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The Chairman clapped his hands together, signaling that the primary business was entirely concluded. But before he turned to leave, Vince paused, pointing a finger directly at Sandro. "Now, I also have a personal request for you, Sandro," Vince said, his tone shifting into a slightly more demanding, creative producer mode. "And that is regarding Big E, Kofi Kingston, and Xavier Woods."
Sandro raised an eyebrow, entirely intrigued.
"I need you to personally help them in making the direction of their new kayfabe gimmick," Vince stated bluntly. "It was entirely your request to have them betray your character kayfabe wise together. You pitched that mutiny to me. I greenlit it because I trust your instincts. Now, they desperately need a solid direction as a newly formed trio to carry on this momentum."
Vince rolled his eyes slightly in sheer frustration. "They pitched some of their own suggestions to me in my office earlier today. Well, frankly, I personally don't like it. They want to do some sort of overly choir gospel church like fellowship gimmick. It sounds like a bad gospel choir to me. I don't see the vision."
Vince leaned in closely. "So, I want you to help them. I want you to sit down with them, use that brilliant wrestling mind of yours, and entirely refine their concept. You know how to get over. Show them how to do it."
Sandro let out a soft laugh, entirely understanding Vince's hesitation but completely seeing the raw, undeniable potential and chemistry the three men possessed.
Sandro nodded his head confidently.
"Don't worry, Vince," Sandro assured the boss, entirely accepting the backstage creative role. "I will help them. I'll produce their segments and entirely refine the presentation. As long as it's highly interesting, connects with the crowd, and, most importantly, could generate massive amounts of money for the company, right?"
Vince's eyes lit up at the mention of generating revenue. The Chairman smiled broadly, entirely pleased with the answer.
"Right on the money, Sandro," Vince nodded his head in absolute, complete satisfaction. "Rest up. Heal your body. I will entirely see you in a few weeks for the direction that the God King is going to take next."
With that final declaration, the Chairman of the Board turned around and confidently walked out of the triage center, his security detail trailing closely behind him.
Sandro let out a long, deep exhale, entirely feeling the massive weight of the 376 day United States Championship reign finally lift completely off his shoulders. He was bruised, he was battered, and he was officially off television.
But as he looked at the three beautiful women standing by his side, entirely ready to go back to their quiet apartment in Tampa, Sandro knew that this was not an ending. It was merely a highly calculated, incredibly necessary intermission.
The God King would inevitably return, and when he did, the WWE Universe would not be prepared for the absolute hell he was going to unleash.
After spending another grueling thirty minutes being thoroughly cleaned, patched up, and heavily taped by the dedicated team of WWE doctors, Sandro finally pushed himself off the stainless steel examination table. His entire torso was completely painted in dark purple and yellow bruises, but he was walking entirely under his own power.
He slowly walked out of the medical room, flanked closely by his three queens. The visual was striking. AJ Lee, Alexa Bliss, and Nikki Bella had entirely taken over the physical burden of carrying his remaining gold. Nikki proudly carried the massive, incredibly heavy World Heavyweight Championship draped over her shoulder, while Alexa carried the WWE Championship.
They walked down the long, winding concrete corridors of the St. Pete Times Forum, greeting the passing production crew and arena staff.
They finally reached the heavy, custom-painted door of the Undisputed System locker room. For an entire year, this room had been the absolute epicenter of power in the WWE.
As Sandro pushed the heavy door open, inside the massive locker room, there were only three people inside.
Sitting around the leather couches in the center of the room were Big E, Kofi Kingston, and Xavier Woods. They were completely out of their ring gear, dressed comfortably in sweatpants and t-shirts, deeply engrossed in a passionate, animated discussion.
They were actively brainstorming, throwing ideas back and forth about the exact gimmick and presentation they should debut now that their kayfabe mutiny had completely succeeded.
They were entirely convinced that the "choir" gimmick was the absolute best route. They felt that adopting an overly positive, church choir fellowship persona was a brilliant way to visually and conceptually show the WWE Universe that they had bonded.
In their minds, the choir theme perfectly represented the brotherhood that had given them the strength to actively mutiny against the darkness of the God King.
The sudden, heavy sound of the locker room door opening immediately caused all three men to stop their brainstorming and look toward the entrance.
When they saw Sandro walk in, battered and heavily taped, the tension in the room remained completely non existent.
The brutal betrayal in the ring, the Trouble in Paradise, the Lost in the Woods, and the catastrophic Big Ending, it was all strictly, professionally kayfabe.
Behind the curtain, they were incredibly tight. They were brothers who had just executed a flawless, main event storyline that had entirely blown the roof off the arena.
"Hey, man!" Woods called out, a massive smile breaking across his face as he stood up. "You completely survived the Frog Splash! We were watching the monitor in the back, I thought you legitimately broke yourself in half!"
"I'm too stubborn to break, Woods," Sandro chuckled softly, wincing slightly as the laughter pulled at his taped ribs.
"You made us look like a million bucks out there tonight, Sandro," Kofi Kingston added sincerely, walking over and giving the billionaire prodigy a careful, gentle pat on the shoulder. "That crowd reaction when E caught your wrist... I have literally never heard an arena pop that loud in my entire career. It was magic."
"You earned it, boys," Sandro smiled genuinely. "You executed it perfectly."
Sandro slowly walked over to his designated, oversized leather sofa and carefully lowered his bruised body onto the cushions, letting out a heavy sigh of relief as he finally took the weight off his legs.
AJ, Alexa, and Nikki mirrored his actions, taking a seat on the adjacent sofa and carefully setting the two massive world titles down on the glass coffee table.
"So," Big E spoke up, pulling his chair a little closer to the center of the room. "Since you're here, we actually really need your help and your opinion on something. We've been trying to iron out exactly what we are going to do tomorrow night on RAW. We pitched this fellowship, gospel choir idea to Vince earlier today, and we really think it's the perfect contrast to the Undisputed System."
Hearing that, Sandro offered a tired, knowing smile. He leaned back into the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I know exactly what you pitched," Sandro revealed. "Vince actually just came into the medical room to check on me. He specifically brought it up."
The three superstars leaned in, eager for the feedback.
"And?" Woods asked hopefully. "What did the old man say? Did he like the presentation?"
Sandro shook his head slowly, deciding to be entirely blunt with his friends. "He told me to help the three of you fix it. Because he absolutely hates the idea you just pitched to him. His exact words were that he doesn't like it, he doesn't see the vision, and it sounds like a 'bad gospel choir' to him."
Hearing the harsh reality of the Chairman's feedback, the three of them simultaneously let out a heavy, deflated sigh. The excitement in the room completely evaporated.
Xavier Woods aggressively rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated by the creative roadblock. "I just... I feel like this is the absolute right direction for the three of us, Sandro. We need to show the fans that we found the light. We need to show them that we are a brotherhood now."
"He's right," Kofi chimed in, entirely agreeing with his partner. "Even if Vince says he hates it right now, we all know exactly how the boss operates. If the three of us just go out there, completely commit to the bit, and show him that it actively works... if we get a good pop from the fans and the money starts coming in through merchandise sales, the boss would definitely change his mind and agree with the vision."
Big E nodded emphatically. "Exactly. We just have to force him to see it."
Sandro listened patiently to their passionate defense. He completely understood their optimism, but he also understood the ruthless, deeply petty political mechanics of the professional wrestling industry far better than anyone else in the building.
Sandro slowly nodded his head. "What you are saying is technically true, Kofi. If you go out there and it gets incredibly over, Vince will ultimately bow to the money. But... what if it doesn't go exactly like you just said? What if you walk out there in choir robes, singing gospel songs, and the crowd completely rejects it? What if they boo you out of the building, not because you're bad guys, but because the gimmick is completely boring?"
Hearing that, the three of them fell entirely silent. They looked down at the floor, the harsh reality of Sandro's words sinking in.
"Look," Sandro continued, his voice softening slightly but maintaining its firm, realistic tone. "You all know that I have your backs. I will of course continue to support the three of you behind the scenes. I have enough stroke in this company to absolutely make sure that Vince could never fire you or prematurely end the contracts of my friends."
Sandro leaned forward to ensure they completely understood the gravity of the situation.
"But you have to understand Vince McMahon's mindset," Sandro warned them. "I can stop him from firing you. But Vince can definitely make sure that you only appear on untelevised house shows. He can completely pull you off Monday Night RAW and Friday Night SmackDown. Hell, he would happily relegate the three of you to only appearing on WWE Main Event or WWE Superstars, completely wrestling in dark matches in front of half empty arenas while the broadcast is on commercial break."
Sandro paused, letting the terrifying prospect of WWE purgatory hang in the air.
"And he wouldn't do it just because the gimmick failed," Sandro added darkly. "He would do it just out of pure spite, simply because I protected the three of you from getting fired. If you force a gimmick down his throat that he already hates, and it fails, he will completely bury you. He will make you job out to the Great Khali in two minutes every single week until your contracts completely run out."
Xavier Woods let out a heavy, defeated breath, leaning back in his chair. He knew Sandro wasn't exaggerating. That was exactly how the corporate machine operated.
"So..." Woods asked quietly, looking directly at the billionaire prodigy. "Do you also feel that this choir gimmick wouldn't work?"
Sandro didn't hesitate. He nodded his head definitively.
"I completely agree with Vince," Sandro stated flatly. "It is a bad gimmick. It's incredibly one dimensional. But more importantly, it is a bad gimmick because it actually completely ignores the absolute greatest strength that the three of you share in common."
Kofi Kingston furrowed his brow, genuinely confused. "What strength do the three of us share in common, man? We're all athletic, we've all got good in ring psychology..."
"I'm not talking about your wrestling ability, Kofi," Sandro interrupted smoothly. "I'm talking about your personalities. Your actual, genuine personalities. The strength you share is your incredible sense of comedy and your ability to generate genuine laughter."
The absolute second the word "comedy" left Sandro's mouth, Big E's entire demeanor completely shifted. The massive, three hundred pound powerhouse crossed his thick arms over his massive chest, a deep frown completely taking over his face.
"Hold on a minute, Sandro," Big E argued, his deep voice rumbling with clear defensive hesitation. "If you are suggesting that we go out there and play some sort of complete comedic relief act, like a trio of Santino Marellas, then I absolutely do not agree with that idea. I am not doing that."
Big E leaned forward, entirely serious. "Yes, the three of us like to goof around backstage. We love playing video games, we create incredibly funny situations, and we make each other laugh. But I am a former powerlifter and a former tag champ. Kofi is a former Intercontinental Champion. Woods is an elite athlete and former tag champ. I absolutely refuse to be thought of as a complete joke. I don't want to be a comedic relief act that the fans just laugh at before we get squashed by the real heavyweights."
Sandro immediately held up his hands, completely shaking his head to stop Big E's train of thought before it derailed the entire conversation.
"No, no, E, you are entirely misunderstanding me," Sandro corrected him quickly. "I don't mean you become a joke. I absolutely do not mean you go out there and play the fool so people can laugh at you. What I mean is, you go out there and you force the crowd to laugh with you, while simultaneously proving that you are the most dominant, untouchable trios and tag team in the entire company."
Sandro leaned back, entirely closing his eyes for a brief second as he mentally pulled up the incredibly vivid, highly detailed memories from his past life. He knew exactly what the "New Day" was destined to become.
He knew the absolute, undeniable, monumental success that this specific trio was capable of achieving. He had seen them break the all time tag team championship records. He just had to carefully, meticulously guide them to that exact conclusion without ever revealing that he possessed forbidden knowledge from the future.
"Listen to me," Sandro began, his tone entirely shifting into the role of a master creative producer. "The gospel choir idea is boring because it takes itself too seriously. What if you took that exact same concept, the brotherhood, the positivity, the fellowship, and you completely cranked it up to an incredibly obnoxious, unhinged eleven?"
The three men entirely stopped what they were doing and listened intently to the concept.
"You don't wear boring choir robes," Sandro pitched, actively painting the visual for them. "You wear incredibly bright, obnoxiously loud colors. Neon blues, bright pinks, completely vibrant greens. You come out to the ring smiling, skipping, clapping, and actively preaching the absolute 'Power of Positivity'."
"The Power of Positivity?" Woods repeated, actively testing the phrase on his tongue.
"Exactly," Sandro nodded. "But here is the absolute genius of the kayfabe character work. You act like you are the absolute best guys in the world. You act like you are heroes trying to save the WWE Universe with your positivity. But you do it in a way that is so incredibly grating, so highly annoying, and so deeply unhinged that the crowd will eventually start booing you. And when they start booing you, you completely refuse to acknowledge it. You just smile wider, clap louder, and tell them they just need more positivity."
Kofi Kingston slowly sat up straighter, a small, intrigued smile beginning to completely form on his face. "So... we are basically trolling the audience? We play babyfaces who are so annoying that we actively become massive heels?"
"Bingo," Sandro grinned, snapping his fingers. "You troll the audience, and you absolutely troll your opponents. You use your real life backstage chemistry. You love video games, Woods? Put anime references in your promos. Talk about fighting games. E, you love making people uncomfortable? Swivel your hips. Say the most absurd, deeply confusing things during your promos with absolute, terrifying conviction."
Big E let out a sudden, booming laugh, entirely picturing himself aggressively swiveling his hips in the face of someone like Wade Barrett or Randy Orton. The defensive hesitation from earlier was completely gone, instantly replaced by a spark of genuine creative excitement.
"But here is the absolute key to making sure you are never treated like a joke," Sandro emphasized, his voice growing entirely serious again. "When the bell rings, the comedy completely stops. You beat the absolute living hell out of your opponents. You use the 'Freebird Rule' to completely dominate the tag team division. You cheat, you use the numbers advantage, and you double team people into oblivion. You infuriate the heels because you don't take them seriously, and you infuriate the babyfaces because you constantly beat them while smiling."
"We beat them," Woods summarized, his mind actively racing with a thousand different ideas, "and then we skip around their unconscious bodies throwing completely ridiculous insults at them."
"Exactly!" Sandro laughed. "You can be absolutely hilarious on the microphone, but you must remain absolute killers in the ring. The contrast is what makes it work. The fans will realize that they can't just write you off as a comedy act, because you will keep holding the Tag Team Championships hostage in the future!"
The atmosphere in the Undisputed System locker room was entirely transformed. The heavy, defeated aura from earlier had completely vanished. The three superstars were sitting on the absolute edge of their seats, completely captivated by the direction he was giving them. They were no longer mourning the loss of their choir gimmick, they were actively joining on the discussion.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 21 (2011)
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, 1x WWE Champion, & 1x World Heavyweight Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner, 1x Mr. Money In The Bank, Youngest WWE Champion, PWI Top 500 (No.1) - 2010, & 1x KOTR (2010)
Wrestlemania Record: 2 - 0 Main Event: 1 - 0