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Kurt Angle's music hit, and the roof of the Impact Zone nearly blew off. The Olympic Gold Medalist, the man who Sandro beat at Forbidden Door and dethroned from the TNA World Heavyweight title, stormed out from the back like a man possessed, still taping his wrists as he came out. The crowd roared louder than they had all night as Kurt sprinted toward the ring.
Don West screamed, "It's Kurt Angle! The Wrestling Machine! The Olympic Gold Medalist! Former World Champion! He's not gonna let this slide!"
Sandro and Big E turned just in time to see Kurt slide into the ring. Sandro tried to intercept him, but Angle ducked the clothesline and fired back with a vicious German Suplex on Sandro that sent the champion bouncing across the ring like a ragdoll.
Big E charged, but Kurt ducked again, hoisted him up, and planted him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The ring shook. The crowd was going absolutely nuts.
Kurt checked on Sting, who was stirring slowly. He nodded once and then turned, only to be caught by Big E with a massive clubbing blow to the back.
Big E didn't stay on him alone long as Sandro joined in. Together, they mauled Kurt, stomping and punching him down just like they had done to Sting moments ago.
The cheers began to die, turning to frantic cries of "NO!" as Kurt, too, became a victim of the two man assault.
Sting, blood dripping down his face, used the ropes to pull himself up. He looked around, eyes blinking through the haze.
Then his hand reached under the bottom rope.
The crowd saw it before Sandro and Big E did.
A black baseball bat.
The bat.
Sting's signature weapon of choice.
He gripped it with white knuckles fury, the blood from his forehead smearing down the handle. He turned, raised it, and CRACK! Slamming it across Sandro's back heavily.
The champion screamed and stumbled forward, arching in pain.
Big E turned, only to receive a brutal bat shot to the ribs. He doubled over, and Sting followed with a shot to the back, then one to the side of his knee. Big E hit the mat, clutching his leg.
Sandro, still clutching his back, scrambled across the ring and rolled under the bottom rope, grabbing the TNA World Heavyweight Title on his way out. Big E followed, hobbling, favoring his leg.
The two retreated up the ramp in disgrace, looking battered and enraged.
But even then, even now, Sandro had the gall to raise the TNA World Heavyweight Championship over his head. His face was a mix of pain and defiance, bloodshot eyes burning with intensity. Big E pointed back at the ring, shouting something unintelligible.
Sandro had taken a mic from the ringside crew when he retreated from the ring and, between heavy breaths, shouted at the ring, "You two are relics! Legends of a dead era that I have beaten! This is my time now! MY ERA! I AM THE FUTURE!"
The crowd drowned him out with thunderous boos.
Back in the ring, Sting helped Kurt to his feet, the two veterans leaning on each other, staring down the ramp at their attackers.
They didn't need to say anything. Their silence said it all.
This wasn't over.
Mike Tenay's voice cracked with emotion. "What we just witnessed was an absolute travesty, but Sting and Kurt Angle… they're still standing. And you know what? They're not done yet. Not by a long shot."
Don West added, "Sandro may be the champ. But after tonight, after that, he's made enemies that don't forget. And they sure as hell don't forgive."
As Sandro and Big E reached the stage, they turned back one final time. Sandro, clutching his lower back, stared at Sting and Kurt with cold, hate filled eyes. Big E barked something at the crowd, pumping his fist with intensity. They were proud of what they did. Unapologetic.
But the image burned into the fans' minds wasn't Sandro holding the title. It was Sting, bloodied but defiant, standing tall beside Kurt Angle. Two icons. Two warriors. And a storm on the horizon.
After they had entered through the entrance stage, it became a backstage segment, as the fans were shown the chaos that erupted backstage.
Producers, referees, and officials rushed to the ring to check on the referee, who still hadn't moved. Security swarmed the backstage area, unsure if Sandro and Big E would do something drastic backstage.
Jeremy Borash tried to get a word with Sandro and Big E in the hallway for an interview, but they shoved the camera aside, Sandro barking, "They want war? We'll give them war. No more playing nice. The two of us come here to dominate. Kurt and Sting better watch their back."
Meanwhile, the segment then changed to Kurt and Sting, who sat in the medical area, both receiving attention, ice packs, stitches, and water bottles. Sting glanced at Kurt.
"He's gonna be a problem," he said quietly.
Kurt nodded. "Then we handle it together. I just didn't expect the kid who was so respectful after defeating me, would turn to such a man after several months."
Sting nodded his head, then he smirked, winced, and leaned back. "One more ride as a team?"
Kurt looked him in the eye and grinned. "Let's take the kid to school."
Elsewhere, Sandro stood in front of a mirror, holding the title close to his chest. He stared at his own reflection, not speaking. His back throbbed from the bat shots. Blood still trickled from his shoulder.
Big E paced behind him like a lion in a cage. "Let them come. Let both of them come. We ain't scared."
Sandro didn't answer. He just stared at himself in the mirror, then looked down at the belt. After a long pause, he whispered, "This is only the beginning."
He raised the TNA World Heavyweight Championship and kissed it. And the camera faded to black for both fans watching at home and watching live through the titantron at Impact Zone arena.
The fallout would rock TNA and the wrestling world.
