Becoming A Wrestler

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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.

"How are these two even standing?" a commentator asked. "This match has been absolute chaos!"

Sandro rolled Joe into the ring and collapsed beside him, draping an arm over the champion's chest. The replacement referee, who had rushed to the ring moments earlier, dropped to count.

One… Two… Thr—NO! Joe kicked out at the last possible second.

Sandro, visibly frustrated but refusing to give up, pushed himself to his feet. He staggered to the corner, signaling for his finisher. The crowd roared as Sandro prepared to hit the Dragon's Shot, his devastating finisher.

Joe, groggy but ever resilient, managed to dodge at the last second. He countered with a snap powerslam, planting Sandro in the center of the ring. The champion immediately locked in the Coquina Clutch, dragging Sandro to the mat.

The crowd screamed for Sandro as he fought desperately against the hold. With the fans willing him on, Sandro clawed his way to the ropes, but Joe yanked him back to the center of the ring.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats, their collective breath held as Sandro squirmed and struggled in the relentless Coquina Clutch. Samoa Joe's grip was like a vice, his massive arms cutting off Sandro's air supply.

The challenger's face was turning a deep shade of red, his movements growing more desperate with each passing second. The referee crouched down, asking Sandro repeatedly if he wanted to tap out, but each time, Sandro weakly shook his head or rasped a faint "No," refusing to give in. Joe, with a violent glint in his eyes, tightened his hold even further, while his face a mask of determination and brutality as he leaned back, applying maximum pressure.

It felt like the end. The crowd began to chant Sandro's name in unison, their voices growing louder and more impassioned with every moment. But even the most die-hard fans started to wonder if their hero could escape this time. Sandro's movements slowed, his hand hovering in the air, seemingly ready to tap.

Then it happened.

In a desperate, last-ditch effort, Sandro's hand brushed against something lying on the mat, the kendo stick he had used earlier in the match. The crowd noticed it first, a wave of excitement rippling through the arena as they screamed for Sandro to grab it.

And he did. Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, Sandro gripped the kendo stick and swung it upward, catching Joe squarely across the face.

The first hit stunned Joe, but Sandro wasn't done. He swung again, and again, the hard cracks of the kendo stick echoing through the arena as he struck Joe's head and shoulders.

The champion finally released his grip, rolling away and clutching his face in pain. Sandro collapsed to the mat, gasping for air, his chest heaving as he tried to recover. The crowd erupted, their cheers deafening as they realized the tide had turned.

"He's still in it! Sandro's still alive in this match!" one commentator shouted, his voice barely audible over the noise.

Sandro, his face bloodied and his body battered, pulled himself to his feet with the help of the ropes. The kendo stick still in hand, he turned to see Joe struggling to his knees.

With a roar, Sandro raised the weapon high and brought it crashing down onto Joe's back. The champion writhed in pain as Sandro continued the assault, striking him over and over again. Each hit drew louder cheers from the fans, who were now firmly in Sandro's corner.

Sandro focused his attacks, landing a brutal shot to the back of Joe's knee. The big man collapsed to his knees, clutching his leg in agony. Sensing an opportunity, Sandro dropped the kendo stick and looked out into the crowd. The fans, now fully behind him, chanted his name with fervor, urging him to finish the match.

Feeding off their energy, Sandro ripped off his right knee pad and pointed to Joe, signaling the end. The crowd went wild as Sandro ran to the ropes, rebounding with incredible speed. With pinpoint precision, he launched himself at Joe, delivering a devastating Dragon Shot knee strike right to the jaw. The impact echoed through the arena as Joe crumpled to the mat, his body limp.

Sandro wasted no time, diving on top of Joe for the pin. The replacement referee slid into position, and the crowd counted along.

"ONE… TWO… THREE!"

The arena exploded in cheers as the bell rang, signaling the end of the match. The fans were on their feet, their chants of "Sandro! Sandro!" shaking the building. The new champion lay on the mat, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to process what had just happened.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the ring announcer's voice boomed over the chaos, "here is your winner… and NEW!!!!! FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion… SANDRO ZHANG!!!"

The referee handed Sandro the championship belt, and the challenger turned champion clutched it tightly, disbelief and happiness mixed across his face. He climbed to the top turnbuckle, raising the title high above his head as the crowd roared their approval.

"This is a moment we'll never forget!" one commentator exclaimed. "Sandro Zhang has done the impossible! He's defeated Samoa Joe and claimed the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship in one of the most brutal and hard fought matches we've ever seen here in FCW even the whole business!"

The camera panned across the audience, capturing fans hugging, cheering, and even crying as they celebrated Sandro's victory. Meanwhile, Joe rolled out of the ring, a mix of pain and disbelief etched on his face.

He stumbled up the ramp, refusing medical attention from the medical team who rushed towards him, his frustration evident as he glared back at the ring, looking at Sandro who was celebrating.

Inside the squared circle, Sandro knelt in the center, holding the championship close to his chest. He looked out at the crowd, mouthing "Thank you" as the fans continued to chant his name.

As confetti rained down, Sandro stood tall, the championship belt held high. The commentators summed it up best.

"Tonight, we've witnessed the rise of a true champion. Sandro Zhang didn't just survive Samoa Joe, he overcame a large obstacle in his path to claim the gold. This is what wrestling is all about!"

As Sandro stood in the middle of the ring, clutching the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship, the chants of "You deserve it!" echoed through the arena. The cheers were deafening, and fans were clapping rhythmically, creating an electric atmosphere that could only be described as magical.

Sandro's face was a mixture of relief, exhaustion, and overwhelming emotion as he gazed out at the sea of supporters who had been behind him every step of the way.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted even louder as Kofi Kingston and Taylor Rotunda emerged from the backstage area. They sprinted down the ramp, their faces beaming with pride and excitement.

Sliding into the ring, they immediately embraced Sandro, their friend and now the new face of FCW. Kofi lifted Sandro's arm high, pointing to him as if to say, This is your moment!

Taylor hugged Sandro tightly, whispering something into his ear that brought a soft smile to his face. The trio stood together, arms raised, as the crowd continued their chants, "You deserve it!" It was a moment of pure celebration, a culmination of hard work, resilience, and passion.

Meanwhile, on social media and the FCW Official Forum, the internet was ablaze. Fans watching from home and those who couldn't attend live were flooding Twitter and forum threads with reactions to the main event.

Many were ecstatic about Sandro's victory, celebrating the rise of a fresh, young face who had proven himself against one of the most dominant champions in FCW history, Samoa Joe.

However, not everyone agreed. Some fans voiced their displeasure, claiming Sandro wasn't ready for the top spot just yet. They argued that, despite his impressive performances and heartfelt promos, he was still too young and inexperienced to carry the company's main title.

The debates were heated, with passionate fans on both sides defending their perspectives. Regardless of where they stood, one thing was clear for everyone, Sandro's victory had set the wrestling world on fire, and everyone was talking about him.

Back in the ring, Kofi and Taylor helped steady Sandro, whose body was clearly battered after the grueling match. Though Sandro waved them off initially, insisting he was fine knowing that he couldn't feel any pain, but remembering that while he couldn't feel any pain doesn't mean his body wasn't hurt convinced him to accept their help.

With their arms supporting him, the trio slowly exited the ring, Sandro pausing for a moment at the ropes to raise the championship high one more time, eliciting yet another thunderous cheer from the fans.

As they made their way up the ramp, the fans continued to show their appreciation, clapping and cheering as loudly as they could. Sandro turned at the top of the ramp, flanked by his friends, and raised the title once again.

Suddenly, an eruption of pyro shot out from the stage, lighting up the arena in a dazzling display. The crowd roared in delight, the spectacle adding an exclamation point to an unforgettable night. Sandro soaked it all in, his face lit up by the sparks as he mouthed the words, "Thank you," to the fans who had supported him.

With the pyro fading and the cheers finally starting to die down, Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor disappeared through the curtain, entering the backstage area. As soon as they stepped into the gorilla position, they were greeted with applause from the gathered roster and production team.

Wrestlers, agents, and even production crews clapped and patted Sandro on the back, congratulating him on his monumental achievement.

"You did it, kid," Steve said, shaking Sandro's hand firmly before pulling him into a quick embrace. "You earned this. Be proud of what you accomplished tonight."

"Thank you, Steve," Sandro replied, his voice still shaky with emotion. "This means everything to me."

Nearby, Dusty Rhodes stood with a knowing smile. "I told ya, didn't I?" he said, his Southern drawl unmistakable. "You got that spark, kid. That special somethin' that makes people believe. Tonight, you proved it."

Sandro nodded, his throat tightening as the weight of Dusty's words sank in. "I couldn't have done it without all of you," he said, looking around at the faces of his peers and mentors. "Thank you for believing in me."

As Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor moved through the backstage area, they were met with more congratulations. Some wrestlers playfully teased Sandro about finally joining the "big leagues," while others offered genuine words of encouragement and respect.

Even Joe, who was visibly frustrated by his loss and losing the title, approached Sandro with a smile. "You earned that, Sandro. Keep it warm for me as I will come back for it," Joe said simply before walking off, leaving Sandro momentarily stunned, then smiling as he knew Joe was telling him to prepare for a rematch, that will definitely be made by Dusty and Steve.

Finally, the trio reached Sandro's locker room. Taylor and Kofi helped Sandro sit down, and he leaned back against the wall, the championship belt resting across his lap. For a moment, they all sat in silence, the adrenaline of the night finally giving way to exhaustion.

Kofi broke the silence with a grin. "Well, champ, how does it feel?"

Sandro chuckled softly, running a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. "It feels… surreal. Like a dream I don't want to wake up from."

Taylor smiled. "You've earned this, Sandro. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You've worked your ass off for this moment."

As the three of them talked, Sandro's phone buzzed incessantly with notifications. Messages from his father, mother, and fellow wrestlers poured in, each one offering congratulations and words of encouragement. Sandro scrolled through some of the messages, his smile growing wider with each one.

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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 -> 1x FCW Tag Team Champions & 1 FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion