Becoming A Wrestler

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Meanwhile, most fans agreed on one thing, Love him or hate him, Sandro just put himself in the history books as an unstoppable heel mastermind. The war had ended, but its aftershocks had only begun. And the wrestling world would never be the same again after this win as Sandro and the Undisputed System's reign of terror further cemented.

On the backstage of the show, the echoes of War Games still thundered through the walls. The arena was quiet now, emptied out except for production crews, staff, and the wrestlers too battered to move quickly. The adrenaline had faded, leaving behind only the dull throb of bruises, the sting of cuts, and the weight of what had just happened.

Inside one of the medical rooms, the atmosphere was quieter but charged with a different kind of tension, an aftershock of glory, exhaustion, and the surreal calm that comes after chaos.

Sandro sat shirtless on a padded medical bench, a towel draped over his shoulders, stained pink from dabbing blood off his neck. Dried rivulets ran down his chest and arms, cuts from the spiked baseball bat spot with Mick Foley during the final phase of the War Games match. A medic gently cleaned around the nail puncture wounds on his neck, murmuring something about stitches.

Sandro didn't even flinch. He didn't feel it at all. L It was a secret only he knew. Alexa sat beside him, a ball of tension and concern wrapped in a hoodie and sweats, far removed from her on screen persona just now.

Her blonde hair was pulled up hastily, and her mascara had smudged from tears she hadn't even realized she'd shed during the final stretch of the match.

She hadn't known how bad it was until she ran down with the fire extinguisher and saw the blood dripping down Sandro's neck. That wasn't ketchup or makeup. That was real.

And it terrified her.

"You okay?" she asked in a whisper, even though the room was filled with people. She hadn't spoken much since they got back through the curtain.

Sandro smiled and turned to her. With a gentle hand, he reached up and brushed her head softly, his fingers combing through her hair for a brief second before letting go.

"It's fine," he said, voice quiet, reassuring. "Superficial at best. It just looks bad."

Her eyes searched his, not entirely convinced by what he had just said.

"There's blood Sandro. On your neck. Dripping down."

He grinned. "A little nail spot. We choreographed it safely. It missed everything important. Skin tears like paper, but I've had mosquito bites that felt worse."

Alexa's face turned bright red as she felt the warmth of his palm on her head. Even though they'd been together for a while now, she still wasn't used to these public moments. Especially not surrounded by the rest of the Undisputed System.

Because sure enough, Big E let out a loud, teasing boo from the next bench over.

"Daaaaamn, look at Sandro being all soft!" Big E bellowed, wincing as a medic applied antiseptic to a nasty bruise on his side.

"Someone's got that 'I got a girl in the crowd' energy," Wade added with a lopsided grin, leaning back against the wall, a pack of ice resting on his knee.

"Man went from War Games to Romance Games in under five minutes," Ryback said dryly, lifting a water bottle to his lips.

"Poor Alexa," Drew murmured, clearly enjoying himself. "Having to deal with all this testosterone."

Alexa buried her face in her hands. "You guys suck."

Sandro chuckled and raised a hand toward the others. "Alright, alright, ease up. She's not used to group teasing yet."

The room burst into soft laughter, even the medics smirking as they continued cleaning and wrapping up the walking wounded.

Despite the aching muscles and bruised pride, spirits were oddly high. They'd done it. Delivered a War Games match that would go down in history. Blood, sweat, chaos, everything fans wanted, and more.

Then came the knock.

The door swung open, and in walked Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn, their faces glowing with approval, the kind that comes from watching something you helped build grow into something extraordinary.

Dusty stepped in first, cowboy hat tilted back, a proud smile stretched across his face.

"Well, if it ain't the baddest sons of guns in the whole damn business," Dusty said, his voice thick and warm. "Y'all tore the house down tonight."

Everyone sat up a little straighter.

Steve followed behind, arms crossed. "Brutal. Emotional. Unexpected. You boys, and you too, Alexa, just made magic."

Alexa blinked, surprised by the direct shoutout.

Dusty walked over to her, then pointed a finger, not in scolding, but in admiration. "You, little lady, played a critical role in that ending. That was the moment. And the fans? They'll be talkin' about that for months. Hell, years."

Alexa smiled shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you, Dusty."

"Don't thank me," he said. "Thank yourself. You make that spotlight."

The others chimed in with light claps and cheers, Big E whistling obnoxiously before holding his side in mock pain. "Ow, still sore. Can't even cheer right."

Dusty clapped his hands once, getting everyone's attention. "Now listen here. Y'all get today and tomorrow to rest. Heal up. Because come Monday night, we have a promo segment planned. One hell of a follow up to tonight's war."

He looked at Sandro. "You're the general now. Make it count."

Sandro nodded, his usual calm confidence unwavering. "It will."

Dusty turned his gaze to Alexa. "And you little lady? As planned, you'll be making it official. You're now the honorary and only female member of the Undisputed System."

There was a small beat of silence before Wade let out a whistle.

"About damn time," he said with a grin.

Alexa's eyes widened with happiness. "Yes! Thanks you Dusty!"

Steve nodded. "If fans specialty before, tonight made it clear. You're part of this. Whether it was kayfabe or not, you become part of the Undisputed System."

Big E leaned over and nudged her gently. "This is going to be great. We gonna get you a dress or something for it."

Alexa blinked, visibly emotional but holding back tears. "I, I don't even know what to say. Even though I knew this would happen, the excitement was still too big."

