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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.
Climbing into the ring, she stood across from the champion, bringing the microphone up to speak. "Rebecca," she said, her voice filled with passion, "I respect you, but don't think for a second that I'm not ready for this. I accept your challenge. I'm not afraid to prove that I'm worthy of that title. And tonight, I will become the new champion!"
Rebecca simply smirked, nodding. "Then let's make it official."
She turned to the stage, signaling for a referee. Within moments, one emerged from the back and rushed down to the ring.
He slid inside, taking the championship from Rebecca, showing it to Davina, and holding it up high for all to see. After handing it off to the ringside crew, he turned his attention to both competitors, ensuring they were ready.
Rebecca rolled her shoulders, eyes locked on Davina. Davina took a deep breath, shaking out her hands, determination burning in her expression.
The referee checked one last time before calling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The match was officially underway.
The two women circled each other, gauging the moment, before locking up in a tight collar and elbow tie up. Rebecca used her strength to push Davina back, but Davina, quick on her feet, slipped out and transitioned into a waist lock.
Rebecca tried to pry her arms apart, but Davina used her leverage to take her down to the mat, keeping her grip tight.
Rebecca, a seasoned competitor, didn't stay down long. She twisted her body, flipping Davina over and locking her in a grounded headlock. Davina struggled, shifting her weight before managing to slip out, reversing into an arm drag that sent Rebecca rolling across the mat.
The two popped back up to their feet at the same time, the crowd clapping at the display of technical prowess.
Smirking, Rebecca nodded in approval. "Alright, let's see what you got."
Davina didn't hesitate. She charged forward, ducking a clothesline attempt and bouncing off the ropes. On the rebound, she leaped for a crossbody, but Rebecca caught her in mid air, showcasing her strength. Holding Davina for a moment, she then planted her into the mat with a thunderous powerslam.
Rebecca quickly went for the pin.
1… 2—
Davina kicked out!
Rebecca didn't waste time arguing with the ref. She grabbed Davina by the arm, pulled her up, and sent her into the ropes.
On the return, she went for a back elbow, but Davina ducked under it and countered with a dropkick right to Rebecca's chest. The champion stumbled back, and Davina capitalized, hitting a second dropkick that sent Rebecca into the corner.
Seeing her opportunity, Davina ran forward, leaping up for a corner splash, but Rebecca moved at the last second! Davina crashed against the turnbuckles, and Rebecca quickly rolled her up with a schoolboy pin!
1… 2—
Another kick out!
Both women scrambled back to their feet, and this time, Rebecca struck first with a stiff forearm to Davina's jaw. Davina staggered, but she fired back with a forearm of her own. The crowd cheered as the two exchanged shots, the intensity rising with each strike.
Rebecca then grabbed Davina by the wrist, whipping her into the ropes. Davina rebounded, and Rebecca attempted a tilt a whirl slam, but Davina countered mid air into a headscissors takedown!
The champion was sent rolling across the mat, and Davina wasted no time, running to the ropes and springboarding off the middle rope for a moonsault. She landed perfectly on Rebecca, hooking the leg!
1… 2—
Rebecca kicked out!
The crowd was electric, hanging on every near fall.
Davina clutched her head in frustration but quickly composed herself. She got back to her feet, signaling that she was ready to end it.
She climbed to the top rope, positioning herself for her signature finisher. But before she could leap, Rebecca shot up, rushing to the corner and cutting her off with a hard slap to the face.
Rebecca then climbed up after her, hooking her for a superplex. Davina fought back, throwing desperate punches to Rebecca's ribs. She managed to shove Rebecca off, sending her crashing to the mat. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and took flight!
A beautiful diving splash!
But Rebecca rolled through!
Using the momentum, Rebecca stood up with Davina still in her grasp and kicked her into the guts to neutralize Davina.
The crowd knew what was coming.
Rebecca spun, planting Davina into the mat with the Bexploder!
She immediately hooked both legs, pressing down for the pin.
1… 2… 3!
DING! DING! DING!
The arena erupted in cheers as Rebecca's music hit. The referee retrieved the FCW Divas Championship and handed it back to her, raising her arm in victory.
Rebecca knelt for a moment, catching her breath, before standing tall and lifting the title high for all to see. Davina, still down on the mat, blinked up at the lights, disappointment flickering in her expression.
After a moment, Rebecca extended a hand to her fallen opponent. Davina hesitated before accepting it, allowing Rebecca to pull her to her feet.
The two shared a brief nod of respect before Rebecca turned to celebrate her victory, standing on the turnbuckle and showing off her championship.
After that, matches and promos kept the crowd fired up throughout the night, each one pushing the energy higher until it reached a fever pitch. The anticipation for the main event had been building since the show started.
The fans in the FCW Arena were buzzing, on their feet as the lights dimmed slightly and the ring announcer made the formal announcement for the evening's main event.
The stakes couldn't be higher. It was the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship match, with Sandro defending his title against Derrick Bateman.
Bateman made his entrance first, striding confidently down the ramp, hyping himself up, and jawing at a few fans along the way. He was no stranger to the spotlight, and tonight, he was determined to make a statement. Once in the ring, he paced like a caged animal, eyes locked on the stage.
Then, Sandro's music 'cult of personality' hit, and the arena erupted.
With Big E by his side, Sandro emerged from the back, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship strapped proudly around his waist.
He looked calm, focused, and serious. Big E stood beside him with a stock face, and wrapped his hand across his chest, and the sight of both of them getting the crowd even more fired up.
Once in the ring, Sandro handed his title over to the referee with a quiet confidence. The referee held it up for the crowd to see before handing it off to ringside. Both men stood in their corners, Sandro bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, Bateman cracking his neck and flexing his fingers.
The referee checked with both competitors, then called for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The match started fast. Derrick Bateman charged in, trying to surprise the champion, but Sandro wasn't caught off guard. He sidestepped Bateman's opening strike and nailed a crisp drop toe hold, transitioning into a quick front headlock that grounded his opponent.
Bateman scrambled to the ropes, forcing a break. Sandro let go immediately, backing up with a small smirk, clearly showing he was in control.
The crowd was loving it. Big E watched from the ringside and his presence itself gave encouragement from ringside.
Bateman got back to his feet and tried to mount some offense, landing a few strikes and attempting a suplex, but Sandro blocked it with a knee to the gut and reversed it into a snap suplex of his own.
From there, the pace only picked up, Sandro showing his athleticism with a standing moonsault, then a stiff European uppercut as Bateman tried to get up.
Bateman stumbled to the corner, winded, and Sandro didn't let up. He charged in with a running knee strike that rocked Bateman's jaw, then hit a spinning back elbow that floored him.
It was domination. Pure, calculated domination.
Sandro pulled Bateman up, whipped him into the ropes, and caught him on the rebound with a devastating spinebuster that shook the ring. But he didn't go for the pin.
Instead, he stepped back, circling Bateman like a predator eyeing his prey.
Sandro then eached down, grabbing Bateman's ankle and twisting it into position. The crowd roared in recognition.
The Ankle Lock.
The submission that had made Kurt Angle a legend. Sandro locked it in with precision, dropping to the mat and grapevining the leg for maximum torque. Bateman screamed in pain, flailing his arms, trying to crawl, but there was nowhere to go.
The crowd stood to their feet as Bateman tapped furiously.
DING! DING! DING!
It was over.
Sandro released the hold and rose to his feet as the referee raised his hand. The announcer declared him still the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, but Sandro wasn't done yet.
He snatched the title from the referee, holding it high to a huge ovation, and then walked to the ropes, demanding a microphone from the ringside crew. One of the crew members rushed over and handed him one. Big E join Sansro on the ring but stood behind him, letting him have the spotlight.
Sandro stood in the center of the ring, sweat dripping down his face, the championship glinting in the lights over his shoulder.
He raised the mic, his voice echoing through the arena.
"I want you all to remember this moment."
The crowd cheered, sensing something big was coming.
"Tonight, I didn't just defend this championship, I sent a message. To Derrick Bateman, to every person in the back… and to Kurt Angle."
A ripple went through the crowd at the mention of Kurt's name.
"Last week, Kurt came out here and interrupted my celebration. He stood in that ramp, in front of all of you, and acted like he still ran the wrestling world. Like he could walk into FCW and intimidate me. Like his legacy means more than the future we're building here."
He paused, pacing now, the intensity in his eyes growing.
"Well tonight, I used your move, Kurt. The Ankle Lock. And I didn't just use it, I perfected it. I made Derrick tap like a drum."
The crowd popped hard for that.
"You want to talk about precision, about technique, about intensity? I just took your finisher move and made it look more deadly than you ever have. And I didn't do it just to win. I did it to show you, and everyone watching in both FCW and TNA, that I'm not intimidated by you."
Sandro pointed directly into the camera.
"When the time comes and it will come, when FCW and TNA management finally sign off on the match we all know is coming… I'll be ready. I'll step into that ring with you, Kurt Angle, and I'll take more than your pride. I'll take that TNA World Heavyweight Championship and walk out with both titles."
The crowd erupted in a deafening mix of gasps and cheers.
"I'm not doing this just for me. I'm doing it for everyone in that locker room. For every wrestler who's ever been overlooked. For every rising star who's been buried because someone with a bigger name walked into the room."
He gestured toward the entrance ramp now.
"I see you too, Bray Wyatt. I know you and your family are lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. And that's fine. You want chaos? You want madness? I'll give it to you. But I'll do it on my terms."
He turned back to the crowd, lifting the title high again.
"I'm here to enforce a fair system. One where talent rises, where rules matter, where no one gets a free pass just because of who they were ten years ago. This title, this company, deserves that. And if I have to carry both championships to make that happen… so be it."
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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