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The tension was thick. Alexa wanted to go with Sandro, but Stephanie quickly raised a hand. "This is business," she said firmly. Alexa smirked, kissed Sandro on the cheek, and told him, "Go knock 'em dead, babe." She went off with the rest of the Undisputed System while Sandro followed Hunter and Steph down the corridor.
They led him into Stephanie's private office inside the arena. The office door shut behind him with a soft click, and for the first time all night, the energy shifted. This wasn't about promos or heat anymore, this was business. Stephanie sat behind the desk, Triple H standing beside her with his arms crossed. They weren't in character now; this was real.
Stephanie folded her hands together and leaned forward. "Sandro," she began carefully, "we wanted to follow up on the conversation we had a while back. About your idea."
Sandro raised an eyebrow, taking a seat across from her. "The FCW rebranding," he said smoothly, not asking but stating. He leaned back in the chair, one leg crossing over the other. "So… have you decided?"
Triple H gave Stephanie a small nod of encouragement that was also a supprot, and she returned it before looking back at Sandro. "Yes," she said firmly. "We've decided. We're in agreement. We think this is the right direction for the company. Rebranding FCW as WWE's developmental brand, making it our official training ground, our way of shaping talent before they hit Raw or SmackDown. We believe this is the future."
Sandro smiled faintly, nodding his head as though this were exactly what he had been expecting. "Good. That's very good." He tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair, then leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering just a notch.
"If that's the case, then I'll inform my father immediately. He'll give his full backing. And when the two of you present this to Vince, you're going to need that. You know acquisitions aren't cheap. Buying out FCW entirely, absorbing contracts, rebranding costs, production infrastructure, it's not a small investment. But if Vince sees full financial backing, full security? He'll have to agree. He won't be able to say no."
Stephanie let out a small breath of relief and smiled, glancing at Triple H. He gave her another quiet nod. "Thank you, Sandro," she said sincerely. "This means a lot. We know this was your idea, and we know how important it is for the future of the company."
Sandro waved off the thanks with a dismissive smirk. "Don't thank me. I just want what's best for the business. And I think you both know it, the big boss… Vince… he's losing touch. Slowly, silently, but it's happening. The trends, the audience, the way wrestling works now, it's not the same as it was when he built this empire. His iron fist approach, the old formula, it's not working anymore. But you two? You're the future. A flexible but disciplined structure, that's what's needed. You have the vision. And if the company is going to survive the next decade, it has to evolve. It has to be in the hands of you two."
Stephanie and Triple H exchanged another glance. For just a moment, both of them looked less like the characters fans knew on TV and more like the real people in charge of WWE's future.
Triple H's stoic confidence softened slightly into something more thoughtful, while Stephanie looked as though she were trying to balance gratitude with the weight of responsibility.
"You really believe that?" Triple H asked finally, his voice lower, like he was searching for some sort of vote of confidence.
Sandro leaned forward again, locking eyes with him. "I don't just believe it. I know it. The crowd reactions tonight? The way they ate up every second of what we did out there? That wasn't just because of me or DX. That was because people are starving for something new, something real, something that doesn't feel sanitized. If you want WWE to thrive, you can't keep repeating the past and burying new talents with the veterans or legends. You need to build new stars to build a future. FCW being acquired and rebranded is the first step."
For a long beat, silence filled the room. Then Stephanie smiled, soft but resolute. "Then it's settled. We'll propose it to my father in the next board meeting."
Sandro leaned back in his chair again, that smirk never leaving his face. "Good," he said simply. "Then let's change this business. Together."
The discussion went late into the night, but Sandro walked out of the office with a clear look of satisfaction on his face. He had gotten what he wanted, FCW was on its way to becoming WWE's own developmental brand, NXT, and he had cemented his role as the man pulling strings not just in the storylines but in the company's real future.
The fans wouldn't know the details, not yet, but soon enough the effects would ripple through WWE. And when they did, everyone would remember who planted the seed, at least internally for couple of years before then globally.
After that meeting some days passed by, and during those days, Sandro received a call from his investment advisor, Hugo. Hugo's voice carried a hint of excitement but also the cautious tone of a man who knew he was dealing with something big.
He explained that the two Chinese college students, Zhang Yiming and Liang Rubo, the ones behind a startup project they were calling ByteDance, had finally agreed to meet with Hugo in America. It wasn't an easy task, but he had offered them a fully paid, one week trip to New York, an offer so tempting that the two young men couldn't refuse.
The idea was simple, bring them here, let them see what resources and opportunities America had to offer, and then convince them to take Sandro's investment in exchange for equity in their project.
Sandro leaned back in his leather chair, smiling faintly as Hugo laid it all out. "Good work, Hugo," he said smoothly, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "This is exactly the kind of opportunity we've been waiting for." His eyes gleamed with that sharp edge, the kind of look that said he was already playing three steps ahead.
But then, he added another layer. "When you meet them, try persuading them to give us fifty percent equity. In exchange, not only will they get my investment, but I'll also sponsor scholarships for both of them. Best universities here in America, majors of their choosing. And—" he paused for dramatic effect, "—I'll buy a building in Beijing. That'll serve as their headquarters and R&D site for ByteDance. They'll have full say in building their staff. It won't just be money—I'll be giving them a foundation."
On the other end of the line, Hugo drew in a deep breath. "…Fifty percent?" he repeated, almost in disbelief. "Sandro, don't you think you're doing a bit too much? I mean, we don't know if this ByteDance project will even go big in the future. What if all this money is wasted?"
Sandro chuckled, low and confident, like someone who had already seen the future play out. "Hugo, the one thing I lack is not money. Dollars are stronger than the Yuan right now. Buildings in Beijing? Not that expensive, especially if we go for a secondhand one in a good location. We don't need shiny and new, we need functional. And as for two students studying abroad? That's nothing compared to what this could become. Don't think about the risk. Think about the potential. The future is data, media, content, and ByteDance is exactly the kind of platform that will dominate that space."
There was a pause. Then Hugo sighed, the kind of sigh that meant he'd been convinced even if he still had doubts. "…Alright. I understand. I'll do my best to convince them."
"Oh, and Sandro," Hugo added, his voice shifting slightly, "you'll want to hear this. Spotify, they've officially launched in the American market. First results? Big positive. User trends are climbing every day. More music is being added, thanks to artists and labels signing cooperation deals. Honestly… it's shaping up to be a huge success. I wouldn't be surprised if the global launch comes sooner than any of us think."
Sandro's smirk widened. "Good. Very good. Keep an eye on it, and keep me updated. Spotify's growth means we're heading into the right era of digital content. I'll make note of that."
With that, the call ended on a satisfying note, and the days slipped by once again and soon it was Monday again. WWE Raw was live in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and the fans packed the stadium to the brim. It was a sold out crowd, their cheers shaking the rafters as pyro exploded across the stage. The atmosphere was electric, the kind of buzz that only WWE on a Monday night could create.
Michael Cole's voice rang out over the noise. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday Night Raw! We are LIVE here in Milwaukee, and you can feel the energy in the air tonight! I'm Michael Cole, joined as always by Jerry 'The King' Lawler, and King, what a night we have ahead of us!"
Lawler's voice followed, full of excitement. "That's right, Cole! We've got a jam packed card, and I can't wait to see how it all unfolds. But right now, I hear we're starting off with a big debut, Alexa Bliss in her very first singles match on Raw!"
The camera cut to the stage as Alexa's entrance theme hit, the crowd erupting in a chorus of boos. Alexa stepped out onto the stage with confidence, her blonde hair catching the lights as she struck a pose. Beside her, as always, was Sandro, his tailored jacket and confident smirk making him stand out just as much as she did.
The camera cut to the entrance as her music hit, the crowd unleashing a mix of boos and jeers. Alexa Bliss stepped out, dazzling under the spotlight, walking down the ramp with Sandro right by her side. He wore that same confident smirk he always carried, his presence at her side adding both weight and venom to the entrance. Alexa strutted, soaking up the reaction, the boos only seeming to fuel her confidence.
In the ring, Melina was already waiting, stretching against the ropes and staring daggers at Alexa.
Alexa walked up the steel steps, entered through the middle rope, and struck a pose that drew even louder boos from the crowd. She blew a playful kiss toward the hard cam, then settled in her corner. Sandro took his place at ringside, arms folded, his piercing eyes never leaving the ring.
The referee checked both women, then signaled for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Cole's voice rang out over commentary. "Here we go, folks, Alexa Bliss making her singles debut here on RAW, with that snake Sandro lurking at ringside. You can already feel how undeserved this is."
Lawler chuckled, though there was an edge of disdain in his tone. "Undeserved? Cole, come on. The Undisputed System weasels their way into everything. And now Alexa's here, flaunting herself as if she belongs on this stage. She hasn't earned this spot!"
Cole sneered. "Exactly, King. She's nothing more than Sandro's little puppet, benefiting from his schemes. And poor Melina, she's about to be in a two on one situation."
Back in the ring, Alexa and Melina locked up. Melina quickly shoved Alexa back, drawing cheers from the crowd. Alexa smirked and shook her head, circling again. They locked up a second time, and this time Alexa ducked under, twisting Melina's arm into a wristlock. Melina grimaced, but flipped out of it, catching Alexa with a sharp arm drag that sent her crashing to the mat.
Lawler was happy seeing that. "That's what I'm talking about! Melina isn't going to be pushed around by some rookie with a big mouth and an even bigger ego."
Cole snapped back."Rookie or not, Alexa's got Sandro's backing, King. That means she's dangerous."The crowd roared as Melina hit a running dropkick, sending Alexa tumbling back into the corner. Alexa clutched her ribs, glaring at Melina, while Sandro leaned on the apron, barking instructions.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: WWE - RAW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles
Faction: The Undisputed System
Championships History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA X Division Champion.
Other Achievments: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner
Wrestelmania Record: 1 - 0