Becoming A Wrestler

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Nicole cracked one eye open, smirking as she stretched. "Mmm, this is nice. Waking up to kisses and breakfast? I could get used to this."

April peeked out from under the blanket, sniffing the air. "Did you make bacon?"

Sandro shook his head. "No bacon. We're keeping it light today."

April groaned dramatically but sat up anyway. "Fine, but I'm getting extra bacon after the show tonight."

The three of them ate together, the conversation light, but there was an unspoken understanding in the air. This was the calm before the storm.

Once breakfast was done, they got dressed, Sandro in his usual workout slash daily clothes, and Nicole and April in their respective outfits for the day. Then they headed out toward FCW Headquarters.

As soon as they arrived, they went their separate ways. Nicole and April headed toward the women's locker room, while Sandro made his way to his own.

He changed into his ring gear, grabbing his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship from his locker. Running his fingers over the gold plate, he took a deep breath. He wasn't just defending this title tonight, he was proving he deserved it.

With that thought in mind, he slung the belt over his shoulder and made his way toward the training area.

As he walked in, he spotted Nick, Ryback, Gavin, and Billy already warming up. Nick was stretching, Gavin and Billy were doing light sparring, and Ryback was, well, Ryback was lifting something ridiculously heavy as usual.

Sandro smirked and made his way over. "Morning, boys."

Nick looked up, grinning. "Well, well, look who actually showed up early before our match tonight. I was betting on you dragging in half asleep."

Sandro scoffed. "After everything you and the others put me through the last two days? No chance. I'm too ready for this."

Ryback set down the weight he was lifting and rolled his shoulders. "Good. You'll need to be."

Billy stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "So, what's the plan? Some last minute training and coordination for our gauntlet match?"

Nick smirked. "Nah, we're past that. Today's just about staying loose, staying sharp, and making sure our champ here doesn't psych himself out."

Sandro chuckled. "Not happening. I feel good. Ready."

Gavin nodded. "That's the attitude. Let's run some light movement drills, nothing crazy. Just enough to get your blood flowing before the real thing."

They spent the next hour going through basic drills, nothing too intense, just enough to keep their muscles loose and mind sharp. The energy in the room was a mix of focus and anticipation. Everyone knew how big this night was.

After the warm up, Sandro wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the group. "Alright, I'm feeling good. What now?"

Nick grinned. "Now? Now we go and rest up. Doors open in a few hours. You're gonna need every ounce of energy you got."

Sandro nodded, grabbing his towel. "Yeah. See you guys out there."

As he made his way back to the locker room, the weight of the night ahead settled in. The gauntlet match was waiting. Four challengers. No breaks. One championship and he was ready.

The hours passed, and the energy in the FCW arena reached a fever pitch. Fans had packed every seat, their voices a chaotic mix of cheers, chants, and anticipation for the night ahead.

The FCW Daily Monday Program was about to begin, and backstage, Sandro was watching the show's opening segment unfold on a television monitor.

He stood with his arms crossed, his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder, mentally preparing for his gauntlet match later in the night. But for now, his attention was on his two girlfriends Nicole and April alongside Brianna, Davina, and Rebecca as they walked past him toward the gorilla position.

He gave the two of them a small nod and a smirk, while on the other hand speaking just loud enough for them to hear but at the same time the others didn't find it suspicious. "Go kill it out there."

Nicole flashed him a confident grin, while April gave him a small wink knowing he meant the words to the two of them. Brianna and Rebecca were already locked in, focused on what was about to go down in the ring. Davina on the other hand shows a happy smile, adjusting the wrist tape on her hand. "You better be watching," she teased before following the others.

Sandro simply chuckled, shaking his head as he returned his attention to the screen. Their relationship wasn't public knowledge yet, and for now, that was how they wanted to keep it. But that didn't mean he couldn't support them, and tonight was a big night not just for them, but for the women's division as a whole.

The camera cut to the arena, and the lights dimmed as the first entrance music of the night hit.

Rebecca's entrance music blasted through the speakers, and the crowd erupted into boos as Rebecca made her way onto the stage. She was flanked by Nicole, the FCW Divas Championship around her waist, and Brianna walking just a step behind, towering over the two women.

The trio exuded arrogance, their presence alone igniting loud jeers from the fans who had grown tired of their dominance over the division.

Rebecca walked with an air of superiority, unfazed by the hatred from the crowd. Nicole, as usual, was all smiles, her confidence unshaken. Brianna, playing the role of Nicole's hired muscle, remained stoic, her sheer presence intimidating enough.

They reached the ring, and Rebecca stepped inside, stretching her arms as she turned her gaze toward the entrance ramp, awaiting her opponent.

Then, April's theme music hit.

The fans erupted in cheers as April walked out, accompanied by Davina. Unlike the trio in the ring, April and Davina exuded an aura of determination rather than arrogance. The audience was firmly behind them, excited to see some fresh energy in the ring despite the ongoing storyline between these five women.

Sandro smirked as he watched from backstage. The reaction told him everything he needed to know. The fans were ready for something new.

April and Davina made their way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans before sliding into the ring. The referee checked both competitors, and then signaled for the bell.

The match was underway.

April and Rebecca circled each other before locking up in the center of the ring. Rebecca, the more hard hitting and aggressive of the two, immediately used her strength advantage, pushing April back into the corner. The referee stepped in, calling for a break, but Rebecca took a cheap shot, shoving April's face before stepping back.

The crowd booed, but April didn't react. Instead, she smirked, rolling her shoulders before stepping forward. They locked up again, but this time, April ducked under Rebecca's arm, using her speed and agility to stay one step ahead.

She bounced off the ropes, ducking a clothesline attempt before leaping up and catching Rebecca with a headscissors takedown, sending her rolling across the mat. Rebecca recovered quickly, looking frustrated as April smirked and gestured for her to come at her again.

Rebecca charged, but April sidestepped, catching her with a drop toe hold, sending her face first into the mat. The fans cheered as April kept the pace fast, frustrating Rebecca at every turn.

But Rebecca wasn't going to let herself be embarrassed.

She caught April mid air during a springboard attempt and countered with a brutal spinebuster, shaking the ring with the impact. The crowd groaned as April arched her back in pain, and Rebecca smirked, taking a moment to pose while Nicole clapped from ringside.

Rebecca began working over April with stiff forearms and clubbing blows, keeping her grounded. She locked in a rear chin lock, wrenching April's neck while trash talking her in the process.

April struggled, the crowd rallying behind her. She fought her way back to her feet, elbowing Rebecca in the gut before breaking free. She hit the ropes, looking for a running crossbody, but Rebecca caught her again, this time hoisting her up for a fallaway slam.

But April shifted her weight in mid air, countering into a tornado DDT!

The crowd popped as Rebecca's head spiked into the mat. April crawled over, hooking the leg.

One… Two… Kickout!

Nicole slammed her hands on the apron, yelling at Rebecca to stay focused. Brianna remained silent, watching closely.

April didn't let up. She pulled Rebecca to her feet and went for a roundhouse kick, but Rebecca ducked and responded with a big boot, dropping April hard.

Rebecca, now fully annoyed, lifted April onto her shoulders, looking for her finisher. But April slipped out the back, wrapping her legs around Rebecca's arm and neck.

The Black Widow was locked in!

The crowd was on their feet as Rebecca struggled, trying to fight out of the submission. Nicole was screaming at her to hold on, but April had the hold locked in deep.

Rebecca had no choice.

She tapped out.

April had won.

The crowd erupted as the referee called for the bell. April released the hold and immediately rolled out of the ring, Davina joining her as they backed up the ramp, celebrating their victory.

In the ring, Nicole was fuming.

She slid into the ring, glaring at Rebecca as she got to her feet, rubbing her sore shoulder. Nicole started yelling, shoving Rebecca's chest.

"You lost to her?! What the hell was that performance huh?!" Rebecca clenched her jaw, looking down, trying to hold back her frustration.

Nicole, in a fit of rage, slapped Rebecca across the face.

A loud smack echoed through the arena.

The crowd gasped in shock.

Rebecca's eyes widened, her face turning red where Nicole had struck her. Brianna took a step forward, looking uncertain about what was happening.

And then, Rebecca snapped.

She tackled Nicole to the mat, raining down hard punches. The crowd exploded as Brianna tried to pull her off, but Rebecca turned and decked Brianna with a hard right hand, sending her stumbling backward.

Nicole tried to crawl away, but Rebecca grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up and delivering a brutal powerbomb, slamming her into the mat.

Brianna charged, but Rebecca caught her with a huge fall away slam!

The fans were on their feet, roaring as Rebecca stood over both fallen women, breathing heavily. The once despised enforcer had finally snapped, and the crowd loved it.

Rebecca looked around at the audience, their cheers fueling her. Without another word, she rolled out of the ring and walked up the ramp, leaving Nicole and Brianna lying down in the ring.

Backstage, Sandro watched all of this unfold on the monitor.

He smirked.

"Damn," he muttered. "Didn't see that coming."

His match was still ahead, but one thing was clear, the FCW women's division just got a whole lot more interesting.

After Rebecca's shocking turn, the FCW women's division had been turned on its head.The show rolled on with a few more matches and promos, keeping the audience engaged, but there was an underlying anticipation in the air. The main event was near, and everyone was wondering what kind of title defense Sandro would be dealing with tonight.

And then, the unexpected happened.

The arena erupted in cheers as Dusty Rhodes' entrance music hit. The legendary "American Dream" walked out onto the stage, microphone in hand, waving to the fans. The love and respect the FCW crowd had for Dusty was undeniable, and they welcomed him with roaring cheers.

Sandro, who had been stretching backstage, immediately turned his attention to the monitor, wanting to see how Dusty will announce the match. Dusty smiled warmly, waiting for the crowd to settle before raising the mic.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice carrying that signature southern charm, "I wanna thank y'all for comin' out tonight, showin' love to our FCW Superstars. And lemme tell ya somethin', tonight, we ain't just havin' any ol' main event, nah, we're makin' history, baby!"

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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