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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.
He didn't come alone.
Behind him emerged Sandro Zhang, the United States Championship gleaming on his shoulder, smirking with that cold arrogance that sent the crowd into a frenzy of hatred. Following him were Drew McIntyre, Wade Barrett, Big E, Ryback, and Alexa Bliss, the Undisputed System, in full force.
Cole shouted into his headset, "Oh, come on! Of course they're all here! The whole damn Undisputed System is out here to back him up!"
Lawler added furiously, "They have no shame, Cole! No shame at all!"
The seven of them stood tall on the stage, soaking in the venom of the audience. The boos were so loud they almost drowned out the commentary.
Kofi waited for the noise to die down, then slowly lifted the mic to his mouth. He smiled faintly, bitterly.
"You know what's funny?" he began, shaking his head. "I haven't even said a word yet, and you've already decided I'm guilty. Already decided I betrayed everything I stood for."
He looked out over the jeering fans, then back down at the ring, where Triple H and DX glared up at him. "You all want to know why, right? Why I did what I did? Why I turned my back on DX, on Triple H, on all of you?" He paused, letting the hatred wash over him. "That's the wrong question. The question isn't 'why did I betray you'... The question is... who betrayed who first?"
The crowd went silent. Even Cole's voice faltered for a moment. "What the hell does he mean by that?"
Triple H's brow furrowed, visibly confused and angry. He raised his mic. "What the hell are you talking about, Kofi?"
Kofi turned his head slightly toward him, his eyes narrowing. "You heard me. You want to talk about betrayal? Then maybe you should look in the mirror first."
The crowd's confusion grew louder. Shawn Michaels frowned, stepping closer to the ropes. "Kofi, don't do this, man…"
Kofi just smiled, a mix of bitterness and heartbreak flickering across his face."You see, Hunter, you talk about loyalty like you invented it. But I've been loyal from day one. I believed in DX. I believed in this team. I believed in you. But what happens when you start seeing ghosts? When your paranoia makes you think everyone's out to get you?"
He then turned raised his hand and pointed toward the titantron. "You know what? Don't take my word for it. Let's show the people the truth. Roll the footage."
The arena lights dimmed again, and the Titantron flickered to life.
The footage began playing, grainy, behind the scenes clips. It started with moments fans never saw before, Kofi with DX during backstage meetings, team discussions, strategy planning. At first, everything seemed normal. But as the weeks passed in the footage, the tone began to shift.
Cole's voice dropped. "Wait a second… are these real?"
Then a clip was showed where Kofi was at backstage weeks before Extreme Rules, sitting with Triple H, Road Dogg, and Billy Gunn. The conversation was tense.
Triple H's voice was low but accusatory. "I don't know, man. Something doesn't add up. Every time Sandro gets the jump on us, somehow Kofi's not there. I'm not saying anything… but it's starting to look funny."
Kofi's eyes widened in disbelief in the footage. "You think I'm a mole? You think I'd betray you?"
Triple H's silence in the clip said enough. The tension was thick. Road Dogg awkwardly looked away.
Back in the live arena, the crowd booed as Kofi on stage pointed to the screen. "See? That's where it started. Doubt. No proof. No reason. Just doubt."
The clips rolled on.
Triple H's voice could be heard off camera in one clip. "I don't know, something about him feels off. He's been talking to Sandro backstage. I don't trust it."
Kofi, in the next clip, confronted him. "Hunter, you're letting him get in your head! Sandro's trying to divide us, and it's working! You're pushing me away for no reason!"
Triple H snapped back, "Don't tell me how to read people, Kofi! I've been in the business for years! I know when someone's playing both sides!"
The next clip rolled, Kofi trying to convince Shawn Michaels that Sandro's games were working, that they were turning Hunter paranoid. Shawn tried to calm him down, saying, "Look, Kof… he's not himself right now. Sandro's been getting under his skin. Don't take it personally."
Clip after clip rolled, each one showing Triple H getting more aggressive, more distrustful. Accusing Kofi behind his back. Ignoring his warnings about Sandro's mind games.
The Titantron continued to play, the final two clips rolling in like the closing arguments of a damning case.
The first clip cut to the night of the incident, the moment that had, until now, been painted as the ultimate betrayal. The footage showed Kofi inside the ring, clutching the United States Championship after the successful ambush on Sandro and the Undisputed System.
His eyes weren't wild or greedy, they were almost reverent, full of that childlike awe of a man who loved this business more than anything. He was staring at the belt, at the legacy it represented.
But then the footage slowed, Triple H rushing forward, misunderstanding entirely, anger flaring across his face before Pedigree! The crack of Kofi's skull against the mat echoed in the silent arena as the crowd on Raw tonight winced in unison.
Then came the second clip, the aftermath backstage. The camera was shaky, as if filmed secretly. Kofi, groggy and still dazed from the Pedigree, stumbled into the locker room where Triple H stood waiting, pacing like a storm trapped in a cage. DX members were there too, watching in uneasy silence.
"What the hell was that out there, huh?" Triple H's voice was thunderous. "You think you can just parade around with that title like it's yours? You think you've earned that?"
Kofi, still clutching the back of his neck, stammered, "It wasn't like that, Hunter. I wasn't stealing it, I was just... I was admiring it, man. That title, it's... it's what I've been dreaming to hold at least once for my whole life. It was a moment, that's all!"
Triple H stepped forward, eyes blazing. "You embarrassed me out there. You embarrassed us. You made me look like a fool in front of the entire world."
"Hunter, I didn't mean—"
"Save it!" Triple H roared, his voice cracking through the tension like a whip. "You're done. You're out. You're not DX material. You never were."
There was an audible gasp from the crowd in the live arena as Triple H pointed to the door. "Get out."
Kofi froze, looking around at the others, Road Dogg, Billy Gunn, X-Pac, even Stephanie and Tori. His eyes finally fell on Shawn Michaels, "Shawn…?" he asked, voice trembling, looking for backup, for a word, for anything.
But Shawn's face was unreadable, guilt, conflict, and fear all rolled into one. He looked away.
Kofi's shoulders slumped. He nodded slowly, the heartbreak evident even in the grainy footage. Without another word, he picked up his gear and walked out of the locker room, head bowed, as the camera lingered on the silent, uncomfortable faces he left behind.
The clip cut out.
Silence.
A silence so heavy it felt suffocating. No one in the arena made a sound. Even Cole and Lawler were speechless.
Kofi lowered his microphone for a moment, letting the gravity of the footage speak for itself. Then, slowly, he looked back toward the ring. His expression was cold, empty, but behind that stillness burned of suppressed fury and hurt.
He raised the mic again, his tone sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. "That night… when you hit me with that Pedigree, Hunter, when you banished me like trash… I thought I was going to end up lying on the parking lot floor covered in blood." He smirked faintly, his words laced with venom. "Sound familiar?"
The crowd reacted instantly, gasping, murmuring, some even cheering. Everyone knew the reference, the infamous night years ago when Triple H had attacked Shawn Michaels in a parking lot, a moment that forever stained his legacy.
Cole nearly shouted over the noise. "Oh my God… he's bringing up the night Triple H turned on Shawn!"
Kofi's smirk. "Funny, right? History repeating itself. Only this time, I wasn't the one swinging the hammer."
Triple H's eyes widened, fury flashing across his face. He pointed at Kofi, yelling from the ring. "You don't bring that up! You don't bring that up, damn it!"
The camera cut to Triple H inside the ring, veins bulging in his neck, fury etched across every line of his face. Stephanie reached out to touch his arm, but he shrugged her off, his breathing ragged.
Around him, DX stood frozen, some in disbelief, others in quiet guilt. Shawn's eyes, in particular, told a thousand stories, guilt, shame, maybe even a flicker of understanding.
"You see, that's the problem, Hunter," Kofi continued. "You act like you're the only man who's ever been betrayed. But deep down, you're the one who does the betraying. You stab people in the back, you manipulate, you use them… and when they stop being useful, you throw them away. I just learned it the hard way."
He paused, his eyes flicking toward the United States title draped over Sandro's shoulder. "You see, I didn't wake up one day and decide to destroy DX. No. What happened at Extreme Rules wasn't betrayal. It was justice."
Boos rained down from the stands, but Kofi didn't flinch. He waited until the noise dipped before continuing, his voice lower now, calmer, almost reflective.
"You want the truth?" he said. "Here it is. Back before I ever made it to Raw, before the world knew my name, I was down in FCW. Fighting every night to prove I belonged. Fighting to make sure that when people saw me, they didn't just see another hopeful rookie. That's when I got the call."
The crowd quieted, listening.
"It was Dusty. Dusty Rhodes himself."
That name alone drew respectful cheers. Kofi nodded faintly. "Dusty told me Vince had a problem. A big problem. Sandro Zhang and the Undisputed System were running wild at Raw, they were everywhere, dominating everything. Vince wanted them stopped. But he couldn't send anyone from the main roster, as DX want to face then alone and he can't send othe rtop talents due to the risk of injury. So he asked Dusty for a man he could trust."
Kofi looked down, his voice softening. "Dusty asked me. He said, 'Kofi, I need someone loyal. Someone who can stand up for what's right, no matter how dirty it gets.' And out of respect for him… I said yes."
He looked up again, fire returning to his eyes. "That's why I came to Raw. That's why I joined DX. Not because I wanted fame. Not because I wanted the spotlight. But because Vince needed someone inside to help them fight the Undisputed System. And who better than someone who knew Sandro's playbook better than anyone else? We were tag partners once. Brothers in arms. I knew his mind. I knew his tactics."
The crowd buzzed with shock , murmurs rippling through the arena as it was the truth.
"But you know what I found when I got here?" Kofi asked, his voice rising. "I found a group that didn't see me as a teammate. They saw me as a rookie. A prop. A charity case. Someone who should just smile, nod, and stay quiet while the 'real legends' handled the business."
He chuckled darkly. "So I bit my tongue. I swallowed my pride. Because Dusty asked me to do this for the good of the company. For WWE. But week after week, I kept warning them. Telling them Sandro wasn't playing by their rules. And what did I get in return?"
He pointed back toward the Titantron. "You saw it. Paranoia. Accusations. Betrayal."
His voice dropped lower, laced with venom. "The only one who ever gave me a shred of respect was Shawn. But even that wasn't loyalty, it was pity. He'd pull me aside, tell me not to take it personally, that Hunter was just 'tense.' That he'd come around. But he never did. Because deep down, none of you believed in me."
The camera cut again to Shawn in the ring. He looked down, shame heavy on his face.
Kofi continued, his words like daggers. "So when Triple H threw me out, I figured that was it. That I'd wasted my time trying to fight for people who never saw me as an equal. But fate has a funny sense of humor, doesn't it? Because when I walked out that night, I ran into someone else."
The crowd immediately began booing again as Kofi turned slightly, gesturing toward Sandro, who stood beside him with that sly grin. "Yeah," Kofi said, smirking. "I ran into him. The man I thought was my enemy. The man I was sent here to stop."
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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