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Lawler nodded, gripping his headset. "It's a battle of the minds, Cole. Two of the smartest men in wrestling history standing toe to toe and the Chairman caught in between!"
Sandro took one last step forward, his voice dropping low and dangerous. "So, Mr. Heyman, what's it going to be? Will you show that you're truly the man in charge… or will you hide behind Vince McMahon's rules and prove to the world that you're just another corporate puppet like the past General Managers?"
Heyman didn't respond immediately. The camera caught his expression, there's a mix of anger, conflict, and intrigue. Vince meanwhile looked ready to explode, barking orders at security to hold the line for his and Heyman safety.
The fans on the other hand chanted wildly, split between "Heyman!" and "You suck!" while the Undisputed System stood motionless at the entrance stage, waiting for their leader's words to take effect.
And as the arena lights glared down, the energy reached its boiling point, Heyman glaring, Vince fuming, and Sandro smirking like the devil himself, knowing he'd just thrown the entire WWE into chaos again without laying a single hand on anyone.
The camera zoomed tight on Sandro's face, his final smirk cold and confident as he lowered the mic and mouthed toward Vince, "Your move, old man."
Meanwhile, in the ring, the fans, along with Cole and Lawler at the commentary table, could see the tension thick enough to slice through the air. The cameras caught Vince McMahon and Paul Heyman standing almost nose to nose, locked in a heated argument.
Their microphones were off, but the production crew, ever the professionals, zoomed in close enough for the audience at home and in the arena to catch every word on their lips. The crowd buzzed in a mix of curiosity and anticipation, chanting, booing, and cheering in waves as the two titans of authority clashed in the middle of the squared circle.
Cole's voice carried a sense of disbelief. "It looks like Mr. McMahon and Paul Heyman aren't on the same page here, King. I don't know what Sandro has started, but whatever it is, it's got both men ready to explode!"
Lawler shook his head, his voice rising with excitement. "You can see the veins popping out of Mr. McMahon's forehead, Cole! Heyman's trying to keep it together, but you can tell, Sandro's words got to him!"
Vince's gestures were sharp and furious, jabbing a finger toward the ramp where Sandro and the Undisputed System stood like a well dressed army. His lips moved fast, furious, barking orders and protests that made his face turn shades of crimson.
But Heyman, calm, collected, yet visibly strained, shook his head, countering every word. Even without sound, the argument was clear enough to everyone watching.
"You will not accept that deal!" Vince's lips were easy to read as his finger stabbed toward Heyman's chest.
Heyman's mouth moved just as fast, replying, "With all due respect, Mr. McMahon, I admire you, I respect you, but I'm the General Manager now! You appointed me to do this job, so let me do it! I have to make the decisions that are best for RAW… and for WWE as a whole!"
Vince's face twisted, his jaw locking tight. Heyman's words clearly struck a nerve, but there was no backing down. It went on for minutes, Heyman gesturing toward the ramp, Vince crossing his arms, muttering under his breath, pacing in frustration.
The crowd roared as the tension reached a fever pitch. The fans in the arena were loving every second of this visible power struggle. Some were chanting "LET HIM TALK! LET HIM TALK!" while others booed, not wanting to see Heyman side with Sandro in any way.
On the stage, Sandro Zhang just shook his head with that trademark smirk curling across his lips. He raised his mic slowly, the lights catching the cold gleam in his eyes.
"Well," Sandro began, his tone dripping with disdain, "you see, folks? This is exactly what I was talking about. It looks like in the end… even the great Paul Heyman turned out to be just another corporate puppet."
The crowd gasped.
Cole's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, come on now!"
Lawler winced. "Sandro's gonna regret that one, Cole. He's playing with fire!"
But Sandro continued, pacing slowly across the stage as the Undisputed System stood behind him like shadows. "The Paul Heyman who created ECW, the man who broke barriers and fought against the system, died the moment he sold ECW to Vince McMahon! The day he shook that old man's hand was the day his soul got cashed out like a bad check!"
The arena erupted in a mixture of boos and shocked gasps.
"The Paul Heyman who stood for revolution, who stood for chaos and passion he's gone. What's left?" Sandro sneered, leaning forward slightly. "An empty shell of a man. A corporate yes man in an expensive suit, hiding behind Vince's shadow and pretending he still matters."
That last line hit like a thunderclap.
Cole's voice cut through, shocked. "Oh come on! That's too far! You don't insult Heyman like that and especially not in front of Vince!"
Lawler was shaking his head. "That's the kind of thing that could get you fired, Cole. Sandro's poking both bears right now!"
Vince turned his head sharply toward Heyman, and for the first time, the Chairman seemed to pause, not from pride or power, but confusion. He wanted to see if Heyman would take it or fire back.
And Heyman did not disappoint.
He turned toward the ramp, his face twisted in fury, his hand gripping the microphone so tightly his knuckles whitened. When he finally raised it, his voice boomed through the speakers, his signature cadence laced with venom.
"You know what, Sandro?" Heyman began, pacing like a predator in the ring. "I know exactly what you're trying to do! You think you can manipulate me, you think you can play this game of psychological warfare because you're good at talking circles around people, but you're forgetting something…"
He paused, smirking that sinister Heyman smirk that always meant business. "You're not the only genius in this ring."
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Cole leaned forward. "Oh, here we go! Heyman's not backing down!"
Heyman jabbed his finger toward the stage. "You walk out here, spouting off about revolution, about breaking rules, but what you really want, Sandro, is attention. You need someone like me to give you legitimacy. But guess what? I'm not a fool. I hold all the guns, I hold all the bullets… and you—" he pointed right at Sandro, "—you've got nothing but words."
The fans cheered loudly at that, the arena echoing with approval.
"But," Heyman continued, his tone shifting, a sly smile creeping back across his face, "even a man like me can see opportunity when it's standing on that stage wearing designer suits and holding stolen titles."
Cole blinked. "Wait, what's he saying, King?"
Lawler frowned. "I don't like where this is going…"
Heyman nodded slowly, letting the tension build. "So here's what I'm going to do. I'm not going to take your stupid deal. I'm not going to hand out title shots because you demand them. But I am a businessman. And as the new General Manager of Monday Night Raw and you want a deal, Sandro? You'll get one. I'm giving you… a counter offer."
The fans cheered wildly at first, sensing something big, though the cheers quickly turned to uneasy murmurs as they remembered exactly who Heyman was dealing with.
Lawler shouted, "What?! He's actually negotiating with Sandro Zhang and the Undisputed System? Has he lost his mind?! I don't know, Cole, this could blow up in his face!"
Cole tried to stay calm. "Maybe he's got something planned, King. Let's see where this goes!"
Even Vince, standing nearby, looked shocked at first, but then that trademark McMahon smirk began to creep in. He was intrigued now. The gambler in him saw a game worth playing.
Sandro tilted his head slightly, intrigued. "A counter offer, huh? Let's hear it, Mr. Heyman. What do you have in mind for me and my family?"
Heyman's grin grew wider, eyes glinting with cunning. "My counter offer is simple.You want opportunities for your people, right? You think they deserve title shots? Fine. Tonight, right here on RAW, Alexa Bliss will have a singles match. Big E and Ryback will have a tag team match. Each against opponents of my choosing, opponents who are worthy, deserving, and hungry. And if your people win? They'll become the number one contenders for the WWE Women's Championship and the World Tag Team Championship!"
The crowd exploded.
Cole shouted over the noise. "Oh my God! What a blockbuster announcement! Heyman just turned this night upside down!"
Lawler clapped the desk in disbelief. "That's huge, Cole! Alexa Bliss could be next in line for the Women's Title, and Big E and Ryback might be one step away from the tag gold! This is insane!"
Vince even cracked a faint smirk, nodding approvingly at Heyman's control of the situation. It was a decision that reasserted WWE's authority while giving the fans exactly what they wanted, high stakes matches and justice.
But on the stage, Sandro's smirk faltered, just a touch. His eyes narrowed slightly. The mastermind was calculating. He slowly lifted the mic again.
"Well, well, well…" Sandro began, his tone playful but edged with steel. "I like the sound of that, Mr. Heyman. I really do. But tell me, what assurance do we have that nobody's going to interfere in those matches? Because we all know how this works. Triple H and DX have been buzzing around like annoying flies, pretending they have unfinished business with me and my family…"
He smirked wider, mocking. "Even though, quite frankly, we don't even acknowledge that group of washed up losers anymore."
The arena erupted into boos.
Cole groaned. "Oh, come on! He just had to poke the hornet's nest, didn't he? What a hypocrite! The Undisputed System interferes in matches every week! And now Sandro's out here whining about someone interfering against them?"
Lawler laughed nervously. "He's unbelievable, Cole. Absolutely unbelievable! He know DX is watching this. They're probably breaking furniture backstage right now!"
Heyman nodded, acknowledging Sandro's concern with a gesture. "Of course, I wouldn't let that happen," he replied confidently. "If anyone interferes in those matches, if Alexa, Big E, or Ryback are unfairly attacked or cost their match, they'll automatically be declared the winners and become the number one contenders."
The crowd roared again, some cheering, others booing the fairness of the stipulation.
Heyman then added sharply, pointing toward Sandro, "But, and listen carefully to this, if you or any member of the Undisputed System interferes in their matches, even once… then they lose. Immediately. No second chances, no do overs. They forfeit their shot on the spot. Not only that, I'll personally see to it that you're all suspended for sixty days without pay."
The audience popped huge at that, appreciating the poetic justice.
Cole exclaimed, "Now that's a fair deal! Heyman just made sure there's no games, no tricks, just pure competition!"
Lawler nodded. "That's vintage Heyman, Cole. Twisting the rules just enough to make everyone sweat!"
Sandro listened intently, then smiled again, slow, deliberate, confident. The kind of smile that could cut through glass. He lowered the mic, then raised it back up with a calm voice.
"It's a deal, Mr. Heyman," Sandro said coolly. "Because with those assurances in place… I know my girl Alexa and my enforcers, Big E and Ryback, will win their matches tonight. And when they do, they'll be the rightful number one contenders for the Women's and Tag Team Championships."
The crowd gave a mixed reaction, some booing, others cheering at the promise of chaos later that night.
Heyman nodded, smiling sharply. "Then it's settled. Tonight, Alexa Bliss versus a mystery opponent for the number one contendership of the WWE Women's Championship! And Big E and Ryback versus a team I promise will give them the fight of their lives for the number one contendership to the World Tag Team Titles!"
Cole's voice was nearly lost under the cheers. "This night just keeps getting crazier, King! The Undisputed System's fate might change completely before we go off the air!"
Lawler added, "Oh, it's going to be a long night for Sandro and his crew and I can't wait to see who Heyman picks to face them!"
Back in the ring, Vince still looked wary, watching Heyman with a mixture of frustration and reluctant respect. Heyman glanced his way briefly, then turned back toward the ramp, raising his mic one last time.
"Oh, and Sandro…" he said, his voice echoing through the arena. "You like playing mind games? Tonight, you're going to learn that when you play chess with Paul Heyman… the house always wins."
The fans exploded in cheers as Heyman's music hit once again, the ECW theme blasting through the arena speakers. Vince stepped forward, shaking his head but ultimately clapping Heyman on the back in a rare moment of approval. Security began tightening the ring perimeter again, just in case the Undisputed System made any sudden move.
Sandro smirked, lowering his mic, mouthing the words "We'll see about that," before turning his back on the ring. The rest of the Undisputed System followed, the camera catching the gold gleam of Sandro's United States Championship across his shoulder as the group disappeared behind the curtain.
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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