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The arena filled with deafening boos. Sandro stepped into the ring with a devilish smirk, the gold belt already in hand. He handed it to Alexa, who took it with wide, gleaming eyes. Sandro raised her hand high, the image of perfection in villainy. The two stood side by side in the center of the ring, Alexa holding her newly won title aloft, and Sandro with blood still dried at the corner of his mouth, never prouder.
Meanwhile, April was still being checked on by medical team at ringside after that brutal European uppercut from Sandro.
Davina ok the other hand was laid out at the center of the ring, barely conscious, the title she hod dear was ripped from her by deception and playing dirty.
And the Undisputed System? They had once again gotten exactly what they wanted.
The fans knew it.
And they hated it.
The arena was soaked in venom and heat as Sandro and Alexa slowly exited the ring, their faces cold and unapologetic. The boos that followed them were not just loud, they were violent in their conviction. But to Alexa Bliss, her arms wrapped tightly around the FCW Divas Championship like it was her own newborn, it was music. Her smirk widened. To Sandro, it was nothing new, the hate was fuel, a familiar fire.
Without a word, Sandro removed his black suit jacket with gold threads, folding it briefly before wrapping it gently around Alexa's shoulders like a crown prince offering a cape to his queen.
It was a gesture that felt both protective and possessive. His hand slid around her waist, pulling her in close, and together they walked up the ramp with the smug confidence of a couple that had burned the entire arena to the ground and were now strolling through the ashes.
Behind them, the FCW medical team was tending to April at ringside, gingerly lifting her to her feet as she winced in pain. The crowd had grown quiet out of concern, their anger temporarily redirected into sympathy as April was helped up the ramp with the assistance of two staff members. Her eyes never left the stage.
Davina, meanwhile, lay motionless in the center of the ring, her limbs splayed, breath shallow, eyes open but unfocused. Her dream, her reign, was shattered, taken from her not with glory but deception.
Slowly, she too was assisted out of the ring, the fans offering soft chants of "Thank you Davina!" and "You got robbed!" as she made her way to the back, pride wounded far deeper than her body.
The Undisputed System, meanwhile, had already vanished behind the curtain.
Several matches and promo segments followed, but even as the show rolled on, the energy was different. The crowd buzzed, still reeling from what they had witnessed. The name on everyone's lips wasn't the next rookie trying to make a name for himself, or the next charismatic promo, it was Alexa Bliss. It was Sandro. It was Undisputed System.
FCW had four championships.
Now, the Undisputed System held three of them.
Drew McIntyre with the FCW North American Championship. Big E and Ryback with the FCW Tag Team Titles. Alexa Bliss with the FCW Divas Championship.
Only one remained.
The FCW Florida Heavyweight Title.
Held by Bray Wyatt.
And the main event? The crowd didn't even know it was coming until the bell rang unexpectedly and the ring announcer walked into the center.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall… and it is for the FCW FLORIDA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!"
The fans exploded in shock. The internet erupted in real time, the live chat feeds nearly collapsing as everyone scrambled to type: "What?!" "Is this happening now?!" "No way!!"
Then—
The lights flickered.
Gold. And then black.
BOOM.
"SHOCK THE SYSTEM!"
The Undisputed System entrance theme hit like a detonation, and the reaction from the fans was instant. Deafening boos rained down from every direction. The fans were furious, tired of the tyranny, yet glued to their seats. Out walked Wade Barrett in full ring gear, stoic and menacing. Behind him, the entourage. The empire. The Undisputed System.
Sandro, Alexa, Drew, Big E, and Ryback.
Alexa held her newly won FCW Divas Championship over her shoulder like it was a weapon. Drew McIntyre, towering and intimidating, wore a smug grin as he displayed his FCW North American title like a badge of dominance. Big E and Ryback, in their sharp black suits, each carried their FCW tag belts with the weight of inevitability.
This wasn't an entrance.
This was an invasion.
They reached ringside, Sandro whispering final instructions into Wade's ear before taking his place with the others just beside the announce table. Wade entered the ring alone, slowly, confidently, turning to soak in the hate.
The arena darkened again.
The titantron began flickering with twisted visuals, swamps, empty rocking chairs, sheep masks.
And then, Bray Wyatt.
Lantern in hand.
"We're here."
The crowd erupted.
Bray Wyatt stepped into the arena, bathed in firefly lights, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship wrapped tightly around his waist. Behind him, Erick Rowan and Luke Harper followed, silent shadows in sheep's clothing. They stalked down the ramp together as if marching toward the gates of Hell, and the people cheered them like prophets.
Bray entered the ring, blew out the lantern, and the lights surged back on. He kneeled in the center of the ring, arms wide, laughing like the devil himself before slowly rising and handing his title to the referee.
The ring announcer stepped up.
"Introducing the challenger, accompanied by Sandro Zhang, the FCW Divas Champion Alexa Bliss, the FCW North American Champion Drew McIntyre, and the FCW Tag Team Champions Big E and Ryback… representing the Undisputed System… from Preston, England… weighing in at 265 pounds… WADE BARRETT!"
Wade stepped forward, raising one fist into the air to an overwhelming storm of boos, then stepping back into his corner with a dark grin.
"And his opponent, accompanied by Luke Harper and Erick Rowan… representing the Wyatt Family… from Parts Unknown… weighing in at 285 pounds… he is the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion… BRAY WYATT!"
Bray raised both arms, smiling wildly, before slowly removing his outer robe and handing the title to the referee.
The ref raised it high.
The final prize.
The last bastion.
He handed it to ringside.
The bell rang.
DING DING DING.
It was on.
Wade and Bray circled each other slowly like predators, the air thick with tension. The audience barely breathed as the two collided in the center of the ring with a hard collar and elbow tie up. Bray shoved Wade back first, howling mad laughter as Wade wiped his mouth and grinned.
They locked up again. This time Wade powered Bray into the corner, jamming a knee into his gut before the ref forced a break. But Wade didn't back off clean. He drove an elbow into Bray's neck and walked off casually, drawing heavy boos.
Bray charged out of the corner, landing haymakers. The crowd roared.
Wade fought back with European uppercuts, each one stiff, each one echoing. They traded blows in the center. Wyatt rocked Wade with a body avalanche that sent him spilling into the ropes, then dropped him with a running crossbody.
Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Sandro was already at ringside screaming at Wade to breathe, to recover, while Alexa paced like a queen overseeing her kingdom.
Outside the ring, Harper and Rowan stared down Ryback and Big E. The two teams exchanged chilling glares, ready to explode.
Back in the ring, Bray maintained the momentum with a senton, then yanked Wade into a gutwrench suplex.
Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout again.
Wade Barrett gritted his teeth, rolling onto his knees as Bray Wyatt loomed over him with that wicked grin, his sweat drenched hair clinging to his face like a man possessed.
Bray reached down to grab him, but Wade exploded upward with a headbutt to the sternum that made the crowd gasp. Bray stumbled back a step, and Wade took advantage with a stiff boot to the knee, then another, followed by a clubbing forearm to Bray's neck.
Bray countered with a sudden back elbow, stunning Wade, and the champion roared, feeding off the crowd's cheers. He grabbed Wade by the wrist and whipped him into the ropes. On the rebound, Bray launched himself, huge running crossbody! Wade's body bounced off the mat with impact that rattled the ropes. Bray covered again.
One! Two!
Kickout!
The crowd roared. The match was heating up, and both men looked like they were barely holding themselves together. Wade tried to crawl toward the ropes, but Bray grabbed him by the leg and dragged him back to the center of the ring. He pulled Wade up slowly, whispering something incomprehensible as if preaching in tongues, and then drove him face-first into the canvas with a modified uranage.
Bray rolled to his feet, spread his arms wide, soaking in the cheers from the crowd. Wade staggered up, dazed, and Bray hit the ropes for momentum.
RUNNING SENTON!
The referee dropped to count.
One!
Two!
Kickout again!
The frustration was creeping in now, even on Bray's face. He sat up, panting, sweat dripping down his face as he looked to Harper and Rowan. They nodded back.
Wade tried to shake the cobwebs, crawling toward the ropes, but Bray stayed on him. He lifted Wade again, shoved him into the corner, and unloaded with a flurry of short arm clotheslines, each one thundering through Wade's body. On the fifth one, Bray paused and hit the ropes for a full speed avalanche, but Wade moved!
Bray smashed into the corner turnbuckle chest-first and staggered backward. Wade seized the moment and hit a back suplex out of desperation. He collapsed next to Bray, both men spent, gasping for breath.
The crowd was on their feet, a storm of cheers and chants for Bray, mixed with a smattering of boos from those rare fans daring to support the Undisputed System. Sandro paced outside the ring like a shark, muttering to himself, eyes locked on every movement in the ring.
Wade rose first, using the ropes. Bray followed, slower, but still with that twisted smile. They turned and charged at each other, fists flying. Right hand from Wade, then one from Bray. Another from Wade. Then Bray unleashed a wild flurry, punch, elbow, palm strike, forearm, spinning back elbow, Wade dropped to a knee.
Bray lifted him up and hit the ropes, huge running lariat turned Wade inside out!
The crowd exploded!
Bray pulled him up again and hoisted him into position for Sister Abigail.
He kissed Wade on the forehead and prepared to spin him down—
"HEY! BRAY!"
The voice cut through the arena.
Sandro Zhang was on the apron.
Dressed to the nines, the FCW Undisputed puppetmaster called Bray out with a devilish grin. Bray dropped Wade and walked toward Sandro slowly, rage simmering in his eyes. The crowd roared in anticipation.
The two locked eyes. Sandro smirked.
Then—
Harper and Rowan both stepped up onto the apron to flank Bray, staring Sandro down like a pack of wolves who had finally caught the scent.
But from behind, Drew McIntyre, Big E, and Ryback swarmed.
Chaos erupted at ringside. Drew tackled Rowan. Big E threw himself at Harper. Ryback swung wild punches as referees and security scrambled from the back to separate the six men now brawling outside the ring.
Chaos erupted at ringside. Drew tackled Rowan. Big E threw himself at Harper. Ryback swung wild punches as referees and security scrambled from the back to separate the six men now brawling outside the ring.
Inside, the official turned, distracted, screaming over the ropes for the brawl to stop. He threatened to eject all of them if they didn't back down.
Bray turned briefly to look at his family, concern flickering across his face.
And that was all Sandro needed.
He slipped inside the ring like a phantom.
Low blow.
Bray staggered, but didn't drop. He turned around slowly, glaring into Sandro's eyes.
The crowd was stunned. Sandro looked up, undeterred. Another low blow. Bray groaned. Still upright. Sandro sneered, eyes burning with hatred, and delivered a third low blow, this one making Bray finally drop to one knee. As the referee turned back around, Sandro had already rolled out of the ring, arms raised as if he had done nothing at all.
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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