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The ring announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, "Here is your winner… and NEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW FCW Divas Champion… REBECCA KNOX!!!" The crowd erupted once more as Rebecca raised the championship high above her head, overwhelmed by the moment. She climbed the turnbuckle, holding the title up as the fans showered her with cheers.
The crowd erupted once more as Rebecca raised the championship high above her head, overwhelmed by the moment. She climbed the turnbuckle, holding the title up as the fans showered her with cheers.
Nicole, still dazed, rolled out of the ring, holding the back of her neck. Her expression was a mix of shock and fury as she stumbled toward the ramp, standing there watching as Rebecca celebrated her victory.
In the ring, Rebecca knelt down for a moment, staring at the championship in her hands. She had done it. This was her moment.
Both the fans watching live and at home, saw Rebecca Knox standing tall, championship in hand, as the new FCW Divas Champion.
As Rebecca continued to soak in the moment, standing tall with the FCW Divas Championship in her grasp, the energy in the arena took a sudden shift. The fans' cheers turned into a wave of boos as Brianna Bella stepped onto the ramp, making her presence known.
Draped in a stylish yet smug demeanor, Brianna walked over to her twin sister, Nicole, who was still reeling from the loss. With a look of frustration, Brianna placed a hand on Nicole's shoulder, whispering something inaudible as she pointed directly at Rebecca.
The fans, sensing trouble, began clamoring for Rebecca to turn around.
"Look out, Rebecca!" one fan near the barricade shouted.
But Rebecca, still in the glow of victory, thought the reaction was just for her. She grinned, lifting the championship high again, playing to the crowd, completely unaware of what was happening behind her.
As the boos intensified, Nicole and Brianna started making their way down the ramp, their expressions cold and determined. The intent was clear: They weren't going to let this loss slide.
Just as they were about to reach the ring apron—
BAM!
The crowd erupted in cheers as April and Davina blindsided the Bella twins from behind!
Nicole hit the floor with a grunt as April tackled her, while Davina grabbed Brianna by the hair, yanking her backward. The two fan-favorites rained down blows, evening the odds before the Bellas could strike first.
April, fuming, stood over Nicole, pointing a finger at her.
"I already told you not to pull any dirty tricks, Nicole! Take your loss and suck it up!"
The fans roared in approval.
At that moment, Rebecca finally turned around, her eyes widening at the sight of April and Davina standing tall over the fallen Bella twins.
Feigning surprise, Rebecca placed a hand over her mouth before breaking into a slow clap. She then gave a respectful nod to April and Davina, silently acknowledging their assistance.
April smirked. "You're welcome," she mouthed before turning her attention back to the Bellas, ensuring they didn't get back up.
Rebecca, now fully in control of the moment, hoisted her championship again, sealing the end of the segment with an image that would be remembered for weeks to come.
After a series of matches and backstage promos, the middle match card arrived. The commentary team revisited Rebecca's huge title win and discussed what it meant for the FCW Divas division.
Just as they finished their recap—
Stu Bennett's theme blared throughout the arena.
A wave of loud boos flooded the venue as Stu Bennett emerged onto the stage, exuding arrogance and confidence. He sneered at the crowd, unfazed by their jeers, and adjusted his wrist tape before making his way down the ramp.
As he walked, he took a moment to mock some fans at ringside, laughing at their disapproval. His demeanor was everything a British heel should be, smug, condescending, and effortlessly dismissive of the audience.
The bell rang as the ring announcer stepped forward.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship!"
The crowd buzzed with anticipation.
"Introducing first, the challenger! Representing The Empire, from Preston, England, weighing in at 246 pounds… STUUUU BENNETT!"
Stu stepped into the ring, throwing his arms out in his signature pose. The audience rained down boos, but he simply smirked, unfazed.
He made his way to the upper left corner, leaning against the ropes while waiting for his opponent.
Then—
The arena exploded in cheers.
"Cult Of Personality" blared through the speakers, and the crowd erupted as Sandro Zhang stepped onto the stage.
The FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion walked out with his title draped over his shoulder, his signature confident smirk on full display. Unlike Stu, Sandro welcomed the fans' energy, interacting with them as he walked down the ramp.
To cement his new gimmick, Sandro reached into his pocket and handed out several $10 bills to a few lucky fans along the way. This small act of generosity made the audience cheer even louder, further cementing his complex, charismatic rich anti hero going against the system persona.
As Sandro reached the ring steps, the ring announcer continued, "Introducing the champion! Representing Dragon Boom, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 220 pounds… He is the reigning, defending FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion… SANDRO ZHANG!!!"
Sandro climbed the steel steps, pausing for a moment to soak in the atmosphere. He lifted his championship belt high above his head, showing it off to the fans before stepping into the ring.
The stare down between the two began immediately. Stu didn't budge from his corner, watching as Sandro casually leaned against the ropes, unbothered.
Then, after a brief pause, Sandro walked toward the referee and handed over the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship.
The referee raised the belt high, signifying that the title was on the line. The crowd was buzzing, the tension thick in the air.
With both men ready, the referee called for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The match was officially underway.
With the bell rung and the match officially underway, Sandro and Stu remained locked in their intense stare down. The crowd was electric, eagerly waiting for the first move.
Stu, ever the arrogant heel, took ten deliberate steps forward, lifting both hands in the air, challenging Sandro to a test of strength.
The audience reacted immediately, some chanting, "Let's go, Sandro!", while others booed Stu's cocky demeanor.
Sandro smirked at first, then looked around at the crowd as if debating whether to accept. Finally, he stepped forward, interlocking fingers with Stu, accepting the challenge.
Both men dug their heels into the mat, their muscles tensing as they fought for dominance. Sandro's biceps flexed as he pushed forward, trying to overpower Stu, but the Brit held his ground and pushed back as well.
The two competitors gritted their teeth, neither willing to give in. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, watching as Sandro slowly began gaining the upper hand. His strength, combined with his lower center of gravity, allowed him to push Stu's arms downward.
The fans cheered as Stu's face twisted in discomfort.
The commentary team communicated about the match,"Sandro Zhang is proving that he's not just money, he's a muscle too! Look at the way he's overpowering Bennett!"
"Yeah, but Bennett is crafty, he's not going to let himself get embarrassed this early on!"
Realizing he was losing control, Stu did what he did best, played dirty.
WHAM!
Stu drove his knee into Sandro's midsection!
A collective boo filled the arena as the test of strength was broken. Sandro stumbled back, clutching his stomach, and before he could react, Stu grabbed him and hit a sharp neckbreaker!
Sandro's back smacked against the canvas, and he arched in pain as Stu quickly followed up by running to the ropes, and hit a running Elbow drop!
The Englishman drove his elbow straight into Sandro's chest, then confidently hooked the leg for the first cover of the match.
1…
Sandro kicked out easily, but Stu wasn't fazed. He grabbed Sandro's hair, yanked him up, and slammed him back down with a hair pull mat slam!
Sandro rolled onto his stomach, wincing, and Stu wasted no time, lifting him again and hoisting him onto his shoulders and hitting a powerbomb!
Sandro's body bounced off the canvas, and the crowd gasped at the impact.
Seeing this, the commentary team talked about how Stu takes control of the match early on, "Bennett is using his raw power to take control of this match early!"
"That powerbomb rattled Sandro's spine! Bennett is looking to dominate this match early on!"
Stu smirked, standing over Sandro's downed body. He bent down and taunted him, slapping the back of his head before stepping back.
Bennett goes for a big boot, but Sandro dodges right at the last moment!
With cat like reflexes, Sandro rolled away and popped up to his feet, sending a stiff kick into Stu's midsection. Stu stumbled back, and Sandro, capitalizing on the moment, launched into action.
Then Sandro's comeback to take control of the match begins, he hits an enzuigiri with the sharp kick rattled Stu's skull, then a dropkick causing Stu staggered into the corner of the ring, and a hurricanrana, where Sandro took Stu down, sending him sprawling toward the ropes.
With the crowd roaring, Sandro saw his moment. He ran toward the ropes, rebounded, and—
OVER THE TOP ROPE TOPE CON HILO!
Sandro soared through the air, crashing onto Stu at ringside!
The audience exploded in cheers as both men lay on the floor, Sandro clutching his ribs but grinning through the pain.
Going crazy with what they had just seen, the commentary team talked loudly, "WHAT A TOPE CON HILO FROM THE CHAMPION!"
"Sandro Zhang putting everything on the line to stay in control!"
Stu groaned in pain, his back hitting the barricade hard. Sandro, shaking off the impact, grabbed him and threw him back into the ring.
Sandro slid in, measuring Stu as he struggled to his feet, Big boot from Sandro!
Stu collapsed, and Sandro immediately hooked the leg for the pin.
1… 2—KICK OUT!
Sandro didn't waste time arguing; instead, he pulled Stu up and went for a Northern Lights Suplex, but Stu countered!
Stu reversed, lifting Sandro onto his shoulders, and hits an Oklahoma slam!
Sandro slammed into the mat once again, his body arching in pain.
"That was a nasty Oklahoma Slam! Bennett might have broken Sandro in half!"
Stu grinned, shaking off his own pain. He grabbed Sandro by the arm, dragging him to his feet.
Chop!
Forearm!
Elbow!
The two men traded brutal strikes, their bodies rocking back with each impact.
Stu went for a clothesline, Sandro ducked, and before Stu could react, Sandro hits a superkick to Stu!
The kick cracked against Stu's jaw, sending him staggering into the ropes. Sandro charged forward but stopped with a powerslam from Stu!
The crowd gasped!
Stu had caught Sandro mid-run and planted him with a thunderous powerslam. He quickly went for the cover.
1… 2… KICK OUT!
Stu slammed the mat in frustration.
"Both of these men are giving everything they've got! This match is an all out war!"
Stu grabbed Sandro again, lifting him up into the air. He was looking for his finisher the Spinebuster, but Sandro wiggled free by punching him in the face repeatedly!
Causing Stu to release Sandro, who landed and turned Stu around, and hitting a german suplex!
The champion bridged for the pin!
1… 2… KICK OUT!
Both men collapsed onto the mat, exhausted but refusing to give in.
The fans clapped rhythmically, chanting:
"THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"
The referee began counting as both competitors struggled to get to their feet.
1… 2… 3… 4…
Sandro, clutching his ribs, used the ropes to pull himself up. Stu did the same on the opposite side of the ring. The two men locked eyes again. The crowd sensed it, something big was about to happen. Sandro gestured for Stu to bring it on, and without hesitation, they both charged at each other again!
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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