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"So what does that mean, Dusty?" Sandro asked, his voice dripping with curiosity, but also a hint of defiance as he looked deeply at Dusty. "Are you gonna punish me? For doing the right thing last week? For doing something you just admitted you agree and support with?"
Dusty exhaled a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead before nodding.
"Yeah, son. I am."
BOOOOOOOOOO!
The boos grew louder. Even some of the fans who weren't entirely on Sandro's side seemed to think this was unfair. Dusty let them react, but after a few moments, he continued.
"Management ain't happy with what you did, Son. You went ahead and broke so many regulations, rules that keep this business runnin' right. You compromised the credibility of our referees, and that, my friend, is somethin' I can't just let slide. So, we talked, we debated, and we came up with your punishment."
The crowd leaned in, waiting for what was coming. Sandro, in the middle of the ring, tilted his head slightly before responding.
"I broke regulations? Dusty, I broke those 'regulations' to fix a wrong! I did it to make this tournament mean something! I did it to make this company stronger! You're really gonna punish me for that?"
Dusty, still composed, shook his head.
"I get it, Sandro. I do. But you're missin' the point. You broke the rules, and when you break the rules, there are consequences."
Dusty then took a deep breath before dropping the hammer.
"So here's what's gonna happen, champ… Tonight, you will defend that FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship… in a Triple Threat Match!"
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHI.T!
The crowd exploded. The commentary team lost their minds, shouting in excitement. This was a bombshell.
In the ring, Sandro's expression remained unreadable for a few moments. The cameras zoomed in, capturing every detail of his reaction.
Most people expected him to be furious—to protest, to rant, to rage against Dusty's decision.
But instead?
Sandro smiled.
He actually laughed, shaking his head as he brought the mic back up.
"This… is my punishment?" he asked, still smirking. "You think putting me in a Triple Threat match is some kind of consequence? Nah, Dusty… this ain't a punishment. This is a reward."
He took a step forward, pointing toward the hard camera as his confidence radiated.
"This is just another opportunity for me to do what I do best, prove that this title? This ring? It belongs to me."
The crowd ERUPTED again.
Sandro adjusted the title on his shoulder before continuing.
"Who are my opponents, huh? Doesn't matter. You could put me in there with two, three, four guys, I don't care! At the end of the night, I'll still be standin' here, holdin' this championship high, proving why I'm the best damn thing FCW has ever seen."
He took another step forward, his voice growing even more intense.
"You wanna throw obstacles at me, Dusty? Fine. But just know this, every challenge you give me? I'm gonna knock it down. Every roadblock you put in my way? I'm gonna smash through it. And every single time you try to test me? I'm gonna prove, again and again, that I AM THE STANDARD of FCW!"
The crowd was fully behind him now, the energy in the building reaching new heights.
Dusty, standing on the ramp, nodded slowly, a small smirk forming on his face.
"Alright, son. We'll see if you can back those words up… right now."
With that, Dusty turned and walked backstage, his decision final.
Sandro watched him go before turning his attention back to the crowd. He climbed the nearest turnbuckle again, raising his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship high into the air.
His music hit once more, and the crowd continued to chant his name.
SANDRO! SANDRO! SANDRO!
There was no doubt about it.
Punishment or not… Sandro Zhang owned this moment. And right now, he would prove exactly why.
After Dusty's bombshell announcement, Sandro wasted no time. He removed his entrance gear, stripping down to his ring attire, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship resting proudly on his left shoulder.
His eyes flickered with excitement and anticipation, this was exactly the kind of challenge he thrived on. He leaned against the ropes, waiting to see who his opponents would be.
Suddenly, the arena lights dimmed slightly before G-Rilla's entrance music hit.
A mix of cheers and intrigued reactions filled the building as the 375 pound powerhouse made his way onto the stage. G-Rilla, a man built like a tank, stomped down the ramp with purpose.
He acknowledged a few fans with high fives but never once took his eyes off his real target, the championship sitting on Sandro's shoulder.
As he approached the ring, Sandro studied him closely. G-Rilla was a brute, a wrecking ball of a man, capable of breaking bodies with a single slam. This wasn't going to be an easy fight, but Sandro welcomed it.
G-Rilla entered the ring, stepping over the top rope effortlessly before heading to the center, throwing his arms up in his signature pose. The crowd roared in response. He then made his way to the upper right corner of the ring, pumping himself up.
But before he could get too comfortable—
Ted DiBiase Jr.'s theme music blared through the speakers.
And just like that, the cheers turned into boos.
Ted walked onto the stage with his signature arrogant swagger, flashing a cocky smirk as he soaked in the crowd's hostility. Dressed in his luxurious ring gear, he ran a hand through his slicked back blonde hair before taunting the audience, mouthing off about how they were all "nothing" compared to him.
"You see this?" Ted gestured to himself while making his way down the ramp. "This is class. This is money. This is something none of you people will ever have!"
The fans at ringside hurled insults and boos his way, but Ted just laughed, completely unfazed. As he approached the ring, he pointed toward G-Rilla and shook his head in disgust.
"Look at you, G-Rilla. All that size, all that weight... but you're nothing but a joke."
Then, his attention snapped to Sandro. His smug grin widened.
"And you," Ted sneered, stopping at the bottom of the ramp. "You walk around acting like you belong in my world, pretending like you're on my level? Let's get one thing straight, I could buy your entire family's fortune right now and not even feel it."
The fans in the front row let out a loud chorus of boos as Ted arrogantly climbed onto the apron and stepped into the ring. He strutted to the lower left turnbuckle, striking multiple poses before turning toward the upper left corner, still smirking.
The energy in the arena was electric.
Then, the ring announcer stepped into the ring, microphone in hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall… and it is for the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship!"
The crowd erupted at the official confirmation of the title match.
"Introducing first, from Pasadena, California, weighing in at 375 pounds… G-Rilla!"
A strong reaction from the fans, with many cheering for the powerhouse. G-Rilla raised his arms, nodding his head as he stepped forward slightly.
"And next, from Madison, Mississippi, weighing in at 235 pounds… Ted DiBiase Jr.!"
A deafening wave of boos filled the arena as Ted mockingly bowed, showing zero respect for the fans. He smirked as he leaned against the ropes.
"And… representing Dragon Boom… from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 220 pounds… he is the reigning, defending FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion… SANDRO ZHANG!"
The crowd EXPLODED.
Sandro raised the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship high, standing tall in the center of the ring as the fans chanted his name. He soaked in the moment, then handed the title over to the referee, who held it up for the world to see.
With the stakes now clear, the referee handed the belt to the timekeeper before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!
The Match Begins
Right from the start, Ted DiBiase Jr. rolled out of the ring, pointing to his temple and smirking as he taunted the crowd. He wasn't about to get caught in a battle of strength between Sandro and G-Rilla, he wanted to pick his spot.
Inside the ring, Sandro and G-Rilla locked eyes. The tension was thick. Sandro nodded once. G-Rilla responded with a smirk before both men exploded forward, colliding in the center of the ring like two charging bulls!
The crowd popped as the two competitors exchanged heavy forearm shots, each strike echoing throughout the arena.
Sandro managed to slip around G-Rilla and hit a stiff kick to the big man's thigh, then another, trying to chop him down.
But G-Rilla absorbed the kicks, grabbed Sandro, and launched him into the corner with a violent Irish whip!
Sandro hit the turnbuckles hard, staggering out just in time for G-Rilla to scoop him up and go for a big power slam—
BOOM!
TED DIBIASE JR. SLID BACK INTO THE RING AND CHOP BLOCKED G-RILLA'S LEG!
The big man collapsed to one knee, allowing Ted to take advantage. He started stomping G-Rilla out, laying in boots while mocking the crowd.
Ted turned to Sandro, who was getting up, and hit a running knee to the ribs!
Ted smirked as he grabbed Sandro and started talking trash.
"You're not on my level, Sandro. You never will be!" He went for a vertical suplex, but Sandro flipped over, landing behind him!
Ted spun around, and A SUPERKICK TO THE JAW FROM SANDRO! The crowd popped as Ted hit the mat hard, rolling out of the ring to recover.
Now, it was just Sandro and G-Rilla again.
Sandro, breathing heavily, nodded at the powerhouse. "Come on, big man. Let's do this."
G-Rilla smirked. "You got guts, kid."
The two charged again, Sandro ducked under a lariat, rebounded off the ropes, and nailed a dropkick to G-Rilla's knee!
The big man stumbled, but before Sandro could follow up, G-Rilla caught him in a bear hug!
Sandro struggled, the strength of G-Rilla threatening to squeeze the air out of him. The crowd rallied behind the champion as he desperately fought back, punches, elbows, anything to break free!
Finally, he managed to rake G-Rilla's eyes, forcing the break! Ted slid back in, trying to steal the moment, but G-Rilla caught him by the throat!
Then G-Rilla hit his signature the G-Grip, which was a Tongan death grip into a chokeslam, and Ted bounced off the mat hard!
Then G-Rilla turned, but he was hit with an enzuguiri from Sandro! The big man wobbled. Sandro climbed to the top rope, measuring him, and bring G-Rilla down with a hurricanrana!
Sandro then hooked the leg, and the referee immediately slide down to do the count!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—NO!
At the last second, Ted DiBiase Jr. dove in and broke up the pinfall! The crowd groaned in frustration, but Ted wasn't concerned with their reaction. He pulled Sandro up roughly, frustration written all over his face as he drove a stiff right hand into the champion's jaw.
Sandro staggered back, but before he could recover, Ted grabbed him and whipped him into the ropes. On the rebound, Ted went for a clothesline—Sandro ducked! Sandro hit the opposite ropes, gaining momentum, but Ted caught him with a snap powerslam!
The force of the impact sent a jolt through Sandro's spine, and Ted wasted no time, hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
G-RILLA BROKE IT UP WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!
The big man was back in the fight, and he was pissed. He grabbed Ted by the back of the neck and yanked him to his feet before driving a thunderous headbutt into his skull. Ted stumbled, his legs wobbling, but G-Rilla wasn't done. He hoisted Ted up with ease and planted him with a massive Fallaway Slam!
Ted rolled out of the ring, gasping for breath, leaving Sandro and G-Rilla alone once again. Sandro, still feeling the effects of Ted's attack, used the ropes to pull himself up on the corner. He barely had time to react as G-Rilla came charging in! Sandro sidestepped at the last second, sending the big man crashing chest first into the turnbuckles!
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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