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Sandro chuckled, pulling them all closer. "Too late." In the quiet aftermath, with the city lights flickering faintly through the windows, they drifted off tangled together, warm, sated, and utterly content.
Morning came slowly, sunlight slipping in through the hotel curtains in thin golden lines, painting over tangled limbs and rumpled sheets. For a while, no one moved. Breathing was deep and even, the kind that only came after complete exhaustion, the good kind, the earned kind.
Sandro was the first to stir.
He blinked awake, momentarily disoriented, before awareness settled back in piece by piece. Nikki was curled against his side, one leg draped over his thigh, her hair spilling across his chest.
Alexa was sprawled half atop him, an arm slung over his ribs, fingers flexing slightly as she slept. April was tucked close on his other side, her forehead resting against his shoulder, lips parted in a soft, peaceful breath.
He didn't move right away.
There was something rare about moments like this. No road schedules. No locker room politics. No cameras waiting to capture a misstep. Just warmth, quiet, and people he trusted completely.
Eventually, Nikki shifted, mumbling something incoherent before burying her face deeper into his neck.
Sandro smiled.
A few minutes later, Alexa groaned softly and cracked one eye open. She took in the scene, then smirked.
"Well," she murmured, voice still thick with sleep, "we didn't die."
"High bar," Sandro replied quietly.
April stirred at the sound of voices, blinking sleepily before lifting her head. "What time is it?"
"Too early for thinking," Nikki muttered, finally waking up and stretching lazily. "And definitely too early for sarcasm."
Alexa snorted. "You say that like you don't thrive on it."
They lingered in bed longer than they probably should have, trading lazy kisses, teasing comments, and half hearted plans about breakfast that no one was particularly motivated to act on yet. When they finally did rise, it was unhurried, relaxed, the kind of morning that made the world outside feel distant.
The next two days passed in a blink.
Travel, media obligations, rehearsals, quiet dinners, stolen moments between appearances, it all blended together. But in the midst of it all came the call that shifted everything for April.
She got the news in the hotel room, phone pressed to her ear, pacing slowly as she listened. Sandro watched her closely, reading every flicker of expression on her face. Nikki and Alexa sat nearby, pretending not to stare while absolutely staring.
When April finally hung up, she stood there for a moment, stunned.
"Well?" Nikki demanded.
April broke into a grin so wide it looked like it might split her face in half.
"I'm on RAW," she said. "Monday night. Detroit."
Alexa shot to her feet first, squealing and wrapping April in a tight hug. Nikki followed immediately, nearly knocking both of them over.
Sandro was last to move, but when he reached her, he cupped her face gently and kissed her forehead.
"You earned it," he said simply.
April laughed, eyes shining. "They want me to debut. New name. Fresh start."
Nikki raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
April nodded. "AJ Lee."
There was a beat of silence.
Then Alexa grinned. "Yeah. That fits."
The excitement didn't fade over the next couple of days. If anything, it grew sharper, more electric, especially as Monday crept closer. Detroit loomed on the schedule, RAW stacked with expectations, the Undisputed System dominating headlines everywhere they went.
By the time Monday evening rolled around, the city felt electric. Outside the arena, fans flooded the sidewalks in black and gold shirts, replica titles slung over shoulders, signs raised high before the doors even opened. Chants broke out in clusters, some mocking, some reverent, some outright venomous.
"SANDRO! SANDRO!" "UNDISPUTED!" "YOU SOLD OUT!" "BEST IN THE WORLD!"
Contradictory, chaotic, loud.
Inside the building, the production crew moved with urgency. Cables were taped down. Cameras tested. Pyro cues rehearsed one last time. Everyone knew this wasn't just another episode of RAW.
This was fallout.
This was consequence.
Backstage, the Undisputed System arrived together.
Gold gleamed under the fluorescent lights. Championships rested on shoulders, around waists, draped casually over duffel bags like trophies from a successful hunt. Big E laughed loudly as Ryback cracked his knuckles, pacing with barely contained energy. Jericho was beside them talking gand laughing along.
Kofi adjusted the Intercontinental Championship on his waist, glancing at his reflection and grinning. Barrett stood with arms crossed, eyes sharp, surveying the hallway like a general assessing a battlefield. Drew beside him with their WWE Tag Team titles in his hand.
Ziggler lingered slightly off to the side, bouncing on the balls of his feet, headphones in, jaw clenched. Tonight mattered to him.
This was his first singles match back on RAW since aligning himself fully with the System.
No excuses. No shadows.
Just him, the ring, and a statement to make.
Sandro stood at the center of it all, calm as ever, the United States Championship secure around his waist.
Heyman standing beside him with the briefcase in his hand. Sandro's eyes moved from face to face, not commanding, not barking orders, he didn't need to. They were in sync. They always were.
And then there was April.
She stood near Alexa and Nikki, hands clasped together in front of her, trying not to bounce on her heels. She wore new gear, subtle, dark, accented with silver, and a new name echoed in her mind over and over again.
AJ Lee.
RAW.
Main roster.
Debut.
Sandro caught her eye and gave her a small nod. Not pressure. Not expectation.
Just belief.
She smiled back, nerves settling just enough to breathe.
Moments later, the opening pyro detonated.
The crowd erupted.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to MONDAY NIGHT RAW!"
Michael Cole's voice cut cleanly through the noise as flames shot skyward and the signature music hit. Jerry Lawler chimed in beside him, excitement barely contained as the camera swept across the packed Detroit arena.
"Cole, after what we witnessed on SmackDown, I don't know how anyone can deny it anymore. The Undisputed System walked in and walked out with even more gold. Intercontinental Champions. Tag Team Champions. They are rewriting the record books right before our eyes."
Cole nodded grimly. "Whether you like it or not, what they've done is unprecedented. Across brands, across divisions, this level of control has never existed before. And tonight, RAW has to live with the consequences."
The camera cut to signs in the crowd.
UNDISPUTED SYSTEM
SANDRO IS INEVITABLE
RAW BELONGS TO THEM
CASH IT IN
"And it starts right now," Lawler added. "Because tonight, one man looking to carve his place in this faction steps into the spotlight."
The arena lights dimmed slightly.
Dolph Ziggler's music hit.
The reaction was immediate and loud, boos layered with begrudging cheers, the kind reserved for someone fans respected but didn't want to admit it.
Ziggler stepped out onto the stage, jaw set, eyes forward. No exaggerated posing. No theatrics. Just focus.
Behind him, Big E and Ryback emerged, WWE Tag Team Championships gleaming. Kofi followed, the Intercontinental Title shining proudly at his waist.
The message was clear.
You weren't just facing Ziggler.
You were facing the Undisputed System.
Justin Roberts made the introduction as Ziggler entered the ring, stretching his neck, rolling his shoulders. Across from him, Chris Masters waited, cracking his knuckles, eyes locked in.
"This could be huge," Cole said. "Masters has the power advantage, the submission game, if anyone can derail this momentum early tonight, it's him."
The bell rang.
From the opening lock up, the match snapped into place with intensity. Masters powered Ziggler back, pressing strength early, forcing Dolph to adapt. Ziggler slipped out of holds, dropped low, used speed and agility to frustrate the bigger man. Every time Masters grabbed him, Ziggler sold it like he'd been hit by a truck, bouncing, rolling, scrambling.
Lawler leaned forward in his chair. "You can't teach this kind of selling, Cole. Ziggler makes everything look devastating."
Masters grounded him with a heavy slam, then transitioned smoothly into a submission, wrenching back on Ziggler's arm. Ziggler screamed, face contorted, reaching desperately for the ropes.
At ringside, Big E slapped the apron, shouting encouragement. Ryback paced. Kofi leaned forward, eyes sharp.
Ziggler fought, clawed, twisted, finally rolling just enough to get a foot on the bottom rope.
The crowd reacted, some cheering the escape, others booing the System's survival.
Masters didn't let up. He hoisted Ziggler, muscles flexing, and locked in the Master Lock.
Detroit roared.
Cole's voice rose. "This could be it! Ziggler's trapped!"
Ziggler's face turned red. Veins popped. His legs kicked wildly as he staggered forward, inches from collapse.
Then instinct.
Ziggler snapped backward suddenly, catching Masters off balance. He rolled, slipped through, broke the grip just enough.
Superkick.
The sound echoed.
Masters spun.
Ziggler exploded upward.
ZIG ZAG.
The mat shook.
Ziggler hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rang.
The arena reaction was mixed but undeniable impact felt.
Justin Roberts announced the result as Ziggler rolled onto his back, chest heaving, eyes staring at the lights.
At ringside, Big E and Ryback clapped approvingly. Kofi nodded once, satisfied.
Lawler sighed. "You might not like it, but that was impressive."
Cole reluctantly agreed. "Ziggler just proved why he belongs here."
Ziggler rolled out of the ring and was immediately embraced by Big E, Ryback pulling him into a half hug, Kofi clapping him on the shoulder.
One by one, the night rolled forward.
Segments. Promos. Matches.
The atmosphere never dipped.
Then, midway through the show, the lights dimmed again.
A new theme hit.
Unfamiliar.
The crowd murmured.
Justin Roberts stood in the ring.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall…"
A pause.
"…introducing first, making her RAW debut…"
The screen lit up.
AJ LEE.
The reaction was immediate confusion mixed with intrigue. Some fans cheered, others whispered, longtime FCW viewers recognizing her instantly.
April, now AJ, stepped through the curtain.
She paused for half a heartbeat, soaking it in.
RAW.
Detroit.
This was real.
She walked with purpose, eyes bright, posture confident. No nerves on display now. Just readiness.
Cole's tone shifted. "Wait a second, AJ Lee? For those of you who followed FCW, you know exactly who this is. This woman has been tearing it up for years."
Lawler nodded. "She's dangerous, Cole. Unpredictable."
Katie Lea Burchill waited inside the ring, eyes narrowed, sizing up her opponent.
The referee checked both women.
The bell rang.
AJ exploded forward.
She ducked a lock-up attempt, fired off a quick kick to the leg, then another. She moved differently, sharp, twitchy, aggressive. Katie swung, AJ slipped, snapped a forearm across the jaw.
The crowd began to warm.
AJ ran the ropes, ducked under a clothesline, rebounded, and hit a low dropkick that took Katie off her feet.
Cole's voice rose with surprise. "Look at this offense! AJ Lee is wasting no time!"
Katie recovered quickly, using size and experience to slow things down, grabbing AJ by the hair and yanking her into the corner. She stomped, pressed her shoulder into AJ's midsection, grinding her down.
AJ grimaced but didn't fold.
She slipped out, rolled through, caught Katie's arm and twisted into a sudden snapmare, followed by a sharp kick to the back.
The crowd popped.
AJ climbed the ropes, leapt, and drove an elbow across Katie's chest.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout.
At ringside, Alexa clapped. Nikki bounced slightly. Sandro nodded once, approving.
Katie fought back, slamming AJ down, locking in a grounded hold, trying to sap the momentum. AJ fought from underneath, twisting, writhing, finally flipping out and rolling through.
She sprang to her feet.
A sudden strike.
A flurry.
Katie staggered.
AJ locked in her finisher, the Back Widow, twisting, snapping down—
The tap came fast.
The bell rang.
Detroit erupted.
Justin Roberts raised his voice. "Here is your winner… AJ LEE!"
AJ rolled onto her knees, chest heaving, eyes wide with disbelief and joy. She had done it. Making her RAW debut and got a huge win. Cole summed it up quietly. "Tonight, AJ Lee just made a statement by winning her debut match."
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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 & 1x Mr. Money In The Bank
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0