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Silence filled the room as everyone considered the stakes. Finally, Kurt spoke again, a smirk playing on his lips. "We have many options. But whatever we do, we make sure this match is win win situation for me and that kid, also the best for both FCW and TNA." Everyone in the meeting nodded in agreement. This wasn't just any match. This was a defining moment in both FCW and TNA history, and they had to get it right.
The meeting continued on, and whatever decision was made for the match between Sandro and Kurt, alongside other matches that were included in the match card for the Forbidden Door pay per view between FCW and TNA, only those five people knew the result of the meeting, for now at least.
Back in Sandro's apartment, he had just taken a shower and walked into the kitchen, towel draped over his shoulders. He opened the fridge, scanning its contents for a drink when his iPhone rang. Glancing at the screen, he saw the name Brian Acton flashing across it. Raising an eyebrow, he answered the call.
"Brian, hey! What's up?" Sandro greeted, leaning against the counter as he put his drink down after taking a sip.
"Hey, Sandro. Sorry to bother you so early," Brian said, his voice laced with a mix of excitement and apology.
"No worries, man. What's the occasion?" Sandro asked, taking a sip of his drink. "Calling to tell me WhatsApp is finally ready?"
There was a brief silence before Brian let out a surprised chuckle. "Okay, I gotta ask, do you have someone keeping tabs on me and Jan like last time, or are you just really good at guessing this time?"
Sandro grinned. "Just a wild guess, I assure you. But from your reaction, I take it that means I was right?"
"Damn right, you were!" Brian confirmed. "We finally passed beta testing. The mobile version is ready to be launched worldwide. The web version still needs a bit of calibration and testing, but the app itself is good to go."
Sandro's eyes widened slightly as a surge of excitement shot through him. He had been anticipating this moment, knowing full well what WhatsApp would become in his past life.
But to be here, at this moment, influencing its launch before any competitors could emerge? It was surreal. He can't wait for the success WhatsApp will have under his influence.
"Brian, that's incredible news!" Sandro said, running a hand through his damp hair. "Honestly, the web version can take its time. The priority is mobile. If the app is ready, then launch it immediately. I'll coordinate with my father for marketing."
Brian exhaled, seemingly relieved. "Thanks, man. You have no idea how much this means to me and Jan. If it weren't for you backing us up to meet your father and believing in us, we wouldn't even be here."
"No, Brian," Sandro corrected, his tone genuine. "You and Jan did the hard work. I just helped you get the ball rolling. Now, let's change the world."
Brian laughed, the excitement in his voice clear. "Hell yeah! Alright, I'll get everything in motion. I'll update you once we have a final launch date."
"Sounds good. Talk soon," Sandro said before ending the call.
Setting his phone down, Sandro leaned back against the counter, a smirk forming on his lips. WhatsApp is about to take over the world. And I had a hand in making it happen.
The days passed quickly, and soon it was Monday. The locker room at FCW was buzzing with energy. Wrestlers were preparing for the night's matches, some taping up their wrists, others going over their spots. Sandro sat on a bench, already in his ring gear, but his focus was on the man standing in front of him.
Big E, dressed in his own gear, looked slightly nervous as he bounced on the balls of his feet. His debut match was minutes away, and though he was physically ready, the mental aspect was another battle.
"Alright, E, listen up," Sandro said, placing a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "You're ready for this. Don't overthink it. Just follow your partner's lead, adapt in the ring, and most importantly, focus on the reactions, not the crowd itself. Feel their energy, but don't let it control you. Also, I will be out there as well as support."
Big E took a deep breath and nodded. "Got it. Focus on the reactions, not the pressure."
"Exactly," Sandro said, grinning. "You're gonna kill it out there. Now let's go show 'em what you got."
Big E grinned back, the nerves settling slightly. "Thanks, man. Let's do this."
After that Sandro and Big E stood in the gorilla position, the anticipation buzzing around them like static electricity. The energy from the crowd outside was palpable, their cheers reverberating through the walls.
Another match had just concluded, and the fans were already primed for the next spectacle. Then, suddenly, an unfamiliar entrance theme blared through the arena speakers.
That was their cue.
Big E adjusted his wrist tape while Sandro slung his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. They exchanged a look, one filled with confidence, excitement, and a hint of nerves on Big E's part. Sandro clapped his friend on the back and nodded toward the entrance curtain. "Showtime."
As they stepped through the curtain, the audience erupted. Big E took the lead, his imposing frame immediately drawing eyes, while Sandro followed behind, his title gleaming under the bright lights.
Fans were already familiar with Sandro's dominance in FCW, and now they were eager to see what his bodyguard and enforcer could bring to the ring.
Big E walked down the ramp with purpose, rolling his shoulders while Sandro played to the crowd, pointing at Big E and hyping him up. The atmosphere was electric, a mix of cheers and murmurs of anticipation as they reached the ring.
Once inside, Big E took his corner, shaking out his arms and hopping in place to keep himself loose. The energy was infectious. Then, Byron Saxton's entrance music hit.
Boos rained down from the crowd as Byron made his way onto the stage, arms spread wide as if he were the biggest deal in the building. He sauntered down the ramp, unfazed by the negative reception, though there was a glint of unease in his eyes. He knew what he was up against.
Byron entered the ring, shooting a quick glance at Sandro, who simply smirked at him from the ringside. The referee did his pre-match checks before signaling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The match was officially underway.
Big E wasted no time, charging at Byron like a freight train. Before Byron could react, Big E bulldozed him into the corner with a massive shoulder tackle, forcing all the air out of his lungs. The crowd roared as Big E followed up with repeated shoulder thrusts into Byron's midsection, each one driving him deeper into the turnbuckle.
Byron stumbled forward, gasping for breath, but Big E immediately scooped him up and slammed him to the mat with a thunderous belly to belly suplex. Byron writhed in pain, clutching his back as Big E popped back to his feet, his energy unmatched.
Sandro clapped from the ringside, nodding approvingly. "That's what I'm talking about, E! Keep it up!"
Byron groaned as he used the ropes to pull himself up. He knew he was in trouble. But he wasn't going to roll over and give up just yet.
As Big E approached, Byron suddenly ducked and drove a quick knee into Big E's gut, followed by a forearm smash to the jaw.
The shots barely phased the powerhouse, but Byron pressed on, throwing a series of punches to keep Big E at bay. He hit the ropes for momentum and came flying back with a dropkick, it connected, but Big E merely stumbled back a step, looking more annoyed than hurt.
Byron's eyes widened in panic.
He tried again, sprinting to the ropes and attempting a running clothesline. Big E barely budged. Desperation kicked in, and Byron went for a third run, this time leaping for a crossbody.
Big E caught him mid air.
The crowd erupted as Big E held Byron in his grasp before effortlessly flipping him over into a rib crushing backbreaker. Byron arched his back in agony, gasping for air as Big E stood over him, a grin forming on his face.
"You done yet?" Big E taunted, clapping his hands together.
Byron rolled onto his stomach, trying to crawl away, but Big E wasn't finished. He yanked Byron up by his arm and sent him crashing into the turnbuckle with an Irish whip so powerful that Byron's body whiplashed upon impact.
Before he could even slump down, Big E rushed forward and crushed him with a devastating running body splash.
Sandro leaned on the apron, smirking. "That's a wrap."
Big E knew it too.
He pulled Byron into position, hooking his arms under Byron's legs, and with a roar, he hoisted him right onto his shoulder. The crowd knew that the finish of the match was coming.
THE BIG ENDING!
Big E drove Byron into the mat with his finisher move, the impact echoing throughout the arena. Byron's body went limp, his eyes glazed over as Big E rolled him onto his back and hooked the leg.
1... 2... 3!
DING! DING! DING!
The referee signaled for the bell, and the crowd erupted in cheers as Big E's arm was raised in victory. Sandro slid into the ring, clapping his hands before handing Big E his title to hold up in celebration.
"Hell of a debut, my man," Sandro said, slapping Big E on the chest. "Told you you'd kill it."
Big E grinned, nodding as he soaked in the cheers from the crowd. This was just the beginning. With Sandro by his side, the sky was the limit.
As they left the ring, Sandro glanced at Big E. "Now, let's talk about what's next. You just made a statement. But we're not stopping here."
Big E smiled. "Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way."
The energy in the FCW arena was still electric following Big E's dominant debut victory. Sandro and Big E had made their way up the ramp, both basking in the momentum of the moment before entering through the entrance area.
But before the excitement could settle, a new entrance theme blared through the speakers, drawing everyone's attention back to the stage.
Rebecca stepped out, already dressed in her ring gear, her FCW Divas Championship proudly draped over her shoulder. The crowd erupted in cheers as she stood at the top of the ramp, taking a moment to soak in the applause.
With a microphone in hand, she made her way down the ramp, her confident strides showing that she meant business.
Sliding into the ring, she walked to the center, lifting the championship high above her head, letting everyone in the arena and those watching at home know exactly who the top woman in FCW was. The cheers continued to roll in, but as they began to die down, Rebecca raised the microphone to her lips.
"Last week," she began, her voice steady and strong, "I was challenged by Davina for this title." She patted the championship on her shoulder, smirking slightly. "And you all know me, I don't back down from a fight."
The crowd popped again, chanting her name.
"As a fighting champion," she continued, pacing slightly in the ring, "I accept that challenge. And if Davina has the guts, we can do this right here, right now!"
The arena erupted at her bold proclamation. Fans were on their feet, excited at the possibility of witnessing an impromptu championship match.
Moments later, another entrance theme hit, and the crowd shifted their attention to the stage. Davina emerged with her usual exuberance, greeting the fans with her signature hugging and happy pose. The cheers only grew louder as she made her way down the ramp, a microphone in hand, her eyes locked on Rebecca.
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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