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Bray grinned like a wolf. "You still don't understand... this isn't judgment day. This is... your funeral." And with that, the camera panned between both factions. The Undisputed System in the ring, bathed in gold, The Wyatt led rebellion on the ramp, a family of chaos forged in fire.
The crowd was losing their minds.
Bray just smiled as he led his team of rebellion against the Undisputed System's reign of chaos. Slowly, they walked backward, eyes never leaving the ring, disappearing one by one through the entrance stage, back to the backstage area.
The crowd was on their feet, still roaring from the confrontation, unsure if they had just witnessed the beginning of a war or its most explosive chapter yet.
In the ring, though, things were far from settled. Sandro's face was twisted in visible rage. No microphone in hand now, but his voice still rang loud enough for the front row fans to hear clearly what he says.
He launched into a tirade, his voice was raw, venomous, and laced with pressure, directed at every member of the Undisputed System except Alexa. His finger pointed at each of them as he paced.
"You better put on the performance of your damn life tonight!" he barked, words almost lost beneath the hum of the crowd. "Those freaks want a war? Then we burn the whole place down before they get a single breath of hope. If any of you so much as slip tonight… if you falter…" — he jabbed a finger toward Ryback and Big E — "there will be hell to pay. I swear it."
Alexa watched silently, her hand still gently resting on Sandro's arm, but not pulling anymore. She knew this side of him well. The cold tactician who gave no quarter.
The crowd, ever observant, booed louder as they saw Sandro's brutal demeanor directed at his own team. Still, the members of the Undisputed System nodded, not arguing. They knew what was on the line. It wasn't just pride anymore, it was survival, dominance, and legacy.
Sandro, satisfied by their silence and nods, gave a sharp jerk of his head toward the ramp, and together, they exited.
What followed was chaos wrapped in structure. Matches upon matches. Promos spliced between segments, drama layered on tension. But none of it came without controversy.
True to the Undisputed System's signature, every match was rigged with nonsensical rules and ridiculous stipulations.
Fans watched in half frustration, half fascination, as talented wrestlers were booked into humiliating traps, forced to fight with one arm tied, participate in lumberjack matches where the lumberjacks were heel enforcers, or survive countdowns before being allowed to tag.
Sandro and the Undisputed System's influence was clear. This was their sick masterpiece, a reign of calculated mockery. Yet, tonight, something felt different. A buzz in the air. The people, though angry and exhausted by weeks of abuse, had hope. Hope because of last Thursday's rebellion in TNA. Hope because tonight, Bray Wyatt and his chosen few dared to confront the tyrants.
The whispers grew louder in the stands. Chants even emerged.
"FCW! FCW! FCW!"
And finally, the night reached its crescendo.
The lights dimmed slightly.
Then—
"THIS IS OUR TIME!"
The FCW theme hit the speakers, and the fans erupted in a thunderous cheer as Bray Wyatt, arms wide open, stepped through the curtain. Behind him was Luke Harper, Erick Rowan, Taylor Rotunda, Kofi Kingston, Gavin Spears, Brett DiBiase, and Joe Hennig. Eight men united, not by titles, but by a shared mission, to stop the rot of the Undisputed System.
The ring announcer's voice rang out.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our MAIN EVENT of the evening! It is a HANDICAP TAG TEAM ELIMINATION MATCH!"
The cheers grew louder, near-deafening.
"Introducing first, representing the resistance, the team of Bray Wyatt, Luke Harper, Erick Rowan, Taylor Rotunda, Kofi Kingston, Gavin Spears, Brett DiBiase, and Joe Hennig… TEAM FCW!"
One by one, they climbed into the ring, each man taking a corner or raising a fist. The camera swept across their determined faces. Bray stood in the center, a beacon of chaos turned hope, eyes burning with prophecy.
And then—
SHOCK. THE. SYSTEM.
The lights blacked out.
Boos poured in like thunder.
The Undisputed System's theme kicked in with an industrial scream of rebellion as the light turns gold, and the smug, detestable faces of dominance emerged, Sandro at the front, flanked by Alexa Bliss, Drew McIntyre, Wade Barrett, Big E, Ryback, and AJ Styles. All of them held their gold. TNA and FCW titles gleamed like trophies of conquest.
The ring announcer, now speaking through disgusted teeth, continued,
"And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by the FCW Divas Champion Alexa Bliss… the team of the FCW Tag Team Champions Big E and Ryback… the FCW North American Champion Drew McIntyre… the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion Wade Barrett… the TNA World Heavyweight Champion AJ Styles… and the TNA X Division Champion Sandro Zhang… THE UNDISPUTED SYSTEM!"
The boos doubled.
The gold, the arrogance, and the control, it was a vision of tyranny. They marched down the ramp as if they owned time itself. Sandro walked slowly, purposefully, pausing to look into the jeering sea of fans.
They entered the ring, standing across from Team FCW, and the tension was a physical weight like it could cut the air literally.
The referee stepped forward, nervous. He gestured for the two sides to separate and move to their respective corners.
Then it happened.
SLAP!
Sandro slapped the referee clean across the face.
Gasps turned into horrified shouts as Sandro towered over the stunned official, pointing a finger into his chest.
"You do what's right tonight," he spat. "Because if not, it's your job, your paycheck, and your livelihood that's gonna die in this ring if you don't do what's right."
Disgust washed over the fans. Team FCW looked ready to explode. Even Alexa grimaced slightly, her arm gently tugging Sandro back, but he stood tall, defiant, smiling.
The match hadn't even started, and war was already declared. Alexa then get down form the ring and stand on the corner of the Undisputed System at ringside.
Sandro on the other hand stepped back to the apron, motioning for Ryback to start. On the other side, Taylor Rotunda volunteered, stepping into the center of the ring, nodding to his teammates.
The referee after being slapped by Sandro, goes to check on both men with a downcast face to ensure they were ready, and signaled for the bell to officially start the match.
DING DING DING.
The bell rang and the crowd was on their feet before a single strike was thrown. In the center of the ring, Taylor Rotunda circled Ryback with purpose, the two locking eyes with years of unfinished business boiling between them. Taylor, leaner and faster, darted in with a quick right hand, then a left, then a spinning back elbow that caught Ryback square in the jaw.
Ryback stumbled, surprised by the flurry, but quickly powered through with a brutal clothesline attempt. Taylor ducked, springboarding off the ropes for a flying crossbody, only for Ryback to catch him midair. Gasps echoed from the crowd as Ryback launched Taylor overhead with a fallaway slam that sent him sprawling across the canvas.
Bray Wyatt was already slapping the turnbuckle, calling Taylor over. Taylor crawled, tagged in Bray, and the crowd exploded. Bray entered the ring like a force of nature, wild eyes and deliberate movements.
Ryback roared and charged, but Bray stepped aside, grabbed him by the throat, and smashed him with a vicious short-arm clothesline.
The ref counted the cover, One! Two! Kickout.
Bray dragged Ryback to Team FCW's corner, tagging in Joe Hennig. Joe came in with crisp technical offense, wrenching Ryback's arm behind his back and delivering three calculated forearm shots to the shoulder.
He whipped Ryback into the corner, tagged in Gavin Spears, and the two hit a double team Russian leg sweep.
The ref hesitated before counting again, glancing at Sandro. Sandro simply raised an eyebrow from the apron, and the count came slow.
One…
Two…
Ryback kicked out.
The fans booed the delay.
Spears kept the pressure on, bouncing off the ropes and going for a low dropkick, but Ryback moved just enough. With a guttural roar, Ryback lunged and tagged in Big E.
Big E barreled into Spears with a running body block, then a belly to belly suplex. The tide was shifting. He hoisted Spears onto his shoulder for a running powerslam—
BAM!
Right in the middle of the ring. He went for the pin.
The ref was suddenly animated.
One! Two! THREE!
Gavin Spears has been eliminated.
The crowd roared in outrage, chanting, "BULLSHT! BULLSHT!"
Bray's eyes narrowed, but he nodded, waving Joe Hennig forward again. Joe came in hot, peppering Big E with stiff shots, but E weathered the storm, caught Joe mid punch, and drove him into the mat with a brutal spinebuster.
Tag to Wade Barrett.
Barrett entered with ruthless precision, mounting Joe with closed fists, the ref hesitating again before even warning him. Barrett pulled Joe up and hit Wasteland with brutal force.
Cover.
One…
Two…
Three.
Joe Hennig has been eliminated.
Now it was six on six.
Sandro smirked from the apron, arms folded. Alexa smiled coldly at ringside, her FCW Divas Championship glinting under the lights.
Team FCW knew the game was rigged but they didn't care. This was bigger than rules.
Kofi Kingston vaulted in next, crowd fully behind him. He ducked a clothesline from Barrett, springboarded off the middle rope, and nailed Barrett with a Trouble in Paradise out of nowhere!
Cover!
One! Two! Kickout!
No! WAIT, Sandro had jumped on the apron to distract the ref!
The ref stopped his count, arguing with Sandro.
Kofi screamed at the official, but it was too late, Drew McIntyre rushed in, nailed Kofi from behind with a Claymore Kick, and dragged Barrett on top of him.
Sandro hopped down. The ref turned.
One…
Two—
Kofi kicked out! Barely!
The fans erupted.
Kofi rolled toward his corner and tagged in Brett DiBiase.
Brett came in with fire, throwing fists at McIntyre, at Barrett, even at AJ Styles who had tried to sneak in. He sent Barrett flying with a dropkick, then tagged in Erick Rowan.
Rowan entered with brute force, grabbing Drew in a bearhug and ramming him into the turnbuckle. He hoisted him up for a pumphandle slam, but Drew elbowed free, ducked behind, and shoved Rowan into a boot from Sandro on the apron.
Rowan turned around, Claymore!
Drew covered.
One…
Two…
Rowan kicked out!
The arena shook.
Bray was pacing now, hands on his head. Luke Harper barked orders from the corner.
Rowan crawled and hot tag to Luke!
The pop was nuclear.
Harper hit the ring like a madman. Big boot to Drew. Superkick to Barrett. Clothesline to Ryback on the apron. He turned, AJ Styles springboarded in, but Harper caught him with a discus lariat mid air!
Bodies everywhere.
Luke dragged Drew to his feet, tagged in Brett again, and the two hit a combo, spinning back elbow from Luke, neckbreaker from Brett.
Cover.
One!
Two!
Kickout.
On the apron, Sandro whispered something to Alexa, and she walked over to the timekeeper's area. The ref saw it and looked away.
Meanwhile, Wade Barrett took the opportunity to smash Brett with the FCW North American Championship from behind.
The crowd roared in fury.
Drew McIntyre made the cover.
One…
Two…
Three.
Brett DiBiase has been eliminated.
Now it was six on five. The odds had shifted.
And that's when Bray Wyatt stepped in again.
The lights dimmed slightly, just for a moment. Bray walked to the center, calm, composed. Sandro, sensing the shift, tagged himself in. The crowd came unglued.
The two leaders circled, and then it was war.
Strikes traded. Fists to jaws. Forearms to chests. Bray threw Sandro into the ropes, Sandro ducked, rebounded, and Uranagi by Bray!
Cover!
One! Two!—
AJ Styles broke it up.
Luke Harper hit the ring again, leveling AJ. Ryback entered, shoulder tackled Harper. Taylor Rotunda nailed Ryback with a top rope bulldog. Big E caught Taylor and hit the Big Ending!
Bodies were down. Everyone was hitting finishers. Everyone was getting wrecked.
In the center, Sandro crawled away from Bray.
Bray followed.
Then a low blow from Sandro. The ref didn't see it.
Sandro then goes to the top rope and hit the Downfall DDT.
One…
Two…
Th, NO! KICKOUT!
A huge shocker, this si the first time someone had kicked out from the Donwfall DDT and Sandro was shocked and then angered by this, but unfortunately his shock turned anger was an advantage for Bray who wasn't done.
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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