Becoming A Wrestler

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Sandro laughed. "I'd be disappointed if you did. Let's give them a match they won't forget." The two shook hands, a mutual respect evident between them. Sandro appreciated Bobby's professionalism and work ethic, and he knew the match would deliver. But before they could focus on the main event, there was a whole show to get through.

The opening match of the night was a tag team bout featuring the FCW Divas Champion, Nicole, teaming up with Brianna, her twin sister. The two were accompanied by their intimidating bodyguard, Rebecca, who stood menacingly at ringside.

Their opponents were April and Davina. The match was fast paced and energetic, with all four women showcasing their skills. Nicole, as the Divas Champion, was clearly the star of her team, but Brianna held her own, proving she was more than just a sidekick.

The crowd was into it, cheering and booing in equal measure as the action unfolded. Rebecca's presence at ringside added an extra layer of tension, and she didn't hesitate to interfere when the referee's back was turned, giving her team the advantage. But April and Davina fought back valiantly, using their teamwork to counter the numbers game.

In the end, it was Davina who scored the pinfall, catching Nicole with a surprise roll up after a well timed distraction from April. The crowd erupted as the referee counted to three, and Davina's hand was raised in victory.

It was a big win for April and Davina's team, and Sandro couldn't help but smile as he watched from the back. Moments like these were what made wrestling so special, seeing new talent rise to the occasion and seize their moment.

As the show progressed, Sandro's mind kept drifting back to the main event. He and Bobby had gone over the match layout earlier in the day, but Sandro knew that no amount of planning could account for the unpredictability of live television. He trusted Bobby implicitly, though, and he was confident they'd deliver something memorable.

Sandro stood in the Gorilla position, the area just behind the curtain where wrestlers waited for their cue to make their entrance. The energy backstage was electric, a mix of adrenaline and anticipation buzzing through the air.

He adjusted the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship belt on his shoulder, feeling the weight of it, both physically and symbolically. This title wasn't just a prop, it was a representation of everything he'd worked for, and tonight, he was ready to defend it once again.

As the opening chords of 'Cult of Personality' blasted through the arena speakers, one of the FCW producers gave Sandro the signal. It was time. Sandro took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and stepped through the curtain.

The moment he emerged, the crowd erupted. The sea of fans stretched out before him, their cheers and chants of "Sandro! Sandro!" reverberating through the arena. Sandro couldn't help but smile as he walked down the ramp, the energy of the crowd fueling him. He high-fived fans along the barricade, their hands reaching out to him as if trying to absorb some of his aura.

The ring announcer's voice boomed through the arena, announcing the match, "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship!" The crowd roared in approval, "Introducing first, the champion, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 220 pounds, Sandro Zhang!"

Sandro climbed the steel steps, slid into the ring, and immediately ascended the turnbuckle. He held the championship belt high above his head, the gold glinting under the arena lights.

The fans cheered even louder, their admiration and excitement palpable. Sandro soaked it all in for a moment before hopping down and handing the title to the referee.

Next, it was Bobby Roode's entrance music hit. The crowd's energy shifted, and a wave of cheers and applause greeted Bobby as he made his way to the ring.

Bobby walked with confidence, his eyes locked on Sandro. The ring announcer introduced him, "And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 235 pounds, Bobby Roode!"

Bobby entered the ring, rallying the crowd with a few signature poses before stepping into his corner. The referee took the belt up from Sandro, then referee showed Bobby the championship belt, a reminder of what was at stake, then showed it crowd to see, and then handed it off to a ringside crew member.

The anticipation in the arena was thick as the referee motioned for the bell to ring. The bell rang, and the match was officially underway.

The energy in the arena intensified. Sandro and Bobby Roode circled each other, the tension between them palpable. The crowd was already buzzing, knowing they were about to witness something special.

They locked up in the center of the ring, testing each other's strength. Roode, being the slightly heavier of the two, pushed Sandro back a step, but Sandro adjusted his footing, planting himself firmly before shifting his weight and pushing Roode back instead. The two jockeyed for position, neither wanting to give an inch.

Roode suddenly transitioned into a side headlock, cranking down on Sandro's neck. Sandro responded by pushing him into the ropes, forcing the break. Roode rebounded, charging forward, but Sandro leapfrogged over him.

As Roode came back off the ropes again, Sandro dropped down, forcing Roode to jump over him. On the next rebound, Sandro caught him with a deep arm drag, sending him rolling across the mat.

Roode popped up quickly, only to eat another arm drag. This time, Sandro held on, locking in an armbar. He wrenched Roode's shoulder, keeping him grounded, but Roode rolled through, countering into a hammerlock.

Sandro grimaced as Roode applied pressure, but he wasn't about to stay trapped for long. He reached back, flipping over Roode's arm, reversing the hold into a wristlock of his own.

Roode winced but countered again, twisting under Sandro's grip to transition into a side headlock takedown. Sandro quickly responded by wrapping his legs around Roode's head in a headscissor. Roode kipped up to escape, and the two men got to their feet at the same time, staring at each other as the crowd applauded their technical exchange.

Both men nodded in respect, then moved in again. This time, Roode grabbed a quick go behind, lifting Sandro into a waist lock takedown. Sandro rolled through and attempted to catch Roode's leg, but Roode kicked him away. Sandro kipped up, and as Roode rushed in, Sandro caught him in a deep Japanese arm drag.

Roode hit the mat hard but was up fast, only to eat a second arm drag. Sandro went for a third, but Roode saw it coming and countered, yanking Sandro into a short arm clothesline that flipped him inside out.

Roode seized control, stomping on Sandro's limbs, targeting his ribs and arms with precision. He dragged Sandro to his feet and whipped him into the corner hard, the impact reverberating through the ring.

Roode followed up with a running forearm smash, then grabbed Sandro by the head, snapping him over with a textbook snapmare before delivering a stiff dropkick to the back of the head.

Roode made the first cover.

One… two.... kick out!

Not wasting any time, Roode pulled Sandro up and delivered a suplex, holding Sandro in the air for an extra second before planting him down with authority. He floated over for another cover.

One… two... Another kick out!

Roode smirked, nodding to himself as he realized this was going to be a battle. He pulled Sandro up and attempted a second suplex, but Sandro countered mid air, shifting his weight and landing behind Roode. Before Roode could react, Sandro hit a lightning quick enzuigiri to the side of his head, staggering him.

Sandro, now with some momentum, sprinted toward the ropes and rebounded, connecting with a running hurricanrana that sent Roode tumbling across the ring. Sandro followed up with a dropkick that sent Roode to the outside.

The crowd began buzzing as Sandro saw his opportunity. He ran toward the ropes and launched himself over them with a tope con hilo, landing perfectly on Roode and sending both men crashing to the floor.

The fans erupted, chanting "FCW! FCW!" as Sandro popped up, hyping them up before rolling Roode back into the ring. Sandro climbed onto the apron, then leaped onto the top rope, springboarding into a missile dropkick that sent Roode sprawling. Sandro hooked the leg.

One… two.... kick out!

Sandro exhaled, not letting up. He pulled Roode up and set him up for a vertical suplex, but Roode blocked it. He tried again, but Roode blocked it a second time.

Then, in an impressive display of strength, Roode reversed the suplex, lifting Sandro high before dropping him stomach first onto the top rope. Sandro bounced off, crashing to the mat, clutching his ribs in pain.

Roode saw an opening and targeted Sandro's midsection. He dragged him to the corner, hoisting him up onto the top turnbuckle. Roode climbed up as well, hooking Sandro for a superplex.

The crowd held its breath as Roode lifted Sandro, but Sandro fought back, throwing punches to Roode's ribs. With a final shove, Sandro sent Roode crashing back down to the mat. Roode groggily stood up, and Sandro launched himself off the top rope, connecting with a beautiful diving crossbody.

He landed flush, staying on top for the pin.

One… two... kick out!

Sandro clutched his ribs but stayed on the attack. He pulled Roode up, attempting his signature spinning back kick, but Roode ducked it and grabbed Sandro from behind, hitting a German suplex! He kept his grip locked, rolling through for a second German suplex! Then a third!

The crowd counted along.

One… two... kick out!

Roode shook his head, knowing he had to dig deeper. He pulled Sandro up and set up for a big spinebuster, but Sandro spun out of it, kicking Roode in the gut. He grabbed Roode, lifted him, and drove him down with a Falcon Arrow!

Sandro hooked the leg.

One… two... Roode kicks out!

Sandro took a deep breath, climbing to the top rope. He motioned for a moonsault. The crowd roared in anticipation as he leaped off, but Roode rolled out of the way!

Sandro crashed onto the mat, clutching his ribs in agony. Roode seized the moment, pulling Sandro up and hitting a spinebuster! The impact shook the ring. Roode covered.

One… two… Sandro kicks out!

Roode's frustration was evident, but he didn't hesitate. He pulled Sandro up and hooked his right hand, attempting his finisher the Fujiwara armbar. Sandro, however, twisted out, spun Roode around, and nailed a Superkick! Roode staggered but didn't fall. Sandro hit a second Superkick! Roode was wobbling. Sandro hit the ropes and came back with a running knee to the jaw!

Roode collapsed.

Sandro, summoning every last bit of energy, climbed to the top rope one last time. He steadied himself, took a deep breath, and launched into the air, executing a perfect moonsault splash, landing flush on Roode's chest.

The crowd counted along.

One… two… Roode managed to kicked out yet again!

Sandro sat up, his chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat dripping from his face as he stared in disbelief at Bobby Roode's resilience.

His arms rested on his knees, and his eyes were wide, he had given everything he had, and hit Roode with some of his best moves, and yet the veteran had still kicked out. The crowd mirrored his shock, thousands of voices roaring in unison, creating a deafening buzz inside the arena.

The commentators were just as stunned.

"I don't believe it! How in the world did Roode kick out of that?" one of them exclaimed.

"Sandro threw everything at him, two superkicks, a running knee, and a perfect moonsault, but Bobby Roode is still in this fight!"

Sandro wiped a hand down his face, his body aching from the war he and Roode had waged. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn't let frustration set in, not now. He had to finish this.

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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 & 1 FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion