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"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."
He stepped up the steel stairs and entered the ring, laying the two contracts carefully on the table before looking out into the roaring crowd.
"And speaking of results," he continued, "two teams, two challengers, and one faction have proven themselves worthy. Therefore, it is my duty, no, my honor, to make these matches official for Over The Limit."
The crowd roared in anticipation, knowing what was coming next.
Heyman raised his hand, signaling toward the stage. "So without further ado, allow me to introduce first, the challengers for the World Tag Team Championship and Divas Championship… BIG E and RYBACK, AL9NSGIDE ALEXA BLISS, THE UNDISPUTED SYSTEM!"
The arena instantly exploded in a very loud boos as the Undisputed System's SHOCK THE SYSTEMS blared through the speaker, as lights flickered off, and then the lights turned gold, as the entrance theme thundered through the speakers.
Big E and Ryback emerged first at the entrance stage, followed by Alexa Bliss, and then from behind them come out Sandro with his United States title, then Kofi Kingston, Wade Barret, and Drew McIntyre.
Cole shouted over the noise, "Here they come! The most dominant faction on RAW today!"
Lawler added, "Everywhere they go, they leave destruction behind, Cole. This contract signing might not end well!"
As the group climbed into the ring, Heyman greeted them with a polite but cautious nod. Alexa leaned over the table, glancing at the contracts as Big E and Ryback loomed behind her. While Sandro, Kofi, Wade, and Drew stood further behind, leaning their back at the ropes.
The lights dimmed slightly as Heyman turned toward the ramp once more. "And now… their opponents, the reigning World Tag Team Champions… CRYME THYME!"
After that, immediately the entrance music of Cryme Tyme hit through the speakers. The familiar beat of "Bringin' Da Hood to You" pulsed through the air. The fans erupted, chanting "Money, money! Yeah, yeah!" as JTG and Shad Gaspard stepped out from the curtain, each man proudly holding their World Tag Team Championships high in the air.
The titles gleamed under the arena lights, a testament to their hard work and unity. The noise was deafening, waves of cheers rolling through the crowd as the fan-favorite duo stood tall on the stage, soaking in the love.
Cole's voice boomed with excitement. "Here come the World Tag Team Champions! Cryme Tyme have finally become tag team champions couple of weeks ago, and tonight, they walk into a lion's den surrounded by the Undisputed System!"
Lawler added, "You can say that again, Cole. Look at the numbers game, Sandro, Barrett, Kofi, Drew… Big E and Ryback. That's six on two! I just hope JTG and Shad keep their cool tonight."
Cryme Tyme slapped hands with fans as they made their way down the ramp, their energy infectious. Shad pointed straight at Big E and Ryback, smirking confidently, while JTG leaned into the camera and shouted, "Brooklyn's in the house, baby!"
As Cryme Tyme began their walk down the ramp, the camera panned across their faces, JTG grinning confidently, his energy infectious, while Shad's expression was calm but serious, his eyes locked on the ring ahead where the Undisputed System waited.
The memory of what happened two weeks ago, the ambush, the humiliation, still burned hot in their minds. The scars of that night weren't physical, they were personal.
When they stepped into the ring, both men stood across from Big E and Ryback, the tension palpable. Their muscles tensed, eyes locked, as if any second could erupt into chaos. Heyman, sensing the hostility, quickly raised his hands. "Gentlemen, please! Let's keep this professional!"
As they neared the ring, JTG slapped hands with the fans along the barricade while Shad exchanged handshakes, their bond with the audience clear. Every fan they touched seemed to shout louder, fueling their confidence. When they reached ringside, both men paused, staring up at the ring where their rivals stood. Sandro smirked, his United States Championship glinting across his shoulder, while Drew and Wade leaned casually against the ropes, mocking applause directed their way.
Big E cracked his neck, flexing his massive arms, and Ryback let out a low growl — an intimidation tactic that didn't faze the champions one bit. Alexa Bliss stood front and center beside them, her smug smile sharp as a dagger, hands resting on her hips.
