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That seemed to cue Sandro into sharing something he'd been thinking about since the hospital. "Actually, that's something I wanted to talk about," he said, straightening a little. "I've been thinking about taking some additional training. Boxing, kickboxing, MMA, maybe even Krav Maga. I want to tighten my technique, make my strikes look more real, more precise. Not just acting like I hit, actually learning how to hit properly."
Alexa, mid bite, looked at him curiously. "You mean, like, for training?"
"Yeah," Sandro nodded. "I've already got a training in Taekwondo and Aikido which gave me flexibility and some discipline from before I started wrestling, plus some amateur wrestling experience. That's helped me understand grappling and submissions, how to make them look real without hurting anyone. But my strikes could use refinement. I want every punch, every knee, every kick to look authentic. I want to refine that. Make everything more real, more cinematic. It's part of my craft, and it keeps me evolving."
Jack smiled approvingly. "That's smart. Investing in your own body, that's the best investment there is. You're your own brand, your own business. If you keep learning, you'll just keep getting better. The more you perfect your craft, the longer you'll last."
Taylor nodded, though she still gave him a small warning look. "Just promise me you won't push yourself too hard. I know training like that can be brutal."
Sandro smiled softly. "I'll be careful. I promise."
Alexa, meanwhile, had that curious spark in her eyes. "You know what," she said, "I might join you. I've been wanting to sharpen my ring style too. Some real combat training could help me in the ring."
Sandro's smile widened. "You should. I was going to suggest it to you anyway, and to April and Nikki, too. If we all learn how to throw proper strikes and defend ourselves, it'll make matches look better and safer. Less risk of accidentally hurting someone."
"Count me in then," Alexa said, grinning. "Just don't go easy on me."
Jack chuckled hearing that. "Now that's what I like to hear. Training together, getting better together. That's the spirit."
Dinner went smoothly after that. The atmosphere gradually lightened, filled with laughter, shared stories, and the quiet pride that came with surviving another chapter of chaos.
By the time dessert came, Taylor was smiling again, Jack was already checking his schedule to see when he could visit them next, and Alexa was leaning comfortably against Sandro's shoulder, their fingers intertwined under the table.
The next day came fast, Monday. And with it came the roaring chaos of Monday Night Raw, this time live from Denver, Colorado.
The arena was packed. Sold out to the rafters. The line outside stretched for blocks, with fans still trying to get in even after every ticket was gone.
Those who couldn't make it inside huddled around several large screens set up outside the venue, watching together, chanting, singing along to the intro theme as if they were in the arena themselves. They weren't leaving, not when this was the fallout from Extreme Rules, one of the most shocking pay per views in recent memory.
As the broadcast opened, the camera swept over a sea of cheering, screaming fans, holding up handmade signs like "WHY KOFI WHY?!", "UNDISPUTED CHAOS!", and "SANDRO IS GOD MODE."
Then pyro exploded across the stage, and the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers. Millions of fans around the world tuned in, either through live television or WWE Network streams, anticipation buzzing through every household.
At the commentary desk, Michael Cole's voice rang out over the roar of the audience.
"Welcome to Monday Night Raw! We are live from Denver, Colorado, and what a night this is going to be! Just 48 hours removed from one of the most chaotic and emotional main events in WWE history! The entire WWE Universe is demanding answers and tonight, we might just get them!"
Jerry "The King" Lawler nodded beside him, his eyes wide with excitement. "That's right, Michael! The whole world is still talking about Kofi Kingston's shocking betrayal, joining Sandro Zhang and the Undisputed System after taking out Shawn Michaels and Triple H! I mean, it's unbelievable! The fans are stunned, the locker room is shaken! The entire world's been talking about it!"
Cole nodded as the cameras cut through shots of the fired up audience. "The betrayal heard around the world, King. The question on everyone's mind tonight, why? Why did Kofi do it? What made him join forces with the most dominant faction in modern WWE?"
The camera cut to the massive Titantron screen on stage, replaying a slow motion highlight reel of the previous night, Kofi's heel turn, Sandro's smirk, the stunned silence of the crowd. The haunting orchestral music underscored the magnitude of the moment.
The fans erupted in a mix of boos and awe as the footage ended with the now iconic image, Sandro Zhang and Kofi Kingston standing side by side, drenched in blood and sweat, the Undisputed System's logo flashing behind them.
Backstage, the crew bustled with energy as producers coordinated entrances, lights, and timing. Sandro, now fully dressed in his sharp black with gold threads suit, stood beside Alexa and Kofi, watching the opening feed from a monitor.
There was a quiet confidence about him, an aura that made everyone give him space. Despite the bruises, despite the exhaustion, he looked unshaken. In fact, he looked more dangerous than ever.
Alexa leaned close, whispering, "They're eating it up out there."
Sandro smirked, his voice low. "Good. Let them talk. The more they talk, the more attention we gain when we go out."
Kofi adjusted his new fresh black suit nervously, still processing the weight of what he'd have participated two days before. "They're gonna hate me for this," he muttered.
Sandro turned to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "They already do. But that's what makes it beautiful. You shocked the world, Kofi. Now we control the narrative."
And as the red lights flashed backstage signaling their segment's approach, the Undisputed System prepared to step into the spotlight once again, ready to redefine what dominance looked like in the modern WWE era.
The lights inside the arena dimmed again, that low, thunderous anticipation humming through the Denver crowd like static. Every single fan was on their feet, phones in hand, waiting for what was about to happen next. The commentary table went silent for a moment, letting the noise of the audience swell, an ocean of chants, cheers, and nervous tension.
And then—
"TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!"
Motorhead's gravelly roar tore through the arena speakers, and the place erupted. The fans exploded with one of the loudest ovations of the night. The sight of Triple H's name flashing across the massive LED boards sent goosebumps through every person in attendance.
Cole's voice rose above the chaos. "OH MY GOD! THE GAME IS HERE! TRIPLE H IS IN THE BUILDING!"
Lawler shouted right after him, his voice cracking with excitement, "After what that man went through forty eight hours ago, I can't believe my eyes! Look at him, Cole! Look at him! He's actually here!"
And when the camera zoomed in on the stage, the fans saw exactly what Lawler meant. Triple H emerged through the smoke, not the confident, dominant version everyone knew, but a man who had been to war and somehow survived. His head was bandaged, his arm strapped with athletic tape, his ribs tightly wrapped under his sleeveless leather jacket.
Every step he took looked heavy, but the fire in his eyes was unbroken. The audience didn't cheer at first out of excitement, it was something deeper. It was respect. This was the war hero returning from battle, bruised but unbroken.
Behind him, the crowd roared even louder as more figures followed,Stephanie McMahon walked out, her arm in a sling. Following her, the familiar green and black glow of DX filled the stage as Shawn Michaels, Road Dogg, Billy Gunn, X-Pac, and Tori joined them. Shane McMahon brought up the rear, clapping a supportive hand against Triple H's shoulder.
The ovation grew to thunder as the entire DX-McMahon alliance stood together at the top of the ramp, all bearing wounds, all standing proud. The group made their way slowly down the ramp, Triple H leading the charge.
Cole's tone softened slightly, almost reverent.
"This is incredible. Just look at this, King. These men and women went through absolute hell at Extreme Rules. They were beaten, battered, and broken by the Undisputed System, but they're here tonight, walking down that ramp like warriors who refuse to stay down."
Lawler nodded, almost shouting over the deafening chants. "The fans know it too, Cole! Listen to them! They're thanking them for what they gave! Listen to that crowd!"
Indeed, the entire arena filled with chants of—
"THANK YOU TRIPLEH!" "THANK YOU DX!" "THANK YOU TRIPLEH!" "THANK YOU DX!"
Triple H paused midway down the ramp, glancing at the crowd, and for a brief moment, the hard exterior cracked into a tired but genuine smirk. He nodded toward them before continuing down to ringside with his crew.
When they reached the ring, they all took the steel steps slowly, helping one another through the ropes. Stephanie was handed a microphone by a ringside assistant, and she turned to give it to her husband. The crowd quieted slightly, the energy shifting from celebration to anticipation.
Triple H took a deep breath, standing in the center of the ring, the rest of DX and the McMahons surrounding him in a symbolic wall of solidarity. His music faded out. Only the low hum of the crowd remained.
He began pacing slowly, his voice gravelly from exhaustion but still powerful enough to echo through the arena.
"I'm sure everyone in this building… and everyone watching around the world… saw what happened at Extreme Rules."
The crowd responded immediately with loud cheers, followed by boos when the memory of the Undisputed System's dominance resurfaced. Triple H nodded grimly, continuing.
"Yeah. You saw it. You saw what those bastards did to us. You saw the destruction. You saw the blood. You saw what they did to me, to Shawn, to every single person in this ring tonight. And you know what? It's a lie to say we're not angry. It's a lie to say we're not ashamed that we lost. Because we did lose."
He stopped, raising his voice as the camera zoomed in on his expression. The crowd booed loudly, chants of "SANDRO SUCKS!" echoing through the arena.
"But we lost fighting with everything we had. We didn't run. We didn't hide. We stood toe to toe with the Undisputed System and we gave them hell!"
The fans roared again, their cheers rising in unison, echoing through the rafters. Shawn patted Hunter on the back, mouthing, "Damn right."
Cole spoke over the noise. "Listen to this, King. You can feel it. That's respect from the WWE Universe!"
Triple H let the cheers roll for a few seconds before lowering the mic again, his tone hardening.
"We can live with that. We can live with losing a war. But what I can't live with, what none of us can live with, is betrayal."
The entire arena went quiet in an instant.
Triple H's eyes darkened as he stared straight into the hard camera. "Kofi Kingston…"
The crowd instantly turned into a wall of boos.
"You. Kofi. You were supposed to be one of us. You stood shoulder to shoulder with DX. With the McMahons. With me. You said you believed in fighting for this company, for this business! But at Extreme Rules… you spat in the face of everything we stood for. You turned your back on us. You turned your back on every single person in this arena!"
The boos grew even louder. Stephanie folded her arms, her glare directed toward the stage. Shawn looked down at the mat, disappointment etched across his face.
"We fought together for months, Kofi. You said you wanted to stop Sandro, to protect this place from being taken over. You said you were one of us! But when the time came, when the stakes were at their highest, you sold your soul to that snake and his little army!"
The fans were now fully behind him. Chants of "YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!" echoed throughout the arena.
Triple H pointed toward the entrance ramp, his voice rising. "So, Kofi, I'm not gonna waste any more time. You've got a lot to answer for. You wanna explain yourself? Come out here. Right now."
The crowd waited, buzzing and restless.
And then—
"SHOCK THE SYSTEM!"
The sound cue hit like an explosion. The lights flickered out instantly, and the crowd's roar turned to deafening boos. Golden lights flooded the entrance ramp as the Undisputed System's entrance theme hit, and through the haze of smoke, Kofi Kingston stepped out, microphone already in hand.
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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, & 1x WWE United States Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0