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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!
The two men met once again at the center of the ring once more, breathing heavily, their bodies battered but their determination unshaken. The fans roared in anticipation as Sandro Zhang and Stu Bennett, both weary but unwilling to yield, started trading stiff punches.
A right hand from Sandro.
A right hand from Stu.
Another right hand from Sandro.
Another from Stu.
Back and forth, they hammered each other, each strike carrying the weight of their exhaustion and desperation to win.
Then, just as Stu wound up for a particularly nasty right hand—
Sandro suddenly reached out and poked Stu in the eye!
The crowd erupted into cheers, realizing that Sandro, living up the his now somewhat cunning anti hero persona, had just given Stu a taste of his own medicine. Stu stumbled backward, clutching his eye in pain, cursing under his breath as the referee immediately stepped in.
The official wagged a finger at Sandro, warning him against using such dirty tactics.
"That was a blatant eye poke! The referee is warning Sandro, but listen to this crowd! They love it!"
"Can you blame them? Stu has been bending the rules the entire match, talk about a fair play!"
Sandro simply shrugged, raising his hands as if to say, What? Me? before smirking and turning his attention back to Stu. Without hesitation, Sandro capitalized on his opponent's temporary blindness by delivering a sharp kick straight to Stu's gut.
As Stu doubled over, still rubbing his eye, Sandro hoisted him up onto his shoulders and slammed him down with a powerful Samoan Drop!
The crowd roared as Sandro wasted no time, rolling to his feet and running toward the ropes. He bounced off with momentum and leaped into the air, twisting his body before crashing down onto Stu with a running Swanton Bomb!
Sandro hooked the leg for a cover—
1… 2… KICK OUT!
Stu shot his shoulder off the mat just in time, but the fans were fired up by the not stop action and feats given to their eyes.
"That was incredible! Sandro Zhang pulling off moves we haven't seen before!"
"Sandro is digging deep into his arsenal, but Bennett refuses to stay down!"
The battle continued, and what followed was a brutal exchange of high impact moves.
Stu countered a charging Sandro with a back suplex, slamming him onto the mat with authority.
Sandro fought back with a backbreaker, sending Stu crumbling onto the mat clutching his spine.
Stu retaliated with a gut wrench powerbomb, driving Sandro into the canvas with incredible force.
Sandro, refusing to stay down, reversed a suplex attempt and planted Stu with a brainbuster!
The two men lay sprawled on the mat once again, breathing heavily as the referee checked on them. The audience clapped rhythmically, willing them to rise.
Slowly, they stirred, pushing themselves to their feet, still locked in a battle of attrition.
Stu struck first, whipping Sandro into the ropes. But Sandro countered, leaping onto the second rope and rebounding back with a breathtaking springboard cutter!
The crowd popped as Stu's head bounced off the mat!
"This is insane! The innovation from Sandro Zhang!"
"And listen to this crowd! They are eating it up!"
Sandro wasn't done. He dragged Stu toward the corner, climbed the ropes, and launched himself backward with a moonsault!
But Stu got the knees up!
Sandro crashed his stomach first onto Stu's raised knees, gasping for air as he rolled away in agony.
Stu took control again, lifting Sandro up and drilling him with a standing neckbreaker!
Sandro clutched his neck, groaning in pain, and Stu, seeing an opportunity, landed a vicious elbow to the back of Sandro's head!
Wasting no time, Stu pulled Sandro up and set him up for his finishing move—
THE SPINEBUSTER!
Stu drove Sandro into the mat with a thunderous impact and quickly covered him.
1… 2… KICK OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
The arena exploded with cheers!
"Unbelievable! Sandro Zhang just survived a Spinebuster from Stu!"
"Bennett can't believe it! He's furious!"
Stu pounded the mat in frustration before dragging Sandro up again. He was determined to finish this.
Grabbing Sandro, he positioned him for another Spinebuster, lifting him into the air—
But Sandro fought back!
He threw wild punches to Stu's face, forcing him to let go. The second Stu's grip loosened, Sandro dropped back onto his feet and hit a superkick to the back of Stu's head!
Stu staggered forward, dazed, his legs wobbly as the kick rattled his brain.
Sandro, sensing the end, sprinted toward the corner. He climbed the top turnbuckle, turning to face the crowd.
Then, in a move that stunned everyone, Sandro mocked Stu's signature taunt, pointing at his opponent as if demanding he get up.
The fans erupted at the sheer disrespect!
"You gotta be kidding me! Sandro Zhang is taunting Stu with his own gesture!"
"Oh, this is personal now!"
Stu, groggy and barely standing, turned around—
And Sandro leaped from the top rope!
DIVING DDT!!!
Stu's head spiked into the mat with brutal force!
Sandro immediately covered him, hooking both legs tight!
1… 2… 3!!!
The bell rang, and the crowd erupted in deafening cheers!
"Here is your winner… AND STILL THE FCW FLORIDA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… SANDRO ZHANG!!!"
Sandro rolled onto his back, exhausted but victorious. The referee handed him the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship, and he clutched it tightly before slowly rising to his feet.
The fans chanted his name as he raised the title high above his head, standing tall in triumph.
"What a match! What a battle! Sandro Zhang just introduced us to his new finisher, the Downfall DDT! That he used last week as well!"
"And what a way to do it! Mocking Stu Bennett before taking him down! This was personal!"
Sandro smirked, wiping sweat from his brow before stepping onto the turnbuckle, lifting his title once more for the roaring crowd.
Stu, meanwhile, lay motionless on the mat, defeated.
Sandro hopped down and took one last look at his fallen opponent before rolling out of the ring. He walked up the ramp, still holding his title high, the fans reaching out to him as he passed.
With one final glance back at the ring, Sandro gave a small nod before disappearing behind the curtain, leaving Stu seething in the ring.
A statement had been made. Sandro Zhang was still the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, and with the Downfall DDT now in his arsenal, he was more dangerous than ever.
After that, several matches and promos ensued, each one delivering its own thrilling moments, keeping the fans on the edge of their seats. The night had already been electric, but everyone in attendance knew there was still one match left, one final battle before the first round of the FCW North American Championship Tournament concluded.
The energy in the building reached a fever pitch as the ring announcer stepped into the center of the ring, microphone in hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the final match of the first round for the FCW North American Championship Tournament, and it is scheduled for one fall!"
The crowd roared in anticipation. They knew exactly who was about to step through that curtain, and the excitement was undeniable.
Suddenly, the upbeat, unmistakable theme music of Kofi Kingston hit the speakers, and the fans erupted in cheers! The entire arena seemed to come alive as Kofi burst onto the stage, full of energy, his signature infectious smile lighting up the building.
He clapped his hands above his head, encouraging the fans to do the same, and the audience happily obliged.
As he made his way down the ramp, Kofi slapped hands with as many fans as he could, hyping up the crowd with his positive energy. He reached ringside, climbed onto the apron, and gracefully entered the ring.
Without missing a beat, he ran to the center bottom rope, bouncing up and doing his signature pose, further igniting the audience's excitement. After that, he moved to the upper left corner, stretching his arms and keeping his eyes on the entrance.
Then, the mood in the arena shifted dramatically.
A new theme hit, one that sent an immediate wave of boos rippling through the crowd. Austin Creed had arrived.
Emerging from the back with a smug, arrogant grin, Creed walked onto the stage, basking in the hatred from the audience.
He looked out at the crowd, shaking his head in disapproval before he began his slow, confident march down the ramp. As he walked, he made sure to insult the fans, shouting dismissive remarks at them.
At one point, he even snatched a Kofi Kingston poster from the hands of an excited fan and, with no hesitation, ripped it in half. The crowd booed even louder, their disdain for Creed growing stronger. But Creed just sneered, tossing the shredded remains to the ground as he kept moving.
Once at ringside, Creed climbed the steel steps and entered the ring, making a show of flexing his muscles and posing with an exaggerated smirk. He then backed up to the bottom right corner, keeping his eyes locked on Kofi, his confidence radiating.
The ring announcer lifted the microphone again to deliver the formal introductions.
"Introducing first, representing Dragon Boom, from Ghana, West Africa, weighing in at 212 pounds… Kofi Kingston!"
The fans erupted into cheers once more, clapping rhythmically as Kofi grinned and pounded his chest.
"And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 205 pounds… Austin Creed!"
A thunderous chorus of boos filled the arena as Creed simply smirked and raised his arms, mocking the crowd's reaction.
With introductions complete, the referee stepped forward to conduct final checks, making sure both men were ready. Kofi rolled his shoulders, bouncing on his feet, while Creed simply leaned back against the corner, exuding confidence.
The referee looked at both competitors, then stepped to the center of the ring, raising his arm—
DING DING DING!
The match was officially underway!
Kofi and Creed circled each other, the tension thick in the air. The two men had history, long before this moment, they had crossed paths multiple times. But tonight was different. This was about advancing in the tournament. This was about making history.
They locked up in the center of the ring. Creed, using his technical prowess, quickly transitioned into a headlock, wrenching down on Kofi's neck. Kofi gritted his teeth, feeling the pressure, but he wasted no time in countering. He pushed Creed off, sending him into the ropes.
Creed rebounded, Kofi leapfrogged over him!
Creed hit the ropes again, Kofi dropped down, forcing Creed to jump over him!
Creed rebounded one more time, Kofi sprung up and went for a spinning back elbow!
But Creed dodged it!
With lightning fast reflexes, Creed stopped his momentum, turned around, and blasted Kofi with a sharp knee to the ribs!
Kofi doubled over, gasping for breath, and Creed smirked before delivering a sharp slap to Kofi's head. It was pure disrespect. The crowd booed even louder, but Creed just chuckled, enjoying every second of their hatred.
However, Kofi wasn't going to let that slide.
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.
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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