"You don't have to say anything," Dusty said. "Just wear that black and gold proud. And bring the fire Monday night."

He turned to leave, tipping his hat. "Get some rest, all of you. And Sandro?"

"Yes, sir?"

Dusty smiled again. "You ain't just written a chapter in wrestling history tonight. You wrote the headline."

With that, Dusty and Steve exited, leaving behind a room full of exhausted, battered wrestlers who now bore the weight and honor of a match that would be remembered forever.

Sandro leaned back slightly, letting out a long breath as the room settled.

"Monday," he muttered, almost to himself. "We take the victory... and build the empire."

And beside him, Alexa leaned her head on his shoulder, eyes closing for a brief moment as if to finally exhale all the fear she had bottled up inside her.

After that, Sandro and the rest of the Undisputed System just talked, laughing and groaning through bruises and bandages while the medics continued their work. The air in the room was less heavy now, lighter with camaraderie, the post war tension unraveling into moments of normalcy, just wrestlers being people.

It didn't take long before the conversation drifted into something completely unrelated to the match. Big E, ever the mood lifter, leaned back with a slight wince, sighing theatrically as he said, "So, y'all seen Thor yet?"

Drew chuckled, gently rotating his sore shoulder. "Saw it last night. That hammer? Mate, I want one."

Wade smirked. "You just want to cosplay Chris Hemsworth, don't you?"

"He is dreamy," Ryback said deadpan, making everyone burst into a round of laughter.

Sandro, smiling, shook his head as he tossed a water bottle cap into a nearby trash can. "It turned out great, huh?"

"'Great'?" Big E scoffed. "It's a damn masterpiece. And don't even get me started on Iron Man 2. That Monaco scene? Bro. Chef's kiss."

"And you were involved in that right, mate?" Drew looked over. "Your dad's company invested in its production?"

Sandro gave a modest nod. "Yeah. Nexum Core backed both actually. Acquired Marvel a few years back."

"Man…" Wade sat up straighter, wincing as the movement tugged at a wrapped up cut on his side. "Don't tell me you are the one who persuaded Jack Zhang to buy Marvel? Before Iron Man?"

Sandro gave a half smile. "After Iron Man actually. Let's say I had a good feeling."

He didn't mention the truth. How in his past life, he already knew the juggernaut the MCU would become. That knowledge had been a tool, and he'd used it to nudge his father in just the right direction, at just the right time. The rest was history. A multibillion dollar history.

Alexa perked up, her eyes lighting up. "I loved the scene where Thor finally lifts the hammer after sacrificing himself. I cried in the theater."

Big E wiped an imaginary tear. "Awww, little softie."

"Oh shut up!" Alexa said, tossing a small towel at him.

"See? She's feisty again. She's fine," Ryback muttered.

The group shared another round of laughter. For a moment, the room didn't feel like a medical bay. It felt like a locker room from simpler days, before kayfabe and camera angles, before blood spots and steel cages.

Eventually, as the medics gave them the all clear one by one, Sandro stood, slowly rotating his neck, testing how stiff the bandaged wound was. It tugged, a little tight, and caused him to feel a tiny feeling of itch.

He reached for his gym bag, slung it over his shoulder, and gave a brief nod to the others.

"Alright," he said. "We're heading out."

More teasing from the guys after hearing that, of course.

"Don't forget to text your parents," Wade said with a smile. "Let them know that the prince survived the match."

Big E chuckled. "Tell them Ryback says hi too. You know, just in case you ever need to recruit a stunt double."

Sandro smirked. "I'll keep that in mind."

He and Alexa walked out of the room together, and as they made their way down the quiet hallway of the arena, the coolness of the corridor air hit them. It felt good. Real.

Once outside, under the pale lights of the parking lot, Sandro finally checked his phone. Predictably, the screen lit up with messages.

April:

"Are you okay? I saw the march all the way to the end at the monitor in the back. The nail spiked baseball bat… Sandro what the hell. That wasn't fake."

Nikki:

"I just finished my RAW rehearsal and watched the show. Tell me you're fine. Please."

Both texts were nearly at the same time. He chuckled quietly, thumb hovering over the screen.

He quickly snapped a photo of his bandaged neck and sent it to both.

"I'm 100% okay. Just a superficial wound. Alexa says hi by the way."

A moment later they reply to his message.

April:

"Good. I'll kill you if you ever scare me like that again. And tell her hi back. Sorry, I left early. Got some cleaning to do back on my room."

Nikki:

"Hi Alexa ❤️. And next time maybe don't almost die on live TV, okay?"

Sandro smiled, showing Alexa the messages.

"They both say hi," he said, as they walked toward his car. "April's pissed, Nikki's being dramatic."

Alexa leaned on the car door, laughing softly. "They care. And they're right. That spot was terrifying."

He unlocked the door and held it open for her.

"Well," he said, "next time, I'll only half die."

She smacked his arm, but she was smiling.

Once back in his apartment, the next two days passed in peace. Sandro kept it light, healthy food, light workouts, and sleep. The kind of healing that didn't just fix wounds, but recharged the soul.

He scrolled through forums, read fan reactions, and watched clips fans had posted. Some were in awe. Some furious. Others? Hooked. War Games had done exactly what it needed to. It changed the landscape after all. Then Monday came. Anticipation filled the air like electricity. Fans crowded into the arena. No one knew what would happen next. Everyone was guessing. Everyone was watching.

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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