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"Yeah, it's a risk," Sandro admitted. "But that's the nature of investments, right? I just think this is a calculated risk. Twitter's leadership has been making some bold moves—expanding monetization through ads, rolling out subscription models, and positioning themselves as an essential tool for companies and influencers alike. It's not guaranteed, but I believe in the direction they're heading."
Another pause. This time, it was longer, and Sandro could almost hear the gears turning in his father's mind.
"I hear what you're saying," Jack finally said. "I just want to make sure that we're not jumping into something without understanding the long-term risks. Your mother and I have always been careful with our investments, and I just don't want to see us get caught up in hype."
Sandro appreciated his father's grounded approach. "I get it, Dad. I wouldn't push you into something I didn't think had real potential. But I also don't want you to feel pressured. If you need more time to think about it, that's okay. I can send you more information if that helps."
Jack hummed thoughtfully. "I might take you up on that. Let me go through it again, and we'll talk more later. Your mother and I trust your judgment, but you know we like to be thorough."
Sandro smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude for his parents' support. "Of course, Dad. No rush."
Taylor's voice softened as she spoke again. "Just promise us you won't get too caught up in these things, Sandro. We love that you're thinking about the future, but don't forget to enjoy the present, too."
Sandro felt a warmth in his chest. "I won't, Mom. I'm looking forward to seeing you both soon."
After a few more exchanges of pleasantries, Sandro hung up, feeling both lighter and reflective. His father's concerns were valid, and while Sandro believed in the investment, he knew it was important to stay grounded, to balance ambition with practicality.
The day passed by quickly, with Sandro finalizing his travel plans and tying up a few loose ends. In the evening, as he sat on his couch with a cup of tea, his thoughts inevitably drifted back to Brianna, Nicole, and April.
The conversation from the night before still lingered in his mind, though it wasn't as heavy as it had been. There was a certain peace in knowing that they had all been honest with each other, even if it meant navigating difficult emotions.
He wondered how Brianna was doing. Was she finding peace with her decision, or was she still struggling with the idea of stepping away? Sandro felt a pang of sadness, but he knew he couldn't force a resolution. Brianna had made her choice, and he had to respect that, no matter how much he wanted to reach out and bridge the gap between them.
As the hours slipped by, Sandro packed his bags for the trip, his mind a swirling mix of thoughts. Family, friendships, investments, and the uncertain path ahead all blended together, but there was a strange sense of clarity amid the chaos.
The next morning, Sandro boarded his flight to Orlando. As the plane ascended, the clouds thickening below, he leaned back in his seat, allowing himself to relax for the first time in days.
The two weeks ahead felt like a much-needed reset—a chance to spend time with his parents, recalibrate, and figure out where his heart truly stood with everything that had unfolded.
Touching down in Orlando, Sandro felt a wave of nostalgia as he stepped into the familiar warmth of Orlando's autumn air. His parents were waiting at the airport, their faces lighting up as they saw him approach. Jack pulled him into a strong embrace, followed by Taylor, who squeezed him tightly.
"Good to have you home, son," Jack said with a grin.
"It's good to be home," Sandro replied, his heart swelling with gratitude.
As they drove back to the house, the familiar sights of his hometown rolled past the window, grounding him in the present moment. Over the next few days, Sandro settled into a peaceful routine.
He spent mornings sipping coffee with his parents, afternoons strolling around the neighborhood, and evenings talking about life—his career, their lives, and the ever-present investment discussion that Jack liked to revisit.
Being home reminded Sandro of the importance of balance. His relationships, his career, his future—they were all interconnected, but they didn't have to be overwhelming.
He didn't need all the answers right away. Sometimes, all that mattered was taking it one step at a time, trusting that things would unfold as they were meant to.
That evening, after a peaceful day settling back into his routine at home, Sandro sat at the dinner table with Jack and Taylor. The comforting aroma of his mother's home-cooked meal filled the air, a welcome change from the catering and restaurant meals he ate as usually he didn't have time to cook at home except for breakfast.
As they ate, the conversation naturally shifted back to Sandro's wrestling career, and inevitably, to the Iron Steel Cage Iron Man match that had been the center of so much attention.
Jack set down his fork, his expression turning serious. "I've got to say, son, I know you've always been tough, but that match… Watching you take that powerbomb from the top of the cage almost gave your mother and me a heart attack."
Taylor, who had been quiet for most of the meal, nodded in agreement. "I don't think I've ever seen something so brutal, Sandro. I kept waiting for you to get up, but the way your body hit the mat—and then the concrete outside the ring—it was terrifying."
Sandro had anticipated this conversation. He'd seen the looks on their faces when they first brought it up after the show, their voices full of worry. He understood their concern, but he also knew the realities of his profession. Wrestling wasn't just a job for him; it was a passion, a calling. And with that came risks.
"I know it looked bad," Sandro began, his tone gentle. "But I swear, I'm fine. We practiced those spots ahead of time, and I was in good hands with the guy I was working with. Plus, FCW's medical team checked me over right after the match. No fractures, no serious injuries—just some bruises and scrapes. It looks worse than it really is, I promise."
Jack leaned back in his chair, sighing deeply. "I get that this is your world, and I respect that. But it's hard for your mother and me to watch you go through that kind of punishment. We've always supported your career, but that match was something else."
Taylor reached across the table, resting her hand on Sandro's. "We just don't want to see you get hurt, honey. You've already accomplished so much—we don't want you to feel like you have to take unnecessary risks."
