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Dusty chuckled at their enthusiasm. "That's right, darlin'. Stephanie wants you both in WWE ASAP. Next week, you're heading to WWE's headquarters in Tampa to officially sign your contracts and start preparing for your main roster debut on RAW or SmackDown."
Brianna let out an excited laugh, practically bouncing in place. Nicole's heart was racing. This was it. The opportunity they had been working toward since stepping into FCW.
They turned to each other, grabbing hands, almost as if confirming this was real.
Nicole swallowed hard, looking back at Dusty and Steve. "Thank you. Thank you so much. This means everything to us."
Steve smiled. "You earned this. We just gave you the platform, you two made WWE take notice."
Dusty, however, gave Nicole a knowing look before adding, "And don't forget to tell the important people in your life."
Steve assumed Dusty was referring to their family, but Nicole and Brianna knew exactly what he meant. Nicole's chest tightened. She knew she had to tell Sandro, and it meant they had to have a long distance relationship since she was being called up.
Nicole and Brianna left Dusty's office, their minds still racing with excitement. As soon as they stepped into the hallway, Brianna grabbed Nicole's arm, eyes shining.
"I can't believe it, Nic," she said, practically vibrating with energy. "We're actually going to WWE."
Nicole nodded, still processing everything. "I know... It feels unreal."
Brianna grinned. "Mom is going to freak out when we tell them!"
Nicole chuckled, but her thoughts drifted elsewhere. There was someone else she needed to tell first. Pulling out her phone, she quickly found Sandro's contact and called him.
At that moment, Sandro was in the middle of a phone call with Hugo, one of his investment advisors. Hugo had just informed him that the results of the Spotify investment round would be announced in three days.
It was an important piece of news, one that could impact his business plans, but when he saw Nicole's name flash across his phone screen, he knew he had to take the call.
"Alright, Hugo, thanks for the update," Sandro said. "We'll talk soon. I have another call coming in."
After Hugo responded, Sandro ended the call and immediately answered Nicole's.
"Hey, babe. What's up?" he greeted with a smile in his voice. "It's unusual for you to call me this early."
On the other end, Nicole smiled at the warmth in his voice. "Hey, babe. Yeah, I know it's unusual for me, huh? I just... I have something to tell you."
Sandro raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh really? What is it?" He paused, then added in a teasing tone, "Don't tell me you and April got into another fight over something small again? You know I can't take sides between my girlfriends."
Nicole laughed, the tension in her chest loosening slightly. "Sandro, be serious."
"Alright, alright," Sandro said, his tone softening. "Tell me, what's up?"
Nicole took a deep breath. "Brianna and I are being called up to the main roster. Next week, we'll be heading to WWE headquarters in Tampa to sign our contracts."
There was a beat of silence before Sandro responded. "Wait, what? Seriously?"
"Yeah," Nicole confirmed.
A slow grin spread across Sandro's face. "Nic, that's amazing! This is your dream. I'm so happy for you and Brianna."
Nicole felt a lump in her throat. She had been so focused on her worries that she hadn't let herself enjoy the moment. But Sandro's joy was infectious.
"Thanks," she said softly.
Sandro's excitement, however, faded slightly when he picked up on something in her voice. "But... you don't sound as happy as you should. What's wrong?"
Nicole sighed. "It's just... it means we'll be apart a lot. I'll be traveling constantly, and we'll have to do a long-distance relationship. I don't want that. I'm scared it'll put too much strain on us."
Sandro exhaled, understanding her concern. "Nicole, listen to me. We're going to be okay. We can visit each other whenever we want. You don't have to worry about money, Vince, or anything else, you know I have enough pull to handle him if he ever tries to interfere."
Nicole knew Sandro and his father had a powerful influence in WWE, but it still surprised her how confident he was in his ability to navigate the wrestling business at such a young age.
"You really think we'll be fine?" she asked.
"I know we will," Sandro assured her. "I love you, Nic, and a little distance isn't going to change that."
Nicole let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "I love you too, Sandro."
They spent a few more moments talking, with Sandro reassuring her that they would find a way to make things work. By the time they ended the call, Nicole felt much better.
After the call, Sandro stood by the window of his apartment, looking out at the city skyline. Nicole's words had struck a chord in him.
She was moving forward, stepping onto the stage she had always dreamed of. And while he was happy for her, it also made him reflect on his own journey.
He had been so caught up in business, investments, and everything else that he had lost sight of his own dream.
Wrestling. WWE.
That was where he truly wanted to be.
"I need to wrap things up here in FCW," he muttered to himself. "It's time to focus on what I really came here for."
Days passed, and soon, it was Monday again.
Inside the FCW arena, the energy was electric as the roster prepared for another night of action.
Sandro, already dressed in his in-ring attire, held his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. He stood backstage, deep in conversation with Nick Nemeth, Drew McIntyre, Kofi Kingston, and Robert Roode.
The five of them were discussing the main event, the big tag team match featuring Drew and Nick against Kofi and Roode, the result of their brawl last week during the main event.
"Alright," Kofi said, stretching his arms, "we're calling most of it in the ring, but we've got some cool spots planned that should get the crowd hyped."
Drew smirked. "And you're not telling Sandro about them because…?"
Roode chuckled. "Because we want his genuine reaction when he watches it live."
Sandro rolled his eyes, amused. "You guys really think you can surprise me?"
Nick grinned. "We know we can."
Sandro shook his head with a small laugh. "Fine, fine. Just make sure you don't kill each other out there, we don't want FCW to have a PR emergency."
Just then, a production assistant walked by, giving Sandro a time cue, as the opening match will feature him defending his title as usual.
"Alright, I'm up boys, wish me luck!" Sandro said.
The guys chuckles at his antics and as Sa sro heads toward the curtain, he takes a deep breath. His mind briefly flickered back to Nicole. She was about to start a new chapter of her career. And soon, he wanted to do the same as well, he just needed to leave some marks in FCW before going to the big leagues.
Sandro walked up to the Gorilla position, rolling his shoulders as he mentally prepared for his match. He could hear the distant hum of the crowd, their energy buzzing through the walls. The second his entrance music, Cult of Personality, blared through the speakers, the FCW audience erupted in cheers.
With the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship secured around his waist, Sandro stepped through the curtain and into the sea of flashing cameras and roaring voices. The ring announcer's voice boomed through the microphone:
"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 stood at the top of the ramp, his eyes scanning the packed arena. He unstrapped the championship from his waist and hoisted it high above his head, soaking in the moment before making his way down the ramp. Every step was deliberate, his confidence exuding through his posture. He slapped hands with some of the fans at ringside before ascending the steel steps and stepping through the ropes.
Inside the ring, Sinn Bodhi was already waiting, shifting on his feet as he eyed the champion. Sandro walked toward the center of the ring, raising his title once again, this time circling around so all corners of the crowd could get a look.
After handing the belt to the referee, Sandro moved to his corner, stretching his arms out one last time. The referee raised the championship high in the air, signaling what was at stake, before handing it to the timekeeper. With one final check, he called for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Sandro and Sinn immediately met in the center of the ring, wasting no time exchanging blows. The first few strikes were cautious, each man testing the other's defenses, but then Sandro caught Sinn with a sharp Jigotoki thrust to the throat, stunning him.
Seeing an opening, Sandro swiftly grabbed Sinn and hoisted him onto his shoulders, showcasing his strength before dropping him hard with a Death Valley Driver! The crowd popped as Sandro hooked the leg for an early pin.
ONE! TWO—
Sinn kicked out at two, and Sandro wasted no time, quickly transitioning to his feet. He grabbed both of Sinn's hands and repeatedly kicked him in the gut, each strike echoing through the arena. After the final kick, he released Sinn's hands and raised his arms, taunting the crowd.
The fans cheered, rallying behind him, while Sinn crawled toward the corner, using the turnbuckles to pull himself up. Sandro, seeing his chance, ran toward him, aiming for a running clothesline—
But Sinn countered!
He lifted both feet, catching Sandro in the chest, stopping his momentum. Without missing a beat, Sinn surged forward and grabbed Sandro's head, dropping him face-first with a running bulldog!
The crowd gasped at the impact. Sandro groaned, rolling onto his back while Sinn quickly capitalized, climbing to the middle rope and diving off with a knee drop straight to Sandro's sternum!
The ref dropped for the count.
ONE! TWO—
Sandro kicked out, and the crowd cheered in support of their champion.
Sinn didn't waste time arguing. He grabbed Sandro's wrist and pulled him up, attempting to whip him into the ropes, but Sandro reversed! Sinn bounced back, and Sandro ducked under a clothesline, then rebounded off the opposite side before hitting a stiff forearm to Sinn's jaw!
Sinn stumbled, and Sandro followed up with a snap suplex, transitioning smoothly into a standing moonsault! He hooked the leg.
ONE! TWO—
Another kickout.
Sandro ran a hand through his hair, nodding to himself. He knew he had to end this soon.
Pulling Sinn up, he positioned him for a snap DDT, but Sinn powered out, spinning behind Sandro and wrapping his arms around his waist for a German suplex—
Sandro blocked it with his foot, then reversed into a standing switch!
With the crowd on their feet, Sandro pushed Sinn forward toward the ropes. As Sinn rebounded, Sandro superkicked him right in the jaw!
Sinn dropped to one knee, dazed. Sandro pointed to the turnbuckle, signaling the end. The crowd roared as he ascended the ropes, perching himself on the top turnbuckle.
Sinn, in a daze, slowly got to his feet—right into position.
Sandro leaped off, wrapping his arm around Sinn's head in mid-air—
DOWNFALL DDT!
Sinn's head spiked against the mat, and he collapsed.
Sandro immediately hooked the leg.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
DING DING DING!
"Here is your winner… AND STILL THE FCW FLORIDA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… SANDRO ZHANG!!!"
The crowd exploded as Sandro's music hit again. The referee retrieved the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship and handed it to him. Sandro raised it high, sweat dripping from his face, as the audience continued cheering. Another successful defense. As Sandro stood in the ring, catching his breath, he glanced toward the camera. He knew he was running out of time here in FCW. He had to start preparing for what was next.
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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