Becoming A Wrestler

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Drew broke the silence with a grin, his voice raspy but filled with genuine warmth. "Man, I don't know what it is with us, but even without much training or planning… we just click, you know? It's like we've still got that awareness of each other from back when me and Stu were in the rivalry storyline with you and Kofi."

Sandro chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, well, I guess knowing someone and interacting so many times tends to do that. We've beaten the hell out of each other enough times to figure out the rhythm."

The pair traded playful barbs, each joke laced with that comfortable familiarity that only comes from shared history inside and outside the ring.

Dusty and Steve exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. They didn't need words. It was clear as day, they both saw it, the chemistry, the spark, the potential. Drew wasn't just tag team material anymore. He was the main event caliber. A force waiting to be unleashed.

Steve tilted his head slightly toward Dusty, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. Dusty's lips curled into a subtle, knowing smile. There was an idea forming between them, something that didn't need to be said out loud just yet. They'd keep it under wraps until the time was right, but the gears were already turning.

The upcoming North American Championship tournament.

Drew McIntyre's name was silently etched onto their mental brackets, even if he didn't know it yet.

"Y'know," Steve finally spoke, his tone casual but layered with meaning, "matches like that don't come around often. You two just raised the bar for everyone in the locker room."

Dusty nodded, his grin widening. "And that's the kind of thing that gets people talkin', baby. You never know where that kinda momentum can take you."

Drew shrugged modestly, but Sandro could see the flicker of pride in his friend's eyes. They'd both left something in that ring tonight, pieces of themselves woven into the fabric of FCW's history.

As the conversation drifted into lighter topics—stories from the road, jokes about botched moves from the past, Sandro felt a strange sense of contentment. This was more than just a job. It was family. A brotherhood forged in sweat, blood, and respect.

Eventually, Sandro excused himself, needing to cool down and reflect. As he walked down the hall toward the locker room, the echoes of laughter faded behind him, but the warmth lingered. The championship on his shoulder felt heavier now, not just because of the match, but because of what it represented.

Back in the Gorilla position, Dusty leaned slightly toward Steve, lowering his voice just enough for only him to hear.

"That kid's got it, man," Dusty murmured, nodding toward where Drew had been. "He's ready. Maybe he doesn't know it yet, but he's ready."

Steve smirked, arms still crossed. "Yeah… he's not just a tag team guy anymore."

The future was already unfolding, one match at a time.

On Twitter and the FCW Official Forum, fans were going nuts over the main event between Sandro Zhang and Drew McIntyre. The match had been more than just a battle for the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship—it was a proving ground. And for the second week in a row, a tag team wrestler had shattered expectations. Last week, Bobby Roode showed he could hang in the main event scene, and tonight, it was Drew McIntyre.

But what truly caught the fans' attention was Drew's resilience. His sheer willpower, the brutal new finisher he had introduced, and, most notably, the fact that he hadn't once relied on underhanded tactics. No eye pokes, no low blows, no feet on the ropes. He fought with honor, and that kind of shift in behavior didn't go unnoticed. The internet was buzzing with speculation. Was Drew finally stepping out of the tag team division's shadow? Was this the start of something bigger?

"Drew McIntyre just performed his LIFE."

"Tag team guy? Not anymore. Drew just proved he's ready to break out solo."

"What was that finisher?! That was straight-up BRUTAL. We need a name for it!"

"And props to Sandro for another five-star match. How does he keep doing this every week?"

The praise wasn't just coming from the fans. Wrestlers, trainers, and industry veterans all chimed in, recognizing the masterpiece they had just witnessed.

Meanwhile, backstage, Sandro continued his slow walk down the hall, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship still slung over his shoulder.

His step echoed with every step, and his mind was somewhere else thinking about some menial things. He was exhausted, sure, but the adrenaline hadn't completely left his system. He could still feel the rush of the moment, still hear the deafening crowd.

As he turned a corner, he spotted Bray leaning against a wall, talking on the phone. Bray had just made his FCW debut that night, and from the look on his face, he was deep in conversation.

Sandro caught his eye, and Bray immediately waved at him. He quickly wrapped up his call.

"Yeah, Dad, I gotta go. We'll talk later," Bray said, before hanging up and tucking his phone into his pocket.

He took a step forward and greeted Sandro with a quick bro hug. "Dude… what the hell was that match?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "I don't know how you keep delivering performances like that, week after week."

Sandro chuckled, adjusting the title on his shoulder. "It's not just me, man. A great match takes two people. And Drew? He pushed me to my absolute limit tonight. If I'm being honest, I don't even know how I got through half of it."

Bray grinned. "Still, that was something else. You and Drew just stole the show."

Sandro shrugged modestly, then shifted the conversation. "But let's talk about your match. That debut was something special, man. And the addition to your finisher? That was unique as hell. The theatrics, the taunt, the way you hit it, it's got something special. What are you calling it?"

Bray scratched the back of his head, looking a little unsure. "I was thinking of calling it 'World Eater.' But I dunno, man… It feels too similar to my nickname. Like, Bray Wyatt, The Eater of Worlds, using the World Eater? Doesn't quite sit right, you know?"

Sandro's eyes lit up. This was his chance to introduce the name Bray used in his apstclufe for his finisher. He took a step closer, lowering his voice just slightly, as if revealing a secret. "What if I told you I have the perfect idea for the name of your finisher?"

Bray raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And what was it?"

"Sister Abigail," Sandro said with a knowing smirk.

Bray froze. The name seemed to linger in the air between them.

"Sister… Abigail?" Bray repeated, rolling the words over in his mouth, tasting them.

Sandro nodded. "Yeah. You could also create more background story for Sister Abigail, or even make it into a character that lives in your character's past life, someone who guides you and teaches you the ways of the world, but through a misguided cult way."

Bray was silent for a moment, processing. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face. "Sister Abigail, huh? That's… damn, that's actually really good. I like that. It's eerie. It's haunting. It's… me."

Sandro smirked. "I thought you might like it."

Bray let out a short laugh and shook his head in amazement. "Man, I don't know how you do it. You've got this knack for coming up with the perfect things at the perfect time."

Sandro chuckled. "Hey, just call it a talent." Bray extended his fist, and Sandro bumped it without hesitation. A silent agreement. Sister Abigail was officially born.

As Sandro and Bray continued talking, a new set of voices filled the hallway. From the other end, Nicole and April approached, chatting with Davina, Rebecca, and Brianna.

It was clear from the way they were interacting that Dusty and Steve had pitched something new for Davina and Rebecca, pushing them into the spotlight now that April's attempts to regain the FCW Divas Championship had ended with Nicole's victory.

Nicole and April spotted Sandro, but they kept their reactions controlled, careful not to let anything slip. Their relationship was still a well kept secret, one they intended to keep that way. Instead of rushing to him, they played it cool, turning their attention to Bray instead.

"Bray, that was an incredible debut," Nicole said with a professional smile. "You looked right at home in that ring."

April nodded, adding, "Seriously, your presence, your whole vibe? It's different. It's memorable. That's what's gonna set you apart."

Bray grinned. "I appreciate that. Means a lot, especially coming from you two."

Sandro, watching from the sideline, couldn't help but smirk. He could see it, the way Nicole and April subtly avoided looking at him too much, the way they carefully measured their reactions. He lived for this kind of thing.

Couldn't hold himself, he showed a teasing grin, he cleared his throat. "Wow. Compliments for Bray, huh? That's cute. But, uh… not even a word for your beloved FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion?" He placed a hand dramatically over his heart. "I'm wounded."

Nicole rolled her eyes, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, please."

April, on the other hand, giggled, quickly covering her mouth to stifle the laugh.

Bray raised an eyebrow, glancing between them. "Am I missing something here?"

Sandro gave him an exaggerated shrug. "Nah, man. Just appreciating the fact that some people can be so supportive… while others seem to have forgotten who they're supposed to be rooting for."

Nicole scoffed, shaking her head. "We'll see you later, champ."

Sandro chuckled, lowering his voice just enough so that only Nicole and April could hear. "Meet me in the parking lot after I get changed."

They gave him the faintest nod before heading off with Davina, Rebecca, and Brianna.

Bray watched them leave, then turned back to Sandro with a smirk. "You're enjoying this way too much."

Sandro shrugged. "What can I say? I like keeping things… interesting."

After a quick shower and a change into his regular clothes, Sandro made his way out to the parking lot where Nicole and April were waiting by his car.

They had just reached for the car door when—

"OHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The loud, drawn-out reaction made all three of them freeze.

Turning around slowly, Sandro saw a familiar group standing nearby, watching them with exaggerated, teasing expressions.

Kofi Kingston.

Drew McIntyre.

Sheamus.

Nick Nemeth.

Taylor Rotunda.

Stu Sanders.

And every single one of them looked like they had just discovered the biggest scandal of the decade.

Sheamus folded his arms across his chest, smirking. "Well, well, well… what do we have here fella?"

Nick grinned. "Looks like Sandro's been very busy outside the ring."

Taylor whistled. "Two girlfriends, huh? Damn, man. Respect."

Sandro sighed dramatically, rubbing a hand down his face. "I hate all of you."

Nicole, trying to suppress a laugh, nudged April. "I told you we should've waited."

April this time didn't giggle but groaned, shaking her head. "Great. Now we're never gonna hear the end of this."

Kofi, who had already known about the relationship, decided to play along, mostly to avoid another round of Sandro's scolding, which he had endured way too much after teasing Sandro when he found out.

He crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Sandro… is there something you'd like to tell us?"

Sandro stared at him, deadpan. "Kofi, I swear to God—"

Drew chuckled, stepping forward. "Y'know, I did think it was a little odd how both Nicole and April were always watching your matches so closely."

Stu smirked. "Should've known. The man gets all the gold and all the women."

Sandro threw up his hands. "Y'all are acting like I don't deal with enough already!"

Kofi put a hand on Sandro's shoulder, looking as if he was holding back laughter. "Brother. Just accept it. This is your life now."

April hearing this rolled her eyes. "Oh my God. You're all so dramatic."

Nicole, still laughing, shook her head. "This is going to be a long night, huh?"

Sandro sighed, glancing between his friends, his two girlfriends, and the ridiculousness of the moment. He should've known this secret wouldn't last forever.

With a smirk, he threw an arm around both Nicole and April, pulling them close. "Fine," he said, looking straight at the guys. "Y'all wanna make a big deal out of this? Go ahead. But just know, this only makes me more powerful." The group erupted into laughter, the moment shifting from teasing to camaraderie.

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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