Becoming A Wrestler

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Sandro adjusted the championship on his shoulder as he made his way down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way but keeping his focus sharp. He knew this wasn't just another title defense, this was a statement. With all the eyes on him after the revelation of his family's wealth and influence, he needed to remind everyone why he was champion in the first place.

Sliding into the ring, Sandro climbed the second turnbuckle, raising his title high, soaking in the cheers. He then hopped down and handed the belt to the referee, who lifted it into the air before passing it to the timekeeper.

With everything set, the referee checked both men before signaling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Sandro circled Jackson, keeping his distance at first, knowing better than to go for a lock up with someone much heavier. Jackson, however, wasted no time lunging forward, forcing Sandro to dart out of the way.

The two reset, but Jackson smirked. He knew eventually, Sandro would have to engage, and when he did, Jackson would be ready.

Sandro took a more strategic approach, aiming for the legs, darting in with a quick kick to the thigh before bouncing back. Another kick followed. Then another. Jackson growled, shaking off the strikes, but Sandro wasn't letting up.

Jackson finally had enough and charged forward, attempting to grab Sandro, but the champion sidestepped and hit the ropes, returning with a low dropkick to the knee! Jackson stumbled but stayed on his feet.

Sandro quickly followed up with a second dropkick, this time targeting the same knee. Jackson staggered but still didn't go down.

Sandro saw his chance, he hit the ropes once more and went for a running knee strik!

BAM!

Jackson took the full impact, dropping to one knee.

The crowd popped as Sandro saw his moment, running to the ropes again, looking for another big move—

But Jackson caught him!

With sheer power, Jackson snatched Sandro out of midair and planted him with a thunderous sidewalk slam!

"Oh my God! Did you see the impact when Sandro hits the mat?!"

The champion arched his back in pain as Jackson wasted no time covering him.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Sandro barely managed to throw his shoulder up, but Jackson wasn't about to let up. He grabbed Sandro by the head and yanked him up, immediately whipping him into the corner with immense force!

Sandro's back hit the turnbuckles hard, and before he could even react, Jackson charged in with a massive clothesline!

The impact was brutal, and Sandro slumped forward, but Jackson wasn't finished. He grabbed Sandro and hoisted him up onto his shoulder, positioning for the Torture Rack!

"This could be over already for the champ!"

Jackson began to apply pressure, but Sandro desperately fought back!

With sharp elbows to the side of Jackson's head, Sandro managed to break free, slipping behind him and landing on his feet. Before Jackson could react, Sandro hit a chop block to the knee!

Jackson dropped to one knee again.

Wasting no time, Sandro hit the ropes and delivered a stiff running superkick!

"That's gotta be it! That's the most stiff super kick I had seen here in FCW!"

Sandro covered!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—NO!

Jackson powered out at the last second!

Sandro didn't waste a second, immediately following up with brutal stomps to the upper chest of Jackson. Each stomp landed with force, the sound of boot meeting flesh echoing through the arena.

He wasn't letting the kickout shake him, he knew he had Jackson vulnerable and needed to press the attack.

But just when it seemed like Sandro had full control, Jackson managed to slip away, rolling toward the edge of the ring and dropping down to the floor. The veteran instincts kicking in, Jackson created the necessary space to recover, clutching at his knee from the earlier assault.

Sandro, however, wasn't about to let him breathe. He ran to the opposite ropes, rebounding with full speed and launching himself betwen the rope with a suicide dive! The impact sent both men crashing hard onto the floor outside, drawing a huge reaction from the crowd!

"Sandro putting his body on the line! That's the heart of a champion!" one of the commentators exclaimed.

Sandro stirred first, wincing as he got back to his feet. He quickly turned his attention to Jackson, grabbing him by the head and dragging him toward the announce table. He aimed to slam Jackson's head against it, but Jackson showed his resilience, blocking it at the last second and countering with a head slam of his own!

The force of Sandro's skull bouncing off the table left him dazed, and before he could recover, Jackson grabbed him by the waist and hoisted him up with raw power.

"Oh no! What's he thinking here?!"

In one swift motion, Jackson lifted Sandro into a powerbomb position and drove him down onto the announce table!

CRASH—no, wait! The table didn't break!

Instead, Sandro's body bounced off the hard surface, his spine arching in pain as he collapsed onto the floor. The commentary team recoiled, shock evident in their voices.

"That should've shattered the table! The sheer force alone, how is Sandro even moving?!"

Jackson wasn't about to let the moment go to waste. He quickly grabbed Sandro and rolled him back into the ring, following in right after and hooking the leg.

ONE! TWO! TH—NO!

Sandro got the shoulder up at the last possible second!

Jackson sat up, frustration creeping onto his face. He knew that should have been it. But Sandro was tougher than most, and the champion wasn't going down that easily.

Jackson slowly stood, shaking out the pain in his knee before signaling for the end. He reached down, pulling Sandro up into position for a powerbomb again, but Sandro, somehow, found the energy to fight back! He rained down desperate punches to Jackson's head, forcing the challenger to stagger back.

Using whatever strength he had left, Sandro twisted his body and transitioned into a hurricanrana, sending Jackson flying across the ring!

The crowd roared as Sandro pushed himself back to his feet, adrenaline kicking in. Jackson groggily turned, only to eat a stiff running knee right to the jaw!

Sandro wasn't stopping there. He hit the ropes for momentum, launching himself into a springboard enzuigiri that caught Jackson flush, finally bringing the big man down!

The champion roared, slapping the mat as the energy in the arena reached its peak. He knew he had to finish this now.

He grabbed Jackson, setting him up perfectly.

Sandro ran to the ropes and came soaring back—

DRAGON TWIST CUTTER!

The move connected clean, Jackson's body bouncing off the mat from the impact! But Sandro wasn't done. He quickly got to his feet, measuring his opponent as he staggered onto his knees.

"This is it! Sandro is going to put him away!"

Sandro ran to the ropes, gathering speed, and with every ounce of energy he had left—

DRAGON'S SHOT!

Jackson's head snapped back violently from the impact, his body crumbling to the canvas!

Sandro wasted no time hooking the leg.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rang, and the arena erupted as Sandro rolled off his opponent, gasping for air. The referee quickly retrieved the championship and handed it back to him.

"Here is your winner, and STILL the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion… SANDRO ZHANG!"

Sandro clutched his title tightly, exhaustion clear on his face, but so was the satisfaction. He had survived another war, proven why he was champion, and silenced the doubters once more.

The commentary team gave their final thoughts, putting over the brutality of the match and Sandro's resilience. As Sandro stood tall, raising his title high for the world to see, one thing was clear, this wasn't just another defense. This was a statement.

After the opening match for the show, several matches and some promos later, the energy in the arena was still electric as the night led into its highly anticipated main event.

This was the first round of the tournament to crown the inaugural FCW North American Champion, and the fans were eager to see which competitor would take a step closer to making history.

The lights dimmed slightly as the ring announcer stood in the center of the ring, microphone in hand.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the FCW North American Championship tournament!"

The moment those words were spoken, the opening chords of Bobby Roode's entrance theme blared through the speakers, and the crowd erupted.

The familiar, dramatic melody filled the air as Roode stepped onto the stage, a determined look on his face. His robe shimmered under the arena lights as he spread his arms wide, soaking in the reaction from the fans.

"Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 235 pounds… BOBBY ROODE!"

Roode took his time walking down the ramp, his eyes locked on the squared circle. He rolled his shoulders, mentally preparing for the battle ahead before stepping between the ropes, his confidence evident in his every move.

The cheers quickly turned to boos as the mood shifted with the sudden blast of Eric Young's entrance music. Unlike Roode, Young wasn't here to bask in admiration, he fed off the negativity, smirking as the audience voiced their disapproval. He marched down the ramp, showing no signs of intimidation.

"And his opponent, from Florence, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 232 pounds… ERIC YOUNG!"

Young stepped onto the apron and climbed into the ring, immediately jawing off to some hecklers in the front row. The referee, maintaining order, stepped between the two competitors and checked that both men were ready before signaling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

The match began with both men cautiously circling the ring before locking up in the center. Roode, with his superior technical ability, took early control with a well executed side headlock. Young, however, shoved him into the ropes, looking to break free, but Roode rebounded and floored him with a powerful shoulder block.

Young quickly scrambled to his feet, but Roode was right on him, delivering a crisp snap suplex. The commentary team remarked on Roode's precise execution, noting how he was in firm control in the opening moments.

"Roode's looking sharp tonight. You can tell he wants to be the first ever FCW North American Champion."

Not letting up, Roode grabbed Young and pulled him to his feet, but Young responded with a stiff elbow to the midsection, creating just enough space to drive his knee into Roode's stomach.

With Roode briefly winded, Young capitalized, delivering a textbook German suplex! The impact sent Roode crashing hard onto the mat, and Young wasted no time going for the first cover of the match.

ONE! T—Kickout!

Roode kicked out quickly, shaking his head as he pushed himself back up. Young smirked, knowing it would take more than that to put away his former ally.

The match continued at a furious pace, with both men exchanging high-impact moves. Young hit a devastating powerslam, followed by a running elbow drop. Roode countered a corner attack and landed a beautiful blockbuster from the second rope!

As the minutes passed, the intensity only increased. The crowd remained engaged as Roode and Young exchanged stiff strikes in the center of the ring. Roode landed a European uppercut, but Young responded with a spinning back fist! Both men staggered, but neither was willing to go down.

Young managed to regain control with a big boot, sending Roode tumbling into the corner. Sensing an opportunity, Young charged forward, looking for a corner splash—

But Roode moved! Young hit the turnbuckles chest first, and Roode wasted no time grabbing him from behind, lifting him up, and planting him with a thunderous spine buster! The impact hooked across the ring.

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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