Cryme Tyme entered the ring together, moving with purpose. They took their side opposite the Undisputed System, the tension instantly thickening. The air felt electric — two forces standing eye to eye, past wounds lingering between them. Shad placed a hand on JTG's shoulder, a silent reminder to keep calm, not to act rashly.
Heyman, ever the orchestrator, stepped in quickly before things could spark off. "Gentlemen, gentlemen," he said, his voice carrying over the crowd noise, "let's remember what we're here for. This is an official contract signing. We are not here for chaos, we are here for business."
The two teams stared each other down. Big E and Ryback tensed up, clearly itching for a fight, while Cryme Tyme glared daggers, their fists clenched tight. Heyman sensed it, one wrong move and the entire ring would explode.
"Now," Heyman continued smoothly, adjusting his tie, "before we proceed, there's still one person who needs to join us."
He turned toward the ramp and raised his microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced grandly, "the reigning WWE Divas Champion… KELLY KELLY!"
The arena lights turned pink and silver as the crowd erupted into cheers. Kelly Kelly's entrance theme hit, and the fans were on their feet. The Divas Champion emerged from behind the curtain, radiant and confident, the Divas Championship gleaming around her waist. She smiled brightly, waving to her fans on both sides of the ramp, her energy uplifting the entire atmosphere.
Cole's voice rang out over the cheers. "Here comes the Divas Champion! Kelly Kelly, one of the most resilient competitors on the roster today!"
"And she'll need every ounce of that resilience, Cole," Lawler replied. "Because standing across from her tonight… is Alexa Bliss. That woman doesn't play fair."
Kelly made her way down the ramp, high fiving fans with genuine warmth before climbing up the steel steps. As she entered the ring, her expression hardened.
The smile faded, replaced by fierce determination as she locked eyes with Alexa Bliss. The two women stood face to face, neither blinking. Alexa tilted her head with a sly grin, mouthing something only Kelly could hear, and Kelly's jaw tightened.
Heyman raised his hands to restore order. "Alright, everyone," he said firmly. "Let's keep this civil. I'll remind all of you, especially you, Sandro, that this is an official contract signing. If chaos breaks out, there will be consequences. Is that clear?"
He looked around the ring, his gaze landing pointedly on the Undisputed System. Big E, Ryback, and Alexa gave small nods, while Kelly, JTG, and Shad nodded as well, their focus unwavering.
Then, from the back of the group, Sandro chuckled softly, raising his microphone. "Oh, Paul," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You have my word. We're only here as support. Me, Drew, Wade, and Kofi, we'll just be watching. Nothing more."
The crowd booed immediately, knowing better than to trust Sandro's words. Cole's disbelief was palpable. "Oh, come on! You really think anyone believes that? This is Sandro we're talking about, the master manipulator!"
Lawler added, "Yeah, Cole, if Sandro says he's just going to watch, you can bet your last dollar something's up."
Heyman, visibly annoyed but keeping composed, nodded curtly. "Good," he said. "Then let's get to it."
He gestured toward the table, where two sets of contracts lay waiting. "In front of you are the official contracts for your matches at Over The Limit. Once you sign them, your matches will be made official, the World Tag Team Championship and the Divas Championship."
He paused, looking around at both sides. "Before we begin, does anyone have something they'd like to say?"
JTG reached for a microphone resting on the table, spinning it lightly in his hand before raising it to his lips. "Yeah, actually," he said, his tone calm but firm. "I got something to say."
The crowd leaned in, hanging on every word.
JTG stepped forward, standing tall beside Shad. "You see, for weeks now, the Undisputed System's been running around thinking they own this place. You jump people, you talk about domination, you talk about taking over. But here's the thing, Cryme Tyme doesn't back down. We don't run, we don't hide, and we sure as hell don't fear any of you."
The crowd roared in support.
He pointed across the table toward Big E and Ryback. "At Over The Limit, it's just the two of you. No Sandro. No Drew. No Wade. No Kofi. No tricks. Just us and you, in the middle of that ring, fighting for these." He held up his Tag Team Championship belt. "And when it's over, when that bell rings, Cryme Tyme's still walking out with the gold. Bet on that."
Shad nodded, placing his hand on JTG's shoulder before leaning into the mic. "You see, Big E, Ryback, we've been through hell to get here. You think we're gonna just let some muscle bound hitmen take what we fought for? Nah. You can bring all your strength, all your power, but we've got heart, and that's something you can't train for."
The fans chanted, "Cryme Tyme! Cryme Tyme!" as both men signed their names on the contracts with confident strokes.
Big E and Ryback remained silent through the speech, exchanging a glance before each man stepped forward. Ryback grabbed the mic, his voice low and menacing. "You done talkin'?" he growled. "Because at Over The Limit, talkin' won't save you. Pain will."
Big E added with a grin, "We don't need to talk, we demonstrate." He slammed his signature on the contract with force, the paper fluttering slightly from the impact. Ryback followed suit, signing his name in thick, deliberate strokes.
The tension thickened again, but Heyman swiftly moved to the next part. "And now," he said, turning toward Alexa Bliss and Kelly Kelly, "the Divas Championship match."
Alexa reached out, snatching the mic from Heyman with a playful smile. "Oh, I've been waiting for this," she said. Her voice was sugarcoated venom. "Kelly, I hope you're enjoying that title, because you've got, what, two weeks left with it? Maybe less. Over The Limit is coming, sweetheart, and I'm taking what's mine. You? You can go back to posing for the cameras and smiling for your little fans. You don't belong in the same ring as me."
The crowd booed her mercilessly, but Alexa relished it, flipping her hair arrogantly. "You're a Barbie doll pretending to be a champion. The fact that you ever held that title is a disgrace to this division."
Kelly's eyes narrowed. She calmly took the mic from the table, her expression cold and composed. "You can talk all you want, Alexa," she said, her voice steady. "You can insult me, mock me, do whatever you think makes you look tough. But at Over The Limit, I'm not just going to prove why I'm the Divas Champion, I'm going to show everyone exactly why you'll never be."
The crowd exploded with cheers.
Kelly placed the mic down and signed her name on the contract with determination. Alexa rolled her eyes, then signed hers with an exaggerated flourish, glaring at Kelly the entire time.
Heyman, visibly relieved that things had gone relatively smoothly, collected both signed contracts. "Well," he said, raising them in both hands, "it's official. The matches are set! At Over The Limit, Big E and Ryback will challenge Cryme Tyme for the World Tag Team Championships, and Alexa Bliss will challenge Kelly Kelly for the Divas Championship!"
Heyman smiled faintly, clearly eager to wrap things up before the inevitable happened. He stepped back toward the ropes. "That concludes our contract signing, and I—"
He never got to finish his sentence.
Without warning, Big E and Ryback flipped the table over violently, the heavy wooden surface crashing forward into JTG and Shad. The two champions were caught off guard, the edge of the table slamming into their midsections and knocking them backward onto the mat. The crowd gasped in shock as chaos erupted instantly.
Kelly Kelly barely dodged the falling table, stumbling back, but Alexa was on her in an instant. The challenger pounced, tackling Kelly to the ground and raining down forearms. The Divas Champion struggled to block the blows, hair flying as Alexa screamed in fury.
"Here we go! I knew it!" Cole shouted over the chaos. "The Undisputed System strikes again!"
Big E and Ryback wasted no time. They hauled JTG and Shad up and started beating them down in the corners, delivering brutal body shots. Ryback smashed JTG's head against the turnbuckle repeatedly, shouting, "Feed me more!" as the crowd booed loudly.
Shad tried to fight back against Big E, throwing heavy punches to the ribs, but Big E absorbed them and responded with a thunderous clothesline that flattened him.
Alexa meanwhile grabbed Kelly by the hair and slammed her face into the mat, smirking as she stood over her fallen rival. "You're not ready for me, Barbie," she sneered, wiping her hands like the fight was already over.
Sandro stood near the ropes with Drew, Wade, and Kofi, watching it all unfold. None of them stepped in, they didn't need to. Their soldiers were doing the work for them. Sandro smirked, folding his arms across his chest. "Just support, huh?" Lawler muttered sarcastically from commentary.
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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