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He exploded forward, catching Creed off guard with a quick arm drag! Creed rolled through, popping back up, only for Kofi to hit him with another arm drag! Creed scrambled up again, frustrated, but Kofi was ready, he launched into the air and dropped Creed with a beautiful standing dropkick! The crowd popped as Creed crashed onto the mat, rolling to the outside to regroup.
On the outside, Creed paced back and forth, rubbing his jaw. He glared up at Kofi, who was motioning for him to get back in the ring. Creed, ever the tactical strategist in the ring, took his time before sliding under the bottom rope.
The two locked up again, but this time, Creed played dirty, he raked Kofi's eyes! Kofi stumbled back, blinded, and Creed took advantage by kicking Kofi's knee out from under him!
Kofi dropped to one knee, and BAM! Creed followed up with a stiff shining wizard to the side of the head The impact echoed throughout the arena, and Kofi collapsed onto the mat.
Creed smirked, standing over Kofi's fallen body, then bent down and started mocking him. He tapped his chest in a mockery of Kofi's signature taunt, taunting the crowd as well.
Then, with precision, Creed grabbed Kofi's arm and locked him in a Fujiwara armbar!
Kofi winced in pain as Creed wrenched on his limb, the referee dropping down to check on him. The fans clapped, willing Kofi to fight back.
And he did.
Using his agility, Kofi rolled through, escaping the hold! Creed tried to grab him again, but Kofi rolled forward and—
BOOM! Pelé Kick out of nowhere!
Creed staggered back, dazed from the impact!
Kofi kipped up, and the crowd went wild!
Creed rushed forward, but Kofi ducked under a clothesline!
Kofi bounced off the ropes and hit a flying forearm smash!
Creed got up, but Kofi hit another flying forearm!
Creed stumbled to his feet one more time, and Kofi leaped up and hit a standing double foot stomp!
The crowd was on fire as Kofi clapped his hands, signaling for Trouble in Paradise!
Creed slowly pushed himself up, his back turned to Kofi. The moment he turned around—
Kofi swung for Trouble in Paradise!
But Creed managed to duck just in time, avoiding the impact of Trouble in Paradise! Kofi spun out from the missed kick, leaving himself momentarily open—
BAM!
Creed capitalized in an instant, nailing Kofi who turned around to face him with a vicious superkick right to the jaw! Kofi's head snapped back, and he staggered on wobbly legs as he turned to da e the other way, looking like he would collapse at any moment.
Creed wasn't done. He immediately followed up, grabbing Kofi by the head and hitting a jumping neckbreaker, targeting the back of his neck with pinpoint precision! Kofi crashed onto the mat, clutching the back of his neck as the crowd groaned at the brutal impact.
Creed, smirking, quickly rolled to his feet and pointed to the turnbuckle. The fans booed loudly as he climbed the ropes, taking his time just to antagonize them even more. Standing on the top turnbuckle, Creed spread his arms wide, mocking Kofi's signature high energy style before leaping into the air—
HEAT SEEKING ELBOW DROP!
Creed drove his elbow straight into Kofi's chest with all his weight, causing Kofi's body to jolt from the impact! Creed immediately hooked the leg, pressing down for the cover.
1… 2… KICKOUT!
Kofi shot his shoulder up just in time! The crowd erupted in cheers, but Creed was livid!
He sat up, running a hand through his hair in frustration before glaring down at Kofi. Without hesitation, Creed mounted him, grabbing Kofi's head and raining down stiff punches!
One! Two! Three! Four! Five!
The referee stepped in, warning Creed to let up. Creed, finally pulling himself together, threw his hands in the air dramatically and stood up, looking down at Kofi with pure disdain.
But he wasn't done yet.
With a calculated move, Creed reached down and grabbed Kofi's leg, turning him over and locking in a Single Leg Boston Crab!
Kofi immediately screamed in pain, his face contorted as Creed wrenched back, applying immense pressure to his lower back and knee! The referee dropped down, checking for any sign that Kofi might tap.
"Do you quit?" the referee asked, but Kofi shook his head furiously.
The fans clapped rhythmically, trying to will him back into the fight.
Creed gritted his teeth and leaned back even further, torturing Kofi's spine! Kofi's hand hovered above the mat, but he balled it into a fist, he wasn't going to give up!
Using sheer determination, Kofi began crawling forward, inch by inch, dragging himself toward the bottom rope. The pain was excruciating, but he refused to let it stop him.
The crowd chanted louder as they saw this, "KOFI! KOFI! KOFI!"
Closer… closer…
Finally, Kofi grabbed the bottom rope!
The referee immediately ordered Creed to release the hold!
Creed held on for a moment longer, milking every second of the count before finally letting go. He threw his hands up, pretending to be innocent, as the referee scolded him. But the damage was done, Kofi clutched his lower back in agony, his leg trembling from the punishment.
Creed, seeing an opportunity, smirked and reached down to drag Kofi back to the center of the ring.
But Kofi fought back!
With a desperate burst of energy, Kofi kicked Creed right in the head! Creed stumbled, momentarily stunned—
Kofi kicked him again!
This time, Creed completely lost his balance and fell over, rolling onto the mat.
Kofi, still feeling the pain in his leg, used the ropes to pull himself up, hobbling slightly. But the fire in his eyes hadn't dimmed.
Creed got to his feet as well, shaking the cobwebs loose.
And Kofi struck!
He grabbed Creed and, with sheer determination, lifted him into the air—
BRAINBUSTER!
Creed's head and neck crashed into the mat with sickening impact!
The crowd EXPLODED!
Creed lay sprawled out, dazed and motionless.
Kofi, feeding off the energy of the fans, pushed himself up and made his way toward the corner.
The crowd knew what was coming.
Kofi started clapping his hands, building the momentum, and the entire arena joined him.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Kofi stood in the corner, measuring Creed as he groggily started to rise.
Creed slowly turned—
And Kofi swung his leg with all his might!
TROUBLE IN PARADISE!
The kick connected flush, sending Creed's head snapping violently to the side!
Creed crumpled to the mat in a heap!
Kofi immediately dove onto him for the pin, hooking both legs as tightly as possible!
1… 2… 3!!!
THE BELL RANG!
The crowd erupted into deafening cheers as Kofi's music hit the speakers and the ring announcer announced the result of the match!
"Here is your winner… and advancing to the second round of the FCW North American Championship tournament… Kofi Kingston!"
Kofi rolled onto his back, breathing heavily, a mixture of exhaustion and triumph washing over him. The referee knelt beside him, raising his arm in victory as the fans chanted his name.
Meanwhile, Creed lay motionless, his chest rising and falling heavily, completely knocked out by Trouble in Paradise.
Kofi slowly pushed himself up, looking around at the cheering fans. He climbed the ropes, raising his arms in victory, soaking in the moment.
Even though was just the end of the first round of the FCW North American Championship Tournament, but Kofi Kingston had just made a statement.
As he stood tall, pointing toward the FCW North American championship belt that was put on the ringside on a stand, it was clear, Kofi was on a mission to become its inaugural champion.
Kofi returns to the center of the ring, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath. The energy of the crowd surrounded him like a wave, and he basked in it, raising his arms high in celebration. The FCW faithful were on their feet, chanting his name, showing their love and admiration for the resilient superstar.
The commentary team echoed the excitement, their voices filled with enthusiasm.
"What a victory for Kofi Kingston!" one of them exclaimed. "What a performance! Kofi has just punched his ticket to the second round of the FCW North American Championship Tournament, and you have to wonder, can you imagine if Dragon Boom held both singles championships in FCW?"
"That's a scary thought," another commentator added. "Sandro Zhang is already the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion. If Kofi Kingston becomes the inaugural FCW North American Champion, Dragon Boom would be in complete control of FCW's top singles titles. That's dominance! That's history in the making!"
Kofi smiled, nodding in agreement as he heard what the commentary team said due to how loud they were, and he glanced toward the championship belt displayed at ringside. The thought of becoming the first ever FCW North American Champion fueled him. He had momentum now, and nothing was going to stop him.
Or so he thought.
Suddenly the loud, cocky entrance theme of Nick Nemeth blasted through the speakers, and the cheers quickly turned into loud boos as the man himself stepped onto the stage.
Nick Nemeth walked out with his signature smirk, clad in his custom jacket, sunglasses perched on his face, exuding arrogance. But he wasn't alone.
Right behind him, marching out with a cold, intimidating presence, was Drew McIntyre.
The crowd's boos intensified as the towering Scotsman walked beside Nick, his icy blue eyes locked onto Kofi in the ring. The commentary team immediately reacted with shock.
"Wait a minute… what is this? Why is Drew McIntyre out here with Nick Nemeth?"
"I don't know, but this doesn't feel right. These two men, alongside Kofi and Bobby Roode, are the four semifinalists in the FCW North American Championship Tournament, but why are Nick and Drew coming out now? What's their agenda?"
Kofi narrowed his eyes as he saw the two men making their way down the ramp. He knew trouble was coming.
Nick held a microphone in his hand, and as the fans continued to boo, he let out a cocky chuckle before speaking.
"Congratulations, Kofi!" he said mockingly. "I mean it, buddy. That was a huge win for you. And Drew and I, we just had to come out here to congratulate you firsthand, seeing as we're also in the second round of this little tournament."
Drew brought his own microphone up to his lips, his thick Scottish accent adding an extra layer of menace.
"Aye, congratulations, mate," Drew said with a smirk. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Because after tonight, there won't be four men left in this tournament… there'll only be three."
The cryptic words sent a shiver through the crowd. The booing grew louder as both men made their way down the ramp, walking with purpose.
Kofi knew exactly what was about to happen.
He clenched his fists and readied himself. He wasn't going to back down.
Drew and Nick stepped into the ring, slowly circling Kofi like predators surrounding their prey. Kofi kept his eyes locked on both men, his body tensed.
Then—
BAM!
Nick and Drew struck at the same time!
They overwhelmed Kofi instantly, hammering him with clubbing forearms and vicious stomps! The crowd erupted in loud boos as Kofi tried to fight back, but the numbers game was too much!
Nick nailed him with a stiff right hand, followed by a knee strike from Drew that sent Kofi stumbling backward. Nick followed up with a standing dropkick, sending Kofi crashing down to the mat!
The assault continued.
Drew grabbed Kofi by the arms, pulling him up, and Nick wasted no time delivering a hard punch straight to Kofi's jaw! The crowd rained down boos as Kofi slumped in Drew's grasp.
Then suddenly Bobby Roode's music hit and he crowd exploded in cheers as they heard his music hit!
Roode sprinted down the ramp, wasting no time, and slid into the ring!
The moment he entered, he charged at Nick and BLASTED him from behind with a clubbing forearm!
Nick stumbled forward, and Roode turned his attention to Drew, laying into him with right hands!
The crowd roared as Roode went back and forth between the two men, punching Nick, then Drew, then Nick again!
For a moment, it looked like Roode was turning the tide, but the numbers game soon caught up to Roode. Drew and Nick regrouped and overwhelmed Roode as well, with Drew grabbing Roode and slammed him into the turnbuckle, while Nick drilled him with repeated punches to the gut!
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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