Becoming A Wrestler

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Inside, the staff greeted him warmly, many of them having watched him grow up. After settling into his old room, Sandro took some time to decompress. He opened his suitcase, laying out the outfit he planned to wear the next evening. A sharp navy suit with a subtle pinstripe, paired with a crisp white shirt.

As Sandro carefully laid out his sharp navy suit and crisp white shirt on the bed, he heard his mother's voice call from downstairs. "Sandro, dinner's ready!" Her warm tone carried up the grand staircase, a comforting reminder of home.

"I'll be down in a minute, Mom!" Sandro called back, finishing up his preparations. Before heading downstairs, he quickly pulled out his phone to send a message to Nicole and April, letting them know he had landed safely and arrived at his parents' home.

To Nicole and April, "Just landed in Orlando and made it home. Everything's good here. Miss you both already. I'll call you tomorrow."

After sending his text, both replies from Nicole and April came swiftly. From Nicole, "Glad you made it safe! Have fun with your parents. Miss you too!"

From April, "Happy you're home! Enjoy the family time. Love you!" Smiling at their messages, Sandro placed his phone on the nightstand and made his way downstairs.

As he approached the dining room, the savory aroma of roasted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables wafted through the air, making his stomach growl.

He stepped into the room to find his parents already seated. But something was different, gone were the days when his mother, Taylor, would insist on personally preparing every meal. Instead, the staff had set the table and served the dishes.

Taking his seat at the elegantly set table, Sandro glanced at his mother with curiosity. "Mom, you didn't cook tonight?" he asked, noticing the absence of her signature touch.

Taylor smiled apologetically, folding her napkin on her lap. "I didn't have the time, sweetheart. Ever since Nexum Core started making waves in the industry, my law firm has been swamped. All the companies we've invested in, like Marvel, UFC, and others, recommended switching to my firm for legal representation. They want us to represent Nexum Core's interests across the board."

Sandro nodded in understanding, his admiration for his mother growing. "That makes sense, Mom. I can only imagine how busy you've been. Don't worry, you can cook when you feel like it and have the time. No pressure."

Taylor reached over and patted his hand. "You've always been so understanding, Sandro. Thank you."

Jack chuckled as he poured himself a glass of red wine. "It's been non-stop for your mother lately. Between her and me, this house is busier than a stock exchange."

As the three of them began eating the meal prepared by the staff, Sandro took a moment to savor the familiar comforts of home. After a few bites, he turned to his father. "So, Dad, who are the confirmed guests for tomorrow's party?"

Jack set down his fork, swallowing his food before answering. "Well, we've got a solid lineup. Dana White from UFC, Stan Lee and Kevin Feige from Marvel, Steve Jobs from Apple, Mark Zuckerberg from Facebook, and the founders of Twitter Jack Dorsey, Noah Glass, Biz Stone, and Evan Williams, are all confirmed. The McMahon family from WWE will be there too, as well as the YouTube founders, Steve Chen, Chad Hurley, and Jawed Karim. Oh, and Larry Page and Sergey Brin from Google."

Sandro's eyes widened when he heard the list of people that had confirmed they will come to the party. "That's a powerhouse guest list."

Jack nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "And that's just the confirmed list. Some of these people will bring entourages, and we're expecting a few surprise attendees as well. You never know who might show up, especially in an event like this. It's an opportunity for people of influence and power to rub shoulders."

Taylor chimed in, her voice light but meaningful. "It's not just about business, either. Events like this help build relationships that can last a lifetime. Your father and I are hoping you'll make some valuable connections too, Sandro."

Sandro took a sip of water, letting the weight of their words sink in. This was more than just a networking event, it was a statement, a chance to see more of the inner workings of a world he'd only glimpsed from the outside as he assist his father in several investment choices before.

As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, the three of them enjoyed the rest of their meal, laughter and reminiscing filling the room. After dinner, Sandro helped clear the table, even as the staff insisted he didn't need to.

Later that night after dinner, Sandro retreated to his room, where he lay on the plush bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind buzzed with thoughts of the party, the high-profile guests, and the opportunity to step into his father's world.

Despite the excitement, a small part of him felt the pressure to measure up, to represent not just himself but his family and the company they were building.

The next morning, Sandro woke early, the sunlight streaming through the large windows of his room. He took his time getting ready, ensuring every detail of his outfit was perfect. The navy suit fit him like a glove, and the designer watch on his wrist added a touch of sophistication.

By mid-afternoon, the family was en route to the Nexum Core headquarters in Tampa. The Rolls Royce glided smoothly along the highway, its polished exterior reflecting the Florida sun. Sandro sat in the backseat with his parents, listening as Jack ran through last-minute details of the event.

When they arrived, the Nexum Core headquarters was a sight to behold. The building's sleek, modern architecture was complemented by a red carpet that stretched from the entrance to the driveway. Journalists and photographers lined the edges, their cameras flashing as high-profile guests began to arrive.

Inside, the atmosphere was electric. Guests mingled in the grand ballroom, where elegant chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm glow over the room. Waitstaff circulated with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres, while a live jazz band played softly in the background.