Sandro squeezed her hand in return, feeling the warmth of her concern. "I appreciate that, Mom. And I promise, I'm being careful. I've got a lot of years left in me, and I'm not going to throw it all away by doing something reckless. But part of what makes wrestling exciting is pushing those boundaries—finding ways to entertain the audience while keeping it safe."
Jack studied his son for a moment, then nodded. "Just promise us you'll keep thinking about your long-term health, Sandro. We've seen too many guys in your industry burn out too soon."
"I will," Sandro assured them both. "You don't have to worry about that."
With the tension easing, Jack shifted the conversation to something that had been on his mind. "Speaking of long-term investments," he began his tone lightening, "I was wondering if you'd like to come with me tomorrow to check out the new Nexum Core headquarters. I just finalized the purchase—$100 million for the building. It's a 31-story office and residential complex overlooking Lake Eola."
Sandro's interest was immediately piqued. He'd heard about his father's latest acquisition, but he hadn't had the chance to see the building yet. "That sounds amazing, Dad. I'd love to come with you. What's the story behind the purchase?"
Jack smiled, clearly excited to share the details. "We bought it from Lincoln Orlando Holdings after their previous tenant, Dynetech Corporation, filed for bankruptcy. The building's prime real estate, and we're going to turn it into the new nerve center for Nexum Core. It's a big move for the company, but I think it's the right one."
Sandro nodded thoughtfully. "A 31-story building, huh? That's a lot of space. Have you thought about how you're going to use it?"
Jack shrugged. "We're still figuring that out. The first few floors will be dedicated to office space for Nexum Core's operations, but there's also the residential part that we haven't fully decided on yet."
Sandro thought for a moment. "What if you used the residential floors as an incentive for your employees? The ones who make the biggest contributions to the company could earn a residence in the building as a reward. It would be a huge motivator for top talent."
Jack's eyes lit up at the idea. "That's actually a really smart suggestion. It could help with employee retention, too. People would want to stick around if they had the chance to live in a luxury building like that."
Sandro smiled, glad that his father liked the idea. "Yeah, exactly. It could be a great way to reward loyalty and hard work. Plus, it adds a personal touch—it's not just about the paycheck, but about investing in their quality of life."
Jack nodded, clearly impressed. "I'll definitely run it by the board. It's something we could implement over time, once we've fully moved into the building."
As they continued talking, the conversation drifted toward other business ventures, including the music industry—a subject that had been on Sandro's mind for a while. "Dad, I've been thinking about something else, too. Have you looked into the music industry lately?"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Not really. Why do you ask?"
"Well," Sandro began, "I've been following some trends, and I think there's a real opportunity for investment. The industry is evolving, kind of like social media. Platforms like Spotify are changing the way people consume music, but there's more that can be done—especially with how artists engage with their fans. I've been thinking about some potential partnerships with record labels or agencies that could benefit from a fresh perspective."
Jack's curiosity was clearly piqued. "Go on."
"I'm talking about a platform that not only hosts music but allows fans to engage directly with artists—like live Q&A sessions, virtual meet-and-greets, or even interactive concerts. It's all about building a deeper connection between artists and their fans, similar to how wrestlers engage with audiences outside the ring. Fans want that connection, and artists want to monetize it."
Jack nodded slowly, considering the possibilities. "That sounds like it could be huge. You're basically combining the direct engagement model from wrestling with the music world. Have you done any research into this?"
"A little," Sandro admitted. "But I think it's something that could be worth looking into with your investment team. We could also explore investing in streaming platforms like Spotify, or even partnering with some labels or agencies that are looking to innovate."
Jack leaned back in his chair, clearly impressed by Sandro's ideas. "I like where your head's at. Music is a massive industry, and if you can find a way to tap into that kind of fan engagement, it could be a game-changer. Let's bring in my investment team and see if we can flesh out these ideas. Who knows? Nexum Core might be expanding into the music business sooner than we think."
Sandro smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. It wasn't just the wrestling world that interested him anymore—there were so many opportunities in other industries, and he felt like he was finally in a place to start exploring them. Having his father's support only made the prospect more exciting.
The next morning, Sandro and Jack climbed into Jack's Rolls Royce and headed toward the Nexum Core headquarters. As they drove, Sandro found himself reflecting on how much his life had changed in recent years.
As they pulled up to the towering building overlooking Lake Eola, Sandro couldn't help but be impressed. The sleek, modern design of the building stood out against the Orlando skyline, its glass exterior reflecting the lake and surrounding cityscape.
Inside, the building was just as impressive, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering stunning views and state-of-the-art facilities that would soon house Nexum Core's operations.
Sandro followed his father through the various floors, taking in the expansive office spaces and imagining the potential the building held. When they reached the residential floors, Jack turned to Sandro with a thoughtful expression.
"You know, your idea about rewarding top employees with a residence here—it could really work. It's not just about keeping people around; it's about creating a sense of community. I think we could turn this building into something special."
Sandro nodded, feeling a sense of pride in his contribution. "I think so, too. It's a way to show people that they're valued—not just as employees, but as part of the bigger picture."
As they stood together, looking out over the city from the top floor, Sandro felt a deep sense of connection to his family, to the future, and to the endless possibilities that lay ahead. There were still challenges to face, but with his father by his side, and with his own growing confidence in his ideas, he knew he was ready for whatever came next.
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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