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"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."
Lisa nodded, flipping through her notebook. "Got it. We don't wanna go full 'Million Dollar Man' with sequins and over the top gaudiness. You need something that fits the modern era."
"Exactly," Sandro confirmed. "I was thinking black and gold for the color scheme. Black as the base, with gold as the accent, something that screams 'expensive,' but still sleek."
Nicole leaned over the table. "Oh! And the tights should have subtle embroidery. Maybe a gold filigree design, like you see on high end designer suits."
Lisa's eyes lit up. "That's a fantastic idea. We can have the pattern woven into the fabric itself, so it's not just printed on. Makes it look more luxurious."
April tapped her chin. "What about the entrance gear? Are we thinking full suit or just something dramatic like a long coat?"
Sandro crossed his arms. "I like the idea of a long coat. It gives that 'arrival of an important figure' energy. Maybe something tailored, almost military style, like an old school war general, but modernized."
Lisa flipped a few pages in her sketchbook. "We could do something big, regal, but not too heavy. Something that makes a statement."
Nicole grinned. "And don't forget the shoes! We had the idea of making them look a little like high end dress shoes, but still wrestling boots."
Lisa scribbled notes. "Alright, so boots with a luxury dress shoe aesthetic. We'll keep them sturdy for the ring but give them that polished finish."
April suddenly snapped her fingers. "What if the coat has gold trim on the inside? So when he moves, it catches the light, just subtly flashing that wealth."
Lisa nodded. "Yes! We can even make the lining a different material, maybe a deep satin gold, so it has a shimmer under the lights."
Sandro leaned back in his chair, impressed. "Damn. You all are killing it."
Lisa chuckled. "That's why we're here. Now, let's talk accessories, do you want gloves, any extra details?"
Sandro thought for a moment before shaking his head. "Nah, don't wanna overdo it. The coat should be enough of a statement. Maybe down the line, I'll add more flair, but for now, less is more."
Nicole nudged him. "And let's be real, babe. No one wants to see you covering up those hands when you're throwing punches."
April grinned. "Facts."
Lisa smirked. "Alright, so let's go over everything one more time. Black and gold tights with a luxury embroidery pattern, wrestling boots that resemble dress shoes, a long military style coat with gold trim inside, and no unnecessary accessories. That sound right?"
Sandro nodded. "Perfect."
Lisa stood up. "We'll start working on the prototypes immediately. You'll need to come in for a fitting in a few days, but I think we can get this done before next week's taping."
Sandro extended his hand, shaking hers. "Appreciate it. Can't wait to see it."
As they left the office, April and Nicole were still buzzing with excitement.
"This is gonna be insane," Nicole said. "Once you walk out in that gear, people are gonna lose their minds."
April nodded. "And then, when you top it off with whatever you have planned for next week? Chef's kiss."
Sandro smirked, eyes gleaming. "Yeah… this is just the beginning."
Then days passes by once again, and monday morning rolled around, and Sandro was just finishing his breakfast when his phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up, recognizing Lisa's name on the screen, and answered immediately.
"Morning, Lisa. What's up?" he asked, sipping his coffee.
Lisa's voice carried a hint of excitement. "Hey, Sandro! Just wanted to let you know, your new entrance and ring gear? It's ready. Everything's finished, and it turned out even better than I imagined."
Sandro grinned, sitting up a little straighter. "You serious? You got it done before tonight?"
"Yep," Lisa confirmed. "Told you we'd make it happen."
Sandro exhaled in appreciation. "Damn, Lisa. You and your team are lifesavers. I owe you big time."
Lisa chuckled. "Just doing our job."
"Nah, this is more than that. You worked fast, and I appreciate it. I'll make sure you and your team get something for this. Consider it a little thank you gift for what you and your team have done for me."
Lisa's laughter turned into a surprised, "Oh? Well, I won't say no to that."
Sandro smirked. "You'll see. Anyway, I'll be there soon."
Ending the call, he wasted no time. He pushed back from the table, finished his coffee in one gulp, and headed upstairs to change. A simple outfit, black jeans, a fitted tee, and sneakers. Once he was dressed, he grabbed his car keys and headed out.
The drive to FCW Headquarters felt quicker than usual, his excitement fueling him. He could already imagine the moment he stepped out in the new gear for the first time, the crowd's reaction, the shift in perception. This was more than just an outfit, it was the final puzzle piece for his new persona.
When he arrived, he wasted no time heading straight to the design department. Lisa was already there, waiting for him with a knowing grin.
"You made it fast," she said.
Sandro smirked. "Couldn't wait."
Lisa turned and gestured toward the rack behind her. "Well, feast your eyes on this."
Hanging in front of him was the full ensemble, his black and gold tights, the intricate embroidery woven into the fabric giving it an elegant but dangerous edge. The boots, polished and designed to mimic a high end dress shoe, stood proudly beside them.
But the real masterpiece was the coat. The military style long coat had an undeniable presence, sleek black with gold accents, and when Lisa flipped it open, the deep satin gold lining shimmered under the lights.
Sandro took a slow breath, stepping closer. He reached out, fingers tracing over the detailed embroidery on the tights, then down the smooth inside lining of the coat. It was even better than he had imagined.
"Damn," he murmured, admiring every detail. "Lisa… this is incredible."
Lisa beamed. "I had a feeling you'd love it. The team really went all out on this one."
Sandro wasted no time. "I gotta try this on."
Lisa grinned. "Go for it."
He grabbed the gear and disappeared into the changing area. Within minutes, he stepped back out, fully dressed in his new look.
The tights fit like a glove, hugging his form perfectly while still allowing full movement. The boots were sturdy yet stylish, and when he finally shrugged on the coat, it was like everything clicked into place.
He turned to the mirror, taking himself in. This wasn't just an upgrade, this was a transformation. The 'rich revolutionary' wasn't just a concept anymore. He was real.
Lisa clapped her hands together, practically bouncing on her heels. "Oh, hell yeah. That's the look right there."
Sandro smirked. "This is it."
Lisa crossed her arms, satisfaction evident on her face. "Told you we'd nail it."
Sandro turned to her, reaching into his gym bag. As she watched curiously, he pulled out a checkbook, flipped it open, and started writing. When he finished, he tore out the check and held it out to her.
Lisa blinked. "What's this?"
"Five grand," Sandro said. "For you and your team. Split it however you want. Take it as a gift from me."
Lisa's eyes widened. "Sandro, this is—"
"Deserved," he cut in. "You all worked fast, and you gave me exactly what I wanted, no, better than what I wanted. So take it."
Lisa hesitated for only a second before breaking into a grin. "Well, damn. I'm not gonna argue with that. Thank you."
Sandro gave her a nod. "Consider it proof of my appreciation."
Lisa tucked the check away safely, still shaking her head in amazement. "You know, you're gonna make a lot of people jealous walking around in that."
Sandro smirked. "That's kind of the point."
He grabbed his gym bag, draped his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder, and headed out, still wearing the gear. And Lisa had been right, people noticed.
As he walked through the hallways, heads turned. Conversations paused. Some people whispered, others openly admired. A few of the younger trainees looked at him like they were seeing a future legend in the making.
By the time he reached the locker room, the reaction had already spread. Inside, Kofi Kingston and Nick Nemeth were in a mid of conversation when they spotted him.
Kofi let out a low whistle. "Damn, my guy. Look at you."
Nick smirked. "Bro, you look like you just stepped out of a damn movie."
Sandro chuckled, dropping his bag. "What, you didn't think I was gonna half ass this, did you?"
Kofi crossed his arms, nodding approvingly. "Nah, but I didn't expect you to go this hard either. That coat? That's some next level energy."
Nick leaned in, inspecting the details. "And those boots? They look expensive as hell."
Sandro smirked. "That's the idea. Wealth, power, but dangerous."
Kofi grinned. "Man, the moment you step out there tonight? People are gonna lose their minds."
Nick laughed. "Hell, I'm already hyped to see how they react."
Sandro exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah… tonight's gonna be something special."
Times passed by, and night had fallen over the FCW arena, buzzing with anticipation. The energy in the air was electric as the crowd filled every seat, eager to witness the fallout from last week's shocking main event. Sandro Zhang's controversial actions had set the wrestling world on fire, and tonight, everyone wanted answers.
The commentary team, their voices carrying through the arena, wasted no time in discussing the seismic impact of Sandro's decision.
"Last week, we saw something that shook the very foundation of FCW! Sandro Zhang, our Florida Heavyweight Champion, made a move that no one saw coming! Bribing an official to restart the match, some are calling it a stroke of genius, others a disgrace!"
"It's been the talk of the industry, not just here, but across the wrestling world! Social media has exploded with debates, fans and wrestlers alike trying to dissect what this means for Sandro's legacy moving forward!"
As the commentary team continued their discussion, the lights in the arena suddenly dimmed. A tense pause filled the air. Then, like a war drum signaling the arrival of a conqueror, the first chords of "Cult of Personality" blasted through the speakers.
The crowd erupted into a frenzy of mixed reactions, boos and cheers colliding in a deafening wave. But overwhelmingly, the support outweighed the negativity.
Eighty percent of the audience cheered, while the remaining twenty percent booed, still unsure of what to make of Sandro's newfound ruthlessness.
And then, he emerged.
Sandro Zhang stepped out onto the stage, bathed in golden light, his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder. But it wasn't just his presence that left the audience awestruck, it was the gear.
His black and gold tights shimmered under the arena lights, the subtle gold filigree embroidery woven into the fabric giving him an aura of absolute refinement. His boots, styled after luxury dress shoes, caught the light just enough to emphasize his wealth and power. And finally, the long, military style coat flowed behind him like the robe of a monarch, the golden trim inside flashing subtly as he moved.
Then, a sudden explosion of pyro ignited behind him, marking his arrival with a spectacle befitting his new persona. The reaction from the crowd was instant. Gasps, cheers, even some stunned silence.
Fans in the front rows pointed at his attire, nudging their friends in disbelief. Some held up their phones, recording what was already an iconic entrance. The ring announcer's voice cut through the noise, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion… SANDRO ZHANG!"
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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