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Sandro took a seat on one of the benches, taking a moment to reflect on the night. It wasn't just another victory—it was the beginning of something bigger. He had helped bring Taylor into the spotlight, and there was a certain satisfaction in knowing that he had played a role in helping the younger talent rise. It reminded him of his own early days, when veterans had done the same for him. Now, the cycle was continuing.
Across the room, Taylor was still receiving words of encouragement and congratulations. Heath Slater had found a chair and was resting, his legs sprawled out in front of him as he gave Taylor a nod. "You earned that tonight. It wasn't easy keeping up with those two," Heath said, pointing over at Sandro and Kofi. "They'll make you work for it, but you hung in there."
Taylor laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Man, I thought I was done after that Trouble in Paradise. Kofi doesn't hold back."
Kofi overheard and grinned from where he stood, drinking water. "Hey, I told you—no mercy. But you gave as good as you got."
The room started to settle as the adrenaline from the match began to fade. As Sandro wrapped a towel around his shoulders, he saw Dusty and Steve talking in the hallway with a few other higher-ups. Their conversation looked serious but animated.
Sandro had no doubt that Taylor's performance tonight had sparked discussions about where he fit into future storylines. FCW was in a growth phase, and with rumors swirling about new talent like Tyler Black and Jon Moxley joining, there was a feeling of momentum in the air. Sandro could feel it—it was like they were on the verge of something big.
Later that night, after most of the crowd had dispersed and the locker room had started to empty, Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor sat down together in catering, unwinding with some food and drinks.
Taylor was still buzzing from the match, and it showed in the way he kept talking about the match, while his food was almost completely ignored by him.
"So," Taylor started, after taking a bite of some chicken on his plate after talking about the match, "what's next for you guys? I know you've got your eyes on the world title, Sandro."
Sandro leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Yeah, that's always the goal. But right now, I'm focused on making sure FCW stays on this upward trajectory and defending my tag team title. It's a good time to be here—things are changing, and we've got some major talent coming in. I'm just making sure I'm ready for whatever comes next."
Kofi nodded, adding, "And that includes making sure you're ready, too. You've got the tools, Taylor. Now it's about staying consistent, staying hungry."
Taylor looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled. "I'm ready. I've got a lot to learn, but I'm ready."
As they finished up their meal, Sandro's phone buzzed. It was a message from Windham, congratulating him on the match and thanking him for looking out for his brother. Sandro smiled as he read the text, responding with a quick, "Taylor earned it. Kid's got a bright future."
Windham's response was simple but meaningful: "Proud of him. Thanks for being there."
Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor soon parted ways for the night, each carrying with them the energy of the evening's success. Sandro drove home in silence, the hum of his car's engine offering him a moment of quiet reflection.
The night had gone exactly as planned—Taylor had proven himself, the crowd had been engaged, and Sandro felt a deep satisfaction knowing that he was playing a pivotal role in shaping FCW's future.
By the time he got home, the excitement of the night had worn off, and the weight of exhaustion hit him. Sandro showered quickly and collapsed into bed, allowing sleep to take over almost instantly.
The next morning, Sandro was jolted awake by the buzz of his phone vibrating on the nightstand. He reached for it groggily, eyes squinting at the screen. It was Dusty Rhodes calling.
Sandro glanced at the clock—it wasn't even 8 a.m. yet. Dusty was an early riser, always up with the sun, and Sandro had come to expect these early-morning calls whenever there was something important to discuss.
"Dusty, good morning," Sandro answered, trying to shake off the sleep from his voice.
"Mornin', Sandro," Dusty replied, his voice warm but with an air of urgency. "Sorry to call so early, but Steve and I need to talk to you. Think you can swing by the office in about an hour? We've got some new signings to discuss, and your input is going to be important."
Sandro sat up in bed, now fully awake. His mind raced to the conversations they'd had in recent weeks about expanding FCW's roster, and bringing in fresh talent to revitalize the brand.
The two names, Tyler Black and Jon Moxley, he had suggested were wrestlers he had known from his past life and now was in the indie scene, guys he knew had the potential to make a very big impact in FCW.
"Absolutely," Sandro said, throwing the covers off. "I'll be there."
"Good deal," Dusty replied. "See you soon, kid."
The call ended, and Sandro swung his legs over the side of the bed, already running through his morning routine in his head. A quick shower, some clean clothes, and he was out the door within twenty minutes, car keys in hand.
As he drove toward FCW Headquarters, the early-morning light streaming through his windshield, Sandro's thoughts turned to the future of FCW. Dusty and Steve had been adamant about the need to bring in new faces, and Sandro knew that this new wave of signings could change the landscape of the company for years to come.
When Sandro arrived at FCW Headquarters, the familiar sight of the building's exterior brought a sense of pride and purpose. This place had become a second home to him, a sanctuary where he could channel his passion for wrestling and help build something bigger than himself. He parked his car and made his way inside, heading straight for Dusty's office.
When he reached the door, he knocked twice and heard Dusty's booming voice tell him to come in. Sandro opened the door and stepped inside, finding Dusty seated behind his desk with Steve standing nearby, arms crossed as usual, a serious look on his face. Dusty, always the warm presence in the room, greeted Sandro with a smile.
"There he is," Dusty said, motioning for Sandro to take a seat. "Glad you could make it."
Sandro sat down, nodding to Steve, who gave him a brief nod in return.
"Thanks for calling me in," Sandro said, leaning forward slightly. "I'm guessing this is about the new signings?"
Dusty's smile widened. "You guessed it. We've been talkin' a lot about the future, especially with how last night went. We're in a good place, but we've gotta keep our momentum. Now, you've been in this business a while, and you know how important it is to have the right mix of talent. Some of the names you threw out there—well, we're thinkin' about bringin' them in."
Steve, always more reserved in his approach, chimed in. "We've been in touch with a few of them already. Guys like Tyler Black and Jon Moxley—two talents you recommended to us. But we want to make sure that when they come in, they have the right people around them. That's where you come in."
Sandro nodded, understanding immediately. Tyler and Jon were both incredibly talented, but they were also strong personalities who would need guidance as they navigated the transition to FCW's unique environment, and he had no doubt they could become major players in FCW if handled correctly.
"You are the one who recommended them to us," Dusty continued. "We're thinkin' of pairin' them up in some way with you—not necessarily as a team, but more like you bein' the one to help them settle in, make sure they don't get lost in the shuffle here in FCW."
Sandro considered the idea for a moment. Working with Tyler and Jon would be a challenge, but it was one he was willing to take on, especially with two people who were world champion material in WWE in the future.
"I think that could work," Sandro said, his mind already running through possibilities. "Tyler and Jon have different styles, but they both bring something unique to the table. If we can channel that energy in the right direction, they could take this place by storm."
Steve nodded, his expression softening slightly. "That's what we're hoping for. But it's going to take time to integrate them into the roster. We're not rushing this, but we want to make sure we do it right."
Dusty leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "I knew you'd be on board. Now, we've got a few other names we're lookin' at—guys who might not be as high profile but have a lot of potential. We want your thoughts on them too."
Sandro perked up. He had always prided himself on having an eye for talent, especially those who might not immediately stand out but had the drive and passion to succeed. Dusty slid a folder across the desk toward him, filled with profiles of up-and-coming wrestlers from various promotions around the country.
Sandro flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning the names and faces. He stopped on a few profiles that immediately jumped out at him—Samoa Joe, James Storm, Robert Roode, and Eric Young. All four were currently contracted by Total Nonstop Action Wrestling (TNA), but Sandro knew the landscape of wrestling contracts could be flexible.
If Dusty and Steve could work out the right deals, it was possible for these TNA stars to appear in FCW, even if it was on a part-time basis or through some kind of talent exchange agreement.
Samoa Joe, in particular, immediately caught Sandro's attention as he remembered him from his past life. Joe had been a dominant force in TNA, known for his aggressive style, technical proficiency, and unmatched intensity in the ring.
From his past memory, he knew firsthand that Joe was the kind of wrestler who could elevate anyone he stepped into the ring with. If FCW could secure Joe for a handful of appearances, it would send a strong message to the wrestling world that they were serious about competing on a larger scale.
"Samoa Joe," Sandro said, tapping the profile with his finger. "This guy is a beast. He's one of the most versatile wrestlers I've ever seen. If we can bring him in, even on a limited basis, he could really make an impact here."
Dusty nodded, his face serious. "We've been thinkin' the same thing. Joe's tied up with TNA right now, but I've had some conversations with his people. He's interested in branching out, maybe doing something different for a bit. We might be able to work something out with him—get him in for a special program or two."
Steve leaned forward, his arms still crossed but his tone thoughtful. "Joe's the kind of guy who doesn't need a lot of build-up. We bring him in, put him in a high-stakes match, and let him do what he does best. People know who he is, and the buzz will follow."
Sandro nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Joe doesn't need much hype. He's got a reputation that speaks for itself. If we book him right, he could be the spark that pushes FCW into the mainstream."
Dusty grinned, his eyes lighting up with the possibilities. "That's what I like to hear. Now, what about the other three—Storm, Roode, and Young? They're all solid workers, and we've had some interest from them about possibly doin' some work with us on the side."
Sandro flipped through the profiles again, this time pausing on James Storm. The cowboy persona had made Storm a standout in TNA, but beyond the character, Storm was a talented brawler and tag team specialist. He had a way of connecting with the crowd, especially as an everyman, beer-drinking, hard-hitting wrestler. Storm's experience in tag team wrestling, particularly with Robert Roode as part of Beer Money, Inc., made him an intriguing option for FCW's growing tag team division.
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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