Becoming A Wrestler

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Steve exhaled, rubbing his chin. "Alright then. If you ain't takin' it, we gotta figure out who should. Maybe a tournament? Or a battle royal? Hell, maybe we get creative and try somethin' else."

Sandro thought for a moment. "A tournament's always a solid way to crown a first champion. Makes the title feel earned. But it depends on who you want in the mix. If you wanna make this a real proving ground title, you should stack it with guys who haven't held gold yet. No former FCW Florida Heavyweight champs, and no established top guys. Strictly rising stars and underdogs."

Dusty nodded, clearly liking the idea. "I like that. Makes it mean somethin' right out the gate."

Steve grinned. "And the best part? The design for the title is already finished. Just came in earlier today."

Sandro then leaned forward. "So, what's the plan? How are we introducing it?"

Dusty and Steve exchanged a glance, and then Dusty smirked. "We were hopin' you'd help us figure that out too."

Sandro exhaled, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Man, you guys really do put me to work, huh?"

"Well, when you're the smartest guy in the room…" Steve teased.

Sandro thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. If we're doing a tournament, we gotta make sure the competitors are the right mix. You want a balance of underdogs, pure wrestlers, and at least one or two heavy hitters to keep things interesting."

Steve and Dusty nodded in agreement, their expressions thoughtful as they considered Sandro's words. It made sense, FCW had a deep talent pool at the moment, and many of the wrestlers hadn't yet had the chance to fully showcase their abilities.

The idea of a tournament to crown the first FCW North American Champion was solid, but the key would be selecting the right mix of competitors. They needed a balance of underdogs, technical wrestlers, and a few heavy hitters to keep the stakes high and the matches unpredictable.

Dusty leaned back in his chair, his trademark grin spreading across his face. "You're right, kid. We gotta give the boys a chance to shine. This title ain't just about the belt, it's about the stories we tell with it. The blood, sweat, and tears that go into earnin' it. That's what makes it mean somethin'."

Steve nodded, folding his arms across his chest. "So, who do you think should be in the mix? You've been workin' with these guys day in and day out. Who's ready to step up?"

Sandro didn't hesitate. He'd been thinking about this for a while, even before the meeting. He knew exactly who he wanted to recommend, not just because they were his friends, but because he'd seen their talent and potential firsthand. And, of course, his memories from his past life gave him a unique perspective on what these wrestlers were capable of.

"Of course, Kofi should enter the tournament," Sandro said immediately. "He's got the charisma, the athleticism, and the work ethic. He's been grinding for a while now, and he's ready for a bigger spotlight. Put him in the tournament, and he'll deliver."

Dusty and Steve exchanged a glance, nodding in agreement. Kofi had been turning heads in FCW for a while, and his high-flying style and natural charm made him a fan favorite. He was a no-brainer.

"the next one is Nick," Sandro continued. "He's got the look, the technical skills, and he's been improving every day. He's got that 'it' factor, and I think he could really shine if given the opportunity."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Nemeth, huh? He's been solid, but you really think he's ready for this kind of push?"

Sandro nodded confidently. "Absolutely. He's got the potential to be a top guy. He just needs the right platform to prove it."

Dusty chuckled. "Alright, kid. You've sold me. Who else?"

Sandro paused for a moment, then smiled. "the last one would be Taylor. He's got the pedigree, the creativity, and he's been working his ass off to find his identity in the ring. This could be the chance he needs to break out and show everyone what he's made of."

Dusty's grin widened. "Taylor, huh? That boy's got a lot of his old man in him. I like it."

Steve nodded, jotting down the names. "Alright, so we've got Kofi, Nick, and Taylor. That's a good start. We'll need a few more to round out the bracket. Maybe a couple of wildcards to keep things interesting."

Sandro leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "You've got plenty of options. Guys like Stu, Drew, and even someone like Heath could add some variety to the mix. But the key is to keep it fresh. This title should feel like a new beginning for everyone involved."

Dusty clapped his hands together, clearly excited by the direction the conversation was heading. "Alright, kid. You've given us a lot to think about. We'll start puttin' together the bracket and gettin' everything in motion. In the meantime, we'll keep you in the loop. You've got a good eye for this stuff, and we're gonna need your input as we move forward."

Sandro nodded, standing up as the meeting came to a close. "Sounds good. Just let me know when you need me."

Dusty and Steve stood as well, shaking Sandro's hand before he headed out the door. As he made his way down the hallway, Sandro couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. The FCW North American Championship was going to be a game changer, and he was proud to have played a part in shaping its legacy.

After leaving Dusty's office, Sandro made his way to the parking lot, his mind still buzzing with ideas for the tournament. He climbed into his car, the familiar hum of the engine soothing his thoughts as he drove back to his apartment. The day had been long, but it was the kind of productive exhaustion that left him feeling satisfied.

When he got home, Sandro tossed his keys onto the table in the living room and sank into the couch, letting out a deep breath. Just as he was about to relax, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was his father, Jack. Sandro immediately picked up the call.

"Hey, Dad," he said, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Sandro," Jack's voice came through, warm and familiar. "How's my boy doin'?"

"I'm good, Dad. Just got back from FCW Headquarters. Long day, but a good one. What's up?"

Jack chuckled. "Well, I've got some news for you. Remember those mall projects we started last year due to your proposal? The ones that were under renovation according to your ideas?"

Sandro sat up a little straighter. "Yeah, of course. The ones we've been working on across the country. What about them?"

"They're finished," Jack said, his voice brimming with pride. "All four of them. The renovations are complete, and the outlets are fully rented. We've got everything from low level brands to high end luxury stores clothing, food and beverage, shoes, you name it. The grand opening is set for next month, and it's gonna be huge."

Sandro's eyes widened. "That's amazing, Dad. You've been working on this for years. It's finally paying off."

"It is," Jack agreed. "And I couldn't have done it without your help. You've been a big part of this, Sandro. From the planning stages to the execution, you've been right there with me. I'm proud of you, son."

Sandro felt a swell of pride at his father's words. The mall projects had been a massive undertaking, and seeing them come to fruition was incredibly rewarding. "Thanks, Dad. That means a lot. So, what's the plan for the grand opening?"

"We're going all out," Jack said. "Each of the four malls will have its own opening ceremony, but they'll all happen simultaneously. We've got live music, celebrity appearances, and special promotions to draw in the crowds. It's gonna be a spectacle."

Sandro grinned. "Sounds like it. I'll be there, of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Good," Jack said. "I'll send you the details but if you're too busy to attend, don't worry it's fine. Oh, and Sandro?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget to take a moment to enjoy this. You've worked hard, and you deserve to celebrate. You're not just my son, you're my partner in all of this. I'm proud of the man you've become."

Sandro felt a lump form in his throat. "Thanks, Dad. That… that means everything to me."

After the call with his father ended, Sandro sat back on the couch, a wide grin spreading across his face. The news about the mall projects being completed was a massive win, not just for Nexum Core but for him personally.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement. The malls were designed with inspiration from the viral Asian malls he remembered from his past life, spaces that weren't just shopping destinations but full blown experiences.

They were places where people could shop, dine, relax, and even enjoy recreational activities like indoor gardens, art installations, and entertainment zones. Sandro had pushed hard for these elements during the planning stages, and now, seeing it all come to life was incredibly satisfying.

He leaned back, letting his mind wander. If these malls became as successful as he hoped, they wouldn't just bring in massive returns on the investment, they'd also elevate Nexum Core's reputation further in the American market.

His father's company had been respected since last year after it's founding, but this could catapult them into a new league, increasing their influence and opening doors to even bigger opportunities. Sandro couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He'd played a key role in this project, and now it was about to pay off in a big way.

But as much as he wanted to bask in the excitement, Sandro knew he couldn't stay in that moment for too long. His life was a balancing act, and right now, FCW demanded his attention. The days flew by in a blur of meetings, training sessions, and planning for upcoming shows. Before he knew it, it was Monday again, time for another episode of FCW Daily Live Program.

Sandro was in the locker room, pulling on his ring gear and going over the night's main event in his head. Tonight, he'd be defending his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship against Bobby Roode.

It was part of the ongoing storyline Sandro had been crafting, giving opportunities to wrestlers who hadn't yet had a shot at the title. Bobby was next in line, and Sandro knew the match would be a hard hitting, technical showcase. Bobby was one of the most polished performers in FCW, and Sandro was looking forward to the challenge.

As he tightened his boots, Bobby walked into the locker room, already dressed in his gear. The two exchanged a nod, and Bobby leaned against the locker next to Sandro's.

"Ready for tonight?" Bobby asked, his tone casual but with a hint of competitive edge.

Sandro smirked. "Always. You?"

Bobby chuckled. "You're not making it easy for me, you know. Giving me this shot, but I'm not gonna waste it."

"Good," Sandro said, standing up and stretching. "That's the point. You've earned this, Bobby. Now it's up to you to prove you belong in the title picture."

Bobby nodded, his expression serious. "I plan on it. Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you just because you're the one who gave me the chance."

Sandro laughed. "I'd be disappointed if you did. Let's give them a match they won't forget." The two shook hands, a mutual respect evident between them. Sandro appreciated Bobby's professionalism and work ethic, and he knew the match would deliver. But before they could focus on the main event, there was a whole show to get through.

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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