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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.
Cole's voice closed the segment. "The stage is set, folks! Heyman just laid down the law, and now the Undisputed System has to prove if they can really back up all that talk! Alexa Bliss alongside Big E and Ryback, their shots are on the line, and their leader might have just gambled everything tonight!"
Lawler sighed. "Yeah, but if Alexa Bliss and those two monsters win tonight, RAW might never be the same again, Cole. And if that happens… we might be looking at the beginning of the Undisputed Era right here in WWE."
As the broadcast faded to a commercial break, the image of Sandro Zhang smirking backstage, surrounded by Alexa, Drew, Ryback, Barrett, and Big E, filled the titantron. And with that, the chaos of the night was only beginning.
After that chaotic opening segment that had social media buzzing and wrestling fans worldwide glued to their screens, RAW rolled on through its second and third hours with matches and backstage segments that kept the adrenaline high.
Interviews with shaken superstars, reactions from locker room veterans, and even a pre taped message from Triple H teasing a possible "response" to Sandro Zhang's words earlier filled the gaps between matches. The entire WWE Universe could feel the weight of what had been set in motion, and anticipation for what was to come only grew heavier. The tension in the air was palpable as everyone knew the Undisputed System wasn't done yet.
As the night pushed toward its final hour, the crowd inside the El Paso County Coliseum was on fire. Every match so far had been overshadowed by one question: who would Paul Heyman choose to face Big E and Ryback in the tag team contender's match? The anticipation built to a fever pitch, and then—
"SHOCK THE SYSTEM!"
The opening distorted note of the Undisputed System's theme hit the arena speakers like a thunderclap. Instantly, the lights dimmed to black, the LED boards flickered and strobed in rhythmic bursts of red and gold, and the fans erupted into a wave of boos that shook the building.
Cole's voice came through the mix, half shouting over the roar of the crowd. "Oh, here we go! The Undisputed System is back out here, and it looks like business is about to pick up again!"
Lawler sighed, shaking his head. "Oh great, Cole. Just what El Paso wanted, more of Sandro Zhang and his ego parade!"
The lights turned gold, flashing like camera strobes as the theme intensified. Out from behind the curtain stepped Big E and Ryback, standing shoulder to shoulder with scowls carved across their faces.
And right between them, walking slowly, confidently, was Sandro Zhang, the United States Championship gleaming under the lights on his right shoulder. The boos doubled in volume as the trio made their way to the stage's edge.
The camera zoomed in tight on Sandro's face, that trademark smirk, that arrogant gleam in his eyes. The people of El Paso hadn't forgiven Sandro for what he said earlier that night, the disrespectful comments about the late, great Eddie Guerrero, their most beloved hometown heroes. The boos were so loud they seemed to rattle the rafters.
The crowd was ruthless. "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!" they chanted, loud and defiant.
Sandro didn't flinch. He turned his head slightly, looking across the sea of fans, and said something cold and dismissive which was picked up by the camera. "Eddie's gone. I'm the future."
The booing was deafening now.
Cole practically barked into his headset. "That's disgusting! That's absolutely disrespectful! This man has no shame, no respect, no ounce of decency after what he said earlier tonight about Eddie Guerrero! The people of El Paso are right to let him have it!"
Lawler nodded. "You're absolutely right, Cole. I can't believe he had the nerve to come out here again after that. And the worst part? He's acting like he enjoys it!"
Sandro certainly did. The champion soaked in every bit of hate like it fueled him. Every jeer, every insult, every middle finger pointed his way only fueled his swagger as he led Big E and Ryback down the ramp. The camera followed close behind as he strutted with the confidence of a man who already believed the match was over before it began.
At ringside, Justin Roberts stood with his microphone ready, his voice rising over the chaos.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "this contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! The winners will become the number one contenders for the World Tag Team Championships!"
The crowd buzzed louder.
Roberts turned toward the ramp, continuing, "Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by the United States Champion, Sandro Zhang! At a combined weight of 584 pounds… representing The Undisputed System! BIG E and RYBACK!"
A tidal wave of boos followed.
Big E and Ryback stomped up the steel steps and entered the ring, their bodies glistening under the lights. Sandro followed right behind, stepping gracefully through the ropes, standing between them like a general inspecting his soldiers.
The two powerhouses split off to opposite corners, climbing the turnbuckles. Big E pounded his chest, roaring. Ryback spread his arms wide, shouting "FEED! ME! MORE!" while the audience hurled insults. Sandro stood dead center, slowly raising the United States Championship high above his head, his gold wristwatch glinting in the lights, the perfect image of arrogance.
Cole said it best. "Love him or hate him, Sandro Zhang knows how to make an entrance, King."
Lawler shot back. "Yeah, Cole, but he also knows how to make everyone in this arena hate his guts."
As Big E and Ryback hopped down, Sandro gave each man a pat on the shoulder, a quiet, almost ominous gesture of command. He leaned in close, his voice barely audible over the crowd, but the camera caught the words on his lips: "Don't disappoint me."
With that, the champion slipped out of the ring and took his place at ringside, arms folded across his chest, eyes locked on the squared circle.
Cole, sensing the build up, asked the question everyone was thinking. "You can tell Sandro expects dominance from his men tonight. But who's it going to be? Who did our GM Heyman choose to face the Undisputed System tonight?"
Lawler shrugged. "Whoever it is, they better have a plan, because Big E and Ryback look like they're ready to destroy whoever walks out that curtain."
The crowd waited in anticipation, until a familiar beat dropped.
The arena exploded.
A huge cheer thundered through El Paso as the Usos' theme blasted through the speakers. Blue and red lights flashed in rhythm with the Polynesian drumbeats. Out came Jey and Jimmy Uso, decked out in their traditional Samoan gear and war paint, hyped up and feeding off the energy of the roaring crowd. Behind them stood the imposing figure of Tamina, her eyes locked on Sandro and his men like a guardian ready for war.
Cole's voice rose in excitement. "Ohhh baby! Looks like revenge is served tonight as well up! It's the Usos and they've brought Tamina as backup tonight!"
Lawler laughed. "Now this is gonna be good! The Usos versus the Undisputed System, I can already feel it, Cole, this is going to be a tag team clinic!"
Justin Roberts raised his mic again. "And their opponents! Accompanied by Tamina! At a combined weight of 479 pounds… Jey Uso and Jimmy Uso, THE USOS!"
The crowd cheered wildly, stomping their feet in rhythm with the "USO! USO! USO!" chants echoing through the arena.
Sandro rolled his eyes on the outside, unimpressed. Big E smirked, cracking his neck. Ryback pounded his fists together, barking, "COME ON!" as the Usos slid into the ring.
The four men squared up, chests puffed, adrenaline already rushing. The referee quickly stepped between them, arms out, keeping the peace.
Lawler chuckled nervously. "This is gonna be explosive, Cole. You can just feel it."
Cole nodded. "You've got speed, athleticism, and family pride on one side, and pure power and domination on the other. This is going to be a war."
"Back to your corners!" he shouted.
The Usos slowly backed up, Jimmy starting for his team, while Big E remained inside the ring to open for the Undisputed System. The crowd's energy was palpable.
Cole's tone dropped into that serious, sports like cadence. "Here we go, folks, this is the number one contender's match for the World Tag Team Championships! The Usos versus Big E and Ryback and this one's going to be a slugfest!"
DING DING DING!
The bell rang, and both men began to circle. Jimmy and Big E locked eyes, neither blinking. The tension crackled. Jimmy clapped his hands, getting the fans fired up with a "U-SO!" chant that rolled through the building.
They locked up in the center of the ring. Big E's raw power immediately took control, shoving Jimmy backward like a rag doll into the corner. The referee stepped in, calling for a clean break, but Big E didn't exactly oblige. He gave Jimmy a hard, chest first shove before backing off, grinning wide.
Jimmy rubbed his chest, nodded, and muttered, "Okay, okay…" before charging back in, ducking a clothesline, rebounding off the ropes, and hitting a quick flying forearm that stunned Big E. The crowd roared.
Cole shouted, "Jimmy Uso using his speed early on!"
Lawler added, "That's what the Usos gotta do, Cole, they can't match power with these two monsters!"
Jimmy tagged in Jey. The twins hit the ropes in perfect sync and delivered a stereo double superkick to Big E that sent him tumbling into his corner. Ryback tagged himself in with a slap to Big E's shoulder.
Ryback entered like a locomotive, charging forward and flattening both Usos with a double clothesline. The arena shook from the impact.
Cole gasped. "Ryback just ran right through them! The Big Guy's in full force tonight!"
Ryback grabbed Jey, hoisting him up for a stalling suplex, holding him there for an impossible ten seconds before slamming him down hard. He followed it with a splash, one, two, but Jey kicked out.
Ryback roared in frustration, slapping his chest and yelling "FEED! ME! MORE!" as Sandro clapped slowly at ringside, shouting directions in Mandarin and English mixed together.
Jey crawled toward his corner, barely tagging Jimmy, who came in hot, ducking another swing and hitting a series of rapid chops to Ryback's chest. The crowd counted each one—"One! Two! Three! Four!"—before Jimmy hit the ropes and nailed a running dropkick that sent Ryback stumbling into the ropes.
Jimmy charged again, but Ryback caught him mid air, spinning into a massive powerslam.
The thud echoed through the building.
Cole nearly jumped. "Good lord! What impact! That could've broken a rib!"
Lawler laughed nervously. "Jimmy might need a miracle to get out of this alive, Cole!"
Ryback tagged in Big E, and the two behemoths began to work like a well oiled machine. They whipped Jimmy into the corner, Big E charging with a massive shoulder tackle, followed immediately by Ryback crashing in with a clothesline.
They then hit a double team suplex, holding Jimmy suspended for a brief moment before slamming him down like a sack of concrete. Big E covered, one, two, kickout!
The crowd cheered the resilience.
"Jimmy Uso showing the heart of a warrior!" Cole exclaimed.
Sandro leaned over the apron, yelling, "Keep him down! Don't play with them!"
Big E lifted Jimmy for a backbreaker, holding him across his knee as Ryback climbed the second rope and dropped a double axe handle right to the chest. Jimmy writhed in pain.
Lawler groaned. "Oh, that's just brutal! These two are dismantling Jimmy Uso piece by piece!"
Jey slapped the turnbuckle, screaming encouragement. "COME ON, UCE! COME ON!"
Jimmy clawed his way up, ducking another punch, landing a desperate enzuigiri to Big E's head. The crowd popped.
Cole shouted, "There it is! There's the opening!"
Jimmy dove across the mat, TAG!
Jey exploded into the ring like a cannonball. Flying clothesline! Kick to Ryback's gut! Samoan drop to Big E! The crowd went wild as Jey climbed the ropes and hit a flying crossbody on both men!
The referee counted ONE! TWO! Ryback broke it up!
Lawler yelled, "Not yet! The Big Guy's not letting this one end!"
All four men were now in chaos, fists flying everywhere. The referee tried to restore order, but Sandro climbed onto the apron, barking at the ref to pay attention to the legal man. The distraction gave Big E the chance to hit Jey with a blindside elbow, followed by Ryback's Meathook Clothesline!
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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