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Despite this, Sandro and Kofi stuck to the plan laid out by Dusty, Steve, and the FCW Creative team. Each match was designed to test them, to push them to their limits, and to make the fans believe that every defense could be their last. The constant struggle was exhausting, but it was also building a narrative of resilience and heart that was resonating with a large portion of the audience.
On the next FCW Monday live televised show, the crowd was already buzzing with anticipation. Dragon Boom's reign as tag team champions had been anything but smooth sailing, and the tension between them and The Empire was at an all-time high. As the fans settled into their seats, the familiar sound of The Empire's entrance music blared through the arena, signaling the arrival of Drew and Stu.
The massive LED screen lit up with their ominous logo, and the two men, dressed in their signature black and gold gear, confidently strode down the ramp. Their expressions were smug, each of them holding a microphone in hand as they made their way to the ring. The crowd booed relentlessly, clearly in support of Dragon Boom, but that only seemed to fuel The Empire's arrogance.
Once inside the ring, Drew raised his hand, demanding silence. His voice, dripping with disdain, echoed through the arena as he began to address the situation.
"Look at this," Drew said, his tone mocking. "Every week we sit backstage and watch these so-called champions, Dragon Boom, nearly lose those titles. Every single match is a disaster waiting to happen, and yet somehow, they always scrape by, barely clinging to those belts. It's pathetic!"
Stu stepped forward, pacing around the ring as he added to Drew's words. "We dominated the FCW tag team division for months! We didn't just win matches—we annihilated our opponents. We made people fear The Empire. We set the bar, and what have these guys done since becoming champions? They've lowered it. Week after week, it's the same story—close calls, barely escaping with the titles, relying on nothing but luck."
The crowd booed louder, but a few in the audience couldn't deny that The Empire had a point. Dragon Boom had barely held onto their titles in their last three defenses, and doubt was beginning to spread among the fans.
Drew raised his microphone again, smirking as he continued, "It proves what we said three weeks ago—Dragon Boom defeating us was a fluke. They got lucky, and now everyone can see it. They're frauds, parading around with titles they don't deserve."
Stu nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the audience. "Dragon Boom can't hold a candle to The Empire. We were the true champions, dominating this division like no one ever has, and the fact that these two underdogs keep getting by is a disgrace. They're making a mockery of those titles, and frankly, we're sick of watching it happen."
The Empire's taunts were designed to cut deep, and it was working. The fans were rallying behind Dragon Boom more than ever, their loyalty unwavering, but the tension in the air was palpable. Drew and Stu knew exactly how to manipulate the situation to their advantage.
"We're not here to just talk," Drew continued, his voice growing more intense. "We're here to demand what's rightfully ours—a rematch for the FCW Tag Team Championships. But this time, we're not going to leave it to chance. No, we want a rematch with a stipulation of our choosing. We want to set the rules so that there's no question, no fluke, and no lucky escapes."
Stu grinned as he leaned into the microphone. "We'll show the world that Dragon Boom isn't fit to be champions. We'll expose them for the frauds they are, and once again, The Empire will reign supreme. So what do you say, Dragon Boom? You gonna step up, or are you too scared to face us when we're calling the shots?"
The crowd erupted into a mixture of boos and cheers, the energy in the arena electric as The Empire laid down their challenge. For a moment, it seemed like Drew and Stu might be right—Dragon Boom had faced tremendous pressure in recent weeks, and now The Empire was coming for their crowns with ruthless intent.
Suddenly, the familiar upbeat theme music of Dragon Boom filled the arena, and the fans roared in approval. Sandro and Kofi emerged from the back, both looking fired up as they stood at the top of the ramp, microphones in hand. Their titles gleamed on their shoulders, but their expressions were serious. This was no longer just about defending their reign—it was personal.
The two men walked to the ring, the crowd firmly behind them. As they entered the squared circle, they faced off with Drew and Stu, the tension between the teams palpable. Sandro was the first to speak, his voice filled with defiance.
"You know," Sandro began, addressing The Empire, "we've heard enough of your trash talk. You two walk around like you're invincible, like you're the only ones who deserve these titles. But here's the thing—whether you want to admit it or not, we beat you fair and square. We earned these championships, and no amount of whining from you is going to change that."
Kofi, standing next to Sandro, nodded as he raised his microphone. "We get it, Drew. We get it, Stu. It burns you up inside to see us holding these titles because it doesn't fit your narrative. You want everyone to believe that Dragon Boom is a fluke, that we got lucky, but the truth is, we worked our asses off to get here. And yeah, the last few weeks have been tough, but that's what being a champion is about—fighting through the hard times and coming out on top."
The crowd cheered loudly in response, firmly behind Dragon Boom as Kofi spoke with fire and passion. Drew and Stu, however, were unimpressed, smirking as if they found the words of the champions amusing.
"You want a rematch? Fine," Sandro continued, his tone resolute. "But here's the thing—you don't just get to walk in here and make demands. If you want to choose the stipulation, you're going to have to prove that you deserve that right. We're willing to face you tonight, but in a non-title tag match. If you can beat us, then you get to pick the stipulation for the rematch. What do you say?"
The arena exploded with excitement as Sandro laid down the challenge. It was a bold move, one that put Dragon Boom's pride on the line. The crowd was already buzzing with the potential match-up—The Empire versus Dragon Boom in a non-title bout. The stipulation for the inevitable rematch would be determined by The Empire if they won, but first, they had to get through Sandro and Kofi.
Stu and Drew exchanged a knowing look, clearly pleased with the challenge. They both grinned, and Drew stepped forward, leaning into his microphone.
"You've got yourself a deal," Drew said, his voice filled with confidence. "But make no mistake—after tonight, you're going to regret ever making this challenge. The Empire is going to tear you apart, and when we're done, we'll pick a stipulation that guarantees you won't be walking out of our rematch with those titles."
The fans roared as both teams squared off, the tension crackling in the air. Sandro and Kofi had put their pride on the line, and now, they had to prove themselves once again in front of the FCW universe. The Empire, confident as ever, walked out of the ring, their eyes locked on Dragon Boom, knowing that tonight could be the start of reclaiming their dominance.
Later that night, the main event was set—Dragon Boom versus The Empire in a non-title match. The energy in the arena was electric as the fans waited for the match to begin. The Empire, with everything to prove, entered the ring first, their presence intimidating and confident as ever. Drew and Stu knew that if they could win this match, they'd hold the power in their hands to decide the stipulation for the rematch, and they had every intention of making that happen.
Dragon Boom's entrance was met with thunderous applause. The champions were laser-focused, knowing that this was more than just a match—it was about earning respect and silencing the doubters who questioned their legitimacy as champions.
As the bell rang, the match began with fast-paced action. Drew and Stu immediately went on the offensive, using their size and strength to try and overpower Dragon Boom. Kofi, known for his agility and quickness, darted around the ring, dodging their attacks and landing kicks to keep the challengers at bay.
The Empire's strategy was clear—they wanted to isolate Kofi and wear him down, much like they had done in their previous encounters. Drew and Stu used their superior size and power to ground Kofi, preventing him from using his high-flying abilities. Every time Kofi tried to mount a comeback, The Empire was there to cut him off, taunting Sandro as they systematically dismantled his partner.
The crowd rallied behind Dragon Boom, chanting Kofi's name as he fought desperately to escape the Empire's onslaught. After several minutes of being brutalized, Kofi finally made the hot tag to Sandro, who entered the ring like a man possessed. He took down both Drew and Stu with a series of explosive moves, turning the tide in favor of Dragon Boom.
As the tide began to turn in favor of Dragon Boom, thanks to Sandro's power and aggression, there was an undercurrent of tension in the air that even the fans could feel. Unbeknownst to Sandro and Kofi, Drew and Stu had something sinister up their sleeves. For weeks, they had watched Dragon Boom scrape by in their title defenses, and they had grown tired of waiting for a fair shot. Tonight, they had a plan—an insurance policy to make sure they didn't just win, but dominated.
Sandro continued his onslaught against Drew, who was the legal man for The Empire. He delivered a powerful clothesline that sent Drew crashing to the mat, followed by a suplex that shook the ring. The crowd was on their feet, fully behind Dragon Boom as Sandro connected with a series of punches and kicks, pushing Drew back into the corner. Sandro had the momentum, and for a moment, it seemed like Dragon Boom might silence The Empire's arrogance once and for all.
Sandro whipped Drew into the turnbuckle with authority, the impact echoing through the arena. Drew slumped into the corner, clearly reeling from the onslaught, but Sandro didn't see the subtle exchange between Drew and Stu. Stu, who had been knocked off the apron earlier, was now back on his feet. As Sandro charged at Drew, Stu jumped onto the apron, grabbing the referee's attention. The official turned his back to the action, trying to get Stu off the apron, while Sandro also hesitated, distracted by the commotion.
This was the moment The Empire had been waiting for.
With the referee's back turned, Drew reached into his tights and pulled out a gleaming brass knuckle. The crowd erupted in boos, their outrage echoing through the arena. Sandro, still distracted by Stu's antics, had no idea what was coming. Drew, a smirk on his face, quickly slipped the knuckles onto his fist and, with precision, delivered a vicious punch to Sandro's face. The sickening thud of brass meeting bone silenced the crowd for a moment, as Sandro crumpled to the mat, completely knocked out cold.
Drew, not wasting a second, tossed the brass knuckles out of the ring before the referee could notice. Sandro lay motionless on the mat, the damage already done. With a malicious grin, Drew grabbed Sandro and hit his finisher, the Scot Drop—a devastating reverse STO. Sandro's body was driven into the mat with brutal force, and the arena shook with the impact.
At that moment, Kofi, who had been recovering on the apron, realized what had happened. He saw Sandro down and Drew going for the pin, and without thinking, he rushed into the ring to break it up. But Stu, always one step ahead, intercepted Kofi with a brutal clothesline, sending him crashing to the outside. The crowd roared in frustration, but Stu wasn't done. He followed Kofi to the floor, delivering vicious stomps to his fallen opponent. Kofi tried to fight back, but Stu overpowered him, slamming him into the barricade and kicking him while he was down.
Inside the ring, Drew arrogantly draped himself over Sandro, who was still out cold from the brass knuckle shot and the Scot Drop. The referee, finally turning back to the action, saw Drew covering Sandro and dropped to the mat to make the count.
One...
The crowd was on their feet, shouting in desperation, urging Sandro to kick out, but their hope was fading.
Two...
Kofi, battered and beaten on the outside, tried to crawl toward the ring, his body barely responding after Stu's vicious assault.
Three!
The referee's hand slapped the mat for the final time, and the bell rang. The Empire had won. The crowd erupted into a mixture of boos and shocked disbelief as Drew stood up, his arms raised in triumph, while Stu rolled back into the ring, grinning like a predator who had just taken down his prey. The Empire's plan had worked to perfection. They had taken every shortcut, used every dirty trick, and now they had the victory—and with it, the right to choose the stipulation for their rematch against Dragon Boom.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 18 (2008)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida USA
Brand: FCW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Style
Faction: Dragon Boom (Tag Team)
Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions