Becoming A Wrestler

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And through it all, the crowd chanted again. "WAR GAMES! WAR GAMES! WAR GAMES!" Sandro meanwhile stared up at Dusty's retreating form, then back at the cage graphic now lighting up the screen. Slowly, a smile, small, cold, and cruel, curled on his lips. War Games had been declared. And the countdown to destruction had begun.

Meanwhile, the internet was on fire.

Within minutes of Dusty Rhodes' thunderous War Games announcement, hashtags began to trend: #WarGames, #UndisputedSystem, #TeamFCW&TNA, and #SandroVsTheWorld lit up Twitter and the internet. The FCW and TNA official forums were overloaded, the servers momentarily freezing under the surge of passionate, unrelenting fan traffic.

Everyone had something to say.

"Did y'all see Dusty? The man just BODIED everyone and booked the match of the year!"

"Sandro's cooked. Ain't no way he surviving those legends locked in a cage with him. #TeamFCW&TNA"

"People forget, Sandro already WON a War Games match. He's battle tested at that structure. And with Ryback, Big E, Drew, and Stu? That's a freakin' army. Don't sleep. #UndisputedSystemWin"

"Mick Foley. Kurt Angle. STING. That's three legends, two Hall of Famers and a future one. Sandro's going 1-1. Bet on it."

"Nah, y'all don't understand Sandro's ring IQ. He's manipulative. He's precise. And Stu is his mirror. I'm rooting for Team Undisputed System."

Clips of the announcement, Dusty yelling "WAR GAMES!" with the crowd erupting like a volcano w eree instantly cut into highlight reels, memes, and even tribute videos.

Edits of Sandro's smug smirk juxtaposed with Dusty's firestorm of a promo circulated like wildfire. Wrestling podcasts went live instantly, YouTube reaction videos began uploading by the hour, and the comment sections of both FCW and TNA were full of heated, all caps debates about the outcome.

The buzz was impossible to ignore.

This wasn't just a match.

It was the match.

A battle of generations. A battle of values. A battle of dominance.

And while the world debated, one man stepped away from the chaos.

Sandro pulled his car into a side lot behind a quiet, dimly lit café tucked away just near the FCW Headquarter. The adrenaline from the arena brawl was still simmering in his veins, but that wasn't what was on his mind anymore. Not right now.

Tonight was about something else entirely.

He exhaled deeply, checking his reflection in the rearview mirror. His hair was still a little messy, shirt collar a bit rumpled from the earlier scuffle, and he had a thin cut on his cheekbone that he hadn't even noticed until now as he couldn't feel the pain after all. He ran a hand through his hair, fixing it up, then grabbed his phone, checking the time.

She was already inside.

Stepping out of the car, he smoothed his shirt, adjusted his cuffs, and walked into the café.

The bell above the door gave a soft chime as he entered. It was cozy, quiet, candlelit. The kind of place you didn't stumble upon by accident. It was secluded, intentionally off the grid. A sanctuary. And near the window, seated with both hands clasped nervously around her coffee cup, was Alexa Bliss.

She looked up as he entered, her expression easing when she saw him, eyes softening, lips curling into a nervous but sweet smile. Her blonde hair was tucked behind her ear, and despite the soft lighting, he could tell she'd done her makeup just for tonight, subtle but perfect.

Sandro walked over slowly, letting himself take in the moment before sitting across from her.

"Hey," he said gently.

"Hey," she replied, a little breathless.

He flagged the waiter, ordering his usual black coffee. Then he turned his full attention back to her. No noise, no distractions, no crowd screaming his name or booing his guts out. Just them.

And now came the part that had been weighing on his chest all week.

He reached across the table, taking both of her hands in his. Alexa blinked, caught off guard by the seriousness in his face. Her cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink.

He didn't rush. He wanted this to be right.

"Alexa," he began, his voice low, intimate, "I've been thinking a lot. About everything. About you. About us."

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but he squeezed her hands gently, asking silently for a moment more.

"I've never been on a lot of dates in my life until I'm with April and Nikki. So I never had a lot of moments where I thought I knew what I wanted. But after our first date… and then the next, and the next… something started to shift. At first, I still thought of you as this amazing friend I see as a sister. Someone I cared about deeply but in a different way. But it changed."

Alexa's eyes widened slightly, and he could see her breath catch.

"Something about you, about how you listen, how you look at me when I speak, how you laugh even when you're nervous…" He chuckled softly, and she gave a shy giggle at that. "It got to me. And I knew, I knew, I couldn't ignore it anymore."

He took another breath, steeling himself.

"I talked to April. I talked to Nikki. I told them both what I was feeling. And I made sure they were okay with it, because I respect them, and I respect you. And Nikki, well… she gave me a guilt trip and told me I owe her a year's worth of cuddles and late night love talks."

Alexa laughed through a choked breath, tears starting to well in her eyes.

"And April just said it plain. She said some long worth a but I hirtej it for you, in a summary she says, 'If she makes you happy, don't waste a single second.'"

Sandro smiled.

"So here I am. Not as the guy in the spotlight. Not the champion or the brawler or the so called king. Just me. A guy asking… if you'd like to be my girlfriend."

He paused, giving her the out.

"I know it's a poly relationship. I know it's not what everyone's used to. And if that's something you're not ready for, I'd understand. I wouldn't want you to say yes just for me. I want you to say yes because it's what you want too."

Alexa didn't speak immediately.

She was blinking fast now, trying not to cry, but failing.

"You idiot," she whispered, sniffling, "You really thought I'd say no?"

He smiled, shaking his head.

"I just had to be sure.".

"I've been terrified, Sandro," she said softly. "I was scared I was going to fall harder than you. Scared you will just think of this as a phase or decide to reject me or, God, I don't know. I kept replaying every moment in my head, wondering if you were going to change your mind."

He reached up, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

"I haven't changed my mind. Not even for a second.".

Alexa squeezed his hands tight.

"Then yes. A thousand times yes. I want to be your girlfriend."

The floodgates opened. She laughed through her tears, and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently to hers across the table. No cameras. No fans. Just the two of them, under the soft flicker of candlelight, hearts exposed and unburdened.

With the two of them officially in a relationship, Sandro and Alexa spent the next hour inside the cozy café in a warm, quiet bubble that felt completely separate from the chaos of the wrestling world. The candlelight flickered softly on their faces as they leaned across the table, hands still linked, drinks forgotten.

With the weight of his confession lifted and her heartfelt acceptance, the air between them felt lighter, more intimate. They talked, really talked, for the first time in a way that went beyond casual jokes and backstage camaraderie. Personal things. Stories that never made it into their usual conversations. Vulnerabilities they hadn't dared share before when they were just "friends."

Eventually, the candle had burned down low and the waiter subtly reminded them the café was closing. Sandro asked for the bill, refusing to let her split it, and then helped her up with a quiet chuckle. "Come on," he said. "I'm driving you home."

They walked out under the dim streetlights, the soft Florida breeze brushing against their skin. He opened the car door for her like a gentleman, earning a bashful thank you and a shy glance from Alexa. Her cheeks were tinged pink, and it only deepened when he closed the door with a quiet smile before walking around to the driver's side.

The ride to her apartment was peaceful. No music, just the quiet hum of the road and the occasional glance exchanged between them. Every time their eyes met, Alexa would look away first, smiling to herself like someone caught in the middle of a dream she wasn't ready to wake up from.

When they finally arrived, Sandro pulled into the parking spot just outside her building. The engine purred to a stop, and for a moment, neither moved. Then, with a sense of quiet resolve, Sandro stepped out, walking swiftly around the front to her side. He opened the passenger door with a grin.

"Milady," he teased gently.

Alexa laughed under her breath, her face a shade redder than before. "Thank you, kind sir," she replied in a soft, playful tone as she stepped out. But before she could retreat up the steps, she felt him lingering close.

She turned her head slightly and that's when she saw it. That look in his eyes. Soft. Intense. Focused solely on her.

Sandro's gaze dropped to her lips, then back up to her eyes.

And she knew.

Her heart thundered in her chest, like it was trying to punch its way out. Her breath caught in her throat. And still… she closed her eyes, leaning in slightly, trusting him completely.

He leaned down, slow and steady, giving her every chance to pull away.

She didn't.

Their lips met.

It wasn't a hungry kiss. There was no rush, no heat of desperation. Just warmth. Tenderness. A connection that felt deeper than words. Her lips were soft beneath his, and her fingers gently curled into the fabric of his shirt.

Seconds passed. Ten, fifteen… maybe more.

When he finally pulled back, her face was a blazing shade of red. She kept her eyes closed for a moment longer, trying to savor every last lingering sensation of the kiss. Her breath hitched as she finally opened them and looked up at him.

Sandro reached up and gently brushed the top of her head, his touch soothing. "You should head in. It's late."

Alexa bit her lip, cheeks burning, and nodded slowly. "Yeah… okay."

She hesitated, then stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist in a quick but heartfelt hug. "Thank you… for tonight," she whispered.

He chuckled softly, hugging her back. "Anytime."

She pulled away and walked toward the building door, but just before she entered, she turned around and held up her hand, waving it cutely with that same red cheeked, sweet smile.

Sandro smiled back and waved once.

Once she disappeared inside, he shook his head, grinning like a fool, and got back into his car. The engine rumbled to life, and he drove off toward his luxury apartment, heart light and soul content.

But neither of them noticed the figure hiding across the street behind the tree line.

The man stepped out of the shadows, camera clutched in his hand, breath short with excitement. He was barely twenty four, a newbie paparazzi still trying to find his first big break. Today had just been a casual start, he'd been lounging at that cozy café, sipping bad coffee and nursing worse ideas.

But then he saw him.

Sandro Zhang.

The son of Jack Zhang. The heir to Nexum Core. A man who was not only a rising investment star but had also stormed onto the wrestling scene with unmatched charisma and controversy.

And now, he'd just witnessed Sandro sharing an intimate moment with a woman.

The guy had almost fallen out of his chair when he realized who the girl was.

Alexa Bliss.

The up and coming female rookie of FCW who'd only debuted late last year. A fresh face, a rising talent, and now apparently in a relationship with one of the most talked about men in the industry?

The shutter clicked several times in rapid succession, catching the hug… the kiss… the looks. Oh yeah. This was gold.

The man smirked and quickly dialed a few numbers. His voice was smug and confident as he said, "Hey, I've got something you'll want. Big scoop. Sandro Zhang. Alexa Bliss. Romantic. Got pictures. Interested?"

Within minutes, multiple entertainment magazine and sites alongside wrestling sites were ringing back. One of them even offered triple his asking price on the spot. The deal was done. And unknown to both Sandro and Alexa, the countdown to chaos had begun for not just the two of them but the wrestling world as well.

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Name: Alessandro Zhang

Age: 20 (2010)

Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA

Brand: FCW

Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles

Faction: The Undisputed System

Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion