Becoming A Wrestler

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Sandro waved them off. "Don't mention it. You both did great. Just remember, this is only the beginning. Keep working hard, stay safe, and always respect the ring." As they walked away, Dusty clapped Sandro on the shoulder. "You're somethin' special, kid. Keep this up, and you're gonna leave a legacy bigger than you can imagine."

Sandro let out a shy laugh and told Dusty to let him focus on one thing at a time. "Let me finish my business as a wrestler first, Dusty," he said with a grin. "That's going to take a while. Then, maybe, I'll think about becoming a trainer for future talents." Dusty clapped him on the back, smiling. "Fair enough, kid. But don't forget: you've got a gift, both in the ring and out of it."

It was these two moments that lingered in Sandro's mind as he pushed through the intense days of training and rehearsals leading up to Monday's live show. When the night finally arrived, the usual buzz filled the air, the FCW Monday Live Television Program was about to begin, and the energy in the sold-out arena was electric. Fans packed every seat, eager to witness the next chapter in the War Games storyline.

Backstage, the tension was palpable. Sandro, Kofi, Taylor, and Sheamus huddled together, going over the details of the confrontation promo they were about to deliver. The main event of the night would see Sandro face off against Joe in a high-stakes singles match for the advantage of War Games, but the groundwork for that clash would be laid in the promo segment.

Each man had a role to play, and the stakes were clear: the story had to sell the intensity of their rivalry and set the stage for the upcoming War Games match.

Sandro adjusted his ring gear, trying to focus amid the buzzing energy of the backstage area. He glanced at Kofi, who was stretching nearby. "You ready for this?" Sandro asked.

Kofi flashed a confident smile. "Always. Just remember, keep your pacing in the promo. Don't let Joe rush you. You've got the spotlight tonight."

Taylor, leaning against a crate, chimed in. "And don't forget to hit that line Dusty suggested. The one about 'brotherhood being forged in battle.' It'll hit hard."

Sheamus, who was taping his wrists, nodded. "Aye, and don't be afraid to get in their faces. This is War Games we're building up to, not a tea party, so put up your A game everyone."

Sandro appreciated their advice and their support which gave him confidence each time. Across the hall, he could see Drew, Stu, Creed, and Joe engaged in a similar pre-promo ritual. The tension between the teams wasn't just a kayfabe act, but there was also a competitive edge as performers that fueled their performances.

Meanwhile, the night had already kicked off with an electrifying tag team match. Tyler Black and Jon Moxley faced Beer Money Inc., delivering a hard-hitting, fast-paced opener that had the crowd on their feet.

Suplexes, slams, powerbombs, and high-flying moves from the top rope kept the energy high. Tyler Black's athleticism and Moxley's brawling style complemented each other perfectly against the seasoned tandem of Bobby Roode and James Storm.

The climax came when Tyler hit his finisher on Roode, followed by Moxley delivering his own devastating move to seal the deal. The crowd erupted as Moxley pinned Roode for the win, the two victors standing tall in the ring, their intensity setting the tone for the rest of the night.

Backstage, the buzz from the opening match only heightened the anticipation for the upcoming promo. The production assistant gave Sandro's team the cue to head to the gorilla position.

Following behind them was Stu and his team, who while waiting for the cue from the productions assistant to go out, they exchanged encouraging words to each other as both friends and performers. That's when the production assistant gave the cue and Sandro alongside his team walked out as the arena's energy reached a fever pitch as Dragon Boom's entrance music hit, signaling the arrival of Sandro, Kofi, Taylor, and Sheamus.

The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices nearly shaking the rafters as the quartet made their way down the ramp. Sandro led the way, high-fiving fans while his teammates followed, all of them soaking in the electric atmosphere. The excitement was infectious, and the bond between the four men was palpable as they entered the ring, each picking up a microphone from the staff stationed at ringside.

As the music faded, Sandro took the lead, his voice cutting through the roar of the crowd. "You know," he began, pacing the ring with a calm intensity, "it's funny how life throws challenges at you, isn't it? Here we are, only a week away from the War Games match, and we're still looking for that fifth member. But let me tell you something—" he paused for effect, locking eyes with the camera, "The four of us doesn't quit. We don't stop. And whether it's four of us or five, we're walking into that cage and showing the Empire exactly what brotherhood forged in war looks like!"

The crowd erupted again, chanting "Dragon Boom! Dragon Boom!" as Sandro passed the mic to Kofi. The charismatic smile shone brightly as he addressed the fans. "You see, when you've been in this business as long as I have, you learn something about trust. These men right here?" Kofi gestured to Sandro, Taylor, and Sheamus. "I trust them with my life. And that's what it's going to take to win at War Games. Blood, sweat, and trust."

Taylor stepped forward next, his voice sharp and confident. "Empire thinks they've got us beat because they've got numbers. But what they don't understand is that we're more than a team. We're a family. And families fight for each other. So go ahead, Empire, keep looking for that fifth member. We'll see who's ready to step into the fire come Saturday."

