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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.
"What about a prop?" Woods asked, entirely jumping into the creative discussion. "If we are going to be completely obnoxious, we need something that makes noise. Something we can use to actively interrupt other people's promos."
Sandro smiled, entirely knowing exactly where this was going. "What do you play, Woods?"
"I mean, I played the trombone in high school," Woods shrugged.
"Bring a trombone to the ring," Sandro stated flawlessly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Play it while E and Kofi are wrestling. Play the Final Fantasy victory theme when you win a match. Play it directly in the referee's ear. It will generate absolute, nuclear heat from the traditional wrestling purists, which will only make the fans love you even more."
Kofi Kingston burst out laughing, completely burying his face in his hands. "A trombone? Sandro, Vince is going to completely lose his mind if Woods brings a trombone to the ring."
"Vince will absolutely hate it for the first two weeks," Sandro agreed confidently. "But by week three, when he sees the crowd completely engaged, and by week four, when you start pitching incredibly ridiculous merchandise ideas... he will love it."
"Merchandise!" Big E realized, his eyes entirely lighting up. "If we are bright and colorful, we can sell absolute mountains of merchandise. We can put catchphrases on everything. We can sell unicorn horns! We can throw breakfast cereal into the crowd! We can throw pancakes!"
Sandro leaned back against the sofa, a massive, deeply satisfied smile entirely spreading across his bruised face as he watched the three of them actively piece together the exact gimmick that would eventually make them legendary.
He didn't even have to prompt them about the pancakes or the unicorns, their own natural, incredibly brilliant comedic instincts were already pulling them directly toward the massive success they were destined to achieve.
For the next hour, completely ignoring the sheer exhaustion of the Extreme Rules Pay Per View, the four men sat in the locker room and meticulously, entirely mapped out the entire presentation. They ironed out the promo style, they discussed the specific tag team finishing maneuvers they would utilize to establish their in ring dominance, and they completely conceptualized their new entrance theme.
AJ Lee, Nikki Bella, and Alexa Bliss sat quietly on the opposite sofa, entirely watching the creative process unfold with genuine admiration. They watched Sandro effortlessly navigate the insecurities of his friends, entirely validating their strengths and perfectly molding their ideas into a highly marketable, incredibly lucrative package.
He wasn't just a phenomenal in ring performer, his psychological understanding of the wrestling business was absolutely unparalleled.
At the end of the day, as the arena staff finally began aggressively knocking on the doors to clear the building for the night, the brainstorming session officially concluded.
Big E, Kofi Kingston, and Xavier Woods stood up. They were entirely transformed from the three demoralized men who had walked into the locker room an hour prior. They were buzzing with incredible, electric anticipation, entirely ready to completely revolutionize the tag team division on Monday Night RAW.
"Sandro," Kofi said sincerely, walking over and extending his hand. "Thank you. Seriously. You didn't have to do this. You could have just let us go out there and fail with the choir gimmick, but you entirely saved us tonight."
Sandro reached out, shaking Kofi's hand firmly. "You three saved yourselves in that ring tonight. I just helped you figure out the wardrobe."
Big E stepped forward, entirely dropping his serious demeanor, and completely engulfed Sandro in a massive, incredibly gentle bear hug, entirely mindful of the billionaire's heavily taped ribs.
"We are going to make an absolute fortune with this, Sandro," Big E grinned widely, stepping back. "I can already see the t-shirt designs. We're going to call ourselves... The New Day."
Sandro smiled, entirely feigning surprise at the perfect name. "The New Day. I absolutely love it. It's positive, it's fresh, and it's completely marketable."
Woods entirely grabbed his duffel bag from the corner of the room, throwing it over his shoulder with a massive, unhinged grin on his face. "I'm going to a music store the absolute second it opens tomorrow morning. I'm finding the loudest, most obnoxious brass trombone in the entire state of Florida."
As the newly formed trio entirely walked out of the locker room, laughing and loudly discussing their plans, Sandro leaned back into the leather cushions. He looked over at the glass coffee table, entirely admiring the gleaming gold of the WWE Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship.
He had lost the United States Championship tonight, and his massive and invincible kayfabe empire had formally, entirely crumbled into dust. But as he sat in the quiet locker room with his queens, having just successfully orchestrated the birth of one of the greatest factions in professional wrestling history, he realized that he hadn't lost anything at all. He was still the ultimate puppet master of the WWE.
The next day, the blinding golden Florida sun broke over the horizon early Monday morning, reflecting brightly off the pristine white hull of the Nexum Core private jet as it touched down smoothly on the private tarmac.
Sandro, his ribs tightly bound in thick white medical tape beneath a loose fitting designer hoodie, carefully stepped down the steel stairs of the aircraft. Flanking him closely, providing an impenetrable wall of support and affection, were AJ Lee, Nikki Bella, and Alexa Bliss.
The three girls were exhausted from the sheer emotional and physical toll of the Extreme Rules Pay Per View, but they carried the heavy, gleaming gold of the WWE Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship with absolute pride.
A sleek, black armored SUV was waiting on the tarmac to whisk them away. They took the short drive through the coastal city, entirely bypassing the chaotic morning traffic, heading directly to Sandro's new luxurious, multi million dollar penthouse apartment in the heart of downtown Tampa.
The apartment was an absolute masterpiece of modern architecture. Floor to ceiling glass windows offered a breathtaking, panoramic view of Tampa Bay. The expansive living room was furnished with imported Italian leather, a massive, state of the art home theater system, and a gleaming marble kitchen.
It was the perfect, entirely secluded sanctuary for Sandro to completely drop his on screen persona and recuperate from the violent car crash he had subjected his body to the night prior.
As the girls immediately began unpacking their overnight bags and getting comfortable, Sandro collapsed onto the massive, plush living room sofa. He didn't even have a second to ice his bruised chest before his pocket began to violently vibrate.
Sandro pulled out his device, the brand new Apple iPhone 2. It was the latest flagship smartphone developed entirely much faster due to being backed by his family company, Nexum Core.
The device had just been officially released to the public weeks prior, completely revolutionizing the global mobile market with its unparalleled processing speed, edge to edge retina display, and flawless user interface.
The phone had instantly become an absolute worldwide craze, flying off the shelves faster than the factories could produce them, driving Nexum Core's quarterly revenue into the stratosphere and entirely cementing the family status as a legitimate real world billionaires even further.
The bright OLED screen lit up with an incoming WhatsApp video call. The caller ID flashed, Xavier Woods.
Sandro smiled, swiped the screen to accept the call, and leaned the phone against a decorative pillow on the coffee table.
"Tell me the good news, Woods," Sandro greeted, his voice raspy but entirely enthusiastic.
On the screen, Xavier Woods was practically vibrating with pure, unadulterated electric energy. He was pacing around the backstage locker room area of the arena in Orlando, holding his phone up high.
"Sandro, man, you are a literal genius!" Woods laughed, his eyes wide with absolute excitement. "We just got out of the production meeting with Vince. E, Kofi, and I pitched the exact presentation we mapped out last night. The neon colors, the clapping, the Power of Positivity... everything!"
"And?" Sandro prompted, entirely knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.
"He gave us the absolute greenlight, man!" Woods cheered loudly, causing Kofi Kingston and Big E to pop into the video frame, both sporting massive, triumphant grins. "At first, he was looking at us like we were completely crazy, but then we showed him the promo structure. We showed him how it would actively generate heat from the smart marks while selling mountains of merchandise to the kids. He completely saw the vision! It also didn't hurt that we casually mentioned that the God King himself helped us brainstorm the new direction."
Sandro chuckled, adjusting his iced ribs. "I told you. Vince respects the creative process, but he respects the dollar above everything else. A fresh, highly marketable idea with a proven tag team pedigree is a license to print money."
For the next two hours, the billionaire prodigy remained entirely locked onto the WhatsApp call, meticulously helping the newly formed trio straighten out the exact nuances of their debut promo for that night.
He gave them specific cues on when to pause for crowd reactions, how to entirely ignore the boos with toxic positivity, and how to flawlessly transition from their comedic antics directly into absolute, ruthless in ring aggression.
Furthermore, Sandro completely leveraged his immense backstage political power and Nexum Core media connections to fast track their production assets. He made three quick phone calls to the WWE television truck and the music department.
Within ninety minutes, a brand new, highly energetic, funk fusion entrance theme had been completely mixed and mastered. Sandro personally directed the audio engineers on exactly how the heavy bassline and the upbeat vocals should sound, ensuring the track was incredibly catchy but intentionally repetitive enough to actively annoy their opponents, just like how in the past life is with Big E's voice as the opening.
By the time the call finally ended, Woods, Big E, and Kofi were entirely armed with a flawless creative roadmap.
"Alright, boys. Go out there and change the industry tonight," Sandro smiled before ending the call.
As he set the iPhone 2 down, the delicious, savory smell of a massive home cooked meal completely filled the penthouse. AJ, Nikki, and Alexa walked into the living room carrying silver platters loaded with a massive, high protein brunch. There were towering stacks of buttermilk pancakes, a highly appropriate, subtle nod to the New Day's future gimmick, alongside scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and fresh fruit.
The four of them sat together on the massive sofa, eating, laughing, and entirely enjoying the rare, incredibly peaceful downtime. The afternoon slowly drifted into the evening, the bright Florida sun setting over the bay, casting a beautiful orange and purple glow across the penthouse.
But as the clock struck eight o'clock, the peaceful atmosphere was instantly replaced by the familiar, electric anticipation of sports entertainment.
Monday Night RAW Goes Live
Sandro picked up the remote and turned on the massive eighty five inch screen television mounted on the living room wall.
The broadcast was live from the Amway Center in Orlando, the exact same stadium that had hosted the chaotic wreckage of the Extreme Rules Pay Per View just twenty four hours prior.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The television speakers violently rattled as massive, blinding pyrotechnics exploded across the massive entrance stage! The camera aggressively panned across the sold out arena, capturing the sheer, unmitigated frenzy of twenty thousand screaming fans.
The audience was entirely unhinged, aggressively waving thousands of homemade signs. The broadcast perfectly captured several neon painted signs reading, "THE EMPIRE HAS FALLEN," "THANK YOU BIG SHOW," and "THE GOD KING IS DEAD."
The camera immediately cut to the ringside commentary desk, where Michael Cole, Jerry "The King" Lawler, and JBL were seated, dressed in sharp suits and wearing their headsets.
"Welcome, everyone, to Monday Night RAW!" Cole shouted, his voice still slightly hoarse from the screaming he had done the night before. "We are live from Orlando, Florida, and ladies and gentlemen, the entire landscape of the WWE has been fundamentally, permanently altered! I am Michael Cole, alongside Jerry 'The King' Lawler and JBL, and what an absolute, historic night we witnessed yesterday at Extreme Rules!"
"I am still completely buzzing, Michael!" Lawler cheered wildly, a massive grin plastered across his face. "I honestly didn't think I would live to see the day, but it finally happened! The God King has been entirely dethroned! The Triple Crown Champion era is officially dead, and the Big Show has completely liberated the United States Championship from the toxic clutches of Sandro!"
"It was absolute poetic justice, King!" Cole added enthusiastically. "Sandro Zhang has ruled this company with an iron fist, utilizing his money, his lawyers, and his massive numbers advantage to completely hold the gold hostage. But last night, his own hubris finally caught up to him!"
At the end of the desk, JBL looked like a man who had just watched his beloved childhood home burn entirely to the ground. His face was bright red, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful.
"You two are absolutely disgusting!" JBL roared, aggressively pointing his pen at his broadcast partners. "You are sitting here actively celebrating a complete and total travesty of justice! Sandro Zhang was robbed! He was entirely betrayed by a trio of ungrateful, backstabbing idiots!"
"Oh, come on, John," Lawler laughed. "Big E, Kofi, and Woods aren't idiots! They finally woke up and realized they were being entirely used!"
"They are absolute traitors!" JBL shrieked, completely losing his temper on live television. "Sandro gave them everything! He took them out of obscurity! He gave them championship gold! He brought them up to the absolute top of the main roster, and this is how they repay him?! They completely followed in the footsteps of that massive idiot, Drew McIntyre! They bit the hand that fed them, and they completely ruined a historic, 376 day reign!"
"They didn't ruin anything, JBL!" Cole fired back, entirely refusing to back down. "Big E, Kofi, and Woods are incredibly smart men. They realized that what Sandro was doing to them was completely, fundamentally wrong. They were tired of being treated like disposable human shields. They stepped up, they broke the chains, and they completely delivered Sandro his rightful karma for a solid year of physical and mental abuse!"
"The God King isn't going to take this lying down!" JBL warned them, his voice dropping into a dark, entirely serious tone. "You two are entirely forgetting one massive, undeniable fact. Yes, he lost the United States Championship. Yes, the Undisputed System lost the Divas title. But Sandro is still the WWE Champion! He is still the World Heavyweight Champion! You just backed a billionaire sociopath completely into a corner. When he finally heals up and returns to this company, the sheer vengeance he is going to unleash on the Big Show, Drew McIntyre, and those three traitors will be absolutely biblical!"
The commentators continued to fiercely debate the catastrophic fallout of the Pay Per View, actively building the tension and entirely questioning what the wounded, entirely unpredictable God King would do next.
But their debate was suddenly, violently interrupted.
"WEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL... IT'S THE BIG SHOW!"
The heavy, incredibly rhythmic, booming bassline of the giant's entrance theme completely hijacked the arena audio feed!
The Orlando crowd absolutely fundamentally exploded!
It was a deafening, sustained roar of pure, unfiltered adulation.
"Listen to this ovation!" Cole yelled over the sheer noise.
Stepping out from behind the heavy black curtains, dressed in his signature black wrestling singlet, was the World's Largest Athlete.
He was limping slightly, his massive chest still covered in dark purple bruises and nasty red welts from the brutal Kendo stick shots he had absorbed the night prior.
But despite the physical trauma, he was absolutely glowing.
Draped entirely over his massive left shoulder, gleaming beautifully under the arena spotlights, was the WWE United States Championship.
The Big Show stopped at the top of the ramp, letting out a massive, triumphant roar, entirely soaking in the absolute love and respect of the WWE Universe.
Justin Roberts stood in the center of the ring, raising his microphone high. "Ladies and gentlemen... please welcome... the NEWWWWW WWE United States Champion... The World's Largest Athlete... The BIGGG SHOWWWW!"
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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