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Drew, staying aggressive, pulled Ricky up and hooked him for a neckbreaker. But at the last second, Ricky twisted free and hit a running clothesline! Drew went down, and Ricky quickly capitalized, running the ropes and coming back with a running elbow drop to Drew's chest!
The momentum continued to shift, both men giving it everything they had. The crowd was red hot, reacting to every reversal and every hard hitting maneuver.
Drew McIntyre and Ricky Ortiz continued to battle in the center of the ring, each man giving everything they had as the intensity of the match escalated. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, witnessing an all out war between two competitors desperate to advance in the FCW North American Championship tournament.
Ricky was the first to strike, suddenly stepping forward and cracking Drew across the jaw with a blistering superkick! The impact sent Drew stumbling back, his eyes momentarily dazed from the force of the kick.
But Drew, showing his toughness, didn't go down. Instead, he rebounded off the ropes and retaliated with a big boot that nearly took Ricky's head off! The force of the kick sent Ricky sprawling to the mat, but Drew wasn't done yet. He quickly ran the ropes and came crashing down with a double axe handle, hammering Ricky across the chest as he tried to get up.
The crowd erupted as both men went back and forth, neither willing to give the other a clear advantage. Ricky, clutching his chest, tried to get back to his feet, but Drew grabbed him and pulled him in close before delivering a brutal headbutt! The sound of skulls colliding echoed through the arena as Ricky staggered backward, visibly stunned.
With his opponent rocked, Drew wasted no time in showcasing his power. He bent down and, with impressive strength, hoisted Ricky high above his head in a military press slam! The crowd gasped as Drew held Ricky up for a few seconds, displaying his sheer power, before slamming him down onto the canvas with a thunderous military press slam!
Ricky arched his back in pain, but before he could roll away, Drew ran the ropes and came back with a running leg drop! The impact sent Ricky into a spasmodic jolt as Drew quickly went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Ricky powered out!
Drew shook his head in frustration but didn't let up. He pulled Ricky up by the arm and whipped him forcefully into the corner. The impact made Ricky's body jolt from the collision, and before he could react, Drew charged forward and crushed him with a massive big body splash!
Ricky gasped for air as he slumped against the corner, clearly winded. Drew took a moment to shake off his own fatigue before dragging Ricky up and lifting him onto the top turnbuckle. The crowd watched in anticipation as Drew maneuvered Ricky into a tree of woe position, hanging him upside down in the corner.
Smirking, Drew took a few steps back before charging forward with a devastating running knee to Ricky's gut! The force of the knee strike left Ricky coughing and clutching his stomach as Drew finally pulled him down from the turnbuckle.
But Ricky, using whatever energy he had left, suddenly caught Drew off guard, rolling away and quickly getting to his feet. Drew turned around, and Ricky exploded forward, catching Drew with an impressive fallaway slam! The move sent Drew flying across the ring, landing hard against the canvas.
Ricky, fueled by adrenaline, didn't stop there. He picked up Drew again, hoisting him over his shoulders before launching him across the ring with a beautiful exploder suplex! Drew landed hard, rolling over onto his stomach, breathing heavily as he tried to push himself back up.
But Ricky was relentless. He grabbed Drew and pulled him into position before executing a picture perfect back suplex! The crowd cheered as Ricky popped back up, his energy surging. He pointed toward the turnbuckle, signaling for something big.
Ricky climbed the ropes as Drew lay on the mat, trying to recover. Without hesitation, Ricky leaped off, attempting a flying headbutt from the top rope! But Drew rolled out of the way at the last possible second, and Ricky crashed onto the mat with a sickening thud!
The momentum was shifting again.
Drew, now back on his feet, saw his opening. He grabbed Ricky, hooked his arms, and delivered a vicious facebuster right in the center of the ring! The crowd was going wild as both men lay sprawled out, completely exhausted from the grueling battle.
Slowly, they both began stirring, using the ropes to pull themselves up. The crowd roared, knowing the match was reaching its climax.
Ricky, breathing heavily, glanced at Drew, who was still struggling to stand. He knew this was his chance. Ricky took a deep breath, ran to the ropes, and rebounded, preparing to hit his devastating Big O, a running, jumping splash!
He leaped high into the air, aiming for Drew's chest!
But at the last second, Drew rolled out of the way!
Ricky crashed onto the canvas hard, clutching his ribs in agony. The failed attempt left him completely vulnerable.
Drew saw the opening. He quickly scrambled to his feet, his eyes locked on his opponent.
He ran to the ropes, built up speed, and BAM!
CLAYMORE KICK!
Drew's boot connected squarely with Ricky's face, knocking him out cold! The force of the impact sent Ricky's body flipping backward before he collapsed onto the mat.
The crowd erupted in shock and awe as Drew immediately covered him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rang, and the arena filled with a mixture of cheers and groans as Drew McIntyre rolled off Ricky, his chest heaving as he stared up at the lights, victorious.
The ring announcer made it official.
"Here is your winner… and advancing to the second round of the FCW North American Championship tournament… Drew Mclntyre!"
The audience erupted once more, some applauding the hard fought match, others booing Drew for his arrogance. Drew slowly got to his feet as the referee raised his hand in victory.
The commentary team wasted no time analyzing the match.
"What a battle! Ricky Ortiz put up one hell of a fight, but in the end, Drew McIntyre pulled it off!"
"And what a way to do it! That Claymore, Drew's new finisher, came out of nowhere, completely turning the tide in an instant!"
"I have to give credit where it's due. Ricky Ortiz looked incredible tonight, but one mistake cost him the match. You can't afford to miss a move against someone like Drew McIntyre."
"And now, Drew advances to the second round. Whoever faces him next better be ready because he just proved why he's one of the toughest competitors in FCW!"
Drew climbed the turnbuckle, raising his arms as the crowd continued reacting. Some booed, some cheered, but everyone agreed on one thing, this match was an absolute war.
As Ricky Ortiz slowly sat up, clutching his head, he looked up at Drew, who simply smirked and mouthed, "Better luck next time."
With that, Drew hopped down from the turnbuckle, exiting the ring with an air of confidence, knowing he was one step closer to becoming the first ever FCW North American Champion.
The tournament continued, but this match? Both fans watching live and at home agree this was one for the books.
After the show ended, fans inside the arena slowly began to file out, buzzing with excitement over what they had just witnessed. The tournament for the FCW North American Championship had delivered another thrilling chapter, and Drew McIntyre's hard fought victory over Ricky Ortiz was the kind of match that had people talking.
Meanwhile, those watching from home saw the screen fade to black, signaling the official end of the broadcast.
Drew McIntyre, still feeling the effects of the grueling battle, walked up the ramp, passing through the curtain to the backstage area. His expression was a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction, he had won, and that was all that mattered.
He wiped the sweat from his brow as he stepped into the cool air of the backstage halls, already thinking ahead to the next round of the tournament.
Ricky Ortiz followed closely behind him, still selling the effects of the devastating Claymore Kick. His hand rubbed at his jaw as he shook his head, disappointed in himself for missing that final move.
Despite the loss, though, he couldn't be too upset. He had given one hell of a fight, and the reaction from the crowd told him that his performance had been well received. That was what mattered.
As both men walked deeper into the backstage area, they passed by a small group of FCW personnel, who nodded in acknowledgment. Some clapped, appreciating the effort they had put in.
In another part of the backstage area, Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn sat in a production office, reviewing the night's show. Both men were in high spirits, everything had gone smoothly, and the reaction from the fans had been exactly what they hoped for.
"This tournament is really catching fire," Dusty said, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. "People are invested, and that's what we want."
Steve nodded in agreement. "Sandro's match earlier in the night got a lot of buzz too. That kid knows how to draw eyes."
"Damn right he does," Dusty chuckled. "And we still got plenty more left in the tournament. The fans are eatin' this up."
As they talked, they noticed three figures standing near the locker room entrance, Thoruf Marius, Brodie Lee, and Bray Wyatt. The three men were deep in conversation, but as soon as Bray noticed Dusty and Steve looking their way, he nudged Thoruf and Brodie.
"That's your cue, guys," Bray said with a smirk.
Thoruf and Brodie exchanged glances, each taking a deep breath. They had been waiting for this moment.
Bray patted both of them on the back before they started walking toward Dusty and Steve. Their hearts pounded with anticipation, this wasn't just any meeting. It was a potential career defining one.
Dusty and Steve signaled for them to follow, and after a short walk, they arrived at Steve's office.
"Come on in," Steve said as he pushed the door open.
The room was modest but comfortable, with a few chairs placed around a desk. Dusty and Steve took their seats, gesturing for Thoruf and Brodie to do the same.
Once they were all settled, Steve leaned forward, clasping his hands together. "First off, I just wanna say thanks for comin' here on such short notice," he began. "Especially you, Thoruf, I know you came all the way from Japan, and we appreciate that."
Thoruf gave a small nod. "It's no problem at all. This is an opportunity I didn't wanna miss."
Brodie nodded in agreement. "Same here. We know what this means."
Truth be told, both of them were inwardly buzzing with excitement. They saw FCW as the perfect stepping stone, a path that could eventually lead them to WWE, which was their ultimate dream. They had both worked hard to get to this point, and now they were on the verge of something big.
Dusty, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke up. "So, tell me, what did y'all think of the show tonight?"
Thoruf and Brodie were momentarily caught off guard by the question, but they quickly gathered their thoughts.
"I thought it was great," Thoruf said. "The opening match set the tone, the women's match had some strong storytelling, and that main event… that was a war. Drew and Ricky went all out."
Brodie nodded. "Yeah, the crowd was into it all night. You can feel the energy building with this tournament."
Dusty leaned back, nodding approvingly. "Good answers. That's what we like to hear."
He then leaned forward again, his expression turning more serious. "Now, let's get down to why we brought y'all here."
Thoruf and Brodie sat up straighter.
"We wanna offer y'all a short-term contract here in FCW," Dusty said. "Six months to start, and if things go well, if the fans respond to it, then we'll talk about extendin' it."
Steve picked up where Dusty left off. "But it ain't just any contract. We want y'all to be part of somethin' bigger. We want y'all to be the first members of the Wyatt Family."
The room fell silent for a moment as the words sank in. Thoruf and Brodie exchanged a glance.
"The Wyatt Family?" Brodie asked, intrigued.
Dusty nodded. "That's right. Bray here is gonna be the leader of this group, and we want y'all to be his first two followers. His 'sons,' if you will. You'll be playin' a part in somethin' special, somethin' that could make a hell of an impact."
Thoruf felt a thrill run through him. This was exactly the kind of opportunity he had hoped for. Dusty continued. "Now, that means you'll be gettin' new ring names. You'll be leavin' your old names behind and fully takin' on these new personas. It ain't just a gimmick, it's a transformation. You'll be part of Bray's vision, his 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