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Bray, still standing at the foot of the ramp, watched with an amused smirk as his followers struggled to recover. Sandro, standing on the ropes, pointed directly at him. "You wanted to make a statement, Bray? Consider this mine!" Big E entered back into the ring, cracked his knuckles, and stood tall beside Sandro. The message was clear.
At this time, Bray suddenly let out a loud, eerie laugh, cutting through the atmosphere like a knife. The unsettling sound made the entire arena fall into an uneasy silence, save for the murmuring of confused fans. Sandro and Big E, standing in the ring, hearing the laugh, focused their eyes as they locked onto Bray and his laughter echoed.
Bray slowly lifted the microphone to his mouth, his grin never fading. "Did you really think, Sandro, that my family, my disciples, could be taken out just like that? That a mere show of strength could shake them? Look at this, and let me in, Sandro. Follow me to the ultimate truth."
As soon as those words left his lips, the crowd collectively gasped. Luke Harper and Erick Rowan, who had just been sent sprawling by Big E's devastating offense, suddenly sat up.
Their movements were eerily synchronized, robotic almost, as if they were nothing more than puppets being controlled by an unseen force. Then, in perfect unison, they stood, towering behind Bray once again.
The audience buzzed with disbelief. Even Sandro and Big E, as much as they tried to hide it, couldn't deny the unsettling nature of what they had just witnessed.
Sandro, showing that he was not afraid but just unsettled, scoffed and brought his microphone up. "So what, Bray? You think this is supposed to scare us? You think that just because your boys sat up like a couple of horror movie rejects, we're going to back down? No. We're not scared. The only difference between what just happened and an actual match is that if this were official, we would've already pinned them and won. So come on, show us what you and your so called family really got. You still have time before we finish you all."
Bray chuckled at that, shaking his head like a disappointed teacher watching a foolish student. Behind him, Harper and Rowan tilted their heads to the side, staring at Sandro and Big E with those vacant, unsettling expressions.
Then, without warning, the arena was plunged into darkness. Gasps and murmurs filled the space as the fans fumbled with their phones, some turning on their flashlights just to see what was happening. The commentary team, usually full of bravado, had gone completely silent.
When the lights flickered back on, Bray and his followers were gone. Not a single trace of them remained. It was as if they had never been there at all.
Sandro and Big E scanned the area, searching for any sign of the trio, but there was nothing. Finally, after ensuring that the Wyatts had truly vanished, Big E stepped out of the ring. His job was done for now. Sandro, however, had his own battle to fight.
Just as he turned to refocus, the opening notes of his opponent's entrance music blared through the arena. The fans erupted in boos as none other than Curt Hawkins stepped onto the stage. His presence was a surprise to many.
Having spent his time on SmackDown, the audience wasn't expecting to see him in FCW, let alone challenging for the Florida Heavyweight Championship.
Sandro, of course, already knew about this. Dusty had informed him ahead of time. But for the sake of his character, he played along, acting surprised before quickly regaining his composure.
Hawkins, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the negative reaction. He smirked as he made his way down the ramp, pausing every now and then to taunt a particularly vocal fan. As he climbed the steps and entered the ring, he confidently gestured toward the title draped over Sandro's shoulder.
The referee, who had been waiting at ringside during the tense segment between Sandro and Bray, now stepped into the ring, ensuring both men were ready. After a quick check, he signaled for the bell.
DING DING DING!
The match was officially underway.
Sandro and Hawkins circled each other, each looking for an opening. Hawkins, despite his smug demeanor, was a seasoned veteran. He knew better than to rush in recklessly. Sandro, equally methodical, kept his movements fluid, his gaze locked onto his opponent.
Hawkins was the first to engage, lunging forward with a lock up attempt. Sandro sidestepped, slipping behind him and quickly taking control with a waist lock. Hawkins, knowing he couldn't allow himself to be outmaneuvered so early, threw an elbow back, catching Sandro in the ribs and forcing him to loosen his grip.
Seizing the moment, Hawkins spun around and whipped Sandro into the ropes. On the rebound, he went for a clothesline, but Sandro ducked under, hitting the opposite ropes with even more momentum. As he came back, he leaped into the air, connecting with a beautiful dropkick that sent Hawkins sprawling to the mat.
The fans cheered as Sandro wasted no time capitalizing. He grabbed Hawkins by the wrist and pulled him up, but Hawkins, ever the opportunist, raked the champion's eyes while the referee was momentarily distracted.
The crowd booed loudly, but Hawkins smirked, using the dirty tactic to shift the momentum in his favor. With Sandro momentarily blinded, Hawkins laid into him with sharp, calculated strikes, forearm shots, quick kicks to the midsection, and a stiff European uppercut that sent Sandro stumbling into the corner.
Hawkins took a step back before charging in, looking for a running corner splash. But Sandro, recovering just in time, moved out of the way, causing Hawkins to crash chest first into the turnbuckle.
Seeing his opening, Sandro spun Hawkins around and unloaded a flurry of rapid strikes. The crowd counted along as he struck, one, two, three, four, five, each hit landing with pinpoint precision.
Hawkins, dazed, had no time to react as Sandro grabbed him and hoisted him onto his shoulders. With a quick adjustment, he delivered a devastating Fireman's Carry Gutbuster, driving all the air out of Hawkins' lungs. The fans erupted as Sandro quickly rolled into a pin.
ONE! TWO!—NO!
Hawkins barely managed to get his shoulder up.
Sandro didn't let frustration set in. Instead, he stayed on the attack, lifting Hawkins back up. But the challenger, desperate now, delivered a sneaky low kick to Sandro's shin, followed by a sudden DDT that planted the champion face first into the mat.
The impact gave Hawkins the breathing room he needed. He took a moment to shake off the damage before climbing to the second rope, positioning himself for a high risk maneuver.
As Sandro slowly got to his feet, Hawkins leaped, looking for a flying clothesline, but Sandro countered in mid air with a picture perfect superkick! The impact sent Hawkins crashing down, lifelessly sprawled on the mat.
The crowd roared in approval as Sandro wasted no time. He grabbed Hawkins, dragging him into a perfect position. Before he then climbed up to the top turnbuckle, where he taunted Hawkins to stand up, and when Hawkins slowly stood up groggy, Sandro jumped and delivered his finishing move, the Downfall DDT that drove Hawkins head first into the canvas with brutal force.
Sandro immediately hooked the leg.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
DING DING DING!
The fans exploded into cheers as Sandro sat up, breathing heavily but victorious. The referee retrieved the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship and handed it back to him, raising his arm in triumph.
Sandro climbed the turnbuckle, lifting his title high above his head as the audience continued to cheer. But even in victory, his character and the fans knew the real battle was only just beginning, because somewhere in the shadows, Bray Wyatt was watching.
The show ended on a high note, leaving the audience buzzing with anticipation for next week. The tension between Sandro, backed by Big E, and Bray Wyatt, standing with his eerie family, had been masterfully crafted.
Fans both in the arena and watching from home were already speculating about what would come next. But behind the curtain, the night wasn't over yet.
Backstage, Sandro and Big E made their way to the locker room, the adrenaline from their segment still fresh in their veins. Sandro, still holding onto his championship, turned to Big E with an approving nod.
"You killed it out there, E," Sandro praised, clapping him on the shoulder. "You had the perfect mix of intensity and expression, and you didn't look nervous one bit."
Big E grinned, the praise clearly meant a lot to him. "Man, I appreciate that, Sandro. Honestly, I was so caught up in your exchange with Bray that I forgot to even be nervous. That back and forth? That was some next level stuff man when you experience and watch in the ring, not from the monitor."
Sandro chuckled. "That's what happens when you're in the moment. You did great, but next week? You're not just backing me up. You're stepping into the ring on your own for your first singles match."
Big E's expression shifted to one of excitement and focus. "I'm ready. I've been waiting for this."
As they continued talking, Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn approached, accompanied by Alexis and Ashley. The two women looked particularly giddy, their energy infectious.
Dusty was the first to speak, his signature warmth evident in his tone. "Big E, hell of a job out there tonight, kid. You brought the fire. Keep that up next week, and you're gonna be turning heads real fast."
Big E nodded respectfully. "Thank you, Dusty. That means a lot."
Then Dusty turned his attention to Sandro. "Sandro, me and Steve need your help with something. You got a hell of a mind for this business, and we need to come up with the perfect ring names for these two young ladies."
He gestured toward Alexis and Ashley, who practically beamed with excitement. "We're thinking of debuting them in a couple of weeks. We want them to start getting real experience."
Sandro's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "For real? That's awesome! Congrats, you two! That's big news." He smiled at Alexis and Ashley, who both nodded enthusiastically.
Ashley spoke first. "We've been working hard for this. We're ready."
Alexis chimed in. "We just need the right names, something that really fits."
Sandro tapped his chin thoughtfully. He already knew exactly what names would suit them, Charlotte Flair for Ashley and Alexa Bliss for Alexis. He had seen their future careers unfold in his past life, after all. But he didn't want to make it too obvious. Instead, he played along.
"How about this? Let's meet tomorrow. You two can showcase your move sets and any finishers you have in mind. That way, we can brainstorm names that truly match your style."
Dusty nodded approvingly. "That's a great idea, kid. We want these names to mean something. You two okay with that?"
Alexis and Ashley exchanged glances before nodding eagerly. "Absolutely."
"Perfect," Sandro said. "Tomorrow, we'll make sure you both get names that will be remembered."
The next day, the training facility was buzzing with activity. Sandro, Dusty, Steve, and a few other trainers were present, observing as Alexis and Ashley ran through their routines. Sandro paid close attention to their styles, movements, and mannerisms, noting how they carried themselves in the ring.
Ashley's in ring work was fluid and powerful. She had a regal presence, a natural air of dominance that made her stand out. She executed her moves with precision and confidence, reminiscent of a top tier athlete.
Alexis, on the other hand, had a feisty, almost mischievous energy to her. She was quick, agile, and had a flair for theatrics. Her movements were crisp, and she clearly understood the art of engaging an audience. After watching them go through their sequences, Sandro clapped his hands together. "Alright. I've seen enough."
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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