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Wade clapped mockingly. Bray smiled eerily. Dusty made sure both teams were escorted away before fists could fly. The match was set. The main event was official. For the rest of the night, the crowd buzzed with anticipation. Several matches and promo segments followed, some exciting, some brutal, but nothing could eclipse the storm on the horizon.
The crowd in Tampa was electric, the energy in the arena building to a fever pitch as the main event was moments away. Matches after matches alongside promo segments or other show segementsbapssed by, before then the time for the main event arrives.
The lights flickered, and then without warning, turned gold.
SHOCK THE SYSTEM.
The arena erupted, not in cheers, but in venomous boos. Out walked Big E and Ryback, flanked by Wade Barrett, who looked as smug and composed as ever in his fancy black suit. Big E wore his powerlifting belt and stomped on the ramp with seismic force, while Ryback paced beside him like a predator let loose from a cage. Together, they radiated brute force and confidence.
As they marched down the ramp, the ring announcer stepped forward.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the FCW Tag Team Championship!"
More boos as the announcer continued.
"Introducing the challengers, accompanied to the ring by Wade Barrett… representing the Undisputed System… at a combined weight of 572 pounds… Big E and Ryback!"
Inside the ring, Big E leapt onto the apron with a thud that rattled the ropes, while Ryback marched up the steel steps and ducked between the ropes. Both men struck synchronized power poses, standing tall and unshaken by the hostile reception. Wade circled around the outside, clapping slowly, then took his place near their corner, arms crossed and observant.
Suddenly, the arena went black.
Then came the sound of static… crackling… flickering.
The titantron lit up in flashes, swamplands, fog, flickering lightbulbs, and a rocking chair swinging in place.
Then the music hit. That eerie, slow, creeping tune. The fans rose to their feet.
Through the shadows emerged three silhouettes.
Bray Wyatt led the way, lantern in hand, its glow casting strange, dancing shadows on the floor and ceiling. On either side of him, Erick Rowan and Luke Harper loomed like monsters.
Both wore their signature sheep masks, and on their shoulders sat the FCW Tag Team Titles, gleaming gold clashing with the grit and grime of their aura.
The cheers rained down.
The announcer spoke again.
"And their opponents… accompanied to the ring by the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion Bray Wyatt… representing the Wyatt Family… at a combined weight of 590 pounds… they are the FCW Tag Team Champions… Erick Rowan and Luke Harper!"
The three of them made their slow, deliberate way to the ring. Bray held up the lantern as they reached the steps, then leaned forward, whispered something unintelligible, and blew out the flame.
Darkness swallowed the arena for a moment and then the lights snapped back on. The Wyatts were inside the ring, masks removed, faces intense.
Bray exited the ring, placing the lantern on the steel steps, and stood in his family's corner, arms spread, grinning eerily at the Undisputed System.
The referee took the FCW Tag Team Championship belts from Harper and Rowan, raised them for the crowd to see, and then handed them to the ringside crew. He checked both corners, signaled that all was ready, and then turned to the timekeeper.
The bell rang.
DING DING DING.
The war was on.
Starting the match were Big E and Luke Harper. Two titans. Two forces of nature. The crowd buzzed with every movement.
They locked up hard in the center of the ring. Big E pushed Harper back into the corner with sheer force, but Harper reversed with surprising agility, spinning E around and hitting him with a brutal chop to the chest.
The crowd "WOOOO"-ed.
Big E responded by powering out, whipping Harper into the opposite corner and charging in with a massive shoulder tackle to the gut. Harper staggered, winded, but swung wildly and caught Big E with a stiff boot to the face.
They exchanged more strikes, stiff uppercuts, vicious elbows, and chops that echoed through the building.
Big E ducked under a lariat and caught Harper with a belly to belly suplex, then tagged in Ryback. Together, they hit a double shoulder block, sending Harper down.
Ryback stomped over and flexed for the crowd, drawing more boos. He yelled "FEED ME MORE!" and pulled Harper up by the beard, smashing him with forearms before whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a spinebuster.
He covered.
One! Two!
Kickout by Harper.
Ryback snarled and tagged Big E back in. They lifted Harper together and drove him down with a double suplex. Quick tags. Constant pressure. The Undisputed System was operating like a machine.
But Harper wasn't alone.
On a mistimed lariat attempt from Big E, Harper ducked and charged forward, tagging in Rowan to a huge pop.
Rowan came in like a freight train—massive clothesline to Big E, then a boot to Ryback who tried to interfere. He scooped Big E up and hit a running body slam. He roared to the crowd, then hit the ropes and came down with a huge splash.
Cover!
One! Two!
Ryback broke it up!
Chaos broke loose.
Ryback started pounding on Rowan, forcing the ref to push him back to his corner. In the fray, Big E rolled to his knees and hit a low shoulder into Rowan's midsection, then staggered over to his corner to tag Ryback back in.
Now Ryback and Rowan went toe-to-toe. It was raw meat slamming against raw meat. Stiff punches, slams, and shoulder blocks. The crowd loved every impact.
Wade Barrett clapped at the ringside, urging his boys on. On the other side, Bray Wyatt leaned forward, whispering to himself with a sinister grin.
As the match goes on, Ryback hits a meathook clothesline that turns Rowan inside out. He tagged Big E back in, and they set up for a double team move against Rowan.
They lifted Rowan for a double powerbomb—
But Harper rushed in and broke it up with a superkick to Big E and a spinning lariat to Ryback!
All four men were down as the crowd chanted, "THIS IS AWESOME! Clap Clap! THIS IS AWESOME! Clap clap!"
