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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!
Seizing the opportunity, Sandro unloaded with a rapid series of chops to G-Rilla's chest, each one echoing throughout the arena.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
The crowd "WOOOOO'D" with every strike, but G-Rilla just shook them off. He roared and grabbed Sandro by the throat with both hands before tossing him halfway across the ring like a ragdoll!
Sandro hit the mat hard, but he didn't stay down for long. He scrambled to his feet just in time to see G-Rilla charging again, this time, Sandro ducked under a wild clothesline and countered with a springboard cutter!
THE CROWD WENT WILD!
Sandro crawled over, draping an arm across G-Rilla's massive chest.
ONE!
TWO!
TED DIBIASE JR. BROKE IT UP AGAIN!
The frustration on Ted's face was evident now. He yanked Sandro up and immediately locked in the Million Dollar Dream, his father's signature Cobra Clutch!
The audience gasped as Sandro struggled, his face contorted in pain. Ted tightened the grip, wrenching back as Sandro's movements began to slow. The champion's knees buckled, he was fading fast!
The referee stepped in, raising Sandro's arm once.
It dropped.
The ref raised it again.
It dropped again!
If it dropped a third time, it was over.
The ref raised Sandro's arm one last time—
—BUT G-RILLA INTERVENED!
With a feat of incredible strength, G-Rilla grabbed both men and lifted them into the air before driving them into the mat with a double power slam!
The arena exploded as they saw G-Rilla feat of strength taking both men up and then down!
G-Rilla roared, standing tall over both fallen men as the crowd erupted in a mix of shock and excitement. He turned his attention to Ted, who was still dazed from the impact. The big man grabbed him by the throat once more, and hit the G-Grip for a second time!
Ted Dibiase Jr. was out cold when his body hit the mat hard once again!
G-Rilla turned his attention back to Sandro, breathing heavily. He yanked the champion to his feet, lifting him up and crushing him with a brutal running powerslam into the mat!
Sandro lay motionless in the center of the ring as G-Rilla pointed to the top rope. The crowd knew what was coming as some cheers and boos.
The 375 pound behemoth slowly ascended to the top turnbuckle, the ring shaking beneath his weight. The arena buzzed with anticipation as he balanced himself, preparing to hit his devastating finisher—
ICU! A diving splash from the top rope!
He leapt and the fans on the arena and watching at home couldn't imagine the weight that will fall down on Sandro, but Sandro managed to rolled away at the last possible second!
G-Rilla crashed into the mat with a sickening thud that echoed throughout the arena!
The impact sent shockwaves through the ring, and the powerhouse clutched his ribs and . in agony.
Sandro, despite being battered and exhausted, saw his opening. He gritted his teeth, using every last ounce of his strength to pull himself up. G-Rilla was on his knees, still recovering from the botched splash.
Sandro ran to the ropes, rebounded with all the speed he could muster—
DRAGON'S SHOT!
His knee connected flush with G-Rilla's jaw! And G-Rilla was knocked out cold!
The crowd erupted when they saw this moment!
Sandro collapsed on top of the fallen giant, hooking the massive leg as the referee slid down for the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
SANDRO ZHANG RETAINS THE FCW FLORIDA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
The arena exploded with cheers as Sandro rolled onto his back, exhausted but victorious. The referee retrieved the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship and placed it in his hands.
The ring announcer made it official:
"Here is your winner… AND STILL the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion… SANDRO ZHANG!"
The crowd chanted his name, their energy electrifying the entire building. Sandro struggled to his feet, raising the championship high above his head. His body was battered, his breath heavy, but there was no doubt, he had earned this win.
G-Rilla rolled to the outside, still clutching his ribs, while Ted DiBiase Jr. barely stirred near the apron. The commentary team marveled at Sandro's resilience.
"My god, what a battle! Sandro Zhang just went through hell and came out STILL the champion!"
"That was one of the most hard fought victories I've ever seen! Sandro was tested, but he proved exactly why he's the standard of FCW!"
"G-Rilla nearly had it! He was inches away from winning, but one small mistake cost him, and Sandro capitalized!"
"And Ted DiBiase Jr.? He thought he could weasel his way to the title, but in the end, he left empty handed!"
As Sandro stood on the turnbuckle, championship in hand, the camera zoomed in on his face. A mixture of relief and triumph filled his expression.
He had survived the punishment. He had conquered the challenge. And once again, he had proven why he was the best damn thing FCW had ever seen.
Sandro climbed down from the turnbuckle, his body still aching from the war he had just fought. The championship was still clutched tightly in his hands, the weight of victory pressing down on him. But as he turned his gaze toward the apron, he saw Ted DiBiase Jr. lying there, barely moving, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
A smirk crept onto Sandro's face as an idea formed in his mind. He looked around at the fans, then pointed directly at Ted. The crowd roared in anticipation, knowing exactly what was coming. They had seen this before, just not quite like this.
Sandro dropped his championship onto the canvas and made his way toward Ted, dragging the lifeless body of the younger DiBiase from the apron to the center of the ring. The fans' cheers grew louder as Sandro reached into his tights and pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill. The moment it appeared, the arena exploded. They knew.
The gesture was unmistakable. It was a move straight out of the Million Dollar Man Ted Dibiase's playbook.
Sandro took a moment to soak in the reaction, nodding with satisfaction before pressing the bill against his lips and giving it a kiss. Then, with a mocking grin, he grabbed Ted's head and stuffed the money right into his mouth, shoving it deep as Ted remained too dazed to resist. The crowd roared in approval, laughing and cheering at the humiliating display.
With a final touch, Sandro delivered two sharp slaps to Ted's face before letting go, allowing the beaten man to collapse lifelessly onto the mat once more. It was a statement. A message to everyone watching. Ted DiBiase Jr. had tried to play the game, but in the end, he had been outclassed, outwitted, and outright humiliated.
Just when the fans thought the show was over, Sandro wasn't finished.
Instead of picking up his title and walking away, he turned back to Ted with a mischievous glint in his eye. He moved toward the turnbuckle and began climbing, the anticipation building within the crowd.
Sandro reached the top rope and stood tall, balancing himself. He looked down at Ted's barely stirring body and raised his arms, mimicking the signature "money, money" taunt of the DiBiase family. The fans screamed in excitement, sensing something special was about to happen.
Ted, unaware of what was coming, stirred and began pushing himself up on shaky arms. Sandro waited, eyes locked on his target.
The moment Ted reached his feet, Sandro leaped off the top rope, twisting his body in mid air—
DIVING DDT!
The impact was brutal. Ted's head spiked off the canvas, his body crumpling instantly. The crowd erupted in the loudest cheer of the night, their voices echoing through the arena as they processed what they had just seen.
Sandro sat up, breathing heavily, looking around at the wild response. The speculation started immediately, was this a new finisher for Sandro? Had Sandro just introduced something completely unique to his arsenal? Diving DDTs weren't common as finishers, and Sandro executing one so fluidly made it all the more exciting.
As the energy buzzed throughout the arena, Sandro slowly pushed himself to his feet, standing tall over Ted's motionless body. With a final glance down at his fallen rival, he gave one last taunt before reaching for his title.
With the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship firmly in his grasp, Sandro walked to the ropes and stepped through them, making his way up the ramp. The audience showered him with cheers, chanting his name as he disappeared into the backstage area.
For those watching at home, the screen faded to black.
As soon as Sandro passed through the curtain into Gorilla Position, he was greeted with a standing ovation. The entire room, cameraman, producers, agents, everyone was clapping. Even Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn, the two men who had been keeping a close eye on Sandro's actions, were applauding.
A grin spread across Sandro's face as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked around, then turned his attention to Dusty and Steve.
"Well," Sandro said, his voice still hoarse from the grueling match, "I'd say I survived my punishment."
The room erupted in laughter.
Dusty shook his head, chuckling as he crossed his arms. "Boy, you're somethin' else, I'll tell ya that," he said, his voice carrying that familiar Southern drawl. "That wasn't just survivin', that was thrivin'. You took that ring and made it yours tonight."
Steve nodded in agreement. "That was top-tier storytelling out there," he added. "The promo, the match, the post-match? You had everyone in that building eating out of the palm of your hand."
Sandro took a deep breath, finally allowing himself to relax. "Thanks, guys," he said sincerely. "I appreciate it."
After exchanging a few more words with his colleagues, Sandro grabbed a towel and slung it around his neck, finally making his way toward the locker room. As he rounded the corner, he stopped in his tracks.
Standing in the hallway, deep in conversation, were three men he never expected to see together,bThoruf Marius and Brodie Lee who was currently talking with Bray. Sandro's eyes widened slightly. It was like looking into the past. Or maybe, the future.
Thoruf Marius, who would later become Erick Rowan. Brodie Lee, the man destined to be Luke Harper. It was surreal. In his past life, Sandro had watched them dominate WWE as one of the most iconic factions of the modern era. And now, here they were, standing right in front of him, still just young talents trying to find their place.
Without hesitation, Sandro walked toward them, a grin forming on his lips. Bray was the first to notice, turning his head as Sandro approached. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.
"Well, well," Bray drawled, his voice carrying that eerie charisma he would one day be known for. "If it ain't the champ."
Sandro chuckled. "Hey Bray, want to introduce me to your me friends here?" he asked, glancing between the three of them.
Bray introduced Thoruf Marius and Brodie Lee to Sandro, gesturing toward them with a knowing grin. "These are the two I was tellin' ya about," Bray said, his eerie charisma already seeping through in his speech, must be due to his continuous training to live his persona. "Thoruf Marius… Brodie Lee… the future member of my family."
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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