Finally, Sheamus took the mic, his Irish brogue carrying through the arena. "And if any of ye doubt us, just wait until tonight when Sandro wipes the floor with Joe. That's not just a promise, that's a spoiler!"

The crowd roared its approval, but the celebration was short-lived. The Empire's entrance music hit, and the mood in the arena shifted. A chorus of boos greeted Drew, Stu, Creed, and Joe as they stepped onto the stage, microphones already in hand. Drew led the way, his smug expression matching the arrogance in his voice.

"Well, isn't this cute?" Drew began, smirking as he surveyed the ring. "Dragon Boom, out here playing the underdog card. But let's be honest, you're not looking for a fifth member because you're picky. You're looking for a fifth member because nobody wants to join a sinking ship."

The crowd's boos grew louder, but Drew continued undeterred. He handed the mic to Stu, who added, "And don't get too comfortable thinking you've got the advantage just because you're 'brothers.' Brotherhood doesn't mean squat when you're lying on your back staring at the lights."

Creed chimed in, his voice dripping with disdain. "You talk about trust, but trust isn't going to save you from the beating we're going to deliver at War Games. We're not a family, we're a dynasty. And dynasties always win."

Finally, Joe stepped forward, his expression cold and calculating. "The four of you are right about one thing though. Tonight, it's you and me. And by the time I'm done with Sandro, one half of Dragon Boom won't be walking into War Games. You'll be crawling."

The promo exchange escalated from there, the tension between the two teams reaching a boiling point. The back-and-forth was sharp, each side landing verbal blows that fueled the crowd's excitement.

Sandro stepped forward, his voice steady but full of fire. "Joe, you can talk all you want about what you're going to do tonight, but actions speak louder than words. And when that bell rings, I'm going to show you exactly why Dragon Boom, me and Kofi the tag champs, are unstoppable."

Joe responded with a sinister smirk, his final words chilling. "We'll see, Sandro. We'll see."

The Empire's music hit again as they retreated backstage, leaving the arena buzzing with anticipation for the night's main event. Backstage, Sandro's team regrouped, their adrenaline pumping from the intense promo segment. Sandro felt the weight of the night on his shoulders, but he knew he should do his best for everyone involved and also the fans watching.

As the night unfolded, the energy only grew. Match after match delivered high-octane action, each one setting the stage for the climactic showdown between Sandro and Joe. When the time finally came, the arena lights dimmed, and the ring announcer's voice echoed through the crowd.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will determine the advantage in the War Games match!"

The crowd erupted as Sandro's music hit. He stepped onto the stage with his tag title on his waits, his eyes fixed on the ring, his determination evident. The cheers of the fans fueled him as he made his way down the ramp, pausing to soak in the moment before climbing into the ring.

Joe's music followed, the boos cascading down as he strutted to the ring with an air of confidence, the FCW Flordia Heavyweight title resting on his shoulder. His cold, calculating demeanor was a stark contrast to Sandro's fiery intensity. As the referee signaled for the bell, the two men locked eyes, the tension between them crackling like electricity.

As the bell rang, the energy in the arena reached a fever pitch. Sandro and Joe circled each other in the ring, their eyes locked in a tense stare-down. The crowd roared in anticipation, divided in their support for the fiery underdog tag champion and the ruthless heavyweight champion.

Joe smirked and extended a hand mockingly, daring Sandro to engage in a test of strength. Sandro ignored the gesture and instead lunged forward, locking up with Joe.

The initial collar-and-elbow tie-up set the tone for the match, with Joe using his brute strength to push Sandro into the corner. The referee called for a clean break, but Joe delivered a sneaky elbow strike to Sandro's jaw, drawing boos from the crowd.

Sandro staggered back, but he quickly fired off a stiff kick to Joe's midsection, doubling him over. Wasting no time, Sandro followed up with a series of rapid forearm strikes, each one landing with precision.

He whipped Joe into the ropes, leaped into the air, and connected with a picture-perfect dropkick that sent Joe crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers as Sandro kipped up, feeding off their energy.

Joe rolled out of the ring to collect himself, but Sandro wasn't about to let him off easy. Charging toward the ropes, Sandro launched himself over the top with a breathtaking tope con hilo, crashing into Joe on the outside. The fans were on their feet, chanting, "This is awesome!" as both men lay momentarily stunned on the floor.

Sandro was the first to his feet, grabbing Joe and slamming his head into the steel steps. The referee began the count, but Sandro rolled Joe back into the ring to avoid a double count-out. As Sandro climbed onto the apron, Joe recovered and delivered a brutal kick to Sandro's legs, causing him to collapse onto the edge of the ring.

Joe seized the moment, pulling Sandro into the ring and delivering a thunderous back suplex. Sandro arched his back in pain as Joe smirked, methodically stalking his opponent. The Florida Heavyweight Champion began to impose his will, driving his knee into Sandro's ribs repeatedly before locking in a tight abdominal stretch.

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Name: Alessandro Zhang

Age: 19 (2009)

Birthplace: Orlando, Florida USA

Brand: FCW

Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Style

Faction: Dragon Boom (Tag Team)

Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions