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Lawler nodded gravely. "That's right, Cole. Last week, the Undisputed System humiliated DX, destroyed the new tag champions, and declared war on the entire company. Tonight, hopefully the boss could set things straight without getting hurt."
Before Cole could even continue—
"NO CHANCE… SO THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE GOT!"
The crowd erupted.
Mr. McMahon's iconic theme hit, and the arena shook with cheers and nostalgia. The titantron flashed his name in bold silver letters as Vince McMahon himself emerged from backstage, microphone in hand.
The fans immediately rose to their feet, chanting his name. "VINCE! VINCE! VINCE!"
For a moment, he stood still at the top of the ramp, soaking it in, the applause, the boos, the energy. His expression flickered between pride and irritation.
Then, with that trademark swagger, he began the famous Vince McMahon strut down the ramp. Every step oozed authority. Every movement commanded respect.
Cole's voice rose over the noise. "There he is, the Chairman of WWE, ready to address the most dominant and dangerous faction this company has ever seen!"
Vince entered the ring slowly, circling it once before standing dead center. The music faded. The crowd's cheers dimmed into a heavy silence.
He raised the microphone, his jaw tightening.
"Last week…" he began, his gravelly voice cutting through the arena. "Last week, I watched as my company descended into chaos." The crowd booed lightly, not at him, but at the memory. "I watched as the Undisputed System attacked my superstars, hijacked my show, and made a mockery of everything that Monday Night Raw stands for."
The audience was hanging on every word. Vince's voice grew louder, firmer. "Now, I've been in this business long enough to recognize when I'm looking at a problem and make no mistake, Sandro Zhang is a problem. A talented, dangerous, manipulative, and violent problem."
Boos filled the air at the mention of Sandro's name, but a few cheers broke through, proof that even the audience couldn't deny the man's impact.
Vince continued, pacing slightly. "But I've also learned something else over the years. When someone thinks they can outsmart me, outplay me, and take control of my company…" He paused, leaning on the ropes, glaring toward the stage. "…they find out real fast that the boss, Vince McMahon, doesn't go down without a fight."
The fans roared at Vince's words, the sound echoing through the rafters of the El Paso arena. Thousands of voices merged into one thunderous chant of approval, a mix of excitement and raw belief that the boss was about to strike back. For all of Vince's flaws, his arrogance, his manipulations, his ruthless streak, the fans had always known one thing about him, he never backs down.
Cole shouted over the cheers, his voice almost cracking with energy. "The Chairman means business tonight, King! You can hear it in his voice! He's not gonna let Sandro or the Undisputed System run this place into the ground!"
Lawler nodded gravely beside him. "That's right, Cole. If there's one thing we all know about Mr. McMahon, it's that he'll do whatever it takes to stay in control. He's been through hell and back, Austin, Hogan & NWO, The Rock, Undertaker, DX, he's survived them all. But if even he's calling Sandro a 'problem'… that tells you just how dangerous the Undisputed System really is."
The crowd settled slightly, their cheers fading into a hum of anticipation as Vince straightened his suit jacket. He raised the mic again, his eyes narrowing.
"Now," Vince said, his tone shifting from defiant to calculating, "before I go any further, there's something I need to take care of. You see… I've learned my lesson."
He turned his body toward the entrance ramp and gestured sharply with his free hand. "So, before I continue, I'd like to invite out the team of security and bodyguards I personally hired for tonight. Come on out!"
The audience buzzed with confusion and then gasped.
From the stage emerged a wave of security personnel, nearly thirty men in black shirts and tactical vests, walking in formation down the ramp. The sight was surreal. Fans leaned over the barricades trying to count, realizing this wasn't your standard handful of guards, this was a small army.
Cole's jaw dropped. ""My God, King! Look at this! Vince has brought the entire army with him! That's… that's got to be the largest security presence we've ever seen in WWE history!"
Lawler added, "I don't blame him, Cole! He's not taking any chances after that headbutt from Sandro a few weeks ago. If Sandro could knock the Chairman out cold once, what's to stop him from doing it again?"
The thirty guards surrounded the ring like a fortress. Ten lined up along the entrance ramp, ten circled the barricades ringside, and ten entered the ring itself, forming a tight perimeter around Vince. The entire scene looked more like a political summit than a wrestling show.
Vince allowed himself a thin smile, clearly proud of the statement the visual made. He looked around, nodding in satisfaction before raising his mic again.
"Now that," he said, "is what I call security."
The crowd booed, but there was laughter too. Vince chuckled dryly, pacing the ring. "You see, this extra muscle is here to make sure that no one, and I mean no one, from the Undisputed System lays a hand on me tonight. Because I still remember that little 'incident' a few weeks ago, when Sandro decided to headbutt me backstage like some rabid animal. That won't be happening again, not while I'm standing in my ring!"
The crowd roared with mixed reactions, cheers for Vince's confidence, boos at the mention of Sandro.
He continued, his tone darkening. "Now, let's get to business. What Sandro Zhang and his Undisputed System have been doing, the ambushes, the threats, the humiliation of DX, the attack on Cryme Tyme and The Usos, it all ends now. If they think they can hold this show hostage, they've got another thing coming!"
He stopped pacing, pointing directly into the camera lens as though staring down Sandro himself.
"So here's what's going to happen. If the Undisputed System doesn't stop their rampage… I will strip Sandro Zhang of the United States Championship, effective immediately."
The crowd popped at that line, chanting "STRIP HIM! STRIP HIM!"
Vince smirked slightly, feeding off the energy. "And furthermore—" He slammed his hand against the top rope, the mic shaking in his grip. "—every single member of that group will be banned from any title opportunities in WWE going forward!"
Lawler's eyes widened. "That's huge! If Vince actually goes through with that, it could end the Undisputed System's power trip right here, right now!"
Cole added, "But the question is, can he enforce it? These guys don't follow anyone's rules, not even the Chairman's!"
Vince raised a hand, signaling for quiet. "And as for the chaos they caused last week… consider this their wake up call. Each and every one of them, Sandro, Kofi, Drew, Wade, Big E, Ryback, and Alexa Bliss, is hereby fined one hundred thousand dollars. Each!"
The arena reacted in disbelief.
Cole exclaimed, "A hundred thousand each?! That's… that's over seven hundred grand in fines, King!"
Lawler shook his head. "Money won't scare these people, Cole. They're not just in this for the cash, Sandro have all of that, what they want is control!"
Vince took a deep breath, straightening his tie again. "And because I refuse to let Raw fall apart any further, I am officially appointing a new General Manager to restore order to this show."
The crowd buzzed with mixed reactions, cheers for change, boos for the unknown. Vince continued, his tone sharp.
"As of tonight, Bret Hart is relieved of his duties as General Manager. Bret has not appeared since WrestleMania, and I don't have time for absentee leadership. This show needs someone who can deal with chaos, someone who understands how to control extreme situations."
The audience erupted in boos at the mention of Bret being fired, but their curiosity was piqued. Cole leaned forward. "Wait, wait, did he just fire Bret Hart?!"
Lawler exclaimed, "Who's replacing him, then? Who could possibly handle something like the Undisputed System?"
Vince smirked, clearly enjoying the suspense. "Ladies and gentlemen… your new General Manager of Monday Night Raw…"
The arena lights suddenly flickered, and then—
"EXTREME!"
The words flashed in blood red letters across the titantron as a deep, gritty guitar riff ripped through the speakers. The fans exploded into cheers as the ECW theme blared through the arena.
Cole practically screamed, "Oh my God! You've gotta be kidding me!"
Lawler jumped out of his seat. "No way! It can't be!"
The titantron lit up again, PAUL HEYMAN.
The fans absolutely lost it. "HEYMAN! HEYMAN! HEYMAN!" chants thundered throughout the building as Paul Heyman, dressed in a sharp black suit and his trademark smirk, emerged from the back. He looked around the roaring crowd, his eyes gleaming with that familiar mix of arrogance and intensity.
Cole couldn't contain himself. "Paul Heyman is back in WWE! The former ECW mastermind, the man behind some of the most dangerous talents in wrestling history!"
Lawler added with disbelief, "He hasn't been here since 2006! This is unbelievable!"
Heyman walked down the ramp slowly, methodically, soaking in every chant. He passed through the line of security guards, giving each of them a knowing grin, as if to say, You might need more than that once I'm done here.
Once inside the ring, Heyman and Vince met face to face. For a moment, the two stared each other down, their shared history palpable. Then Vince extended his hand and Heyman shook it. The crowd roared again.
Vince handed him the microphone, stepping back slightly, letting the master of the microphone have the floor.
Heyman turned slowly, eyes scanning the crowd, letting the noise settle. Then, in that classic cadence that every fan in the arena knew by heart, he spoke:
"Ladies and gentlemen…"
The fans finished it for him, shouting in unison, "My name is Paul Heyman!"
The building shook.
Heyman smiled proudly, continuing, "And I have been appointed as the new General Manager of Monday! Night! RAW!"
The crowd erupted once again, some on their feet, others screaming in disbelief.
Cole was nearly laughing in shock. "I can't believe it! Vince McMahon has brought Paul Heyman back to run Raw! Talk about chaos meeting chaos!"
Heyman began pacing slowly, his energy magnetic. "Now, I've been watching what's been going on around here since WrestleMania. I've seen Sandro Zhang and his Undisputed System turn this show into their personal playground. From the night they debuted, when they helped their leader win the first ever Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal, all the way to Extreme Rules, where Kofi Kingston shocked the world and aligned himself with the very faction he once swore to destroy."
He paused as the fans buzzed louder, hanging on his every word.
"Well, I'm here to tell you all something very simple." Heyman smirked, leaning toward the hard camera. "That ends. Right. Now."
The crowd cheered.
Heyman continued, "Because as of tonight, I'm the man in charge. And I don't scare easily. I've dealt with chaos before. I've built my career managing the most dangerous, uncontrollable wrestlers in the history of this business. In case you've forgotten…"
He raised his free hand, his voice growing louder.
"I created the land of extreme! I controlled ECW! I handled monsters like Taz! Like Sabu! Like the Dudley Boyz!"
The crowd chanted along with him, their voices echoing through the arena. "E! C! W! E! C! W!"
Heyman grinned wide at the sound, turning to Vince with a look of pure satisfaction. "So if you think I can't handle Sandro Zhang and his little Undisputed System…"
He was about to continue when—
SHOCK THE SYSTEM!
The entire arena went dark.
The titantron glitched violently, the "RAW" logo twisting into gold static. The fans immediately began to boo as gold lights flashed through the darkness. Then, that pulsing mechanical beat hit again, the Undisputed System's theme shaking the entire building.
Cole's voice cracked over the chaos. "Oh no! Oh no, not now! Not after everything Vince and Heyman just said!"
Lawler shouted, "They're here, Cole! The Undisputed System is here!"
Golden light flooded the entrance ramp as smoke billowed out and there they were. Sandro Zhang, United States Championship slung over his shoulder, leading Alexa Bliss, Kofi Kingston, Drew McIntyre, Wade Barrett, Big E, and Ryback down the ramp.
The boos were deafening.
Sandro stopped halfway down, his cold grin never wavering, the gold glow reflecting off his title. Heyman and Vince stood in the ring surrounded by guards, their eyes fixed on the approaching storm.
Cole whispered into his mic, voice trembling. "We've got thirty security guards, the Chairman, and the new General Manager in the ring… and I still don't think that's enough." The Undisputed System stopped at ringside. Sandro tilted his head slightly, staring up at Vince and Heyman, two of the most powerful men in wrestling history, and slowly raised the mic.
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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