Becoming A Wrestler

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The meeting continued, with discussions on potential matchups, storylines, and how to elevate the new title. But beneath it all, there was an unspoken agreement, FCW had just hit a new level. And with the talent they had coming up, the future had never looked brighter.

The days that followed Sandro's match against Nemeth passed in a blur. The excitement and exhaustion both still lingered, but so did the high from that night.

Every time he scrolled through social media or checked the FCW forums, there was more praise, more discussions, more clips of his performance being analyzed frame by frame.

Even the wrestlers he knew from his past life and had looked up to had taken notice. CM Punk had tweeted about the match, calling it a "masterclass in resilience."

Chris Jericho mentioned it on his podcast, saying that if this was the kind of fire FCW was bringing, WWE had better start paying close attention to its developmental brand.

Even Shawn Michaels, the man people had compared him to in terms of resilience as fun talk, had posted a simple but weighty tweet, "That kid just stole the damn show on Monday, even some of RAW matches was eclipsed by it. Go FCW!"

Sandro wasn't someone who let praise get to his head, but he couldn't lie, reading those words meant something. It meant everything to him who has a second chance in life and living his dream now, a sit ea some form of acknowledgment.

And now? Now there was something else brewing.

On Friday, FCW's official Twitter and forum dropped an announcement that sent fans into a frenzy.

"Next Monday, FCW's Head of Creative, Dusty Rhodes, and FCW's Owner and Commissioner, Steve Keirn, will be making a HUGE announcement. You won't want to miss this one. Tune in on Monday!"

The fans lost its mind and speculation ran rampant.

Was FCW finally getting a TV deal? A new championship? Is a talent going up to WWE? Something completely out of left field?

The forum threads exploded with theories, and Twitter wasn't any calmer. Wrestlers in the locker room were just as curious, especially since the only people in FCW who seemed to know what was coming were the creative team and Sandro himself. And Sandro, for once, was keeping his lips sealed.

He had his own focus right now.

That Friday afternoon, Sandro zipped up his duffel bag, making sure he had everything packed for the weekend trip.

Nicole and April were already packed, their luggage neatly placed by the door, but the atmosphere in the room was charged with something else, nervous excitement.

Not because of the announcement. But because Sandro was finally going to tell his parents about his relationship with both of them, using the opportunity that tomorrow would be the grand opening for the mall's project, and since the main opening would be in Orlando, he took this chance.

April glanced at Nicole, then back at Sandro as he folded up one last shirt and tossed it into his suitcase. "So… still feeling good about talking to your parents?" she asked, trying to keep her voice casual.

Sandro zipped up his bag and exhaled. "Yeah. I mean, I know they like you both, but… this is different, you know?"

Nicole smirked. "A little different, yeah. 'Hey Mom, hey Dad, by the way, I'm dating both of these amazing women. Surprise!'"

April rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile. "I just hope they don't think we were keeping it from them for some bad reason."

Sandro shook his head. "Nah, it's not that. I just… wanted the right time, and with everything going on, it always felt like something was in the way. But now? No more waiting."

April reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "We'll be fine. They love you, and they've always been good to us. This won't change that."

Nicole nodded, though there was still a flicker of nerves in her expression. "Yeah. And honestly? I'd rather just get it out there instead of dancing around it forever."

Sandro gave them both a reassuring smile. "Then let's do it."

The three of them carried their luggage downstairs, packing them neatly into the trunk of Sandro's car. The Florida heat clung to the air as he shut the trunk with a firm push. April and Nicole climbed into the car, exchanging a quick glance, while Sandro slid into the driver's seat.

As he pulled out of the driveway, the reality of what was about to happen settled in. This wasn't just another trip home, this was the moment.

The airport was bustling, the usual chaos of travelers rushing to their gates, last minute announcements ringing overhead, and the smell of airport coffee lingering in the air.

After paying for two nights' worth of parking fees, Sandro led the way to check their bags and get their boarding passes. The process was smooth, though the anticipation in the air made it feel longer than it actually was.

Once they were through security and finally seated in their row on the plane, April let out a breath, stretching her arms. "Well, there's no turning back now."

Nicole chuckled. "Like we were going to turn back?"

Sandro grinned, shaking his head. "Not a chance."

The flight itself was several hours long, but the time passed quickly between light conversation, watching in flight movies, and Sandro occasionally dozing off. It wasn't until the captain announced their descent into Orlando that the nerves kicked back in.

After landing, they grabbed their luggage and made their way through the arrival area. The moment Sandro stepped outside, his eyes scanned the crowd until he spotted a familiar face, his father's driver, standing next to a sleek black Rolls Royce.

The older man gave a polite nod as Sandro approached. "Welcome back to Orlando, sir. I hope the flight was amazing."

Sandro smiled. "The flight was great and it's good to see you again, Henry."

The driver's gaze shifted to April and Nicole, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly composed himself. "I see we have a couple of guests today joining us, sir."

