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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.
After celebrating his successful title defense in the ring, Sandro made his way up the ramp, his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. He turned back for one last glance at the roaring crowd, raising the belt high one more time before disappearing behind the curtain.
The moment he stepped into the backstage area, the adrenaline was still coursing through his veins. He could hear the faint sound of the next segment beginning, but for now, he focused on catching his breath.
As he walked past some of the crew members, a few of them gave him nods of approval. Some of his friends he passed through patted him on the back, acknowledging yet another solid title defense.
"Another banger, champ," Stu Sanders said with a smirk as Sandro passed by and patted him on the back.
"You're making the rest of us look bad, Sandro!" Taylor Rotunda joked, teasing his best friend.
Sandro chuckled. "I can slow down if you want. Give you guys a chance to catch up."
Stu laughed. "Nah, mate. Keep pushing it. You're setting the bar high."
As Sandro continued walking, he saw Sheamus and Drew McIntyre talking in the corner. Drew gave him a smile and nodded with a thumbs up for his great match, while Sheamus smirked and said, "You better not get too comfortable. That title ain't staying around your waist forever, fella."
Sandro smirked back. "Then you better step up, Sheamus. I'm waiting for you to take it from me! "
They exchanged friendly banter before Sandro turned his attention back to the monitor. The next segment, a promo segment, was already in motion.
Inside the ring, Rebecca stood proudly, the newly crowned FCW Divas Champion. The fans erupted in cheers as she soaked in the moment, the championship gleaming on her shoulder. She lifted the mic and smiled confidently.
"I told you all," Rebecca began, "that I was going to take this title. That I was going to prove that I'm the best. And I did exactly that."
The crowd cheered again, some even chanting, "You deserve it!"
She let the reaction settle before continuing, "I didn't just beat Nicole. I outsmarted her. I took down Brianna first, made sure I earned my title shot, and then, when it mattered most, I took her championship in the best possible way. And now, I stand before you not just as a champion, but as The Man of this woman division."
More cheers. Some fans whistled in approval while others chanted, "The Man! The Man!"
Rebecca smirked. "Not the woman. The Man. Because I fight like one. I take what I want, and I don't apologize for it."
She paced the ring before stopping in the center. "But I know some of you are wondering, what's next? Am I going to duck challengers? Am I going to sit back and enjoy my reign while avoiding fights?"
She shook her head. "Hell no."
The crowd popped as she pointed at the camera. "To prove I am The Man of this division, I went straight to Dusty and demanded a fatal fatal fourway match next week! My title's on the line. Any woman in the back who thinks they can take this championship from me, step up and come face The Man!"
The reaction was mixed, some cheered her fighting spirit, while others murmured in concern. Was she taking too big of a risk on her first title reign? Anyhow, the fans were hooked by this notion, whether seeing her win or lose.
As she stood tall in the ring, holding her championship high, Sandro leaned against the monitor backstage, nodding to himself. Rebecca was making waves, taking the Divas division in a new direction. And whether people liked her or not, she had the confidence and skill to back it up.
The show continued with more matches and promos, leading up to the highly anticipated main event. Inside the FCW arena, the energy reached a fever pitch. Fans knew they were in for something special.
The ring announcer stepped into the center of the ring and raised the mic.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! And the winners of this match will earn the right to choose the stipulation for their semifinal match in the second round of the FCW North American Championship tournament!"
The crowd exploded with cheers. They hadn't expected such a high stakes reward in tonight's main event, since Dusty didn't announce it last week, but this only made the match mean even more for them to see.
The lights dimmed slightly as the first entrance theme hit. It was Kofi's entrance music that hit first. The crowd erupted as Kofi burst through the curtain, clapping his hands and hyping up the fans as he made his way down the ramp. He radiated energy, his signature smile on full display.
"Introducing first," the ring announcer called, "representing Dragon Boom, from Ghana, West Africa, weighing in at 212 pounds… Kofi Kingston!"
Kofi rolled into the ring, bouncing on his toes as he clapped along with the audience. He motioned for his tag partner to come out, and a few seconds later, his partner Roode's entrance music hit.
The crowd erupted again as Bobby Roode's theme hit. Roode walked out with his usual confidence, and confidently walked toward the being while adjusting his wrist tape as he strode down the ramp.
"And his partner," the announcer continued, "representing Beer Money Inc., from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 235 pounds… Bobby Roode!"
Roode entered the ring, meeting Kofi in the center as the two exchanged nods and fist bumped. They turned to the stage, waiting for their opponents.
Then Nick's entrance music hit and boos filled the arena as Nick walked out, grinning smugly. He soaked in the negative reaction, running a hand through his bleach blonde hair before pointing at himself arrogantly.
"And their opponent," the ring announcer said, "from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 218 pounds… Nick Nemeth!"
Nemeth took his time walking down the ramp, taunting fans and smirking. When he reached the middle of the ramp, he stopped, trash talked the fans behind the barricade, and turned back to look toward the entrance.
A tense few seconds passed before the next theme hit, which was Drew's, and another rain of boos cascaded down as Drew McIntyre walked out, his cold blue eyes locked onto the ring. His presence alone made the atmosphere shift.
"And his partner," the announcer continued, "from Ayr, Scotland, weighing in at 245 pounds… Drew McIntyre!"
Drew joined Nemeth, and together, the two continued toward the ring. The moment they stepped inside, both teams immediately went face to face in the center, the tension crackling between them.
The crowd could sense it. The powder keg was about to explode.
But before things could escalate, the referee quickly got in between them, raising his hands. "Back to your corners!" he warned, his tone sharp. "If you start something before the bell rings, I'll call this match off!"
The teams hesitated for a moment, glaring at each other, but eventually, they backed away. The crowd booed, wanting to see the chaos unfold, but they knew it was only a matter of time before fists started flying.
As the referee signaled for the bell, the arena was electric.
DING! DING! DING!
Kofi and Nemeth started things off for their respective team, circling each other before locking up in the center of the ring. The match was officially underway, and with so much on the line, neither team was going to hold back.
Nick and Kofi locked up in the center of the ring, each trying to gain the upper hand. They jockeyed for position, their bodies tense with effort as they traded holds.
Kofi twisted Nick's arm into a wrist lock, but Nick quickly reversed, rolling through and wrenching Kofi's arm behind his back in a hammerlock. Kofi grimaced but wasn't about to let Nick control the pace. He twisted his body, flipping forward and rolling out of the hold before sweeping Nick's legs from under him.
The fans erupted in applause as Kofi transitioned seamlessly into a grounded headlock, tightening his grip around Nick's head. Nick, however, wasn't one to stay down for long. He planted his feet, using his core strength to push Kofi up and shove him toward the ropes.
Kofi rebounded with a shoulder tackle, knocking Nick down, but instead of following up, he ran toward the opposite ropes to build momentum.
Nick was ready. As Kofi came charging back, Nick dropped down, forcing Kofi to leap over him. On the next rebound, Nick sprung up, catching Kofi in a leapfrog.
Kofi landed smoothly, turning just as Nick attempted a dropkick, only for Kofi to sidestep at the last second, letting Nick crash onto the mat.
Thinking fast, Kofi took advantage of Nick's vulnerable position, sliding behind him and wrapping his arms around Nick's waist.
With a grunt of effort, he hoisted him up and sent him crashing down with a textbook German suplex. The impact reverberated through the ring, and the crowd roared in approval.
Kofi wasted no time. He popped up, ran to the ropes, and came back with a knee drop right across Nick's face. Nick clutched his head in pain, but Kofi wasn't finished.
He grabbed Nick by the arm, dragging him up and shoving him into the corner. Raising his hand, Kofi smacked Nick across the chest with a loud chop! The crowd "Wooed!" in response as Nick winced.
Kofi smirked and tagged in Roode. With Nick still trapped in the corner, Roode and Kofi worked together, grabbing Nick by the arms and lifting him up into a double suplex.
They held him in the air for a moment, letting the blood rush to his head before slamming him down hard. The referee gave them a warning about double teaming, but the damage was already done.
Roode followed up immediately. He grabbed Nick and pulled him up into a back suplex, driving him back first into the mat. Nick groaned, rolling onto his side, trying to escape the onslaught, but Roode wasn't letting him go that easy.
He grabbed Nick by the head and positioned him for a hard right hand, but Nick ducked, spinning behind Roode and landing a stiff forearm to the back of his head.
Now it was Nick's turn to take control. He threw another forearm, then another, each one landing with a sickening thud.
Roode stumbled but tried to fight back with a punch of his own. Nick ducked under it, grabbing Roode around the waist and lifting him up for a Northern Lights Suplex!
The bridge was perfect, and the referee dropped down.
One…
Two— Roode kicked out!
Nick, knowing he needed to keep the momentum, dragged Roode up and whipped him hard into the corner where Drew McIntyre stood. With a smug grin, Nick tagged in Drew.
The crowd let out a chorus of boos as Drew stepped in, his imposing figure towering over Roode. He grabbed Roode by the hair and threw a vicious headbutt right between the eyes.
Roode staggered, but Drew wasn't done. He yanked Roode in, scooping him up and slamming him down with a brutal powerslam. Drew took a moment, pacing around the ring with a cold smirk as Roode writhed in pain. Then he ran to the ropes and came back with a jumping elbow drop, landing right across Roode's chest. He went for the pin.
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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