Becoming A Wrestler

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But Drew wasn't staying down. As Creed went for a second rope moonsault, Drew rolled away and immediately exploded upward, catching Creed mid air with a wicked and devastating headbutt that he called the Glasgow Kiss, which he introduced as his new signature move.

Creed collapsed.

The crowd groaned as Drew dragged him up with one hand and hoisted him for a delayed vertical suplex, holding Creed in the air for nearly ten seconds before slamming him to the mat with authority.

Drew went for a cover.

One… Two…

Kickout.

Drew didn't waste time. He pulled Creed back up and whipped him into the ropes. On the rebound, Creed ducked a clothesline, hit the ropes again—

But Drew caught him and launched him with an overhead belly to belly suplex!

Creed landed hard.

Drew stalked, slow and deliberate, like a lion savoring the kill.

He grounded Creed with a series of stiff stomps to the limbs. Then he grabbed a chinlock and wrenched Creed's neck at an awkward angle, forcing the champion to scream out in pain.

Creed fed off the chants.

"CREED! CREED! CREED!"

He fought to his knees. Then to his feet. Elbows to the gut. He broke the hold.

Creed ran to the ropes—

Drew caught him for a tilt a whirl backbreaker! And then another! And then transitioned right into a spine shattering sidewalk slam!

Cover again!

One… Two…

Kickout again!

Creed refused to die.

Drew slammed the mat in frustration. Then he got in the referee's face, telling him to count faster. The crowd booed loudly as Drew signaled for the Claymore.

He stomped the mat, building up his run—

But Creed collapsed before Drew could even charge.

Drew stood over him, mocking him. He leaned down to talk trash—

ROLL UP OUTTA NOWHERE!

One… Two…

KICKOUT!

Creed popped up and hit a jawbreaker!

Drew staggered—

CREED WITH A JUMPING ENZIGURI!

Then a springboard clothesline! The crowd erupted!

Creed was on fire.

Drew tried to get up—

Creed charged and hit the Basement Dropkick to the temple!

Creed climbed the turnbuckle.

BOOM! He flew off with a diving clothesline!

Then he stood tall, fired up, pulling his elbow pad down—

He bounced off the top turnbuckle and dropped a Spinning Elbow Drop! Then he roared and pointed to the top rope again.

The crowd rose with him as he climbed.

He's going for it! Tenay shouted. He's looking for the CreeDDT!

Creed steadied himself at the top as Drew struggled to his feet. Then Creed launched himself off—

CREEDDT!!!

He spiked Drew's head into the canvas with picture-perfect precision!

Cover!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE — NO!!!!

DREW KICKS OUT!!!

The arena collectively gasped in shock.

Creed sat up, hands on his head, staring at the referee. He couldn't believe it. Neither could the fans. Some even shouted, "THAT WAS THREE!"

But it wasn't.

Drew McIntyre was still alive.

Creed slowly pulled himself up, breathing heavily. Sweat poured down his face. He looked to the corner again.

He nodded.

The fans stood.

He climbed the top turnbuckle once more, taking aim for a second CreeDDT.

Drew was barely on his feet, legs wobbling.

Creed launched again—

But at the very last second, Drew ducked out of the way!

Creed landed on his feet, twisted around—

CLAYMORE!!!!

DREW HIT THE CLAYMORE OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

Creed's body crumpled like a ragdoll.

Drew dropped to his knees, crawled forward, and hooked the leg tightly.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

DING DING DING.

The crowd exploded in boos.

The ring announcer made it official:

"Here is your winner… AND NEWWWW FCW North American Champion… DREW McINTYREEEEE!!!"

Wade Barrett, Ryback, Big E, and Alexa Bliss stormed the ring to join him.

Drew was handed the title and stood tall, raising it high as pyro shot from the turnbuckles. Alexa kissed his cheek, and Wade clapped with a knowing grin.

One of the commentator's voices was low, but clear. "This changes everything, Don. The Undisputed System now holds one of FCW's prestigious titles, fulfilling their dream of all members holding gold. And the worst part? I think this is a sign of a good beginning for Undisputed System."

His partner replied, "This isn't just a title win. It's a warning. The Undisputed System isn't going anywhere… and now they've got one gold to back their threat."

Austin Creed was still lying out in the corner, barely conscious, eyes fluttering as medical staff came to check on him.

Meanwhile Drew was holding the FCW North American Championship high, boos raining down from the crowd, but he doesn't care as he and the Undisputed System standing triumphant.

The air inside the FCW arena still hadn't settled since Drew McIntyre's controversial victory. Fans were still buzzing, some in shock, others outraged, as Drew held the FCW North American Championship like a declaration of war.

The Undisputed System had now secured its first title within the company, and the writing was on the wall. This was no longer just a faction. This was a movement, slowly wrapping its tendrils around the foundation of FCW.

As medical staff helped a barely conscious Austin Creed up the ramp, the ring was cleared. The commentary team tried to shift focus, but murmurs in the crowd continued. Everyone was waiting for the next storm to hit and unbeknownst to them it didn't take long.

Several matches and promos later, the arena lights dimmed slightly. A familiar, arrogant smirk filled the titantron screen, and boos erupted before the first beat of the Undisputed System's entrance theme even hit.

A wave of jeers washed over the arena as Wade Barrett stepped through the curtain, dressed in a sleek black tailored suit. His stride was calculated, shoulders broad and chest out, microphone in hand. On either side of him emerged Big E and Ryback, both in full ring gear, representing the Undisputed System.

The trio walked slowly down the ramp. Wade led the charge, eyes fixed on the ring like it was already theirs. Behind him, Big E cracked his neck while Ryback rolled his shoulders with a twisted smirk, both feeding off the crowd's hatred like fuel.

The commentary tried to keep up with the shifting momentum.

"After what we just witnessed with Drew," Mike Tenay said with gravity, "you get the sense the Undisputed System is far from done tonight."

Don West added, "They're making a statement every single week, Mike. Every time they walk down that ramp, it's like they're tearing another piece off of FCW's walls."

Once inside the ring, Wade paced calmly. Big E and Ryback stood behind him like sentinels. Wade tapped the microphone twice, and the jeers only grew louder.

He raised the mic to his lips, smiling like a man who knew he had already won.

"Ladies and gentlemen of Florida Championship Wrestling," he began with a condescending sneer, "you may not like what's happening… but you'd better get used to it. Because the age of the Undisputed System has officially begun."

The fans erupted into louder boos. Wade waited, basking in the noise.

"I stand before you not only as the best dressed man in this building, but as the appointed voice of our great leader, Sandro Zhang."

That name drew a wave of mixed reactions: boos, chants, even a few cheers from defiant fans. Sandro's influence was spreading, and the fans knew it.

Wade continued.

"And tonight… I'm out here to deliver a very specific message. You see these two monsters behind me?* He gestured back to Big E and Ryback. "These two men, machines, already took the fight to your beloved Tag Team Champions last week. And they won. Dominantly."

The crowd jeered again, many shouting "WITH HELP!" and "CHEATERS!"

Wade leaned on the ropes, almost grinning. "I heard that. Yes, yes… cry all you want. But a win is a win, and in this business, victories earn opportunities. And now, Big E and Ryback demand their rightful shot… right here, right now… for the FCW Tag Team Championships."

The crowd turned venomous.

"We're not asking," Wade added with icy calm. "We're demanding. If the Wyatt Family doesn't come out here and accept our challenge, then we will hijack this show. For as long as it takes."

Big E and Ryback nodded grimly behind him, staring into the hard camera.

"Don't test us," Wade added. "Because I assure you, we're not bluffing."

The crowd erupted in boos again. Fans were furious, especially after what happened in the non title match the week before, where Wade and Drew had interfered, giving Big E and Ryback the win over the Tag Champs under controversial circumstances.

Suddenly, the lights went out.

A sharp static sound pierced the arena.

Then, on the titantron, eerie black and white flashes: the haunting glow of a lantern, the fog covered swamps, a flickering lightbulb, a creaking rocking chair, all intercut with ghostly images of Erick Rowan, Luke Harper, and finally… Bray Wyatt.

The sound of the crowd turned from fury to fervor.

Then… the music hit.

"He's got the whole world… in his hands…"

A chilling chant bled into the Wyatt Family's entrance theme. The crowd erupted with a thunderous ovation.

At the top of the ramp appeared Bray Wyatt, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship strapped around his waist, holding his lantern in one hand. Behind him stood Luke Harper and Erick Rowan, each with the FCW Tag Team Titles slung over their shoulders and sheep masks covering their faces.

The camera zoomed in on Bray's eyes, wide, wild, knowing.

The trio slowly made their way down the ramp as the crowd sang along, creating an almost cult like atmosphere. Bray reached the bottom of the ramp, blew out the lantern and the lights returned.

He stepped into the ring, taking his place opposite Wade, Big E, and Ryback, while Harper and Rowan flanked him.

Bray raised the microphone.

Wade opened his mouth to speak again, but Bray cut in first, calm, deliberate, his southern drawl like molasses hiding a knife.

"Wade Barrett… Big E… Ryback…" he said with a twisted grin, "you boys keep knockin' on doors, and you don't even ask who's on the other side…"

Bray let out a low chuckle, pacing in front of his followers.

"You wanna play with the monsters in the dark, don't ya?" Bray's voice began to rise. "You wanna go knockin' on death's door, beggin' for titles? That's the same mistake Sandro made a long time ago. And look at him now… spreadin' poison, tryin' to pull the whole world down with him."

The crowd was roaring now, eating up every word.

Wade fired back, stepping forward with no hesitation.

"You're confusing fear with facts, Bray. Sandro saw through you. Just like we all do now. Your time, your reign, is almost over."

Bray stepped forward too, nose to nose with Wade.

"You can make all the threats you want," Bray whispered, "but the Tag Titles… they stay with my family. And if you think we're afraid of you… you ain't been listenin'."

Just as things looked ready to explode, Rowan and Ryback growling, Harper and Big E pacing, Dusty Rhodes' music hit.

The crowd erupted again as the American Dream himself walked out in a cream colored suit, flanked by FCW producers and referees, microphone in hand.

"Now hold it right there, boys," Dusty said as he approached the ring, voice booming. "We ain't turnin' this into a riot. Not on my show. Not on my watch."

He climbed the steps and entered the ring between the two trios, raising a hand to calm the tension.

"I hear what everybody's sayin'," Dusty continued. "I heard the challenge. I saw the match last week. And I know this audience right here in Tampa wants to see a fight!"

The fans exploded in cheers.

Dusty turned to Bray and his brothers. "You boys holdin' the gold, and that means you're gonna have to prove you deserve to keep it."

He turned to Wade, Big E, and Ryback. "You boys think you earned a shot, and I don't like how you went about it, but tonight, in this very ring, we're gonna settle this once and for all."

The fans rose to their feet in approval.

"Tonight's main event," Dusty declared, "will be for the FCW Tag Team Championships! The Wyatt Family… against Big E and Ryback of the Undisputed System!"

The building shook.

The fans chanted "YES! YES! YES!"

Wade clapped mockingly. Bray smiled eerily. Dusty made sure both teams were escorted away before fists could fly. The match was set. The main event was official. For the rest of the night, the crowd buzzed with anticipation. Several matches and promo segments followed, some exciting, some brutal, but nothing could eclipse the storm on the horizon.

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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