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Alexis, on the other hand, had a feisty, almost mischievous energy to her. She was quick, agile, and had a flair for theatrics. Her movements were crisp, and she clearly understood the art of engaging an audience. After watching them go through their sequences, Sandro clapped his hands together. "Alright. I've seen enough."
Dusty and Steve turned to him expectantly. Ashley and Alexis also looked at him with anticipation.
Sandro took a deep breath, then turned to Ashley first. "Ashley, you've got an aura about you, powerful, commanding, like you were born to be in the spotlight. You've got the presence of a queen in that ring and a big legacy to live up to." He smirked. "How does 'Charlotte Flair' sound to you?"
Ashley's eyes widened slightly before a grin spread across her face. "Charlotte Flair… I like that. It's strong and also connects to the legacy my father made."
Sandro nodded before turning to Alexis. "And you, Alexis? You've got a different kind of energy, quick, cunning, unpredictable. You're like a firecracker in that ring, always keeping people on their toes. I see someone who can blend charm with ruthlessness." He paused before revealing her name. "How about 'Alexa Bliss', what do you think?"
Alexis let the name roll around in her mind before smiling. "Alexa Bliss… That sounds perfect."
Dusty and Steve exchanged glances before nodding in approval. "I like 'em," Dusty said. "Strong names, fitting for strong talent."
Steve crossed his arms with a smirk. "Good work, Sandro. These two are gonna make waves."
Sandro grinned. "That's the plan."
Ashley, now Charlotte, stepped forward. "Thank you, Sandro. You really took the time to understand us."
Alexa nodded. "Yeah, this means a lot."
Sandro waved them off. "Don't mention it. Just make sure you both live up to those names. Because in a few years, I expect you to be running this division."
After that, days passed by for Sandro, and soon, it was Monday once again. Sandro adjusted the glove on his hands, already clad in his in ring gear, while Big E stood beside him, also fully suited up and ready. The atmosphere in the locker room was lively, the usual pre show buzz electrifying the air.
Just then, a creative staff member entered, stopping in front of Sandro. "Hey, Sandro, Dusty and Steve need to see you in Dusty's office. Right now. Something about tonight's show."
Sandro raised an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with Big E before nodding in agreement. "Got it. You stay here, E. I'll go see what's up."
With that, he left the locker room, his mind running through possibilities. What could be so important that they needed to call him in at the last minute? It wasn't uncommon for last minute creative changes, but something about the way the staffer had spoken told him this was different.
Reaching Dusty's office, Sandro knocked before stepping in. Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn were waiting, their expressions serious yet tinged with excitement. Dusty motioned for him to sit, and Sandro complied, leaning back with his arms crossed.
"Alright, what's the deal? What's so big you had to call me in before the show?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Dusty chuckled, rubbing his chin. "Son, tonight's got a big surprise in store after your title defense in the main event. And when I say big, I mean groundbreaking. We need you and Big E to act accordingly."
Sandro's brows furrowed. "That big, huh? So big that even I, who's usually involved in some of this stuff, am being left in the dark?"
Steve nodded, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Exactly. We need a real, organic reaction from you. Not that your acting's bad, hell, you're one of the best at it, but this moment needs to be real. You feel me?"
Sandro chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, fine. I'll play along. But you two are making me damn curious now."
Dusty simply grinned. "Good. That's the point. Now, get out there and get ready to put on a hell of a show."
Sandro stood, giving them a mock salute. "You got it, boss."
With that, he left the office and made his way back to the locker room to finish his preparations. The night was just getting started.
The show kicked off with a buzz as the theme music hit, signaling Davina's entrance. Unlike usual, she wasn't walking behind April, this time, it was the other way around. April trailed behind her, almost in a supporting role, as Davina marched down to the ring, radiating confidence.
With a microphone in hand, Davina let the crowd settle before she spoke. "For months, I've proven myself, taking down everyone in this division. But there's still two women I haven't beaten, my best friend, April, and the current FCW Divas Champion, Rebecca."
The crowd roared in approval, clearly behind Davina. She nodded, feeding off their energy. "So tonight, I'm making it official. Rebecca, I'm challenging you for that title!"
The arena erupted in cheers as Davina stood tall in the center of the ring, waiting for a response. But it seemed she'd have to wait until next week to hear Rebecca's answer to her challenge.
The show rolled on with matches and promos, the anticipation building. And then, finally, it was time for the main event.
Sandro emerged from the curtain, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. The opening riffs of "Cult of Personality" blasted through the arena, and the crowd exploded in cheers. He walked with a confidence that came naturally, his presence commanding attention.
Big E followed closely behind, standing tall as Sandro's enforcer. As they reached the ring, Sandro climbed inside, raising his championship high before retreating to his corner.
Then, the entrance music hit again. Joe Hennig stepped onto the stage to a chorus of cheers. He was a second generation wrestler, carrying the legacy of his father, Mr. Perfect.
Hennig entered the ring, stretching his arms and rolling his shoulders as he locked eyes with Sandro. The referee checked both men, and then signaled for the bell.
The match began with a lock up in the center of the ring. Sandro, as the more agile competitor, transitioned into a quick side headlock. Hennig pushed him into the ropes, breaking free, but Sandro rebounded with a shoulder tackle that sent him down. The pace quickened, both men countering each other's moves with precision.
Hennig got a near fall after a snap suplex, but Sandro quickly retaliated with a snap suplex of his own after countering Hennig. The match continued at a breakneck pace, with the crowd on their feet.
As the climax approached, Sandro countered Hennig's attempted Perfect Plex, slipping behind him and hitting a brutal spinning back fist. Staggered, Hennig barely had time to react before Sandro then followed with a running bulldog and as Hennig was down, Sandro went up to the top turnbuckle.
After taunting Hennig and waiting for him to get up and turn around, Sandro launched to hit his finishing move the Downfall DDT, securing the three count.
The bell rang, and Sandro stood victorious, his championship raised high once more. Big E joined him in the ring, patting his back in celebration. But just as the victory sank in, the unexpected happened.
The moment Sandro's entrance music was cut off, a wave of murmurs swept through the crowd. Instinctively, Sandro and Big E exchanged glances, acting like their bodies were tensing.
The last time something like this happened, it was the Wyatt Family making their eerie presence felt. Sandro's grip on his championship tightened as he and Big E stood their ground in the center of the ring, their eyes scanning the arena for any signs of movement.
But then, something completely unexpected happened.
The lights dimmed, plunging the arena into darkness except for the glow of the Titantron. The murmurs turned into a deafening roar of confusion and excitement as a familiar entrance theme blared through the speakers, the unmistakable music of TNA World Heavyweight champion, the Olympic Gold Medalist, Kurt Angle.
The reaction was instantaneous.
The crowd erupted, their cheers mixing with gasps of disbelief. The commentary team lost their composure, their voices overlapping as they tried to process the shocking moment.
"What the hell?! That's…that's Kurt Angle's music!" one of them shouted.
"There's no way! He's the TNA World Heavyweight Champion! What's he doing here in FCW?!"
Sandro's jaw dropped as his eyes locked onto the entrance ramp. The disbelief on his face would undoubtedly become an internet meme by morning. He had been prepared for anything that Dusty and Steve might have thrown at him, except this.
He knows that with FCW and TNA signing the partnership deal, sooner or later they will come into contact, but he doesn't know if he will still be the FCW Florida Heavyweight champion or not, since Dusty has plans for Bray to be the one who succeeded him as champion.
And then, there he was.
Kurt Angle stepped onto the stage, the TNA World Heavyweight Championship strapped around his waist, his presence commanding instant respect. He looked out at the sea of fans, who, despite his current heel status in TNA, couldn't help but cheer for the wrestling legend standing before them.
Kurt, however, didn't acknowledge the adulation. He remained focused, eyes locked on Sandro who was holding his FCW Florida Heavyweight title in the ring.
The ring announcer, still seemingly in shock himself, composed himself enough to make the introduction. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the only Olympic Gold Medalist in professional wrestling history, the TNA World Heavyweight Champion, KURT ANGLE!"
Kurt adjusted the championship on his waist, lifting the microphone to his lips. He waited just a moment, letting the fans revel in the surreal nature of his presence before finally speaking.
"You should all feel honored," Kurt said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Honored that I, a freaking Olympic Gold Medalist, have graced this dump of a city with my presence."
The crowd, who had initially cheered him, instantly turned, showering him with loud boos. Sandro, who had snapped out of his initial shock, now crossed his arms, smirking as he listened.
Kurt continued, unfazed by the reaction. "But let's get one thing straight, I didn't want to be here. No, I was forced to come out here by TNA management because they signed some petty little partnership with a company called FCW."
He scoffed. "And now, I'm supposed to 'showcase' myself here? Me?! I'm a damn Olympic Gold Medalist! I don't need to 'showcase' anything to the likes of you idiots!"
The boos grew even louder, with chants of "You suck!" beginning to echo through the arena. Kurt rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed.
"And what's even more pathetic," he continued, now turning his attention directly to Sandro, "is that some of you actually think he—" Angle pointed straight at Sandro "—stands a chance against me?!"
Sandro raised an eyebrow, as the smirk on that was already on his face turned into an amused one as Kurt continued.
"You really think this twerp in the ring can go toe to toe with Kurt Angle?!"
Kurt let out a mocking laugh, shaking his head. Sandro, however, took a step forward, now standing at the ropes, looking directly up at Angle with an expression that showed equal parts amusement and challenge.
"You done?" Sandro finally asked, raising his own microphone.
Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Oh, I'm just getting started, kid."
Sandro chuckled. "Alright, cool, just checking. Because I was trying to figure out if you were actually making a point or just rambling about how great you used to be."
The crowd erupted.
Kurt's jaw tightened, his grip on the microphone clenching as Sandro leaned casually against the ropes, waiting for him to reply to his word.
"You see, Kurt, I was excited to see you," Sandro continued. "I mean, it's not every day the TNA World Heavyweight Champion shows up in my ring. But man, what a letdown. I thought you were here to say something important, but instead, you're out here whining about having to be in FCW like some spoiled brat."
Big E grinned from behind Sandro, nodding in agreement as the fans cheered wildly.
Kurt took a deep breath, clearly restraining himself. "Let me remind you who the hell you're talking to, kid."
Sandro tilted his head. "Oh, I know exactly who I'm talking to. A legend. A future Hall of Famer. A badass. But also…a guy who just walked into my ring and started running his mouth like he owns the place."
Kurt at this time stepped closer to the ring by walking to the middle of the ramp, his intense stare never leaving Sandro. "Then why don't you do something about it?"
The tension in the arena skyrocketed as Sandro and Angle locked eyes. The crowd chanted "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Big E stepped forward slightly, ready to back Sandro up if things escalated, but Sandro held up a hand, signaling him to wait.
"You want to throw down right now?" Sandro asked, rolling his shoulders. "I'd love nothing more than to kick an Olympic Gold Medalist's ass. But we both know that's not happening tonight. Because if we're gonna do this, it sure as hell ain't gonna be for free."
Kurt smirked, nodding. "Alright, kid. I'll give you that. But don't get comfortable with that belt. Because sooner or later, I will take it from you. And when I do, I'll remind you exactly why I'm the best damn wrestler in the world." With that, Angle dropped the microphone, taking a step back off the ramp as his music hit once 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