Sandro stayed close to his parents at first, observing the crowd and taking mental notes. He recognized many faces, titans of industry, creative geniuses, and cultural icons. When Dana White approached Jack to shake hands, Sandro was introduced, earning a firm handshake and an approving nod from the UFC president.

Dana White smiled warmly at Sandro, gripping his hand firmly before stepping back to appraise him. "You've got a solid grip, young man. And judging by your physique, you're built like a perfect athlete," Dana remarked, his tone both playful and sincere.

Sandro chuckled modestly, his hand releasing Dana's. "Thanks for the compliment, Mr. White. Means a lot coming from you."

Jack joined in with a grin. "Dana, you've got a sharp eye. Sandro's no stranger to athletic discipline—he's trained in Taekwondo, Judo, and Wrestling. Right now, he's making waves in FCW, the developmental brand for WWE."

Dana raised his eyebrows in surprise. "No kidding? I didn't dig that deep into your family, Jack. Wrestling, huh? That's impressive."

Sandro gave a small nod, the pride in his father's voice bolstering his confidence. "Yes, sir. Wrestling's my passion, and I'm working hard to make a name for myself."

Dana's eyes twinkled with intrigue. "Well, if you ever get the itch to step into the octagon, give me a call. Brock Lesnar's doing incredible things in the UFC as our Heavyweight Champion. You've got the look and the training background. Who knows? You might thrive in MMA too."

Sandro smiled, appreciating the offer. "Thank you, Mr. White. That means a lot, but for now, I've got unfinished business in the wrestling world. If I can achieve some of the things I've set out to do there, maybe someday I'll consider giving UFC a shot. Never say never, right?"

Dana clapped Sandro on the shoulder. "That's the attitude I like to hear. Wrestling's a tough world, and it sounds like you've got your priorities straight. I'll keep an eye on you."

With a final nod, Dana excused himself to greet another group of guests, leaving Sandro, Jack, and Taylor to continue their rounds. As they strolled through the grand ballroom, the soft hum of conversation, the clinking of champagne glasses, and the smooth notes of the jazz band provided an elegant backdrop.

They had just begun to move toward the next group of guests when they were approached by a collection of tech moguls, Mark Zuckerberg of Facebook, Steve Chen, Chad Hurley, and Jawed Karim of YouTube, alongside Larry Page and Sergey Brin of Google. The men, all well-dressed and exuding an air of intellectual curiosity, greeted Jack warmly, each shaking his hand in turn.

"Jack," Mark Zuckerberg began, his voice smooth and deliberate, "it's great to finally meet you. Thank you for taking the time for creating this incredible event."

Jack smiled, his demeanor charismatic yet grounded. "Mark, it's always a pleasure. Events like this are important for building the kind of connections that drive innovation. I'm glad you could make it."

After exchanging greetings with Jack, the tech founders turned their attention to Sandro. Jack took the opportunity to introduce his son, a hint of pride evident in his voice. "Gentlemen, this is my son, Sandro. You may not know it, but he's the one who suggested several of the investments Nexum Core has made, including Twitter, which has been our latest acquisition."

Mark extended his hand to Sandro, his expression thoughtful. "Well, it seems like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Nice to meet you, Sandro. Twitter was a bold move, but I can see why it caught your attention."

Sandro shook his hand firmly. "Thank you, Mr. Zuckerberg. It's an honor to meet you. Social media platforms like Facebook and Twitter have fundamentally changed how people communicate and share ideas. It's inspiring to see how much impact they've had on the world."

Steve Chen chimed in, his voice animated. "Sandro, I hear you've got a background in wrestling. That's quite the contrast to the world of tech and finance. How do you balance the two?"

Sandro laughed lightly. "It's definitely a balancing act. Wrestling is my passion, but I've always been fascinated by the business world, especially technology. I grew up interested in wrestling and also technology while watching my dad navigate the business waters, and I guess some of that curiosity rubbed off on me. Investing is like wrestling in a way, it's all about strategy and timing."

The group chuckled at Sandro's comparison, and Chad Hurley nodded in agreement. "That's a unique perspective, Sandro. I like it. The tech world could use more people who think outside the box."

Larry Page and Sergey Brin, who had been quietly observing, exchanged a glance before Larry spoke. "Sandro, you've got a sharp mind for someone so young. If you ever want to explore the tech space further, don't hesitate to reach out. Innovation thrives on fresh perspectives."

Sandro thanked them, humbled by their encouragement. "I appreciate that, Mr. Page, Mr. Brin. I'll definitely keep that in mind."

The conversation continued for a few more minutes, with the group discussing topics ranging from the future of artificial intelligence to the evolution of digital media. Sandro listened attentively, contributing where he could, but mostly absorbing the wealth of knowledge around him.

As the tech moguls moved on to mingle with other guests, Taylor leaned closer to her son, her voice soft but proud. "You handled that beautifully, Sandro. They're some of the sharpest minds in the world, and you left a great impression."

Jack nodded in agreement. "Your confidence and insight are what set you apart, son. Keep that up, and you'll go far, not just in wrestling, but in life." Sandro smiled, their words bolstering his resolve. "Thanks, Mom, Dad. I'm just trying to take it all in and make the most of every opportunity."

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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