Sandro nodded. "Yeah, Henry. These are Nicole and April. They'll be staying with us for the weekend and will return with me back to Tampa."

Henry, ever the professional, gave them a respectful nod. "A pleasure to meet the both of you miss."

April and Nicole exchanged glances before greeting him in return with a friendly smile and nod. He then helped load their luggage into the trunk before opening the car doors for them.

As they settled into the luxurious interior, Nicole's fingers brushed over the leather seats. "Okay, I'm not gonna lie… this is kinda insane for me, this is just like something out of a dream."

April chuckled. "I know, right? I've never even been near a Rolls Royce and only look at it from TV or magazine, let alone inside one."

Sandro smirked as Henry started driving. "Well, enjoy the experience while you can you two."

As they rode through Orlando, Sandro engaged in small talk with Henry, asking about his father's usual activities and any updates on the business.

Henry kept things professional but warm, giving Sandro the usual rundown, Jack had been busy with the mall opening, and handling various high profile meetings, but otherwise, things had been smooth in Nexum Core as far as he knew.

The drive to the Zhang residence wasn't long, but when they finally arrived, April and Nicole were left speechless.

The mansion was massive, a perfect blend of modern elegance and traditional grandeur. The driveway alone was big enough to fit multiple cars, lined with neatly trimmed hedges and an extravagant fountain at the center.

April let out a slow whistle. "Holy… okay, this is way fancier than I expected."

Nicole just shook her head. "Sandro, your house is ridiculous, I mean ridiculously big."

Sandro chuckled, grabbing their luggage from the trunk. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Once all their things were unloaded, Sandro led them inside. As soon as they stepped through the grand entrance, the familiar scent of home washed over him. He hadn't been here in a while, but it still felt the same.

Taking a deep breath, he called out, "I'm home!"

Within moments, footsteps echoed from the dining room, and soon enough, his parents appeared. Jack Zhang, his father, exuded authority with his sharp suit and composed demeanor, while his mother, Taylor, had a warm but curious smile on her face.

Their expressions lit up upon seeing Sandro, but then their eyes landed on April and Nicole, their smiles shifting into slight confusion.

Jack glanced at Taylor before looking back at Sandro. "Son…?"

Taylor, the more intuitive one between the two, tilted her head slightly with a warm smile still on her face. "Sandro, dear… are we missing something here?"

April and Nicole exchanged nervous glances before offering small, polite waves. "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang," April said.

Nicole added, "It's nice to see you again."

Sandro cleared his throat, suddenly feeling the weight of this moment pressing down on him. He had rehearsed this in his head so many times, but now that he was standing here, with his parents watching him expectantly, his usual confidence faltered just a bit.

Taking a breath, he straightened up. "Yeah, um… so, there's something I need to tell you both, it's been weighing on my mind for a while now."

Jack raised an eyebrow but nodded his head. "Go on."

Sandro hesitated for only a second before deciding to just rip the band aid off. "April and Nicole aren't just my friends. I've… I've been in a relationship with both of them since last year."

After Sandro said that, silence reigns in between them.

For a brief moment, the only sound in the room was the faint hum of the air conditioning.

Taylor blinked as she processed the news before responding. "I—what?"

Jack's gaze flickered between the three of them, his expression unreadable. "Son, you're saying… you're dating both of them?"

Sandro nodded, standing firm. "Yes. I know it's probably unexpected, but this isn't something casual or impulsive. I care about them, both of them, and they care about me. This is real."

April and Nicole remained quiet, watching his parents' reactions carefully.

Taylor was the first to recover, pressing her lips together in thought. Jack, on the other hand, let out a slow exhale, his sharp eyes locked onto Sandro as if assessing him.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, Jack finally spoke. "Well. That's… unconventional son."

Sandro braced himself. "I know."

Jack glanced at Taylor, who gave a small shrug before turning back to their son.

Then, to Sandro's surprise, his father let out a small chuckle. "You always did like to challenge our expectations."

Sandro blinked. "Wait… so you're not—?"

Jack held up a hand. "Let's be clear, son. I am surprised. And I have… questions. But at the end of the day, you're an adult and while it's isn't normal there are several people I knew in the industry in the same sport as you, especially with the legalization of polygamy some years ago. If this is what makes you happy, then who am I to argue?"

Taylor sighed, shaking her head but smiling softly. "I just hope you know what you're doing, dear. I expected something like this when you reacted to the news of polygamy legalization we hid from you before, some way or another."

Sandro felt a weight lift off his shoulders. "I do. And I appreciate you both being open about this."

Nicole and April finally relaxed, exchanging relieved glances. Jack clapped his son on the shoulder. "Well, this should make for some interesting dinner conversation."

Sandro grinned. "You have no idea." And with that, the tension in the air melted, leaving only the warmth of family and new beginnings as they settled over at the living room, where April and Nicole were led by Taylor to sit on the couch. While Sandro and Jack were left with the luggage, where the servants soon came in and took the luggage upstairs.

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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