Becoming A Wrestler

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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.

Both men charged at each other, and, BOOM! They collided with a thunderous double clothesline, sending both of them crashing to the mat. The impact echoed through the arena, and the crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and gasps.

"Both men are down!" one of the commentators exclaimed. "That was like two freight trains colliding in the middle of the tracks!"

The referee began the count, checking on both competitors. Sandro and Ryback stirred, groaning as they rolled to their sides, both exhausted but unwilling to stay down.

At the count of five, they started pushing themselves up, their eyes locking as they realized neither of them was staying down. Slowly, they rose to their feet at the same time, standing chest to chest, the tension thick in the air.

A test of strength was inevitable between both men was inevitable.

Ryback raised his arms, challenging Sandro. The champion didn't hesitate, locking fingers with the monster. Their muscles tensed, veins bulging as they struggled for dominance. Sandro's body was already battered from the previous two matches, but he gritted his teeth and pushed with all his might.

Ryback, fresher and more powerful, slowly began overpowering Sandro, forcing him down to a knee. The crowd started rallying behind the champion, clapping rhythmically.

Sandro, fueled by their energy, let out a roar and surged upward! His sudden burst of strength caught Ryback off guard, forcing him back a step. But Ryback snarled and yanked Sandro forward, breaking the test of strength into a knee to the gut.

And then the brawl began between the two of them.

Sandro fired back with a right hand to Ryback's jaw. Ryback responded with a punch of his own.

A right from Sandro!

A right from Ryback!

Another from Sandro! Another from Ryback!

The crowd roared with each exchange, the sheer force of their strikes reverberating through the arena. Sandro ducked under a wild swing from Ryback and countered with a stiff forearm to the face. Ryback staggered back, but rebounded off the ropes with a massive shoulder tackle, knocking Sandro off his feet!

But Sandro popped right back up!

He ran the ropes and returned the favor with a shoulder tackle of his own, but Ryback barely budged. Instead, he smirked and yanked Sandro into a belly to the belly suplex!

Sandro landed hard but refused to stay down. He rolled to his feet, only for Ryback to charge again. Sandro countered, a hip toss!

Ryback hit the mat but got up quickly. He went for another charge, but Sandro caught him in a scoop slam!

The crowd was on their feet now as Sandro went for a quick elbow drop, but Ryback rolled out of the way, popping up and grabbing Sandro from behind, going for a .German suplex!

But Sandro flipped mid air and landed on his feet!

Ryback turned around and got cracked in the jaw with a standing dropkick!

The action wasn't slowing down. Ryback staggered into the ropes, and Sandro immediately whipped him across the ring. Ryback reversed, sending Sandro instead, rebound attack! Sandro ducked under Ryback's clothesline, hit the opposite ropes, and came flying back with a leaping forearm smash!

Ryback stumbled but didn't fall. Sandro hit the ropes again, this time for a big boot to the face! Ryback's head snapped back, but the monster roared, grabbing Sandro and whipping him hard into the corner!

Sandro crashed back-first into the turnbuckles, and Ryback rushed in, a massive body avalanche to Sandro!

Sandro slumped against the corner, winded. Ryback smirked and began stomping a mudhole into him, driving boot after boot into Sandro's midsection until the referee forced him to back away.

Sandro gasped for air, using the ropes to pull himself up, but Ryback wasn't done. He ran across the ring, building momentum, dropkick to the corner!

Sandro's body folded as he dropped to the mat, clutching his ribs.

But Sandro refused to stay down. The fight spilled outside the ring!

As soon as Sandro rolled out to regroup, Ryback followed.

Ryback swung for a clothesline, but Sandro ducked under, rebounded off the barricade, and launched himself into a clothesline from hell!

Both men crashed hard onto the ringside floor.

The brawl continued.

They traded blows against the barricade. Ryback whipped Sandro toward the steel steps, but Sandro reversed it, sending Ryback crashing into the metal!

The impact rattled through the arena.

Sandro grabbed Ryback, trying to lift him for a suplex onto the floor, but Ryback blocked it. He countered, lifting Sandro up for a slam!

And then, something went wrong.

Ryback lost his grip slightly, and instead of landing flat, Sandro landed awkwardly on his side, his shoulder popped out of place.

The moment was chilling.

The referee immediately ran over, signaling for help. The commentators fell into stunned silence.

Sandro's face contorted in pain, his arm hanging limply at his side. The crowd gasped as the reality set in, he was injured.

The referee knelt beside him. "Sandro, do you need to stop?"

Sandro, breathing heavily, clenched his jaw. He shook his head.

"Give me two minutes."

The crowd watched in confusion as Sandro struggled to his feet. He staggered toward the ring post.

And then, something unexpected happened.

He turned to the crowd, specifically to the children in the front row, and shouted, "Close your eyes for 30 seconds!"

The fans were puzzled.

And then—

BAM!

Sandro slammed his dislocated shoulder into the ring post!

A scream ripped from his throat as his arm snapped back into place.

The arena went DEAD silent for a split second.

And then—

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

The chants were deafening.

The commentators lost their minds.

"My God! Sandro just put his own shoulder back in place!"

Sandro turned back to the referee, his face contorted in an acted pain expression as he couldn't feel the pain, his eyes burning with defiance.

"I can continue."

The referee hesitated for a second before nodding and signaling for the match to continue.

But Ryback was already on him.

The monster charged like a bull, but Sandro sidestepped at the last second, sending Ryback shoulder first into the steel post!

Sandro, running on pure adrenaline, rolled Ryback back into the ring. He climbed onto the apron, using one good arm to pull himself up.

The moment Ryback staggered to his feet—

SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK!

The crowd was going wild.

Sandro clutched his shoulder but fought through the pain. He grabbed Ryback's head and put him up, then ran to the ropes—

DRAGON TWIST CUTTER!

But he couldn't cover it right away. His body was failing him.

The fans were rallying, screaming for him to finish it.

Sandro used his last bit of strength, crawled over, and hooked the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell rang.

Sandro had done it.

He had survived Ryback.

But he had one more opponent left.

And as he lay on the mat, breathing heavily, as he waited for the final challenger to arrive.

The triumphant roar of the crowd was abruptly cut off by the sharp sound of a familiar entrance theme of Nick Nemeth hitting the speakers.

The arena erupted into loud, unrelenting boos as Nick Nemeth emerged from the entrance area, his trademark cocky smirk plastered across his face. Unlike the challengers before him, Nemeth didn't have a sliver of respect from the fans. He wasn't a monster like Ryback or an unhinged wildcard like the previous competitors, he was the ultimate heel.

And he basked in every second of it.

He stopped at the top of the ramp, slicking his blonde hair back with both hands, then stretched his arms out as if welcoming the chorus of hatred raining down on him.

"You're looking at the next champion!" Nemeth sneered at the crowd, pointing to himself and shaking his head in mock disappointment. "This is too easy!"

He strutted down the ramp with that signature arrogance, jawing off at the front row fans, laughing in their faces as they screamed insults at him. When he reached ringside, he turned to the commentary table, where the announcers were still buzzing over Sandro's unbelievable resilience.

"Hey, shut up! You're looking at the new champ!" he barked before climbing onto the apron, wiping his boots in a show of faux respect before slipping through the ropes.

Sandro, still on the mat, used the ropes to drag himself up. His body ached. His lungs burned. But he knew he had one more fight left in him.

Nemeth didn't waste a single second.

The moment he stepped into the ring, he sprinted at Sandro and blindsided him with a vicious elbow to the face!

The referee barely had time to react before Nemeth grabbed Sandro by the hair and started hammering him with furious right hands. Sandro, still groggy from his war with Ryback, had no time to defend himself as Nemeth drove him into the corner and continued the relentless beatdown.

The referee tried to intervene, yelling at Nemeth to back off. But Nemeth shoved him aside and continued raining down fists, his face twisted in pure aggression.

The bell rang, officially starting the match, but Nemeth was already fully in control.

He yanked Sandro from the corner and whipped him across the ring. Sandro hit the turnbuckles hard, his body nearly collapsing. Nemeth ran full speed and BLASTED him with a jumping forearm smash to the jaw!

Sandro staggered forward, and Nemeth quickly followed up with a snap DDT, planting Sandro face-first into the canvas!

Hooking the leg, Nemeth went for an early pin:

ONE!

TWO!—NO!

Sandro kicked out, and the crowd erupted in cheers!

Nemeth sat up, shaking his head, laughing to himself. "Alright, alright," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

He stood up, stalking Sandro as the champion struggled onto his hands and knees. Nemeth measured him before delivering a brutal soccer kick to his ribs!

Sandro gasped in pain, rolling onto his back, clutching his side. Nemeth didn't let up, he grabbed Sandro's arm and drove his knee straight into his injured shoulder!

The crowd booed mercilessly, but Nemeth just smirked and held his arms out again. "I told you! He's done! He's FINISHED!"

But Sandro wasn't finished.

As Nemeth reached down to grab him, Sandro exploded with a stiff right hand to the gut!

Nemeth stumbled back. Sandro, gritting his teeth through the pain, forced himself to his feet and fired off another punch!

Another!

Another!

The crowd roared as Sandro powered through the agony, adrenaline surging through his veins. He shoved Nemeth back as he lay down on the mat heavily, ran off the ropes, and leaped into the air, RUNNING SENTON!

Nemeth was crushed under Sandro's weight!

Sandro didn't waste time. He grabbed Nemeth by the wrist, yanked him up, and WHAM! leveled him with a gutwrench powerbomb!

The referee dropped for the count!

ONE!

TWO!—NEMETH KICKED OUT!

The match was far from over.

Both men began exchanging high impact moves, countering and reversing each other at every turn.

Nemeth nailed a superkick! Sandro staggered, but didn't fall. Sandro then retaliated with a northern lights suplex!

Nemeth hit a flying crossbody! But Sandro rolled through and lifted him into a fallaway slam! Nemeth is locked in a sleeper hold! Sandro powered out and hit a spinebuster!

The crowd was on their feet, the match reaching a fever pitch. And then, Nemeth got desperate. While the referee was busy checking on Sandro, Nemeth yanked off the top turnbuckle pad! The official turned just in time to see the exposed steel, but before he could do anything, A LOW BLOW!

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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