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He finished changing into his day clothes, black joggers and a simple FCW hoodie, before slinging his gym bag over his shoulder. With his title still in hand, he stepped out of the locker room and made his way toward the parking lot.
As he neared his car, a familiar sight made him grin. April and Nicole were already waiting for him, leaning casually against his car.
Nicole spotted him first, her eyes lighting up as she pushed off the car. "Took you long enough, babe."
April smirked. "We were starting to think you got lost."
Sandro chuckled as he unlocked the car with a press of his key fob. "Had a lot on my mind."
Without missing a beat, April slid into the passenger seat while Nicole climbed into the back. Sandro tossed his gym bag into the trunk before settling into the driver's seat.
The moment he clicked his seatbelt, he was greeted by a kiss on each cheek, April from the right, Nicole from the left.
"That," April said with a grin, "was one hell of a performance tonight."
Nicole leaned forward between the seats, her eyes gleaming. "Seriously, babe, that was insane. We had no idea you were gonna pull that off."
Sandro smirked as he started the car. "Yeah? Good. That means it worked."
April laughed. "Worked? You broke the internet! People are losing their minds over this. Half of them think you're the biggest scumbag in wrestling, and the other half think you're some kind of genius."
Nicole rested her chin on his shoulder from behind. "It was sexy as hell, too. Watching you take control like that? Whew."
Sandro chuckled, shaking his head. "Glad you two approve."
As they pulled out of the parking lot, the energy of the night still lingered between them. April pulled out her phone, scrolling through social media.
"Listen to this," she said, reading a tweet aloud. "'Sandro Zhang just changed the game. Not a face. Not a heel. Something else entirely. This is next level storytelling for a persona change. I'm hooked.' Damn, people are eating this up."
Nicole grinned. "That's because it's different. Nobody saw it coming. And now? Everyone's talking about what's next."
Sandro drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. "Yeah. And next week, I have to take it up another level."
April glanced at him. "Any ideas?"
Sandro smirked. "Oh, I've got a few."
Nicole playfully poked his cheek. "Are you gonna tell us, or do we have to wait like everyone else?"
Sandro grinned, keeping his eyes on the road. "Now, where's the fun in that?"
Nicole groaned. "Ugh, you're the worst."
April on the other hand pouted. "Not fair, babe."
Sandro let out a chuckle, shaking his head at April and Nicole's playful pouting.
"Alright, alright," he said, "while I can't tell you the full plan for next week, I can tell you what I've been thinking about for my new entrance and ring gear."
April and Nicole's eyes immediately lit up.
"Oh, now we're talking!" Nicole leaned forward between the seats again. "Tell us everything!"
April smirked. "You know fashion is our thing, babe. If you've got ideas, we wanna hear 'em."
Sandro grinned as he turned onto the highway. "I've been thinking about different ways to play into this 'rich revolutionary' persona. There's always the classic route, like Ted DiBiase, wearing full suits for the entrance, stripping down to the wrestling gear for the match. But then there's JBL, keeping it simpler, but making everything scream 'power.' I could even blend both styles or do something completely original."
Nicole tapped her chin, considering. "Mmm, a full suit could work, but you'd have to make it modern. No oversized '80s rich guy look."
April nodded. "Yeah, something sleek. Maybe like a high end three piece suit, but the kind you'd see on the cover of GQ, not something your grandpa would wear."
Nicole grinned. "Ooh, or we go old money villain, like those billionaire tycoons in movies. Long coat, gloves, maybe even a cane?"
Sandro raised an eyebrow. "A cane?"
Nicole shrugged. "Just throwing ideas out there! You could use it as a prop. Maybe not now, but down the line?"
April tapped her nails against the dashboard. "You also need to think about your actual ring gear. You don't wanna just wear plain trunks and kickpads under all that. If you're gonna own this persona, it needs to look high-end but still functional."
Sandro nodded. "I was thinking custom tights, black and gold, maybe some kind of embroidered pattern, something that looks expensive."
Nicole let out a whistle. "Oh, that would be hot."
April grinned. "Definitely. And maybe instead of regular boots, you go with something unique. Like, what if they had a slight dress shoe aesthetic to them? Just subtle enough to keep the 'money' look but still perfect for wrestling."
Sandro smirked. "I like that. Something different but still practical."
Nicole sat back. "And the entrance? Music is staying the same, right?"
Sandro nodded. "Yeah. Dusty made a good point, Cult of Personality fits no matter what path I take. But I am thinking of adding some elements to the entrance itself. Maybe a dramatic light show, maybe even something involving actual money falling from the rafters?"
April laughed. "Oh my God, Sandro, if you start raining money on people, the internet is gonna explode."
Nicole giggled. "Imagine if you only rained money on specific people in the audience, like, just the 'rich elite' seats, while everyone else gets nothing. That would piss people off in the best way."
Sandro grinned. "Now that's an idea I might use."
The three of them continued bouncing ideas around as Sandro drove home, each suggestion refining his vision for next week's show.
While Sandro was plotting his next move, another important meeting was happening. Bray Wyatt walked through the hallways of FCW Headquarters, slightly puzzled as he made his way to Dusty Rhodes' office. He had received word that Dusty and Steve Keirn wanted to speak with him, but he hadn't been given a reason.
When he reached the door, he knocked twice before hearing Dusty's familiar voice call out, "Come on in, son."
Bray stepped inside to find Dusty and Steve waiting for him, both with expressions that were more intrigued than stern.
"Take a seat, kid," Steve said, gesturing to the chair across from them.
Bray sat down, still unsure what this was about.
Steve leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. "First off, let me say, your work these past few weeks has been fantastic. Your matches, your promos, the way you've carried yourself… you're turning into something special."
Bray gave a small smile. "I appreciate that, sir. I still feel like I've got a lot more to give, though. Every match, every segment, I go back and look at what I could've done better."
Dusty nodded approvingly. "And that, son, is exactly why you're gonna go far. This business? It's about always evolving, always pushin' yourself to be more."
Bray nodded, soaking in the words. "I plan to, sir."
Steve exchanged a look with Dusty before continuing. "Now, the reason we called you in here, we've been talking with Sandro. He mentioned something very interesting to us."
Bray raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Dusty leaned forward. "He told us you've got an idea for a faction. And that you've already got two guys in mind for it."
Bray blinked, surprised. "He… he actually told you that?"
Dusty chuckled. "Damn right, he did. And he gave you full credit."
Bray exhaled, shaking his head. "Man… I mean, yeah, I have been thinking about it, but honestly? It was Sandro who really helped me put it together. I had all these ideas, but he helped me see the bigger picture."
Steve nodded. "That's good to hear. Sandro's got a great mind for this, and we're glad he's helping others grow, too. But let's talk about this faction of yours. What's the name?"
Bray's lips curled into a grin. "The Wyatt Family."
Dusty and Steve exchanged knowing glances.
"That's got legs, son," Dusty said. "Tell us more."
Bray leaned forward. "I want it to be something different. Not just a stable, but a family. Something cult like, but not in the cartoonish way, it has to feel real. A group of outcasts, misfits, people who don't fit into society's mold but find belonging with me, and I will guide them leading them like a shepherd guiding it's sheeps. And I already know the two guys who would be perfect to join me."
Dusty nodded. "Go on."
"The first guy is Thoruf Marius," Bray said. "He's been working out of Pro Wrestling NOAH's Dojo in Japan. He's massive, but moves like a man half his size. He's got this quiet intensity about him, perfect for the kind of presence I want."
Steve rubbed his chin. "I've heard of him. He's got potential."
Bray continued. "The second guy is Brodie Lee. He's been wrestling in Chikara over in Philly. He's got that wild, unhinged energy, big guy, but with this chaotic aura to him. I see him as the enforcer, the guy who stands beside me and does the talking with his fists."
Dusty and Steve exchanged another glance before Dusty leaned back in his chair, smiling. "Son… I love it."
Bray's heart pounded a little faster. "Really?"
"Really," Dusty said. "This ain't just some thrown-together faction. This is somethin' organic. You've got a vision, and that's what makes great stables stand the test of time. Now, we just gotta figure out how to make this work here."
Bray nodded, his mind already racing with ideas.
Steve smirked. "We're gonna have a lot to talk about in the coming weeks, kid. But for now? Keep doing what you're doing. And keep that fire."
Bray stood up, shaking both their hands. "I won't let you down." As he left the office, his mind was buzzing. The Wyatt Family was coming.
Days passed by in a blur of preparation and anticipation. The internet was still buzzing over Sandro's controversial stunt, with debates raging across forums and social media. Some fans were calling him a genius for blurring the lines between good and evil, while others labeled him a cheater and a fraud.
And Sandro? He loved every second of it.
Now, with the next FCW Live Show approaching, it was time to solidify his next move, starting with his new look.
Dusty had made it clear, next week, he needed to debut fresh ring gear, something that fully embodied his new persona. So, with April and Nicole by his side, he made his way to the FCW costume designer's office, ready to bring his vision to life.
As they stepped inside, the workspace was exactly what Sandro expected, fabric swatches, sketches, mannequins dressed in various prototype attires, and sewing machines humming in the background. Several designers were busy working on different projects, but the moment Sandro walked in, heads turned.
One of the lead designers, a sharp-eyed woman named Lisa, approached them with a grin. "Ah, the man of the hour. We were wondering when you'd show up."
Sandro smirked. "Yeah, figured it's time to make some magic happen."
Lisa gestured toward a large table covered in sketches and material samples. "Well, you're in luck. Dusty told us you'd be stopping by, so we already started brainstorming some ideas. But we wanna hear what you're thinking first."
April and Nicole exchanged excited looks as they followed Sandro to the table. This was their element.
"Alright," Sandro began, placing his hands on the table. "So we've been throwing around a few ideas. The concept? Wealth and power, but with an edge. It needs to feel high class, but not cartoonish. I'm not playing a snobby rich guy, I'm playing someone who knows he has power and isn't afraid to wield it."
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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