Becoming A Wrestler

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Later that afternoon, Sandro took her hand and they walked out together, past the press, past the noise, past the whirlwind they were now part of and get into Sandro's car. They gonna go and meet Dusty, where Sandro had texted him that he wanted to meet and discuss this matter. Dusty immediately replied saying sure and he will wait for him at his office.

Getting into Sandro's car, the atmosphere inside was quieter now, calmer even, but still thick with the weight of what lay ahead. Alexa held his hand the entire ride, occasionally glancing over at him with a mixture of nerves and gratitude.

The chaos hadn't broken them, it had just brought everything to the surface faster than either of them expected.

As they neared the FCW Headquarters, the parking lot was a chaotic scene. Reporters crouched near the bushes, cameras aimed like snipers toward every car that passed, their microphones ready to catch even a whisper. Paparazzi paced around the front entrance like wolves scenting blood. Sandro groaned the second he saw them.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, tightening his grip on the wheel. "They're like hyenas."

Alexa leaned forward, peeking at the scene. "I don't think we're getting in through the front."

"Nope." Sandro didn't hesitate. He turned the wheel sharply, taking a quick turn around the building. "We're going in the back way. Employees only."

He pulled up to the secured back entrance of the building, one usually reserved for wrestlers and staff. A security guard recognized him immediately and nodded him through, opening the gate with a tap of a button.

Inside the parking lot, the chaos faded into quiet. Sandro exhaled slowly, parked the car, and looked at Alexa.

"You ready for this?"

She nodded, brushing a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Together, they stepped out of the car and made their way into the building. It didn't take long before the whispers started.

Passing talent, trainers, and production staff looked up, some with raised brows, others just curious, a few even surprised. Whispers followed them like shadows. Murmurs twisted through the air like smoke.

"That's Alexa, right?"

"Hand in hand? Are they...?"

"No way. Is that real?"

Sandro kept walking without hesitation, ignoring the stares, but not letting go of Alexa's hand for a second. If anything, he held it tighter, letting his actions make a silent declaration.

She was with him. And he was with her.

When they reached the second floor and stood in front of Dusty Rhodes' office door, Sandro gave a small knock, his other hand still entwined with Alexa's.

"Come on in!" Dusty's voice called from inside, warm but curious.

Sandro opened the door and stepped in, Alexa right behind him.

Dusty looked up from the papers on his desk, his reading glasses halfway down the bridge of his nose. When he saw the two of them together, his brows lifted slightly, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He took off his glasses and gestured to the chairs in front of his desk.

"Well, well," Dusty said, leaning back. "Sit down, both of you."

They did.

There was a moment of silence, filled only by the hum of the office air conditioner, before Dusty spoke again.

"So," he began, voice steady, "it's true then? The two of you?"

Sandro nodded, the seriousness in his eyes tempered by the quiet pride in his smile. "Yes, Dusty. It's true. We're in a relationship. It just started recently, two days ago, officially. We didn't expect the photos to leak this fast."

Dusty tilted his head and gave a thoughtful nod. "Hell of a way for the world to find out."

"We're sorry for the ruckus," Sandro added. "Didn't mean to cause a media storm."

Dusty chuckled. "Kid, you're a Zhang. You cause a storm just by sneezing."

They all laughed softly, the tension thinning out.

"But," Dusty continued, now more serious, "I gotta ask... does she know? About the rest?"

Sandro opened his mouth to respond, but Alexa beat him to it.

"Yes," she said, her voice firm. "He told me everything before we even got serious. About April. About Nikki. I knew what I was walking into."

Sandro looked at her, his eyes soft, then reached over and brushed the top of her head gently. "She deserved the truth. All of it."

Dusty leaned back again, folding his arms across his chest with a satisfied look. "Good. That's good. You handled it like adults. I respect that."

A pause.

"So, what do you two want to do now?" Dusty asked, raising a brow. "This story's blowing up faster than a rocket. You've got the fans divided, media hounds circling, and both your careers right in the spotlight. You want me to issue a statement? Tell PR to cool it down? Stay silent and let it blow over?"

Sandro looked over at Alexa, and she gave a small nod, letting him take the lead.

"No," Sandro said, shaking his head. "We came here to do two things. First, we wanted to confirm our relationship directly to you before it spread any further."

"And the second?" Dusty asked, eyes narrowing with interest.

"We want to control the narrative," Sandro said with purpose. "Steer it our way."

Dusty leaned forward, intrigued. "Go on."

Sandro took a breath, then began.

"What if we don't hide it? What if we don't downplay it or ignore it? What if we make it part of the show? Not kayfabe exactly... but something real that enhances the kayfabe. We confirm the relationship publicly on Twitter tonight. Then, in the coming weeks, Alexa and Charlotte get more vicious in their tag matches. Start picking up more wins. Maybe Charlotte's influence starts to rub off on Alexa, more aggression, more edge. Subtle at first. But then it builds."

Dusty nodded, following. "And?"

"Then," Sandro continued, "we tease the idea that she's changing. That being around me is changing her. Slowly, organically, we build her up... until eventually, she becomes the first female member of the Undisputed System."

Alexa leaned in now, her eyes lit up with quiet excitement. "I'd love to go that direction. I want to show more edge in the ring. Prove I'm more than just a 'cute face' or someone tagging along."

Dusty tapped his finger against the desk, clearly thinking it over. "That's… actually not a bad idea."

Sandro smiled. "The fans are already talking. Some love it, some hate it, some are obsessed with it. So let's use that. Let them keep talking, but this time we lead them where we want them to go."

"And Charlotte?" Dusty asked.

"She's already in," Alexa said. "I told her the idea earlier this morning before we left. She said, and I quote, 'Bout damn time.'"

Dusty barked a laugh. "Yeah, that sounds like her."

A beat passed. Dusty looked at the two of them for a moment longer, then nodded slowly.

"All right. I'll greenlight it. But this doesn't mean it's gonna be easy. You're under a microscope now. Any misstep, and it's gonna look ten times worse than it would've otherwise."

"We understand," Sandro said.

"Then make it count," Dusty said firmly. "Take this chaos and make it part of the storm. Be smart. Be sharp. And don't let anyone write your story but you."

Sandro and Alexa stood. "Thank you, Dusty. For trusting us."

"Don't thank me yet," Dusty grinned. "I expect fireworks."

"You'll get 'em," Sandro promised.

They exited the office with a renewed sense of direction. The noise of the outside world hadn't gone away, but now it felt like something they could wield instead of something they had to dodge.

Later that evening, true to their word, Sandro tweeted first, "We didn't mean for it to go public like this, but yes. It's real. She's amazing, and I'm lucky to have her. #Undeniable #SandroAndAlexa"

Minutes later, Alexa followed, "Life's full of surprises. I didn't expect him. But I'm glad I found him. #SandroAndAlexa #UndisputedBliss"

The internet exploded again. But this time, they weren't caught off guard.

This announcement immediately shook the wrestling world and, by extension, the business and entertainment world as well.

Sandro Zhang publicly confirming his relationship with Alexa Bliss sent a ripple effect through multiple circles, not just wrestling fans but media outlets, sponsors, and industry insiders all began buzzing.

It wasn't just a soft social media hint or a blurry photo that could be brushed off. It was real, it was loud, and it was deliberate.

And it mattered more because of who they were.

Sandro wasn't just some rising star, he was the breakout figure of the year, a main event talent with the kind of charisma that drew eyes even outside the wrestling bubble.

And Alexa? She was rapidly evolving from a bubbly tag team player to a potential genuine contender, aligned with Charlotte and on the cusp of a new persona change now thanks to her relationship with Sandro.

They weren't just dating, they were a potential power couple, one that could shape FCW's immediate future both in and out of the ring.

Fans lit up the internet within minutes of the posts. Hashtags trended globally. Memes spread. Twitter threads broke down their timeline like FBI investigations.

Fan videos with "Sandro and Alexa moments you missed" flooded Twitter. Some fans were thrilled, calling them "FCW's future power duo." Others were skeptical, unsure if it was a work or a real-life shoot.

And, inevitably, a portion of the internet spun into toxicity, targeting Alexa with comments that were less than kind, while Sandro faced accusations of playing favorites or using his position.

Backstage, the atmosphere was buzzing. Everyone had an opinion. Everyone had a theory.

And in the middle of it, Sandro's phone kept lighting up.

The first message came from April.

April: "So… will we go public as well? Or you just go public with Alexa?"

Then just minutes later, another text from Nikki.

Nikki: "Saw your post. Just want to know… is this part of the show or are you really making it public just for the sake of it?"

Sandro sat on the couch in his condo, still holding his phone, the blue glow of the screen reflecting off his face in the low light. He stared at both messages for a long moment. Not because he didn't know what to say but because he knew what his words would mean.

Both April and Nikki we're his first and second girlfriend. They were part of his life. People who had stood by him when the cameras weren't rolling, people he had cared about and in ways he couldn't quite define neatly.

And now, he'd just thrown a public spotlight on Alexa, whether intentionally or not.

He typed back carefully, truthfully.

Sandro: "I didn't plan to go public like that. Things escalated too fast online, and it started hurting Alexa's rep. She didn't deserve that. I made the call to confirm it, not for the clout, but to control the narrative. To protect her."

There was a pause. Then April responded,

April: "Okay… I was just surprised, that's all. It's not jealousy. I just didn't expect this."

And Nikki followed,

Nikki: "Yeah. I get it. I know how the internet can twist things. Thanks for being honest. I trust you."

Sandro let out a slow breath as he sank deeper into the cushions. He ran his hand through his hair, eyes drifting to the TV in front of him, though it was muted. His shoulders relaxed a little. It wasn't perfect. It never would be. But they understood, even if they were hurt or caught off guard. And that mattered.

He sent them each another message, short, sincere.

Sandro: "You both mean a lot to me. That hasn't changed. Just… trying to make the best out of a storm right now. Love you two."

And with that, the wave settled, at least for the moment.

Days passed. The heat online never quite died down, but it began to shift. The more people speculated, the more FCW leaned into it with subtle teases.

On FCW's official twitter account, they reposted the couple's tweets with cryptic captions like "Undisputed... and undeniable?" Clips of Alexa .in the ring got more play. Charlotte posted a backstage photo of her and Alexa smirking with the caption "Someone wasn't here to smile and be friends anymore."

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Name: Alessandro Zhang

Age: 20 (2010)

Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA

Brand: FCW

Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles

Faction: The Undisputed System

Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion