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Then his voice dropped low, deadly serious. "You know, WrestleMania was supposed to be history. It was supposed to be one of the most honorable moments this business has ever seen. Shawn Michaels, my brother, the Heartbreak Kid, standing toe to toe with the Phenom, the Undertaker. Win or lose, that was his moment. And the Undertaker was the better man. That's how it should've ended."
The crowd cheered in respect for both legends. Triple H's jaw tightened.
"But then… then Sandro and his little Undisputed System ruined it. They didn't just attack Shawn, they attacked everything this ring stands for. They showed no respect, no class, no honor. And that, that pisses me off."
The boos rained down heavy, the crowd chanting "Assholes! Assholes!" before Shawn stepped forward, Road Dogg handing him the mic.
Shawn's voice was calmer, but full of emotion. "Hunter's right. I went into WrestleMania knowing it might be the end. And you know what? I'm okay with that. I gave it everything I had, and I can retire knowing I left it all in this ring. But what I'm not okay with… is being jumped from behind. What I'm not okay with… is the Undisputed System thinking they can write the end of my story for me."
The crowd erupted with cheers of support, chants of "Thank you, Shawn!" and "HBK! HBK! HBK!" breaking out. Shawn's eyes welled for a moment as he smiled, soaking it in, before continuing.
"They want to act like wolves? Fine. But wolves don't scare DX. Wolves don't scare me, and they sure as hell don't scare the Undertaker. So here's the deal, Sandro, you and your little group of cowards. DX is challenging the Undisputed System to a match. That's right. Any time, any place, anywhere. And before anyone asks, I'll honor my retirement. I won't wrestle. But I'll be at ringside, standing by my brothers."
The arena exploded in cheers, deafening. Fans stomped, clapped, screamed, signs waving high. The cheers was so loud that the cameras shook, people stomping their feet in approval.
Cole's voice cracked with excitement. "DX is throwing down the gauntlet!"
Lawler added, "But will Sandro accept? That's the question!"
And then, as if on cue, the lights cut out. The arena plunged into black. Murmurs rose, screams of anticipation echoing through the crowd.
For a heartbeat, silence.
Then—
"SHOCK. THE. SYSTEM."
The words ripped through the speakers, followed by the pounding bass of the Undisputed System's theme. The titantron lit up, flashing their golden black logo, and the boos hit like a wave.
When the lights returned, there they were. Sandro stood at the center, a smug grin plastered on his face with the Andre the Giant trophy in front of him, Alexa by his side. Wade loomed tall to his left, Drew brooding beside him, while Big E and Ryback stood behind Alexa, the whole group exuding menace.
The boos were deafening. It was heat unlike anything the arena had felt in years. Sandro smirked, whispering something into Alexa's ear before the group began their slow, deliberate walk toward the ring.
Cole's voice was urgent, filled with disbelief. "They're here! The Undisputed System is here, and listen to this place! The boos are deafening!"
King leaned forward, shaking his head. "This is the biggest target DX has ever had on their backs, Cole. Look at them. They don't look scared, they look ready for war."
The faction stopped at the top of the ramp, glaring down at DX in the ring. Sandro raised a mic, tapping it against his palm with a smirk that sent the crowd into another wave of boos.
The tension in the arena was nuclear. The war that had begun at WrestleMania was about to erupt again, this time on live television, in front of the entire world.
Sandro at first raised his microphone, his lips curling into that trademark smirk of his. The boos thundered down, and he basked in it like it was applause. He lifted a hand, snapping his fingers for silence, then barked into the mic,
"Shut your mouths!"
The reaction was instant. Another avalanche of boos cascaded down on him, shaking the rafters. The jeers rolled like a tidal wave, but instead of being rattled, Sandro threw his head back and laughed, that cocky, arrogant laugh that had already made him the most hated man in the building.
He looked at Alexa, who smirked and rubbed his chest like she was feeding his ego, while Wade, Drew, Big E, and Ryback clapped him on the back as if to say, You've got them right where you want them.
He paced a little at the top of the ramp, then leaned back into the mic with disdain dripping from every word.
"Well, well, well… look who it is. If it isn't the famous DX. D-Generation X. One of the best factions, hell, maybe the best faction, in WWE history. Maybe even in all of wrestling history."
He paused, tilting his head with faux respect. Then he started clapping slowly. One by one, the other members of the Undisputed System joined in, clapping with mocking grins. Finally, Sandro lifted his free hand and pointed toward the ring.
"Go ahead, people. Give them a round of applause. Come on!"
The crowd, confused at first, started to actually clap. Some sarcastically, some genuinely because it was DX. The sound built up, a strange mix of booing and clapping, until Sandro stopped and leaned forward with his smirk wider than ever.
"See that? See that? What a bunch of hypocrites you are."
The boos came back, harder than before.
Sandro pointed into the crowd with venom, pacing like a general surveying his battlefield. "I didn't expect this, honestly. Back in FCW, back in TNA, I thought I'd already seen the fakest fans in the world. But no, no… you WWE fans, the so called WWE Universe, you take the cake. The most hypocritical crowd on Earth. You boo me until your throats bleed, and the second I tell you to clap for DX, what do you do? You clap. Like the puppets you are."
The arena erupted with nuclear heat. Some fans were screaming insults at him, others flipping him off. A shot cut to one fan in the front row with a sign that read "Sandro Sucks!" and he was shaking it furiously.
In the ring, DX wasn't letting this go unchecked. Triple H pointed right up the ramp, glaring, his voice booming even without a mic. "Shut the hell up!" he barked. The fans popped huge for it.
Triple H grabbed the mic again, his voice sharp with anger. "Do you come out here to talk all night like a coward, or are you gonna give us your answer? Do you accept our challenge, or are you too scared to get in this ring?"
The arena roared in approval. "YES! YES! YES!" chants broke out, the crowd siding firmly with DX.
Sandro's smirk faltered for the briefest moment, then hardened. He raised the mic slowly, his tone turning more serious, more venomous.
"Really, Hunter? You think I'm scared of you? You think I'm intimidated? I'm Sandro Zhang, the inaugural winner of the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal. And let me tell you something the world doesn't know yet…"
He leaned in, his voice low and deliberate. "I've already received word from the big boss. That win? That trophy? It guarantees me a shot at a singles title on the brand I'm part of. That's right. I've got a United States Championship opportunity waiting for me. So why in the world would I waste my time being afraid of you? You, an old, washed up veteran who clings to his wife and his father in law to stay relevant in this business. That's you, Hunter."
The crowd gasped. The heat was volcanic. The mention of Stephanie and Vince sent shockwaves through the arena. Cole nearly jumped out of his chair at the commentary desk.
"Oh my God!" Cole shouted. "Did Sandro just go there? Did he just drag Triple H's wife and Vince McMahon into this?"
Lawler added, his voice high-pitched with disbelief, "He's poking the bear! He is poking the bear!"
Triple H's face turned red with rage, his body stiffening as he started to step out of the ring, ready to march up that ramp and tear Sandro apart. But Road Dogg and Billy Gunn threw their arms out, holding him back.
"Don't do it, Hunter! Don't fall for it!" Road Dogg yelled, patting Triple H on the chest. Gunn nodded, shouting, "He's baiting you! It's a trap, man!"
Triple H glared, seething, pacing like a caged animal inside the ring. Shawn, meanwhile, took the mic with a bitter chuckle. His voice was calm but cutting, dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, that's classic. Absolutely classic. Dragging somebody's family into it. That's the oldest trick in the book. Bravo, Sandro. Really, bravo. You know, now that I think about it, who started that trend? Oh yeah, it was us. DX. So let's get this straight. You're calling us washed up, old men, relics from the past… but you're also copying our playbook every step of the way. Everything you and your little sidekicks are doing? We did it first."
The fans erupted with cheers, laughing and chanting "HBK! HBK!"
Shawn smirked, then delivered the dagger. "And by the way, we don't really care about your precious little trophy, or the title shot it got you. Because rumor has it…" He leaned in, lowering his voice as the crowd leaned with him. "The night you won that thing, you went back and what was it again? Oh yeah. You masturbated on the statue."
The place came unglued. The fans exploded with laughter, cheers echoing like a wave through the arena. Chants of "You sick freak!" broke out in unison. DX exaggerated their reactions, Road Dogg gagging, Billy Gunn pretending to puke over the ropes, X-Pac clutching his stomach with laughter alongside Tori. Triple H doubled over, pointing at Sandro with mock disbelief.
Sandro's face went beet red, his composure snapping. He yelled into his mic, his voice booming with fury. "Enough! Enough of this slander! I would NEVER, never in my life, do something so disgusting to this ugly statue of a dead, overweight giant! Never!"
The boos poured in, but Sandro wasn't done. He pulled Alexa closer to him, wrapping an arm around her waist. Alexa leaned into him with a sultry grin, her hand tracing his chest as she exaggeratedly kissed his cheek. Sandro smirked again, fueled by the affection.
"Why would I ever do that," he sneered, "when I have a woman like Alexa right here? She satisfies me in every way imaginable. Every. Way."
The crowd erupted in boos at the sight of Alexa kissing him deeply, Sandro cupping her chin arrogantly while Wade, Drew, Ryback, and Big E wolf whistled in the background.
When the kiss broke, Sandro smirked again, holding Alexa tight. "So whatever Shawn just said is invalid. Worthless. Doesn't matter. And yeah, maybe DX was the one who started this whole trend of mocking, of disrespect, of breaking the rules. Fine. But here's the difference, Shawn. Here's the difference, Hunter. We, the Undisputed System, are the ones who are going to perfect it. We're going to make it bigger. Louder. More infamous than anything you ever did. Because when history looks back, they won't remember DX as the ultimate rebels. They'll remember us."
The boos shook the rafters. DX stood in the ring shaking their heads. Triple H wiped tears from his eyes after laughing so hard at Shawn's earlier joke. Then, slowly, he raised the mic again, voice cold and sharp.
"You know what, Sandro? We're not even gonna ask you why you did what you did to that statue. We're not even gonna ask why you're dragging Alexa into your weird little kinks. That's your business. Whatever sick stuff you're into? That's on you. What we wanna know is this…"
Triple H stepped forward, his voice booming as the crowd leaned in. "Do you and the rest of your little Undisputed System have the balls to face DX? That's the only question that matters." The crowd erupted with cheers, a deafening "DX! DX! DX!" chant filling the arena as Triple H dropped the mic, staring a hole through Sandro at the top of the ramp.
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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.
Other Achievments: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner
Wrestelmania Record: 1 - 0