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The Divas Champion walked out, Divas Title draped elegantly over her shoulder. She smiled at the roaring crowd, confidence radiating in every step. The trio met at the top of the stage, exchanged quick nods, and began walking down the ramp together. It was a powerful image, three champions, side by side, united by the chaos they had survived two weeks prior.
"Look at this!" Lawler exclaimed. "Cryme Tyme and Kelly Kelly together! They've got something to say tonight, no doubt about it!"
They entered the ring to a standing ovation. Kelly climbed onto the second rope, raising her title high, while JTG and Shad each mounted the turnbuckles, holding their belts aloft. The cameras flashed as the Detroit crowd chanted their names.
Cole called it like a proud broadcaster. "This is what you love to see, champions standing tall, refusing to back down despite the odds stacked against them."
Lawler grinned. "And you just know the Undisputed System is watching this right now. I bet Sandro's not happy about this image, Cole."
JTG dropped down and accepted a microphone from the ringside crew, handing another to Shad and then one to Kelly. The three stood shoulder to shoulder in the center of the ring, soaking in the cheers before JTG lifted his mic.
JTG was the first to speak, pacing slightly. "Two weeks ago, we got jumped. We got ambushed. We got disrespected. But the one thing we didn't get was broken." He gestured to the crowd. "Nah, we're still here. Still holdin' these titles, still fightin'."
Shad added, "They thought they could make an example outta us. But what they really did was make us hungrier. Because at Over The Limit, Big E and Ryback are gonna find out the hard way, you can break tables, but you can't break Cryme Tyme."
The crowd roared in approval.
Kelly raised her mic next, her voice steady but fiery. "And Alexa, you wanted to make it personal? Congratulations, you did. You can talk about ending my reign all you want, but come Over The Limit, I'm gonna show you why I'm still the Divas Champion. You'll see the difference between talking tough and being a champion."
The fans exploded in cheers again, chanting "KELLY! KELLY!" as she lifted her title high. The trio stood united, the energy in the arena surging.
Cole said with excitement, "Cryme Tyme and Kelly Kelly sending a message loud and clear to the Undisputed System!"
Lawler replied, "You can feel it, Cole. These three are fired up and ready for war this Saturday!"
JTG then brought the mic back to his lips, pacing in front of Kelly and Shad as the crowd began to settle down from their earlier cheer. His tone shifted, not cocky or playful this time, but serious, cutting through the noise of the arena.
"You know," he began, eyes narrowing toward the camera as if he was staring directly through the lens at the Undisputed System backstage, "we've seen the way y'all like to handle business. You love the numbers game, huh? Always got someone in the corner, someone ready to distract the ref, someone ready to take a cheap shot when nobody's lookin'."
The crowd immediately started booing at the mention, everyone knowing exactly what JTG meant, the ambush, the sneak attacks, the underhanded tactics that had become the Undisputed System's trademark.
JTG smirked faintly. "But see, we ain't stupid. We know your game now. And we ain't playin' the rules fair no more, we're playin' it the same as what you guys done."
He turned to Shad and Kelly, both nodding firmly, sharing that same fire in their eyes. Then JTG raised his hand toward Kelly, his voice lifting with intensity.
"So here's what's gonna happen, Sandro. Since y'all like to bring friends to the fight, we're gonna do the same. At Over The Limit, when Kelly defends that Divas Championship against Alexa Bliss, Cryme Tyme's gonna be right there, in her corner, watchin' her back."
The Detroit crowd erupted in cheers. The sound was deafening. People stood, pointing toward the ring, clapping, chanting Kelly's name again. "KELLY! KELLY! KELLY!"
Kelly smiled brightly at the support, nodding in thanks to the fans. But JTG wasn't done. He turned, eyes sharp, and jabbed his finger toward the stage.
"And when me and Shad defend the World Tag Team Championships against Big E and Ryback, guess who's gonna be in our corner?"
He gestured toward Kelly, who raised her title high in the air as the crowd blew the roof off the arena with another thunderous ovation.
"That's right," JTG continued, pacing again, voice pulsing with rhythm. "Kelly Kelly's gonna be right there with us. So when y'all start playin' your little distraction games, just know, we got eyes on every single move you make."
Shad leaned into his mic, his deep voice booming over the cheers. "You wanna make it unfair? Fine. But now the playing field's a bit even. You mess with one of us… you mess with all of us."
Cole's voice came through commentary with pure excitement. "That's huge, King! That's a massive announcement! Cryme Tyme and Kelly Kelly are uniting, they're going to have each other's backs at Over The Limit!"
Lawler practically laughed over him, the grin audible in his voice. "Oh, Sandro's gonna hate this, Cole! The Undisputed System won't be able to pull their usual tricks with this setup!"
Back in the ring, Kelly lifted her microphone again, her tone softer now but full of resolve. "We're stronger together. Every time they try to take us down, we come back stronger. So Alexa, Big E, Ryback, tell your boss Sandro that this Saturday, there's no running, no hiding, no sneak attacks. Just us… and the fight we've been waiting for."
The fans once again cheered so loud the floor practically trembled. It was a moment of unity, of defiance, three champions standing together not just as individuals, but as a unit ready for war.
But just as the cheers reached their peak —
"Ladies and gentlemen… my name… is Paul Heyman!"
The moment the opening of his theme hit, the reaction was immediate, a thunderous mix of cheers and boos, equal parts respect and controversy. The crowd rose as one, unsure what to expect from the calculating General Manager of RAW.
Cole reacted instantly. "Oh my! The General Manager is here!"
Lawler's tone dripped with intrigue. "Oh, this just got a whole lot more interesting, Cole."
Heyman walked out onto the stage, his trademark confident smirk in place, microphone already in hand. He paused for just a second, soaking in the divided crowd, some chanting "ECW! ECW!" while others booed him relentlessly. Then, raising the mic, he said sharply.
"Cut the music."
The theme faded, and the arena hushed. Heyman looked toward the ring, toward the trio of champions, and for once, there was no sarcasm in his tone.
"You three," he said, gesturing toward Cryme Tyme and Kelly Kelly, "don't need to worry about the Undisputed System playing their games at Over The Limit. Because I will be there, in your corner, personally ensuring that every single match, both of them, is fair, just, and free of interference."
The crowd gasped audibly. It was a rare, shocking declaration. Heyman had never been known as a man to openly take sides. Cole's reaction came immediately.
"What?! Did I just hear that right, King? Paul Heyman, the General Manager, is going to be in their corner?!"
Lawler practically exploded in excitement. "I can't believe it either, Cole! For once, Heyman's actually standing up for fairness! This could change everything!"
In the ring, JTG's mouth hung slightly open in surprise. Shad exchanged glances with Kelly, who covered her mouth in disbelief before lowering her mic with a smile that said everything. The three of them nodded in gratitude toward Heyman, who gave a curt nod back, his expression serious.
Kelly lifted her mic again, her tone warm. "Thank you, Mr. Heyman. Really. That means a lot, to all of us."
The fans cheered, this time with genuine appreciation for the decision. It wasn't often Heyman earned cheers, but tonight, in this rare moment, he did.
Cole's voice matched the fans' energy. "This is incredible! Paul Heyman, standing up against the Undisputed System's manipulation, guaranteeing a fair fight!"
But before the moment could settle, the titantron flickered.
The cheers turned instantly into loud, thunderous boos as the Undisputed System appeared on-screen. Sandro Zhang stood front and center, the United States Championship resting arrogantly on his shoulder. Behind him loomed Wade Barret, Drew McIntyre, Big E, Ryback, Alexa Bliss, and Kofi Kingston, all wearing their signature smirks of disdain.
Sandro slowly adjusted the title on his shoulder, letting the fans' hatred wash over him. He didn't even flinch. In fact, he smiled, that same cold, deliberate smile that sent chills through the arena.
"Well, isn't this precious," Sandro began, his tone dripping with mock amusement. "Paul Heyman… the great, 'impartial' General Manager of RAW… choosing to side with the champions."
The crowd erupted in boos. Sandro ignored them, continuing to speak in that steady, confident tone that made his words sting all the more.
"Typical," he sneered. "Exactly what I'd expect from people cut from the same cloth as the McMahons. Or maybe… Eric Bischoff? Vickie Guerrero? Jonathan Coachman, perhaps? Men and women who pretend to be fair… until their precious 'heroes' start losing."
The boos intensified. The fans hated the comparison, but Sandro just smiled wider, unbothered, clearly reveling in their disdain.
Heyman's expression darkened on the stage. His jaw tightened as he raised the mic again. "Watch your mouth, Sandro. Don't you eve, and I mean ever, put my name in the same breath as some of those people again."
The crowd roared in approval, chanting "HEYMAN! HEYMAN!"
Heyman continued, his voice rising. "I'm doing this because two weeks ago, after that contract signing, you orchestrated an attack. Don't take me for a fool. You expect me to believe Big E, Ryback, and Alexa acted without your say so? You might have the world fooled, Sandro, but not me."
Sandro's smirk only deepened. He laughed, a cold, humorless laugh that echoed through the arena speakers. Then, leaning closer to the camera, he said with pure arrogance, "You're damn right I orchestrated it."
A wave of boos swept across the arena like thunder.
"Yeah," Sandro continued, "I told them to do it. I told them to make a statement. And guess what? They did. They sent a message that the Undisputed System runs this place. But let's get one thing clear, that's not favoritism. That's just business. Almost every single contract signing in WWE history has ended the same way. Chaos. Violence. Statements made. You're using it as an excuse, Heyman, because deep down, you've picked your favorites. Which means you're no different than the same corrupt General Managers you just insulted."
The crowd hated every word, but the way he said it, calm, confident, and logical, only made the boos louder.
Cole said at commentary, "This is unbelievable, King. Sandro's twisting everything to make himself sound justified!"
Lawler snapped back, "That's what he does, Cole! He manipulates everything to make himself look right!"
Back on the stage, Heyman took a deep breath, his face grim. "You can say whatever you want, Sandro. Twist it however you like. But the fact remains, this Saturday, I will be ringside for both matches. And if anyone from your little 'system' interferes… if anyone causes a distraction… if I so much as see a shadow of your group near that ring, I will end the match on the spot, in favor of the champions."
The arena exploded in cheers so loud it rattled the hard cam. Fans were on their feet, chanting "YES! YES! YES!"
Cole shouted over the noise, "That's the General Manager putting his foot down! Finally, someone's standing up to the Undisputed System!"
Lawler added with a laugh, "Heyman's laying down the law, Cole! I love it!"
But on the titantron, Sandro's expression shifted. The smirk faded into a glare, his eyes cold as ice. He took a step closer to the camera, his tone suddenly low, venomous.
"You just made the biggest mistake of your life, Heyman."
The arena went quiet, the atmosphere thick with tension.
Sandro's voice grew darker. "You think this is about fair play? You think standing at ringside is gonna save them? You're dead wrong. Because at Over The Limit, we're taking everything. Those titles," he pointed at Cryme Tyme, then at Kelly, "all of them belong to the Undisputed System. And when it's over, when we walk out draped in gold, there won't be anything you can do to stop it."
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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