Becoming A Wrestler

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Brianna nodded enthusiastically. "And maybe some new friends. They seem like a solid group." The three women returned to the ring, ready to continue their training. But now, they couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. FCW women's division finally had a new addition and was growing, and with it, the promise of new match opponents and a new storyline would be introduced.

On the other hand, back to Sandro in New York, After finishing their pizza at Joey's, Sandro and Jack made their way to the five-star hotel Jack had booked. It was a quiet ride, both men seemingly lost in thought, reflecting on the day and the conversations they'd shared. The hotel lobby was grand and pristine, with chandeliers casting warm light across marble floors.

"Here we are," Jack said, holding the door open for Sandro. "Two rooms, each fully equipped with everything you might need to unwind."

Sandro smiled, his gratitude evident. "Thanks, Dad. I could use a good night's sleep."

Once they got their room keys, they took the elevator up, sharing a companionable silence. "Rest well, son," Jack said as they stopped at Sandro's floor. "Tomorrow's another big day for both of us."

"You too, Dad," Sandro replied. He stepped off the elevator, keycard in hand, ready to collapse onto the bed in his room.

After a long, hot shower, Sandro sank into the plush mattress, staring at the ceiling for a moment before closing his eyes. Thoughts of FCW, his match, and the storyline swirled in his head. But for now, he allowed himself to rest, knowing tomorrow would bring fresh challenges.

The next morning, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the hotel's breakfast area as Jack and Sandro sat together, sharing a quiet meal. They didn't talk much; Jack occasionally glanced at his phone, handling emails, while Sandro mentally prepared himself for the day ahead.

After breakfast, Jack escorted Sandro to the airport. The New York sky was a muted gray, a drizzle beginning to fall as they arrived. The drive was short but meaningful.

"Flying back to Tampa, huh?" Jack said as they walked to the terminal.

Sandro nodded. "Yeah. I want to keep my skills sharp, especially with the faction storyline picking up. Dusty and Steve hadn't told me what's coming next Monday, but I need to make sure I'm ready."

Jack placed a hand on Sandro's shoulder as they reached the security checkpoint. "You're doing great, Sandro. Keep pushing. Remember, it's not just about the work, it's about the passion you bring to it."

Sandro smiled. "Thanks, Dad. That means a lot."

They shared a brief hug before Sandro stepped into the line for boarding. Jack watched him for a moment before turning and heading back toward the parking lot.

Sandro's flight landed in Tampa late in the afternoon. As soon as he stepped off the plane and turned on his phone, it began to buzz. He glanced at the screen which showed Dusty Rhodes calling.

Sandro immediately picked up the call. "Hey, Dusty. What's up?"

Dusty's unmistakable Southern drawl greeted him. "Hey there, kiddo. Are you in the FCW headquarters today? I'm lookin' to gather everyone involved in the faction storyline. Got some briefin' to do on the creative direction after that War Games announcement last Monday."

Sandro adjusted the strap on his duffel bag and started walking. "I just landed back in Tampa, actually. But I can head straight to HQ from the airport."

Dusty's voice softened. "Just got off a plane, huh? Sorry for the abrupt call, son."

"No worries, Dusty," Sandro replied with a chuckle. "I'll meet you at the office in a bit."

"Good deal," Dusty said. "Drive safe now."

An hour later, Sandro stepped into the familiar halls of FCW headquarters. The buzz of activity was infectious, staff and talent alike hustled about, each person's focus honed on their respective tasks. Sandro made his way to Dusty's office, where the door was slightly ajar. He knocked lightly before stepping inside.

Sandro stepped into Dusty's office, where the air felt charged with purpose. Inside, Kofi Kingston, Taylor Rotunda, Drew McIntyre, Stu Sanders, and Xavier Creed sat around the large conference table. Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn stood at the head of the room, their posture commanding yet inviting. All eyes turned to Sandro as he entered, offering a quick smile and a polite nod.

"Sorry I'm late," Sandro said, setting his duffel bag down beside an empty chair. "Just came straight from the airport."

Dusty waved off the apology with a grin. "Ain't nothing, kiddo. I appreciate you comin' in right off the flight. Shows dedication."

Steve nodded in agreement, motioning for Sandro to take a seat. "Alright, now that we're all here, let's get down to business."

The room settled as Dusty cleared his throat, his voice drawing everyone's focus like a spotlight. "Here's the deal, boys. We're three weeks out from the War Games pay-per-view. The creative team and I have worked out the framework for how we're buildin' up to it, and now it's time to get y'all up to speed."

Dusty walked to the whiteboard at the front of the room and began sketching out a rough timeline as he spoke. "Next Monday, week one, we're gonna kick things off with a backstage segment. Each faction, Drgaom Boom and the Empire, will do a backstage segment where y'all talk about the upcoming War Game pay per view where each team is missin' a fourth member, and that's gonna be the focus of the night, as the two teams will look for their fourth member."

Kofi leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "So, we're cutting backstage promo segment and acting as if we're scouting for someone to join us?"

Dusty nodded. "Exactly. This gives the audience a hook for the night, somethin' to chew on. We wanna build tension, keep 'em guessin' who might fill those spots until you guys got to the person we have out for you guys."

Taylor, always one to ask questions, piped up. "Do we already have the fourth members locked in, or are we keeping it open-ended?"

Steve stepped in. "We've got names in mind, but the reveal won't happen to you guys until the show itself, don't worry before the show starts we will inform you guys of the name, and of course, the wrestler involved has all been told, it just to keep the suspense alive for you guys."

Dusty grinned, pointing to the second section of the timeline. "Week two, we ramp things up. That night starts with a confrontation between the two teams. Words get heated, and we set up a singles match for later that night. One representative from each team goes head-to-head to determine who gets the advantage going into War Games."

Drew leaned forward, his eyes lighting up. "And the Empire wins the advantage, right?"

Dusty chuckled. "Now, Drew, don't get too far ahead of yourself. But yeah, y'all are gonna win that one. Sets the stage for some uphill climbin' for the Dragon Boom team. Makes the payoff at War Games even sweeter."

Creed nodded thoughtfully. "So, who's repping each team in the singles match?"

Steve glanced at Dusty, who answered, "That's still up for debate. But it'll be someone from each team who can put on a helluva show. This match needs to leave the crowd buzzin'."

Dusty then tapped the final section of the timeline. "Week three, the home stretch as it will be another backstage promo segment. By then, both teams were in a desperation to look for the fifth member. The search for those final spots will drive for the pay per view on Saturday."

Sandro raised his hand slightly, his brows furrowed in thought. "Dusty, will the fifth member be revealed on the Monday live show or saved for the War Games pay per view itself?"

"Good question, son," Dusty replied. "We'll reveal the fifth members during the Monday live program show, while it won't keep the fans on their toes, don't worry there will be a surprise stored for them."

Everyone was satisfied with the storyline's direction after Dusty and Steve's thorough explanation. The room buzzed with energy, the wrestlers exchanging ideas and strategizing how to elevate each moment. After Dusty officially dispersed the meeting, the group headed to the training facilities to sharpen their skills and prepare for Monday's live television program.

The next two days passed quickly, filled with rigorous training sessions and brainstorming to refine the dynamics of the faction storyline. On Monday afternoon, the backstage area at the FCW arena was a flurry of activity. Sandro, Kofi, Taylor, Drew, Stu, and Creed were already clad in their ring gear, their faces a mix of determination and excitement.

Dusty and Steve gathered them in a quiet corner of the locker room to go over the final details for the night's segment. The creative direction was already set, but now they were revealing the key players who would step into the storyline as the fourth members of each team. Dusty leaned in, his Southern drawl steady as he spoke.

"Alright, y'all. Here's how it's gonna go down tonight. For Dragon Boom and Taylor, y'all are gonna be approached by Sheamus. He's volunteered to join your team. Now, there's a bit of personal history between him and Samoa Joe, the man who'll be joinin' the Empire and Creed. Joe, as y'all know, is our FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, and Sheamus, as the dethroned former champ, has a score to settle."

The room stirred with murmurs of approval. Dusty continued, "Sheamus is fired up about facin' Joe again, and that's the spark we're usin' to fuel the story. The reason for that is because Stu and his crew managed to get Joe on their side through some… let's call it a devious persuasion."

As Dusty spoke, the door opened, and Sheamus walked in, the Celtic Warrior's imposing figure and confident grin filling the room. Not far behind him came Samoa Joe, his expression stoic but his presence undeniable, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship glinting on his shoulder.

The room erupted in laughter and greetings as the two men entered. Despite their impending rivalry on-screen, the camaraderie between the group was evident. Handshakes, hugs, and lighthearted jabs were exchanged, the mood energetic yet focused.

"Well, if it isn't the man who kicked me off the throne," Sheamus teased Joe, earning a chuckle from the heavyweight champion.

Joe smirked. "And I plan to stay there, fella. Don't get too comfortable thinkin' you'll take it back."

Dusty clapped his hands to bring the attention back. "Alright, boys, save that fire for the cameras. We've got a tight schedule, so let's get movin'."

Steve handed out the rundown for the backstage segment. "Here's how it'll play out, Dragon Boom and Taylor, y'all are gonna be seen strategizing about who to recruit, after hearing that the Empire and Creed managed to recruit Samoa Joe when Sheamus walks in."

"His reason for joining ties directly to Joe, and he's gonna make it clear he's gunnin' for him. Meanwhile, The Empire and Creed will cut a separate backstage segment where they will approach Joe as they feel he is the perfect addition, where Stu will persuade Joe by previously saying that everyone felt that Dragon Boom, especially Sandro, was the best wrestler on FCW and not him the champ which causes Joe to accept the invitation."

Sheamus leaned against a nearby locker, his grin fading into a serious expression. "What tone are we goin' for here? You want me playin' it fired-up and aggressive, or a bit more calculated?"

Dusty nodded approvingly. "A mix. Be passionate but focused. You're not just here to settle a score; you're here to prove you're the best."

The briefing wrapped up quickly, and everyone headed to their positions. The live show was already underway, with the opening match featuring the debut of Davina Rose versus Rebecca Knox. The crowd roared as the two women showcased their athleticism and in-ring prowess, a perfect kickoff to the evening for the fans who couldn't wait for the continuation of the storyline, between Dragon Boom and Taylor against The Empire and Creed.

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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