Becoming A Wrestler

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"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice carrying that signature southern charm, "I wanna thank y'all for comin' out tonight, showin' love to our FCW Superstars. And lemme tell ya somethin', tonight, we ain't just havin' any ol' main event, nah, we're makin' history, baby!"

The crowd buzzed with excitement.

"See, our FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, Sandro Zhang, has been provin' time and time again that he's the real deal. But champions gotta be tested, gotta be pushed to their limits! So tonight…" Dusty let the anticipation build, glancing around the packed arena.

The tension was thick. Fans leaned forward in their seats.

"…tonight, Sandro ain't just defendin' his title in a regular match anymore, he's goin' through a GAUNTLET MATCH!"

The gasp from the crowd was immediate, followed by a deafening roar of cheers. A gauntlet match? That meant Sandro would have to face multiple opponents back to back with no rest in between.

Sandro exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair as he absorbed the news.

"And I ain't talkin' 'bout just anybody," Dusty continued. "Nah, these challengers? They've been handpicked by myself and FCW management, and they're ready to take their shot at the champ!"

With that, the lights dimmed, and a familiar guitar riff blasted through the speakers.

"Cult of Personality" hit, and the crowd went wild as Sandro walked out onto the stage, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. He locked eyes with Dusty, nodding in acknowledgment before making his way down the ramp, soaking in the electric atmosphere.

Sliding into the ring, Sandro handed his title to the referee and rolled his shoulders, getting loose. He knew what was coming. No turning back now.

Then, his first opponent's music hit.

Billy Kidman.

The reaction from the crowd was a mix of mild boos and some nostalgia fueled cheers. Kidman, despite his talent, had been playing the arrogant heel role in FCW, and tonight was no different. He walked down the ramp with a cocky smirk, dismissing the fans' reactions with a wave of his hand.

Sandro cracked his knuckles. He and Kidman had never faced off before, but he already watched some tapes to learn about him, and he knew this was going to be fast paced and technical.

The ring announcer stepped forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a GAUNTLET MATCH for the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, from Allentown, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 195 pounds, Billy Kidman!"

Kidman raised his arms, smirking as the crowd's boos intensified.

"And his opponent, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, Sandro Zhang!"

The pop for Sandro was huge.

The referee held up the championship, displaying it to both competitors before passing it off to ringside. He checked both men, then signaled for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Sandro and Kidman circled each other, the intensity clear from the start.

They locked up in the center of the ring. Kidman, knowing he was at a strength disadvantage, quickly transitioned into a side headlock, trying to use his speed. Sandro shoved him off, sending him into the ropes. Kidman rebounded, ducked under a clothesline attempt, and came flying back with a quick dropkick to Sandro's knee.

Sandro staggered but didn't go down.

Kidman pressed the advantage, hitting the ropes again and going for a running hurricanrana, but Sandro caught him!

With impressive strength, Sandro tries to counter it into a powerbomb, but Kidman adjusts in mid air, reversing into a frankensteiner that sends Sandro rolling across the mat!

The crowd popped for the fast exchange.

Both men were up in a flash, and Kidman came at Sandro again, looking for a spinning heel kick. But Sandro dodged, catching Kidman from behind and hitting a release German suplex!

Kidman crashed to the mat, arching his back in pain.

Sandro didn't let up. He grabbed Kidman and pulled him up, looking for a vertical suplex, but Kidman slipped out, landing behind him. Before Sandro could react, Kidman hit a jumping enzuigiri right to the side of his head!

Sandro stumbled into the mat lying down and Kidman wasted no time, climbing to the top rope.

The crowd knew what was coming.

Kidman took a deep breath, then leaped off with a Shooting Star Press!

But Sandro rolled out of the way at the last second, causing Kidman to crash hard into the mat, clutching his ribs.

Sandro got to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs. He grabbed Kidman and kicked him right in the left knee, and then ran to the ropes…

DRAGON SHOT!

Kidman was hit right on the jaw, his body fell backward and went limp as Sandro immediately hooked the leg.

One… Two… THREE!

The bell rang, and the crowd erupted as Sandro had won the first fall. But he had no time to celebrate this victory.

As soon as the referee called for the pin, an entrance music hit right away.

His next opponent was on the way.

Sandro took a deep breath, wiping sweat from his brow. One down, three to go. The next challenger stepped through the curtain, and the crowd's reaction shifted into loud boos.

GAVIN SPEARS.

A smug grin was plastered across Gavin's face as he sauntered down the ramp, knowing he had the advantage of being fresh while Sandro had already endured a match.

Sandro rolled his shoulders, preparing himself. This was going to be a fight.

As soon as Gavin slid into the ring, the referee signaled for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Sandro barely had time to react before Gavin rushed him, tackling him into the corner and unloading on him with hard forearms to the jaw.

The gauntlet was just getting started.

Gavin Spears wasted no time pressing his advantage, hammering Sandro with forearm after forearm in the corner. Each strike landed with a sickening thud, the impact echoing through the arena. Sandro tried to cover up, but Spears was relentless, grabbing his wrist and yanking him into a stiff short-arm lariat that nearly took his head off.

Sandro hit the mat hard, shaking his head as he rolled to his knees. Spears smirked, backing up before launching forward with a vicious basement dropkick that sent Sandro sprawling into the corner. The crowd groaned at the impact.

"Gavin Spears is wrestling like a man possessed!" one of the commentators shouted. "He knows this is his opportunity to make a name for himself at the champion's expense!"

Spears dragged Sandro up by his hair and lit up his chest with a knife-edge chop that cracked like a gunshot.

WOOOOOOO!

Another chop.

WOOOOOOO!

Sandro gritted his teeth, refusing to back down. He fired back with a chop of his own, staggering Spears.

The two started trading chops in the center of the ring, each blow harder than the last. The crowd was eating it up, roaring with every strike. Spears went for a wild haymaker, but Sandro ducked under and caught him with a sharp European uppercut that sent him reeling.

Sandro followed up with a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling Spears over, then hit the ropes—only for Spears to cut him off with a lightning-fast superkick! Sandro's head snapped back, and he crumpled to a knee.

Spears seized the moment, grabbing Sandro in a front face lock and muscling him up into a suplex position—only to transition into a brutal brainbuster! Sandro's body bounced off the mat, and Spears immediately rolled into a cover.

One! Two—kickout!

Sandro wasn't done yet.

Spears shook his head, frustration creeping in. He pulled Sandro up again, but Sandro exploded with a desperate belly-to-belly suplex, tossing Spears across the ring!

The crowd roared as both men lay on the mat, breathing heavily.

They pulled themselves up, glaring at each other before launching into an all-out brawl. Sandro threw forearm after forearm, while Spears answered with blistering elbow shots. Neither man was giving an inch.

Spears suddenly ducked a wild swing and hit the ropes, coming back with a shotgun dropkick that sent Sandro stumbling through the ropes to the outside.

Spears saw his opening and took off running, SUICIDE DIVE!

But Sandro caught him!

With an incredible show of strength, Sandro adjusted mid-air and PLANTED Spears with a vicious belly-to-belly on the ringside floor! The crowd lost their minds.

"Good God, Spears might be broken in half!" the commentator shouted.

Sandro, feeling the momentum shift, climbed onto the apron and entered the ring heading toward the opposite rope. He then took a deep breath before running and leaping, TOPE CON HILO! He crashed down onto Spears, both men sprawled out in a heap at ringside!

The referee's count had reached five before Sandro rolled Spears back into the ring. He followed, waiting as Spears stumbled to his feet.

SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK!

Sandro nailed it perfectly, sending Spears rolling across the canvas. The champ roared, slapping his chest, signaling that he was about to end it.

But Spears had other plans.

Sandro reached for him—only for Spears to snatch him up out of nowhere and hoist him onto his shoulders.

C4!

The Running Death Valley Driver connected, and the crowd gasped.

Spears hooked the leg.

One! Two!—NO!

Sandro kicked out at the last second!

Spears couldn't believe it. He smacked the mat in frustration, then got to his feet and climbed to the middle rope, waiting for Sandro to rise.

As soon as Sandro stood, Spears leaped, only for Sandro to counter with a stiff big boot to the face! Spears crumpled to the mat, dazed.

Sandro wasted no time. He grabbed Spears and set him up, as he ran to the ropes and grabbed Spears's head…

DRAGON TWIST CUTTER!

Spears was out cold as his head hit the mat hard, and Sandro hooked the leg.

One! Two! Three!

The bell rang, and the crowd erupted. Sandro had survived another round, but he was clearly exhausted, chest rising and falling rapidly as he lay on the mat.

But there was no rest.

Another entrance theme hit and it was Rybacks.

The entire arena shook by the boos from the crowd as the monstrous Ryback stepped onto the stage. The intensity in the air shifted instantly as the crowd let out loud chorus of boo.

"This just got a whole lot worse for Sandro!" the commentator exclaimed. "He's already been through two grueling matches, and now he has to deal with a FRESH Ryback?!"

Ryback marched down the ramp with a sinister grin, rolling his neck from side to side. He climbed into the ring, towering over Sandro, who was using the ropes to pull himself up.

The referee barely had time to signal for the bell before Ryback charged.

DING DING DING!

Ryback RAMMED into Sandro like a freight train, nearly flipping him over the top rope. Sandro hit the mat hard, groaning as Ryback grabbed him by the waist and effortlessly launched him across the ring with a brutal overhead belly-to-belly suplex!

Sandro tumbled, holding his back in pain, as Ryback stalked him like a predator.

"FINISH IT!" Ryback bellowed, pumping his arms as he loomed over his battered opponent.

Ryback dragged Sandro up, lifting him with ease into a gorilla press, showcasing his raw power. He walked around the ring with Sandro high above his head before dropping him gut first onto his knee. Sandro gasped, rolling onto the mat in agony.

The ref knelt down to check on Sandro, but Ryback shoved him aside.

The monster grabbed Sandro by the head, dragging him up, only for Sandro to throw a desperate elbow to Ryback's jaw!

It barely fazed him.

Ryback smirked and responded with a clubbing forearm to Sandro's spine, dropping him to his knees.

"This is getting uncomfortable to watch," the commentator said. "Sandro has taken an absolute beating tonight, and now he's in there with this brute."

Ryback pulled Sandro up, throwing him into the corner with enough force that Sandro nearly collapsed on impact. Ryback backed up, then CHARGED for a huge body avalanche!

But Sandro moved!

Ryback crashed chest-first into the turnbuckles, stumbling back.

Sandro, summoning every ounce of strength, launched himself onto the middle rope, SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT!

The crowd exploded as Ryback's head SPIKED into the mat! Both men were down, the energy in the arena electric. Sandro crawled to the ropes, using them to pull himself up. Ryback shook off the cobwebs, glaring at Sandro with rage. They locked eyes. And just like that, they CHARGED at each other.

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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