time clipped Lashley's left knee with a low dropkick. Lashley dropped to one knee.
AJ pounced. Kicks to the chest. Over and over. A flurry of offense.
Lashley tried to rise, AJ kicked his leg out from under him.
The referee stood idle, watching. No count. No warning.
AJ grabbed the ropes for leverage and began stomping Lashley in the corner, both feet bouncing off his chest like a drum. He held onto the top rope for balance, an illegal maneuver.
Still, the referee did nothing.
Don West was livid. "That's a rope assist! That's illegal! Come on, ref!"
Mike Tenay replied grimly, "He's not going to do a damn thing."
AJ backed up and hit a running knee to Lashley's temple. Lashley collapsed.
Cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout at two.
Lashley rolled away, breathing hard, but AJ was relentless. He hit the ropes and came back with a flying forearm, knocking Lashley down again. Then he dropped a knee right into Lashley's ribs and covered again.
ONE!
TWO!
Another kickout.
Styles grew more aggressive now. He targeted the trapped arm, stomping at the shoulder brace. Lashley writhed, trying to protect it, but couldn't use his right arm.
Then AJ began to untie the strap holding Lashley's arm down.
Mike Tenay shouted, "That's not even allowed! If he frees that arm, the match should restart!"
But instead of untying it, AJ just pulled it tight, cruelly wrenching it and tying it tighter to Lashley's body. Lashley groaned in pain.
Again, the ref said nothing.
AJ taunted the crowd, motioning for the Styles Clash. He pulled Lashley up, tried to hook the arms.
Lashley fought back, elbowing AJ with his free arm. Once. Twice.
AJ let go.
Lashley roared and launched AJ backward with a one-armed belly to belly suplex! The ring shook.
Both men were down. The crowd chanted, "LASHLEY! LASHLEY!"
Lashley pulled himself up, sweat pouring, chest heaving. He hoisted AJ to his feet, one arm only, and hit a one armed powerslam!
Cover!
ONE!
The referee checked his boot.
TWO!
He dusted imaginary dirt from the mat.
AJ kicked out.
The crowd lost their minds.
Lashley argued with the ref, but the official just shrugged. "I'm calling it fair."
Lashley turned, AJ kicked him in the leg again, then jumped for the PELE KICK!
Lashley staggered.
AJ springboarded and hit THE PHENOMENAL FOREARM!
Cover.
ONE! TWO!
Lashley kicked out again!
AJ slapped the mat in frustration. He stood up, pointed at Sandro and the group. They all nodded. Alexa gave a slow, theatrical clap.
AJ set up for the Styles Clash again.
He hooked Lashley's legs.
Lifted—
REVERSAL! Lashley kicked his legs and sent AJ flying overhead!
The crowd exploded.
AJ scrambled to his feet, SPEAR!!!
ONE ARMED SPEAR FROM LASHLEY!
Lashley collapsed into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
The referee looked up at the lights.
THREE, NO!
He claimed AJ's foot was on the rope. It wasn't.
The camera showed it clearly.
Don West screamed, "His foot wasn't even CLOSE!"
Lashley was stunned. He turned, shouting at the ref.
AJ crawled behind Lashley and low blowed him.
The crowd groaned in horror.
The referee pretended to tie his boot.
Lashley dropped to the mat.
AJ stood over him, grinning like a devil.
He ran to the ropes.
SPRINGBOARD 450 SPLASH!
He hit it flush.
Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR, NO! LASHLEY KICKED OUT AGAIN!
AJ was beside himself.
He dragged Lashley to the corner.
Up to the top rope.
He screamed to the crowd, "This is MY house now!"
PHOENIX SPLASH—
MISSED!!!
Lashley rolled away!
The crowd was losing it.
Lashley pulled himself up.
AJ staggered.
SPEAR!!!!
This one nearly broke AJ in half.
Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
The referee froze.
Three? Two? One?
He shook his head.
"Can't count. Arm used both hands!"
Lashley stared at him, enraged.
"I didn't use both arms!"
"I saw it."
Lashley was on the edge.
He stood. Pulled the referee's shirt.
Sandro jumped on the apron.
"DISQUALIFY HIM!"
Alexa shouted, "HE TOUCHED THE REF!"
The ref looked to Sandro.
Then...
RING THE BELL.
The bell rang.
Mike Tenay was in disbelief, "NO! NO!"
Don West on the other hand was shouting, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
The ring announcer announced, "Your winner by disqualification... and NEW! TNA World Heavyweight Champion... AJ STYLES!"
The Undisputed System stormed the ring.
Sandro grabbed the title, handed it to AJ.
Confetti exploded. Golden light filled the ring. Boos shook the building.
Lashley, kneeling in the corner, looked up toward them, heartbroken. Enraged. Betrayed.
AJ stood tall, arms raised, title in hand.
Sandro clapped slowly.
"Long live the Undisputed System."
The fans gave a deafening chorus of boos, some throwing trash, others screaming curses. Golden confetti continued to fall like mockery from above, raining down on the smug members of the Undisputed System.
AJ Styles stood center ring, title held high, grinning like a man who had just conquered a kingdom. Sandro stood beside him with his arms outstretched like a dark messiah, Alexa still clutching his arm with a wicked grin on her crimson lips.
But in the corner… Bobby Lashley stood.
No longer on his knees.
His chest rose and fell in heavy, furious breaths. His face was red with rage, sweat pouring down his forehead, eyes blazing.
Disqualification?
If he had been pinned by AJ, even with a fast count, maybe he could've accepted it. But this? A DQ over the most absurd technicality, when he never even used both hands? This wasn't just defeat.
This was humiliation.
And Bobby Lashley wasn't about to take that lying down.
He let out a primal roar and charged forward.
WHAM!
A devastating running lariat from behind sent AJ Styles flipping inside out in the air. The fans erupted in shock and delight.
"OH MY GOD!" Don West shouted. "LASHLEY'S SNAPPED!"
AJ dropped the title as he hit the mat like a sack of bricks. Sandro's eyes widened for a moment, but then his expression turned cold.
"GET HIM!" he roared.
Like a pack of jackals, the rest of the Undisputed System pounced.
Drew McIntyre. Wade Barrett. Big E. Ryback. All rushed Lashley, striking with punches, knees, stomps. They cursed and spat at him between blows.
"You think you're a hero?" Wade snarled.
"You brought this on yourself," Drew added, slamming a forearm to the back of Lashley's neck.
Alexa stood off to the side by the ropes, laughing. She didn't lift a finger, just watched the carnage unfold as if it were entertainment meant for royalty.
Lashley tried to fight back, swinging wildly with his one free arm, managing to shove Ryback into Big E, but the numbers overwhelmed him. He was shoved into the turnbuckle and double teamed by Sandro and AJ, who had staggered back to his feet and was now seething.
AJ spat at Lashley. "You made me bleed, you son of a—"
He kicked Lashley in the ribs.
Then, Drew and Wade exited the ring, fishing under the apron.
"Oh, come on!" Mike Tenay yelled. "Enough is enough! This is too much!"
Out came a steel chair. Then a table.
Drew slid them both into the ring.
Ryback and Big E held Lashley by each arm, dragging him to the center. His legs kicked out, but Sandro slapped him across the face.
"You should've stayed down, Bobby!"
Alexa began setting up the table like a stagehand, making sure it was aligned perfectly in the center.
Sandro picked up the steel chair.
He grinned.
Then, CRACK!
Chair to face.
Lashley slumped to the mat.
"Bring him up," Sandro ordered, his voice laced with malice.
The monsters obeyed.
Big E, Ryback, and Drew hoisted Lashley high, setting him up for a three man powerbomb straight through the table.
Sandro raised his arms like a conductor about to signal a symphony.
But then—
TNA's theme music blasted through the speakers.
The crowd EXPLODED.
"WHAT?!" Sandro's head whipped toward the ramp.
Out came Samoa Joe. Jay Lethal. Bobby Roode. James Storm. Chris Sabin. Alex Shelley. Kurt Angle. And… STING. The roof came off the Impact Zone. "TNA's HEART just came back to LIFE!" Don West screamed.
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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