Becoming A Wrestler

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The announcement alone sent the crowd into a frenzy. Moments later, the opening chords of "Cult of Personality" blared through the speakers, and the fans erupted in cheers. Sandro appeared at the top of the ramp, dressed in his signature ring gear, his focus evident as he waited at the gorilla position. The crowd chanted his name as he pushed through the curtain and made his way onto the stage.

With an air of confidence, Sandro made his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans and feeding off their energy. The arena was alive with chants of "Sandro! Sandro!" as he stepped into the ring. He climbed the turnbuckle, raising his arms high as the camera panned to his determined expression.

Suddenly, the mood shifted. The atmosphere turned hostile as Joe's entrance music hit, signaling the arrival of the champion. The boos were deafening as Joe emerged, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder. His smirk was smug as he soaked in the crowd's disdain, unbothered by their chants of "Joe! Joe! Joe!"

Joe marched down the ramp, his intensity radiating with every step. He didn't bother acknowledging the fans, keeping his eyes locked on Sandro in the ring. As he entered, Joe immediately approached Sandro, the two men standing face to face in the center of the ring.

The tension was thick as they exchanged heated words, their rivalry clear in their body language. The referee quickly stepped between them, ensuring order as he directed each man to their corner.

After order was restored, the ring announcer took center stage, his voice steady as he introduced both competitors for the main event tonight.

"Introducing first, the challenger… from Orlando, Florida… weighing in at 225 pounds… SANDRO ZHANG!"

The crowd erupted once more, Sandro raising a fist in acknowledgment as the chants of his name filled the arena.

"And his opponent… from Huntington Beach, California… weighing in at 282 pounds… he is the reigning and defending FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion… SAMOA JOE!"

The boos rained down as Joe raised his title high, a sinister grin on his face. After that, he handed the belt to the referee who came toward him, going to Sandro's corner to let him sees it, and held it up for all to see before passing it to the ringside attendant.

On the other hand, the commentators at the ring side added their insights, hyping the magnitude of the match.

"This is what it's all about, folks," one commentator said. "The FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship is on the line on a No Holds Barred stipulation, and these two men have everything to prove tonight and I could be a very chaotic main event."

"Joe's been an unstoppable force as champion," another added. "But Sandro has the crowd behind him, and he's been on fire lately. This could go either way for both men!"

As the referee called for the bell, the tension in the arena reached its boiling point. Sandro and Samoa Joe stood still for a moment, eyes locked, before moving toward the center of the ring. The crowd was already buzzing with anticipation, their chants of "Sandro!" and "Joe!" battling for dominance in the electric atmosphere.

The two men wasted no time. They locked up in the center of the ring, a fierce test of strength and will. Joe quickly transitioned into a side headlock, wrenching Sandro's neck, but Sandro countered by shoving Joe into the ropes and landing a quick shoulder tackle. Joe didn't budge, standing his ground as Sandro bounced off him, smirking at the challenger's effort.

Sandro once again goes to the ropes, and uses his agility to duck under Joe's charging forearm, hitting the ropes, and delivering a flying forearm that staggered the champion.

Sensing an opportunity, Sandro unleashed a flurry of punches, backing Joe into the corner. The crowd roared as Sandro climbed the turnbuckle and delivered ten rapid punches to Joe's head.

Joe, showing his resilience, shoved Sandro off with brute force, sending him crashing to the mat. Joe followed up with a running senton, the impact shaking the ring. He went for an early pin, but Sandro kicked out at one.

"Joe's not wasting any time," one commentator said. "He's trying to end this quickly, but Sandro's got too much fight in him!"

Joe dragged Sandro to his feet and tossed him over the top rope. Sandro landed hard on the floor, and Joe quickly followed him outside. The crowd leaned over the barricades, eager to see the action up close. Joe grabbed Sandro and slammed him into the steel steps, the sound reverberating through the arena.

The champion then reached under the ring, pulling out a steel chair. He raised it high, but Sandro ducked at the last second, and the chair collided with the ring post instead. Seizing the moment, Sandro delivered a dropkick that sent the chair flying into Joe's face.

With Joe reeling, Sandro took control, lifting the apron to retrieve a kendo stick. The crowd erupted as he swung it, striking Joe repeatedly across the back. Each crack of the stick drew gasps from the fans, and Joe's back quickly reddened from the assault.

Joe, desperate to escape the onslaught, stumbled toward the barricade. Sandro pursued him, leaping over the barricade and taking the fight into the crowd. Fans scattered as the two men traded punches amidst the chaos. Joe grabbed a fan's soda and smashed it over Sandro's head, the liquid spraying everywhere.

"Anything goes in a No Holds Barred match, and Joe's using everything in his environment!" a commentator exclaimed.

Sandro retaliated by grabbing a folding chair from the crowd, and slamming it into Joe's midsection. The two battled their way up the stairs, exchanging brutal strikes. At one point, Joe launched Sandro into a row of seats, the metal clattering loudly as fans roared in approval.

After several minutes of carnage in the crowd, Sandro managed to suplex Joe onto the concrete floor. The effort left both men down for a moment, but Sandro crawled back to the ringside area, dragging Joe with him. The challenger pulled a table out from under the ring, setting it up near the corner.

"Things are about to get dangerous," one commentator warned. "That table spells trouble for one of these men!"

Sandro attempted to hoist Joe onto the table, but the champion countered with a low blow, taking advantage of the No Holds Barred stipulation. Joe then powerbombed Sandro onto the apron, drawing gasps from the crowd.

Joe rolled Sandro into the ring and grabbed a trash can, tossing it inside. He followed up with a chain, wrapping it around his fist as he stalked his opponent. Sandro struggled to his feet, only to be met with a devastating chain wrapped punch that busted him open. Blood trickled down Sandro's face as Joe stood over him, taunting the crowd.

"This is hard to watch," one commentator said. "Joe is absolutely relentless."

But Sandro wasn't finished. Feeding off the energy of the fans, he blocked another punch and delivered a spinning heel kick that sent the chain flying. Sandro then grabbed the trash can and smashed it over Joe's head, flattening the champion.

With Joe dazed, Sandro set him up on the table outside the ring. Climbing to the top rope, he paused for a moment, the crowd chanting his name. Then, with incredible precision, Sandro leaped off, delivering a breathtaking elbow drop that sent both men crashing through the table.

"HOLY SHIT!" the crowd chanted, the commentators echoing their astonishment.

Both men lay motionless for a moment, the referee checking on them. Sandro, clutching his ribs, managed to roll Joe back into the ring. He went for the cover, but Joe kicked out at two and a half.

The match reached its climax with both men barely able to stand. They exchanged stiff punches and kicks, the crowd on their feet with every strike. Joe attempted his signature Muscle Buster, but Sandro countered, landing on his feet and hitting a desperation superkick.

Sandro then grabbed the steel chair, wedging it into the corner. He whipped Joe into the chair with such force that it bent, leaving the champion stunned. Sandro capitalized, hitting his finisher, the Dragon's Shot, a modified shining wizard.

The referee dropped to the mat and immediately went for the count, One… Two… Thr—No! Joe kicked out at the last possible second.

Sandro, now visibly exhausted, climbed the turnbuckle one more time. He signaled to the crowd before attempting a high risk moonsault. But Joe rolled out of the way at the last second, causing Sandro to crash hard into the mat.

Joe seized the moment, locking in his Coquina Clutch. The crowd screamed for Sandro as he flailed, refusing to tap out. With one last burst of energy, Sandro used the ropes to propel himself backward, pinning Joe's shoulders to the mat while still in the hold.

One… Two… Thr-! No! Joe managed to kick out at the last possible second, stunning the referee who goes for the count, and Sandro as well, who told the referee it was three, and the referee denied it, saying that it was still two.

Joe, furious and seething after narrowly escaping defeat, lashed out in anger. Without a second thought, he rushed toward Sandro, who was still arguing with the referee. Joe blindsided him with a vicious forearm to the back of the head, sending Sandro sprawling onto the mat. The crowd erupted in a chorus of boos, their disdain for the champion palpable.

"He couldn't even let Sandro breathe!" one commentator exclaimed. "Joe's resorting to every dirty trick in the book."

Joe sneered at the fans before sliding out of the ring. Spotting the shattered remnants of the table he and Sandro had crashed through earlier, he grabbed a large fragment of wood. With a sinister grin, he returned to the ring, the weapon in hand.

The crowd's boos grew louder as Joe stood over Sandro, who was struggling to his knees. Without hesitation, Joe brought the wooden fragment crashing down onto Sandro's back. The impact echoed through the arena, and Sandro collapsed, writhing in pain.

"He's completely lost it!" a commentator yelled. "This is pure brutality from Samoa Joe!"

Joe wasn't finished. He swung the fragment like a club, striking Sandro again and again. The challenger lay motionless, prompting the referee to intervene. Kneeling beside Sandro, the referee checked his condition, gesturing for medical personnel as the fans chanted Sandro's name, willing him to rise.

Joe, growing impatient, stalked toward the referee, barking at him to stay out of the way. When the referee refused, Joe's frustration boiled over. He kicked the referee in the gut, doubling him over, before slamming the wooden fragment across his back. The crowd gasped in shock, their boos now deafening.

"This is disgusting!" one commentator shouted. "Joe just attacked the official! He's completely unhinged!"

Joe smirked at the chaos he had caused, standing tall amidst the carnage. He raised his arms, basking in the crowd's hatred. He didn't notice the murmurs of excitement building behind him as Sandro, battered and bloodied, began to stir.

As Joe turned to face Sandro, he was met with a sharp kick between the legs. The low blow dropped Joe to his knees, his face contorted in pain. The crowd erupted in cheers as Sandro, fueled by adrenaline, got to his feet.

"That's what Joe gets for underestimating Sandro!" a commentator exclaimed. "The challenger is still in this fight!"

Sandro grabbed Joe by the head and tossed him over the top rope, sending the champion crashing to the floor. Wasting no time, Sandro rolled out of the ring and began clearing off the announce table. The commentators scrambled to move their equipment as the crowd roared in anticipation.

Joe was barely conscious as Sandro dragged him onto the announce table, laying him flat. The fans were on their feet, their cheers growing louder as Sandro climbed back into the ring. He ascended the top turnbuckle, pausing for a moment to soak in the energy of the crowd.

"This is insane!" one commentator yelled. "What's Sandro thinking?"

With the arena at a fever pitch, Sandro leaped into the air, executing a picture-perfect shooting star press. The crowd erupted as he crashed onto Joe, the impact shattering the announce table beneath them.

"OH MY GOD!" the commentators screamed in unison. "SANDRO JUST DESTROYED JOE AND THE TABLE!"

Both men lay amidst the wreckage, their bodies battered and broken. The crowd erupted into chants of "This is awesome!" as replays of the dive played on the big screen. Sandro, clutching his ribs, slowly began to crawl out of the debris. He grabbed Joe by the head and dragged him back toward 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