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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."
Sandro raised an eyebrow, playing up his surprise. "Wait, these are the guys? The ones you wouldn't stop hyping up?"
Bray chuckled, crossing his arms. "That's right. And guess what? Dusty and Steve agrees to look into them thanks to your suggestion and after talking to me. Now they called 'em here today, right after the show, to meet 'em."
Sandro glanced between Thoruf and Brodie, taking a moment to size them up. Thoruf was a mountain of a man, with red beard, broad shouldered and thick with muscle, standing there with an intense look in his eyes.
Brodie, on the other hand, had a wild energy to him, his long hair and unkempt beard giving him an almost feral presence. Both men looked every bit the part of future monsters they would become in the wrestling business.
"Well, damn," Sandro finally said, offering a smirk. "Guess that means congratulations are in order, huh?"
Thoruf and Brodie exchanged glances, clearly surprised by the sudden praise.
"We, uh… ain't signed yet," Brodie pointed out, rubbing the back of his neck. "This is just a meetin', far as we know."
Sandro shook his head. "Nah, man. Trust me. I know Dusty, and I know Steve. If they called you in right after a show, it ain't just an interview. They're probably gonna put a short term deal in front of you. See how you fit in with what Bray's got planned. And if you prove yourselves?" He shrugged. "Could turn into something long term. Maybe even full time."
That got a reaction. Thoruf straightened up a little, while Brodie's expression shifted, like he was finally letting himself believe that this might actually happen.
Bray grinned wider, seeing the gears turning in their heads. "Told y'all," he murmured, patting Thoruf on the shoulder. "Told ya this was real."
Sandro reached out and shook both men's hands. "Good luck, boys," he said, his tone genuine. "Not like you guys needed it, I have seen some of your matches and they were pretty good!"
Brodie grinned. "Appreciate that, man."
Thoruf gave a firm nod. "Yeah, thanks. Means a lot, comin' from you."
Sandro smirked. "Oh, so you have been watching."
Bray chuckled. "Man, everybody's been watchin'."
Sandro took a step back, giving them a final nod before glancing back at Bray. "I'll catch you later, man. Got a long night ahead of me."
Bray gave him a knowing look. "Oh, I bet you do."
Sandro rolled his eyes at Bray's tone before turning and walking off down the hall, still clutching his championship. His body was screaming in exhaustion, but his mind was still buzzing from the night's events.
As he made his way toward the locker room, he passed a few other FCW talents, all of whom acknowledged him with nods or quick words of praise. Some were just happy to see a good match, while others recognized that Sandro was hitting a new level in his career.
By the time he stepped into the locker room, he finally allowed himself to exhale. He dropped onto a bench, letting his body sink into the cool metal as he draped the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship over his lap.
A moment later, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
He looked up and saw Kofi Kingston standing there, a bottle of water in hand.
"Here," Kofi said, tossing it to him. "You looked like you needed that."
Sandro caught it, cracked it open, and took a long sip before sighing. "You have no idea man."
Kofi chuckled. "Oh, I got a pretty good idea. That was a hell of a match, bro. You, Ted, G-Rilla, all three of you tore the house down and it was just opening for tonight's show!"
Sandro smirked. "Yeah? Think it was good enough to get people talking?"
Kofi scoffed. "Man, people ain't gonna stop talkin'. You had the crowd in the palm of your hand. And that post match? That's the kinda stuff people remember."
Sandro chuckled, shaking his head. "You liked that, huh?"
Kofi grinned. "Liked it? Man, you stuffed a hundred dollar bill in Ted's mouth and then hit a freakin' Diving DDT outta nowhere. That was straight up awesome and the crowd ate it up."
Sandro leaned back against the wall, feeling the exhaustion settle into his bones. "Yeah… it felt right, y'know? After all we planned for him to read talk to me and I thought it was a perfect addition, as it looked like I gave him a taste of his own medicine for the fans."
Kofi nodded. "Well, it worked. Now the question is… what's next?"
Sandro exhaled, running a hand through his damp hair. "That's the big question, huh?" He looked down at his championship. "I keep holdin' onto this, but every time I do, there's another challenge waiting for me."
Kofi smirked. "That's the life of a champion, man."
Sandro chuckled. "Yeah, guess so."
Sandro sighed, letting his head rest against the cool metal of the locker behind him. He took another sip of water, shaking his head at Kofi's grin.
"Man, you always act like I did something crazy," Sandro muttered, smirking.
"Because you did!" Kofi laughed. "Dude, people are already talking about that stunt you pulled on Ted. That's next level storytelling, bro."
Sandro chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair. "Yeah, yeah. Just gotta make sure I don't burn myself out."
Kofi nodded. "That's real. But, hey, you're doin' somethin' special right now. Just don't forget to enjoy it."
Sandro exhaled, staring down at the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship resting on his lap. "Yeah… I hear you."
As their conversation continued, the night's show rolled on in the background. The arena was still buzzing with energy, match after match keeping the fans entertained.
It wasn't long before the card reached one of the more anticipated matches of the night, Rebecca Knox versus Brianna Bella, a bout to determine whether Rebecca would earn her shot for the FCW Divas Championship that Nicole Bella hold.
The moment Rebecca's entrance music hit, the crowd erupted into cheers.
Sandro and Kofi both turned their attention to the monitor in the locker room as Rebecca made her way out onto the stage. Even though she maintained her serious persona, she still acknowledged the crowd with a brief nod.
The ring announcer's voice echoed through the arena after the bell was ring.
"This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for a shot at the FCW Divas Championship! Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at 135 pounds… Rebecca Knox!"
Rebecca walked up the steel steps with a measured pace, stepping between the ropes before raising one hand in the air as a sign of acknowledgment to the fans. Her demeanor remained focused, determined.
Then, Brianna's entrance music hit, and the mood in the arena shifted.
The fans showered her with boos as she strutted onto the stage, completely unfazed by their reaction. With a smug smile, she posed at the top of the ramp, running her hands through her hair before making her way down to the ring.
The announcer continued.
"And her opponent, from Scottsdale, Arizona, weighing in at 119 pounds… Brianna Bella!"
Brianna pointed at Rebecca inside the ring, trash talking the entire way down the ramp. She sneered at the crowd, throwing out insults and dismissing their jeers with a flick of her wrist.
As she reached the steel steps, she ascended with a confident sway in her hips, stepping into the ring and heading straight for the bottom left turnbuckle. There, she posed seductively, flashing an arrogant smirk before finally stepping down.
The referee moved between them, ensuring that both competitors were ready.
Then, with a sharp gesture, he signaled for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The match was officially underway.
Rebecca and Brianna circled each other, eyes locked in intense focus. The crowd remained on the edge of their seats, anticipation thick in the air.
"They know what's at stake tonight," one commentator remarked. "A shot at Nicole and the FCW Divas Championship is on the line for Rebecca, Brianna protecting her sister by blocking Rebecca from earning her shot, and you better believe both of these women are willing to give it everything they've got!"
The two finally locked up in the center of the ring, their hands clasping onto each other's arms as they jockeyed for position. Rebecca, being the stronger of the two, managed to push Brianna back a step. But Brianna, ever the cunning competitor, quickly transitioned into a side headlock.
Rebecca gritted her teeth as Brianna wrenched on the hold, trying to control the pace of the match early. But the Irishwoman wasn't about to be held down for long. She planted her feet firmly before shoving Brianna off, sending her into the ropes.
Brianna rebounded, and Rebecca dropped down, forcing her opponent to leap over her. As Brianna hit the opposite ropes and came charging back, Rebecca sprung up, catching her with a crisp arm drag that sent her rolling across the mat.
The crowd cheered as Brianna quickly scrambled to her feet, clearly frustrated.
"You can see the look on Brianna's face, .she did not expect Rebecca to get the upper hand so quickly," one commentator observed.
Brianna took a moment to collect herself, then stormed forward again, this time faking a lock.up before ducking low and slamming her shoulder into Rebecca's midsection.
Rebecca let out a grunt as Brianna forced her back into the corner, driving a series of stiff shoulder thrusts into her abdomen.
The referee stepped in, warning Brianna to back off. She complied, but only for a second before slapping Rebecca across the face.
The crowd let out a collective gasp at the sheer audacity of the move.
Rebecca's expression darkened, her jaw tightening. She slowly turned her head back toward Brianna, and in an instant, she fired off a vicious forearm strike that sent Brianna stumbling backward.
"Oh ho! That's a bad move from Brianna! She woke up the Irish fire in Rebecca!" the commentator exclaimed.
Rebecca pressed forward, unleashing a barrage of strikes, forearms, European uppercuts, and a stiff kick to the midsection that doubled Brianna over.
Rebecca quickly grabbed Brianna's head, looking for a suplex, but Brianna twisted out of it at the last second, shoving Rebecca toward the ropes.
As Rebecca bounced off, Brianna went for a clothesline, only for Rebecca to duck underneath and come back with a running single.leg dropkick that sent Brianna tumbling to the mat!
The crowd roared as Rebecca went for the first cover of the match.
ONE!
TWO—
Brianna kicked out!
Rebecca wasted no time, immediately transitioning into a grounded headlock, trying to wear Brianna down.
"This is a smart strategy from Rebecca," one commentator noted. "She's keeping Brianna grounded, making sure she can't use any of those cheap tricks she's known for."
But Brianna wasn't about to go down without a fight. She struggled, reaching out for the ropes. Slowly but surely, she managed to drag herself closer—until she finally hooked her fingers onto the bottom rope.
The referee called for the break, and Rebecca immediately let go, stepping back as Brianna pulled herself up.
The two women locked eyes once more, and even with the match still in progress, it was clear, they both wanted this victory.
The energy in the arena continued to build as the match carried on, both women giving everything they had in pursuit of the FCW Divas Championship opportunity.
As the bout progressed, the crowd remained hooked, fully invested in the high-stakes battle unfolding before them. Every reversal, every near fall, every strike, it all added to the drama, to the sense that this was more than just another match.
This was a statement.
A statement that the FCW women's division was not to be overlooked.
Back in the locker room, Sandro and Kofi watched the action unfold, nodding in approval.
"Man, Rebecca's got somethin' special," Kofi remarked.
Sandro smirked. "Yeah… she does."
But the match wasn't over yet. Far from it. And as Rebecca and Brianna continued to battle inside the ring, the question remained, who would walk away with the win whether it's Rebcca for her shot at the FCW Divas Championship? Or would it be Brianna who would block Rebecca's path to Nicole?
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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