Wade yelled for them to get up. Bray slammed his hands on the mat in rhythm, almost like he was summoning something primal.
Rowan and Harper recovered first.
Rowan pulled Ryback out of the ring and threw him into the steel steps.
Harper lifted Big E and connected with a Discus Lariat—
But Big E ducked! Rebounded! Hit a running body block!
Bray shouted, "NOW!" and Harper rolled to the corner and tagged in Rowan again.
Rowan barreled toward Big E, who tagged in Ryback at the last second.
Ryback manages to lift Rowan on his shoulders using the momentum—
SHELL SHOCK CONNECTS!
The arena gasped.
Ryback covered!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO!
Harper dove in to break it up!
Again chaos erupted.
This time Wade jumped onto the apron, trying to distract the referee.
Bray moved from his corner, climbed onto the other apron, and pointed his finger at Wade.
The referee looked between them, shouting at both to get down. Behind the ref's back, Big E grabbed Harper and threw him over the barricade into the timekeeper's area.
Tag made!
Big E came in and immediately ran to the ropes, hit his signature running splash onto Rowan, then went for the pin on Rowan, and Wade dropped off the apron just in time so that the referee could do the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING.
The crowd booed with fury.
"Here are your winners… and NEEEEEWWW FCW Tag Team Champions… Big E and Ryback!"
The Undisputed System had done it. Again.
Wade slid into the ring and handed the titles to Ryback and Big E, raising their arms high.
Bray looked on from the outside, not with anger, but with a knowing, eerie smile, like he saw this coming and already knew what came next.
Dusty Rhodes came out on the ramp, staring at the chaos and the new champions in the ring.
The commentary team's voice echoed through the arena.
"The Undisputed System just took over another corner of FCW. First the North American title… now the tag team gold… What's next?"
His partner sounded exhausted. "They're steamrolling through everyone, man. Nobody's safe. Not TNA. Not FCW. Not even the fans' expectations. This isn't just a faction… this is a hostile takeover."
Inside the ring, Big E and Ryback held the belts high as Wade clapped and smirked.
And as the lights faded on the final moments of the broadcast, all anyone could see was dominance. The Undisputed System now had the FCW North American Championship… and the FCW Tag Team Titles.
The crowd's reaction to the Undisputed System's double victory had been explosive. Twitter blew up with hashtags like #UndisputedSystemTakeover and #UndisputedDominator. The FCW forums lit up, some fans condemned the faction's ruthless ascent, warning that if their momentum wasn't curbed, FCW might descend into chaos and the reign of terror of Undisputed System will take over.
But a vocal minority cheered on, celebrating their rise and daring them to go even further, toward the Florida Heavyweight Title, the Divas Title, even the TNA X Division gold. The war of opinions raged online for days.
Three days later, it was Thursday. Only Sandro and Wade Barrett boarded the early flight to Nashville, Wade to support his leader, Sandro to finish a mission.
Arriving at the TNA Impact Zone, they strode through the halls with purpose. Backstage, Sandro slipped on his sleek black ring gear while Wade paced, glancing at the clock. The tension was electric, tonight's non title showdown was the culmination of every taunt, the stolen X Division title belt, every message delivered. They both knew this wasn't just a match, it was a statement.
Impact kicked off with hot matches and intense promos. Each segment fed into the growing anticipation. Finally, the lights dimmed.
AJ Styles' theme hit. The audience exploded. The X Division Champion emerged, no belt on his shoulder, only a look of burning determination on his face. As he entered the ring, the announcer's voice boomed.
"This is the MAIN EVENT of the evening, scheduled for one fall, and it's a NON TITLE MATCH! Introducing first, from Gainesville, Georgia, weighing 218 pounds, he is the TNA X Division Champion, AJ Styles!"
AJ paced the ring, delivering lightning quick poses at each corner, feeding on the cheers. But underneath, there was tension. He knew his title was missing and had taken it.
The lights flickered. SHOCK THE SYSTEM.
Then, instead of the usual faction march, Sandro's solo theme, "Cult of Personality," roared to life. Sandro appeared, the X Division Title gleaming on his right shoulder, with Wade by his side. The boos erupted.
"Introducing his opponent, accompanied by Wade Barrett, representing the Undisputed System: from Orlando, Florida, weighing 220 pounds, SANDRO ZHANG!"
Sandro entered, wearing that signature smirk. He circled the ring slowly, holding the championship up to the crowd until Wade relieved him of it at the ropes. Sandro stepped to his corner, audibly tapping fingers on the turnbuckle.
AJ tried to rush forward, eyes fixed on the title. Sandro backed away. The referee stepped in, casting a warning glance. AJ reluctantly withdrew.
Sandro handed the belt more carefully to Wade, who held it outside the ring with arrogant confidence.
The referee scaled the ropes, checked both men, ensured they were ready, and finally called for the bell to officially start the match.
DING DING DING.
AJ charged immediately with intent—he was there for pride and revenge, not just a match. He unleashed a flurry of lightning kicks, forcing Sandro back. Sandro stumbled, recovering his composure, and shot a quick uppercut to shut AJ down.
AJ fired back with a back elbow. The crowd roared. He followed with a tilt a whirl headscissors that spun Sandro out of the ring.
Loud cheers from the fans as Sandro hit the floor and rolled to the apron. AJ followed, lifted him, and dropped him on the edge with a brutal snap suplex. AJ dragged Sandro inside and lined up another move, but Sandro countered, catching AJ's arm and flipping him into a hammerlock. He then swung AJ into the corner posts with full force.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: FCW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles
Faction: The Undisputed System
Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion