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But the biggest thread of conversation tied it all together, the dominance of the Undisputed System. With Sandro holding the United States Championship, Big E and Ryback now the number one contenders for the World Tag Team Titles, and Alexa Bliss on track for a Divas Championship shot, it felt like the faction was on the verge of total takeover. The only title left out of their reach was the WWE Championship, currently held by John Cena.
Fans speculated endlessly, how long before Sandro decided to go after Cena himself? Some even speculated that Heyman, now the GM, might secretly favor the Undisputed System, setting the stage for a storyline power struggle with Vince himself.
As social media buzzed and sports outlets picked up on the frenzy, the days passed quickly. By the next morning, Sandro and his crew were already moving on with their lives, but always with one eye on the next conquest.
After breakfast at the Sandro's apartment in Tampa, Sandro, Alexa, and Nikki, boarded a flight back to Florida. They were back to their usual training routine, boxing, kickboxing, and MMA drills alongside April who was already waiting there.
It was a strange mix of worlds, the bright lights of WWE on one side and the quiet focus of a fighter's gym on the other. But that balance was what kept Sandro sharp. Every punch, every strike was part of his discipline.
April teased him often during sparring sessions, saying, "You may be the United States Champion, but you still drop your guard too much." Sandro laughed it off, but she wasn't wrong.
Outside of training, Sandro's attention turned to business. Each afternoon, he'd make calls to his financial advisor, Hugo, to check on his portfolio and various projects.
One of their latest discussions revolved around the social media platform Hugo had been researching for weeks, Instagram. Sandro had mentioned it to him before, recalling its explosive rise from his knowledge of the future. Hugo's voice on the other end of the line was optimistic. "We're getting closer," he said. "I've spoken to a few tech investors who know the developers. It's still in the early stages, but there's serious buzz."
Sandro leaned back in his chair, nodding. "Good. Keep digging. If we can get in early, even a small stake could pay off huge down the road."
"Understood," Hugo replied. "Also, your other investments are doing well. The entertainment and real estate sectors are steady. No losses to report."
"Perfect. Oh, and one more thing," Sandro said, his voice thoughtful. "Take a look at Netflix. See if there's any movement. I want to know if it's time to take a slice of that cake."
"Yes," Sandro said, his tone steady. "They're going to be massive soon. It's only a matter of time before the world shifts from cable to streaming. When that happens, Netflix will be at the top."
Hugo hummed thoughtfully. "Alright. I'll start analyzing their current valuation and potential entry points. If there's an opportunity to take a slice of that cake, we'll grab it before anyone else does."
Sandro's lips curved slightly. "That's what I like to hear. Keep me posted."
When the call ended, Sandro set his phone down and exhaled. The business side of his life gave him the same kind of rush the wrestling ring did. In one world, he fought for gold. In the other, he fought for legacy.
Later that evening, Sandro took time to call his parents. His father, Jack, picked up, his voice cheerful but weary from the day's work. "Son! I saw the clips from last night. You've certainly stirred the pot again."
Sandro chuckled. "It's all part of the plan, Dad. People may hate me, but they'll never forget me. How's Nexum Core doing?" He asked while sipping a protein shake.
His father laughed. "Spoken like a true businessman. Speaking of business, Nexum Core's been doing great. Several of Marvel's latest film projects are moving smoothly as well."
"Good to hear," Sandro replied. "Keep your eyes open for what Disney's doing, Dad. They've been buying up properties. They're positioning themselves to dominate the industry. We'll need to adapt fast."
Jack hummed in thought. "Interesting you mention that. I've been hearing talk about this 'streaming' thing, like a digital movie platform. That the future?"
"Absolutely," Sandro said firmly. "Netflix could be the key. Imagine releasing our films straight to a platform like that, instead of just theaters. Control distribution, data, everything. That's where it's heading."
Jack's tone turned thoughtful. "Netflix, huh? I've heard of them. A small company now, mostly renting DVDs online, right?"
"For now," Sandro replied, smiling faintly. "But soon they'll dominate the entertainment world. Imagine this, after the Marvel movies finish their theatrical run, what if Disney had their own streaming service to host them? Exclusive access, millions of subscribers paying monthly. That's the future, Dad. And we can do the same."
Jack laughed, proud. "You've always been ahead of the curve, son. We'll look into it."
They talked for another hour about film development, corporate opportunities, and Sandro's plans for expanding Nexum Core's entertainment branch. It wasn't just about money for him, it was about control, influence, and legacy, the same things that drove him in the wrestling world.
By the end of the week, the dust from RAW had finally begun to settle. News outlets ran stories about the episode's record breaking ratings, largely credited to the Undisputed System's chaos.
WWE.com featured a full page article titled "The Undisputed System Takeover?" complete with photos of Sandro raising his United States Championship, Alexa standing tall after her win, and Big E alongside Ryback dominant win against the Usos.
WWE.com also released an exclusive interview with Paul Heyman, confirming that his act as General Manager for now would be to "restore order" and "deal personally with the Undisputed System."
Meanwhile, on Sunday, WWE's official Twitter account sent the entire wrestling world into a frenzy. At precisely noon Eastern Time, a post went up from the verified @WWE account that read.
"Tomorrow night on Monday Night RAW, General Manager Paul Heyman will officiate the signing of TWO championship match contracts, for the World Tag Team Titles and the Divas Championship, both set for Over The Limit! GM Heyman assures fans that the contract signing will go smoothly. #MondayNightRaw #ContractSigning"
Within minutes, Twitter exploded. Fans flooded the replies, quote-tweeting, and speculating about what this could mean. For many, it was proof that Heyman wasn't wasting time in his new role, he was already making big moves. But for others, the announcement felt suspiciously convenient.
"Heyman's moving fast," one fan tweeted. "Almost too fast. Is he cutting a secret deal with Sandro behind the scenes?"
Some fans replied. "Nah, Heyman's too smart to be anyone's puppet. This man's playing his own game. You just wait, Vince won't like this one bit."
Another wrote. "There's still two weeks before Over The Limit! Why rush the contract signing unless something's going on?"
Speculation ran wild that Heyman might secretly be upholding his end of a deal with Sandro Zhang, a bargain struck behind closed doors that had quietly benefited the Undisputed System.
Twitter threads, fan podcasts, and wrestling forums buzzed through the night. Everyone agreed on one thing, tomorrow's RAW was going to be chaotic.
It wasn't just any contract signing, it was two at the same time. And if wrestling history had taught the WWE Universe anything, it was that no contract signing ever went "smoothly." Adding the Undisputed System into the mix guaranteed mayhem.
Fans began making jokes online. "Two contract signings + Undisputed System = guaranteed table broken."
The next night, Monday Night RAW emanated from Fresno, California. The Save Mart Center was completely packed, fans from all over the U.S. and even a few international travelers filling every seat. The air was electric, anticipation mixed with a little bit of dread.
As the pyro exploded across the stage and the RAW theme blared through the arena speakers, Michael Cole's voice rang out with excitement.
"Welcome everyone to Monday Night RAW! We are LIVE from Fresno, California, and tonight promises to be one of the most explosive nights in recent memory!"
Jerry "The King" Lawler grinned from the commentary table. "That's right, Cole! Two contract signings tonight, both involving the Undisputed System, this could be absolute chaos!"
Cole nodded, adding, "Not to mention, General Manager Paul Heyman has promised that things will go smoothly tonight. But if history has taught us anything, that's easier said than done when Sandro Zhang and his crew are involved!"
The crowd buzzed with energy as the camera panned around the packed arena, signs everywhere reading "Undisputed Chaos," "Heyman = Trouble," "Sandro 4 Ever," and "Cena's Next!"
Then, suddenly, the titantron flickered to life, showing the inside of Paul Heyman's office. The fans reacted instantly, cheering and booing at the same time as the camera focused on Heyman seated at his desk, reviewing documents. He looked every bit the part of a confident, calculating executive, suit crisp, eyes sharp, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
But that smirk disappeared the moment the office door swung open and in walked Vince McMahon.
The audience erupted in surprise. The Chairman himself had arrived, unannounced.
Heyman immediately stood, caught off guard. "Mr. McMahon! No one informed me you were coming to the show tonight!"
Vince stepped closer, his expression unreadable, voice low but firm. "That's because I wasn't planning to be here, Paul. Not until I saw that," he said, jabbing a finger toward the monitor on Heyman's desk, where the WWE Twitter announcement was still open. "Care to explain what the hell you were thinking?"
Heyman blinked, his professional calm barely cracking. "If you're referring to the contract signings, sir, I'm simply doing my job. The Undisputed System earned their opportunities. They've held up their end of the bargain, and now I'm holding up mine."
Vince's eyes narrowed. "Oh, is that so? You rewarded them this quickly? You should've found another way to slow them down, Paul! The last thing this company needs is more power in Sandro Zhang's hands!"
The crowd could be heard booing faintly at Vince's words, not necessarily out of love for Sandro, but because of the arrogance in his tone.
"And another thing," Vince continued, voice rising. "Why in the hell are the challengers the Usos and Nikki Bella? Why not pick from the top stars? Why not shake things up?"
Lawler reacted instantly from commentary. "Oh boy, here we go…"
Cole shook his head. "I get Mr. McMahon's frustration, but come on, what's wrong with the Usos and Nikki Bella? They earned those opportunities fair and square!"
Back in the office, Heyman's jaw tightened. He clasped his hands behind his back, speaking calmly but firmly. "With all due respect, Mr. McMahon, I am a man of my word. The Undisputed System won their matches, and the Usos and Nikki Bella earned their positions. Both are deserving competitors. I will not undermine the integrity of this brand by changing the rules mid game."
The tension in the room was palpable. The crowd was hanging on every word, sensing a power struggle brewing right before their eyes.
Vince stared at Heyman, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You'd better hope you know what you're doing, pal. Because if this little stunt of yours blows up in your face, your tenure as RAW General Manager could be very short lived."
And with that, Vince turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Heyman standing in silence, his face expressionless but his eyes dark.
The camera lingered on him for a few seconds before the titantron faded to black. The fans buzzed with excitement.
Cole spoke immediately. "Whoa… that was tense, King! Vince McMahon clearly doesn't trust Paul Heyman's methods!"
Lawler nodded. "I don't blame him, Cole. When you've got Sandro Zhang and the Undisputed System involved, nothing ever goes according to plan."
The night continued with a stacked lineup of matches and backstage segments, but the looming shadow of the double contract signing dominated every conversation. Interviews with superstars throughout the night hinted at the unease backstage. Some praised Heyman for restoring structure, while others whispered that he was already losing control.
As the main event approached, the ring crew began setting up the scene—one large table in the center of the ring, flanked by three chairs on each side. Two championship contracts lay neatly on top, placed side by side, each bearing the official RAW seal.
The fans buzzed louder and louder as the stage was finally set.
And then, that familiar menacing voice echoed through the arena.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… MY NAME IS PAUL HEYMAN!"
The Fresno crowd erupted in cheers and boos alike. Heyman emerged from the curtain, holding both contracts in one hand and a microphone in the other. His trademark smirk had returned, full of confidence and arrogance.
Cole's voice cut through the noise. "Here we go! The man who's promised order, structure, and discipline, RAW General Manager Paul Heyman!"
Heyman walked down the ramp with that slow, deliberate stride, pausing halfway to soak in the reaction. He adjusted his tie, raised the mic, and began speaking as he approached the ring.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice slick and commanding, "tonight is not just another night on RAW. Tonight marks the beginning of a new era, an era of accountability. Under my management, chaos will no longer dictate this show. Instead, results will."
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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, & 1x WWE United States Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0