What had started as a main event showdown in the Impact Zone had spiraled into something far greater, a generational conflict, a bitter line drawn in the sand between legacy and future. Fans didn't just react, they exploded online.
Condemnation rained down from every corner of the internet. Sandro, once seen as the prodigy who honored the past and looked to build a better future, had become, in the eyes of many, a betrayer.
The image of Big E nodding respectfully to Sting after their match at Forbidden Door and Sandro's respectful handshake with Kurt after defeating him for the TNA World Heavyweight title at Forbidden Door was brought up by fans again. It had painted a picture of mutual respect in passing the torch.
But what followed tonight shattered that image.
The beatdown he and Big E launched on Sting and Kurt Angle, who had come out to help a fallen comrade, was seen by fans as a disgrace.
Forums lit up with outrage. Twitter was ablaze. #JusticeForSting&Kurt trended number one within fifteen minutes of the show ending. Thousands of comments poured in. Fans called Sandro and Big E "cowards," "sellouts," "traitors." The move had cut deep.
But not everyone hated it.
A smaller, more vocal section of the wrestling fandom took to defending Sandro and Big E's actions. These weren't just trolls, they were fans who genuinely believed that what they had done was necessary.
"Wrestling needed this," one tweet said. "You don't usher in a new era by shaking hands with the past. You break it down." Others praised their ruthlessness and ambition. They saw the beatdown not as disgraceful, but as a statement, a declaration that the old guard's time was over.
The online war of words mirrored the chaos in the Impact Zone.
But behind the curtain, where the real story was unfolding, things took a different shape.
Backstage, after the segment had aired and the dust had started to settle, Sandro and Big E were called in for a closed door meeting with Jeff Jarrett, Dixie Carter, Kurt Angle, and Sting. Security made sure the hallway was clear. No cameras, no interruptions.
Just five people and a lot of tension, a different kind of tension, as it was a good one, more like anticipation.
Sandro still looked rough. He'd showered and changed into a clean hoodie and joggers, but he moved slowly, he acted like he could feel his back was stiff alongside the bruises from the bat shots, while Big E walked beside him.
Inside the conference room, Jeff was already leaning back in his chair, arms folded, a wide grin on his face. Dixie stood near the window, coffee in hand, while Kurt and Sting sat side by side on the other end of the table, not in wrestling gear anymore, but still with taped ribs and fresh bandages. The atmosphere was electric.
Jeff was the first to speak.
"Gentlemen," he said, "tonight? That was money."
Dixie nodded. "Absolutely. You two delivered one hell of a moment out there."
Big E blinked. "Is it that good? We are just doing our work out there."
Jeff chuckled. "Really, is it that good? Kid, that was art. Controlled chaos. You had the crowd in the palm of your hand, and not just because of the attack, you worked safe, you hit your cues, and most importantly, you made people feel something."
Dixie stepped forward. "Big E, we want to especially thank you. That suplex to Kurt? Perfectly placed. The reaction online, the way people are talking about you right now, it's proof you belong here. You're not just Sandro's backup. You're your own force."
Big E scratched the back of his head, shy now. "Wow… thank you. That means a lot. Especially coming from you guys."
Kurt, nursing a cold pack on his ribs, nodded at Big E. "You were good out there. I've taken hits from guys with a lot less control. You're stiff in all the right ways."
Big E couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. He looked like a kid who'd just been told he made varsity.
Then Sting added, quietly but sincerely, "And you protected me with that follow through. You didn't have to. You did. That matters."
Big E blinked hard, overwhelmed. He placed a hand over his chest and nodded deeply. "Thank you. I swear I won't let you down."
After the praise settled, Jeff leaned in, lacing his fingers together. "Alright, now. Let's talk next week."
Everyone straightened.
"We're planning a tag match," Dixie explained. "Sandro and Big E versus Kurt and Sting. The fallout match. It's gonna be huge."
"But there's a twist," Jeff added with a grin.
Kurt smirked knowingly, as did Sting, curious but hiding it from their face. But Sandro and Big E just looked at each other, curious.
"What kind of twist?" Sandro asked, cautious but intrigued.
Jeff waved a finger. "Ah, ah, we're not saying what it is just yet. We want it to be a surprise, for the fans and the four of you."
Dixie interjected. "But trust us, you're gonna love it. It sets things up for the next arc. Just be ready. Be sharp."
Sandro, who was a planner before his match, narrowed his eyes. "Can we get any hint?"
Jeff chuckled. "Nope… don't worry, before your match, we will tell the four of you what it is."
Sandro and Big E shared a look, then nodded in agreement.
Jeff leaned back, satisfied. "Good. One last thing."
He extended his hand. "Swear you won't leak this twist. Keep your lips zipped. All of you."
Sandro laughed and locked his hand with Jeff. "Scouts honor."
Big E did the same, swearing with a grin, "Mum's the word."
After that, the meeting wrapped up. They all shook hands, and with that, the business done, Sandro and Big E left the room and made their way out of the building. Their bodies (well, only Big E could feel it) were sore, bruised, but their spirits? Sky high. They were buzzing. They had heat with TNA fans as well. Real heat. And it felt damn good.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 19 (2009)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: FCW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles
Faction: None
Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion