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He turned to Drew, Ryback, Wade, and Big E. Each man nodded in silent approval. "It was time for our match," Sandro said to them. "Let's go out there and gave the beat performance we can for the fans, and also for our careers." The stage was now fully set. War Games was next. And the Undisputed System was ready.
At this time in the arena, the mood shifted dramatically. The house lights dimmed to a pale blue, sweeping across the crowd like ghostly waves as anticipation rippled through the fans.
The ringside crew moved with a mix of urgency and precision, assembling the double ring and the towering steel structure that would surround it, the War Games cage.
Every clang of metal, every lock snapping shut, brought new waves of cheers or claps from the packed stadium in Tampa. It wasn't just appreciation for the crew's work, it was fans giving their energy, their spirit, urging them to finish faster. Everyone knew what was coming. And they couldn't wait.
Then, without warning, the lights cut completely.
BOOM.
A pulse of static.
Then...
SHOCK THE SYSTEM!
The words cracked through the speakers like thunder. Strobe lights fired in sync with the music's pulse, casting bursts of crimson and white light as the Undisputed System made their entrance. The crowd erupted in instant, thunderous boos. The air filled with venom, a thousand voices uniting in pure disdain.
First came Sandro, in black and gold ring gear, trimmed with crimson accents that shimmered under the lights. He was flanked by his brothers in arms, Wade Barrett, stoic and menacing; Big E, cracking his knuckles with a wide, cold grin; Drew McIntyre, slicking back his wet hair with a look of ice cold focus; and Ryback, a walking slab of fury, silent and still like a bomb yet to go off.
Sandro walked at the head of the group, exuding confidence, arrogance, and a calmness that almost dared someone to try and shake him.
The ring announcer's voice echoed out.
"Introducing first, the team of Wade Barrett, Big E, Drew McIntyre, Ryback, and, the Undisputed Savior, Sandro Zhang... THE UNDISPUTED SYSTEM!"
The crowd let loose a fresh storm of boos.
Sandro simply sneered at them, eyes scanning over the audience like a king looking down at a kingdom full of peasants. He patted Drew on the shoulder. Drew nodded without a word and strode ahead, moving toward the War Games cage.
He was the first.
He would represent the Undisputed System to start the war.
The rest of the faction stepped into their designated iron cell, a holding pen of steel just outside the ring. The lock clicked shut. Sandro leaned against the bars, arms crossed, eyes sharp.
And then...
The arena went pitch black.
"BANG BANG!"
The iconic screech of Mick Foley's theme hit, and the roof nearly blew off. Out came Foley, flannel shirt over his wrestling gear, limping slightly but with fists pumping high and wild hair bouncing with every step.
He was followed immediately by the thunderous entrance theme of Kurt Angle. The Olympic hero walked with pride and fire in his eyes, slapping hands with fans as they roared "YOU SUCK!" in rhythm but with love.
Then came Sting.
Bat in hand. Trench coat flowing.
Silent. Focused. The icon.
Next, Kofi Kingston exploded onto the stage with his usual energy and wild charisma, bouncing and clapping as the crowd came alive for him.
Finally, Taylor Rotunda emerged, drawing a loud cheer from FCW loyalists. He was the underdog, the tested rookie and a promising young lion, and tonight he would stand among giants.
All five men lined up on the stage.
The ring announcer gave the introduction:
"And their opponents, the team of Mick Foley, Kurt Angle, Sting, Kofi Kingston, and Taylor Rotunda... TEAM TNA AND FCW!"
The crowd nearly imploded from the wave of noise. Camera flashes. Chants. Stomping feet.
Kofi was chosen to start.
He nodded to each teammate, slapped hands with Foley, and dashed down the ramp, full of purpose. He dove into the double ring and stepped into the cage with Drew McIntyre. The gate shut. The bell rang.
And War Games began.
Kofi opened up with lightning speed, ducking a big boot from Drew and hitting the ropes. He rebounded, leaping into a flying forearm that rocked the Scotsman. Drew stumbled, caught off guard by the burst. Kofi kept the pace frantic, using quick strikes, dropkicks, and sudden evasions to stay ahead.
But Drew wasn't rattled for long. He caught Kofi mid-leap and drove him spine first into the steel cage. Then again. The crowd gasped as Kofi cried out. Drew hurled him across the ring into the other side of the cage with terrifying strength.
Kofi writhed after crashing into the steel, his body folding awkwardly onto the canvas. Drew stood over him like a predator stalking prey, his chest heaving as he took in the sea of boos raining down. He didn't care. This was his environment. Steel, pain, punishment, this was where Drew thrived, especially since he this is his second war games match.
He grabbed Kofi by the wrist and yanked him to his feet, only for Kofi to spring to life, twisting out of Drew's grasp and rolling under his legs. Kofi bounced up, hit the ropes, and came flying back with a double foot dropkick that caught Drew flush in the chest.
McIntyre staggered back, hitting the cage wall with a loud thud. Kofi didn't stop. He climbed the ropes, first, second, then perched on the top one and launched into a crossbody.
Drew caught him in mid air, the crowd gasping, but Kofi wiggled out and landed behind him. Spinning heel kick to the back of the head! Drew fell to one knee. Kofi ran to the ropes again, rebounding, BOOM! Huge clothesline from Drew turned him inside out.
Both men were down, breathing hard. The crowd stood, roaring, sensing something special already. Two minutes in, and this was already delivering.
Then—
Ten… Nine… Eight…
The countdown clock blared on the screen. The crowd roared in rhythm.
Seven… Six… Five…
Sandro leaned forward in his cell, smirking, then turned his head.
"Ryback. Smash."
Ryback grunted and walked out as the cage door opened for him. The monster of a man stomped down the ramp, his shoulders bouncing, his fists clenched. The second member of the Undisputed System entered War Games.
Four… Three… Two… One…
BZZZZZT!
The buzzer sounded as Ryback entered the ring and sprinted into action. Kofi had just gotten to his feet when Ryback flattened him with a meat hook clothesline that echoed like a shotgun blast. Drew grinned and nodded.
The double team began. Ryback held Kofi in a full nelson while Drew delivered heavy body shots. Then Drew held Kofi's arms back as Ryback rammed shoulder after shoulder into his ribs.
They launched him across the ring into the steel wall, Kofi bounced off it and collapsed, clutching his ribs.
The crowd booed louder now, trying to will Kofi back up, but the numbers and power game was too much. Drew and Ryback took turns stomping him, dragging him to the second ring and back like a ragdoll.
But Kofi refused to quit. Crawling, dragging himself up using the ropes, he fired a sudden elbow into Ryback's gut. Then another. Then he ducked Drew and hit a spinning back kick that sent Drew crashing into Ryback!
The crowd roared.
Ten… Nine… Eight…
The countdown again. This time, it was Team TNA & FCW's chance.
Seven… Six… Five…
Sandro scowled from behind his cell's bars.
Four… Three… Two… One…
BZZZZZT!
The buzzer hit, and the cage door for Team TNA & FCW opened.
Out came Kurt Angle.
Olympic intensity filled his eyes. He tore off his hoodie, slapped the floor with both palms, and charged the ring like a missile.
Kurt ducked Ryback's first punch and exploded into a German suplex that shook the ring. He caught Drew in a waist lock, another suplex! Then he grabbed Kofi, pulled him up, and together they went to war.
Kofi recovered enough to hit a Boom Drop on Ryback while Kurt delivered three rolling Germans to Drew, bridging on the final one for good measure. No pinfalls yet as the War Games match hadn't officially started, but the message was clear.
Momentum had shifted.
Kurt locked Ryback in the Ankle Lock, wrenching it viciously as Ryback screamed, clawing at the mat. Drew came charging, but Kofi intercepted with Trouble in Paradise!
The crowd exploded.
Both teams now had two members, and the ring was chaos. Action moved from one side of the cage to the other. Kofi monkey flipped Drew into the corner. Kurt launched Ryback face first into the steel cage.
Then it was time again.
Ten… Nine… Eight…
Sandro turned to his cellmates.
"Wade. Go."
Wade Barrett, in black trunks and elbow pad gleaming under the lights, cracked his neck and strode out like a general entering battle.
Five… Four… Three… Two… One…
BZZZZZT!
Barrett entered the fray with methodical brutality. He instantly went after Kurt, hitting him with a stiff boot to the face. Then he yanked Kofi off Drew and delivered a Bull Hammer in the center of the ring.
Drew got to his feet, nodding to Barrett. They began to work together, targeting Kurt with precision. Ryback had recovered and now joined them. Three on two. The numbers caught up fast.
Kofi tried to fight, but he was grabbed and slammed against the steel wall. Kurt tried to suplex Ryback again, but Barrett cracked him across the back with a running clothesline.
The Undisputed System had the advantage, and they were making it count.
Improvised triple team moves, constant pressure, this wasn't just violence, this was warfare with tactics. Drew and Barrett set up a double suplex while Ryback climbed the ropes for extra impact, driving Kurt down with a thunderous crash that shook the entire structure.
Kofi gasped for air, sandwiched between Drew's boots and the cage.
The audience roared and booed in a symphony of chaos.
Another countdown.
Ten… Nine… Eight…
Mick Foley was pacing now, his fists clenched.
"Let me go in," he muttered.
But it wasn't his turn.
Three… Two… One…
BZZZZZT!
It was Sting.
The crowd roared as the Stinger walked down slowly, bat in hand, cold and calm.
He stepped into the ring, stared down the three men before him, and then went wild.
Swing!
Bat to Ryback's gut.
Swing!
Bat to Barrett's spine.
Drew tried to block, but Sting jabbed him in the ribs and tossed the bat aside before spearing him into the corner.
Sting was unchained.
He whipped Ryback into the turnbuckle, then hit a running Stinger Splash.
Barrett charged, Sting ducked and nailed a Scorpion Death Drop!
The ring was alive now, four on three. Team TNA & FCW had evened the odds.
Kurt hit an Angle Slam on Ryback. Kofi springboarded off the cage wall and caught Drew with a dropkick. Sting locked Barrett in the Scorpion Death Lock.
The crowd lost its mind.
But they weren't done yet.
Another countdown began.
And Sandro Zhang stepped forward.
His eyes burned.
He nodded to Big E, who was already flexing, pumping himself up.
"You're next. Show them what happens when chaos gets personal."
Big E cracked his neck, then stomped out of the cell.
The countdown hit zero.
And he entered the ring with fire.
Big E tackled Kofi instantly, his former friend, now turned opponent, and slammed him with a spine-shattering belly to belly suplex.
Kurt turned to help, but Big E caught him with a running splash.
Then Big E and Ryback picked up Kurt together, double powerbomb.
Barrett was back on his feet, now focused on Sting. He pulled Sting off Drew and rammed him headfirst into the cage wall.
Drew recovered and nailed a Claymore Kick on Kofi.
The Undisputed System was in full control. And Sandro? Still in the cell. Watching. Waiting. Calculating. War Games was far from over. But the battlefield was already soaked with sweat, pain, and the echoes of every fan's roar. And soon, the final soldiers of each team would be unleashed.
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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