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Kofi beside Sandro was excited and talked how he couldn't wait to watch the show, while Sandro felt a particular excitement and tension at seeing the opening match: Taylor vs. Creed. Dusty and Steve were strategically building up a storyline between Taylor's faction, The Empire, and the new arrivals, starting with Creed as Taylor's first rival. Sandro understood the importance of this match; it was more than just a bout, it was the beginning of a kayfabe rivalry that would set the stage for FCW's most ambitious storyline.
Kofi, who shared Sandro's excitement, glanced at him who was looking at the opener match card. "Man, I can't wait to watch this unfold," he said, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. "Creed is going to bring it, and I know Taylor's been waiting for this match. He's been in the game longer, but Creed's got that hunger and their match would be awesome."
Sandro nodded, focusing on the match ahead. He knew that Creed, despite his newcomer status in FCW, was already creating waves outside of FCW and had numerous experiences. As for Taylor, even though the had less experience than Creed, he got that calculated aggression which would even up the odds for him.
The lights dimmed, and the opening bell rang, signaling the start of the show. Taylor's theme music blasted through the speakers, and he strode out with a determined look. As the crowd roared, he soaked in the atmosphere, exuding confidence as he made his way to the ring.
Creed entered next with his entrance music glaring accompanying him, greeted by cheers as he embraced the crowd's energy who didn't expect to see him here in FCW, his excitement tempered by determination.
As soon as he stepped into the ring, his eyes met Taylor's, a silent understanding passing between them as they were about to lay the groundwork for a feud that would define the next phase of their careers.
The match began, and both men exploded into action, each move precise, each strike calculated to showcase their skills. Taylor's aggression met Creed's agility, with each trying to one-up the other, both physically and mentally.
Sandro watched intently from backstage, studying their moves and listening to the crowd's reactions. Each near-fall brought the audience closer to the edge of their seats, and the cheers grew louder with every counter and reversal.
In a key moment, Creed attempted a high-risk maneuver, climbing the turnbuckle to execute a missile dropkick. But Taylor, showing his in ring instinct, sidestepped at the last second, sending Creed crashing to the mat.
The impact silenced the crowd momentarily before they erupted, fully invested in the drama unfolding before them. Taylor went for a submission hold, locking Creed in a modified sleeper that showcased his technical prowess and ability to control a match.
But Creed fought back, drawing on every ounce of resilience, his face twisted in determination as he clawed his way to the ropes, forcing Taylor to break the hold. The crowd was on its feet as Creed retaliated with a surge of energy, driving Taylor back with a series of powerful strikes that culminated in a fisherman suplex, drawing an enormous reaction from the fans.
As the match neared its climax, Taylor managed to land his finisher, Double Underhook DDT, securing the victory for him as the referee counted to three. But as he raised his hand in triumph, Creed shot him a fierce, defiant look—a look that caused the fans to knew that this was far from over.
Backstage, Dusty turned to Steve with a nod of approval. "That's what I'm talkin' about," he said, satisfaction evident in his tone. "They're telling a story out there—one the fans are already buying into."
Sandro felt a surge of pride watching his friends in the ring. He knew that matches like these would create unforgettable rivalries, setting a high bar for everyone involved in the storyline.
As Creed returned backstage, Sandro and Kofi greeted him with claps on the shoulder, congratulating him on an impressive debut despite the loss. Creed, still catching his breath, gave a weary grin. "Taylor's tougher than I thought. But this is just the beginning," he promised.
The next matches proceeded with the same intensity. Samoa Joe faced off against Jake Hager, a bout marked by raw power and tenacity as both men fought tooth and nail. Showing the fans a battle between two heavyweights, and Joe wins the match in the end by executing his finished, the Coquina clutch, on Jake Hager causing him to tap out.
Eric Young's match against Nick Nemeth showed his experience and adaptability, and even though Young put up a great fight establishing himself as a lunch more serious version than in TNA, Nick picked up the win in the end with hitting his finisher, Zig Zag, on Young.
The highlight of the night for the new arrivals, though, was the tag team match featuring Tyler and Moxley, against their opponents, The Puerto Rican Nightmares, who had much more experience and chemistry as a tag team.
But Tyler and Moxley rose to the challenge, showcasing their teamwork and resilience. The crowd was electrified as Moxley showcased his extreme and lunatic moveset while took a brutal beating before tagging in Tyler, who delivered a series of high-flying moves that left the audience cheering wildly. They ultimately won the match, marking a triumphant debut for the duo and solidifying their place in the FCW ranks.
All of this great debuts matches showcased further establishing the new arrivals as serious contenders. The crowd was visibly engaged, reacting to every match with enthusiasm.
As the night drew to a close, the main event took center stage, featuring Colt Cabana facing off against Sheamus for the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship. The two gave the audience a hard-hitting, high-stakes showdown, with Sheamus ultimately retaining his title.
Everyone in attendance was satisfied with the new arrivals that had left their mark. Each match had built upon the last, creating a show that was both satisfying for longtime fans and thrilling for those eager to see the future of FCW.
As the crowd filed out and the lights dimmed, Sandro, Kofi, and the rest of the roster gathered backstage, their adrenaline still high. Dusty approached the group with a wide grin, his eyes reflecting pride.
"Tonight was special," he said, his voice carrying a gravitas that silenced the room. "You all went out there and proved that this place has the heart and grit that make wrestling great. And believe me, this is only the beginning."
Steve stepped forward, nodding in agreement. "You've all got something unique, something raw. That's what's going to take FCW to new heights. You saw it tonight in the ring, you all felt that connection with the fans. That's what wrestling is all about, connecting with the fans and make them interested in what you're doing."
Everyone gives an applause after they heard Dusty and Steve's heartfelt words, and after that the FCW roster mingled, congratulating the newcomers on their stellar performances.
Sandro and Kofi took a moment to individually shake hands with Tyler, Moxley, Joe, Young, and Creed, each one beaming with satisfaction over their debut. After all, FCW's live show had been an undeniable success, with the fans leaving with unforgettable first impressions of the new arrivals.
As everyone began to wrap up, Sandro's thoughts drifted to the night ahead. Since he didn't have a match and didn't need to hit the locker room, he made his way straight to the parking lot.
Waiting beside his car were April and Nicole, looking excited as they spotted him. A warm smile spread across Sandro's face as he picked up his pace, reaching his two girlfriends with an eagerness that was fully mutual.
April and Nicole glanced around before they each ran toward him, both embracing him with affectionate hugs. Sandro wrapped his arms around them, squeezing each of them warmly before placing a gentle kiss on their foreheads.
Despite the busy past few days, filled with training, matches, and preparations for FCW's big show, Sandro was glad to finally relax with April and Nicole. Tonight was the long-awaited movie night that he'd had to postpone before.
As they piled into his car, Nicole gave an approving nod at Sandro's choice of location for their movie night. "Honestly, your apartment has the comfiest sofa and the biggest, clearest TV of the three of us, perks of being rich. This decision practically made itself," she teased, earning a grin from Sandro and a playful shrug from April.
The drive back was a cheerful one, filled with laughter and light-hearted conversation as they planned what movie to start with. Upon arriving at his apartment, April and Nicole immediately headed for the living room, where their DVD collection and Sandro's lined the shelves, giving them a massive selection to choose from.
Meanwhile, Sandro headed to the kitchen to grab the snacks he'd prepared earlier. He warmed up a variety of treats in the microwave: some cheesy nachos, loaded potato skins, mini sandwiches, and a generous serving of popcorn, which all staples of a proper movie night.
Satisfied with the assortment, he carried the plates to the living room, where April and Nicole had already created a cozy setup on the sofa with pillows and blankets draped over every available surface.
April held up two DVDs, looking at Sandro as he approached. "Alright, we've narrowed it down. It's either The Dark Knight or Jurassic Park. Nicole voted for dinosaurs; I voted for Batman. What's it gonna be, Sandro?"
Sandro chuckled, taking a moment to consider. "You know, I've always been a fan of Batman, but… we did watch a superhero movie on our last movie night before I postponed, so dinosaurs it is."
Nicole cheered as April rolled her eyes playfully, giving in. They all settled onto the couch, finding their spots under the blankets, with Sandro sandwiched comfortably between his girlfriends. As the iconic opening theme of Jurassic Park began, the trio fell silent, absorbed in the thrill of the movie.
Throughout the film, they exchanged reactions, laughing at each other's jump scares and occasionally poking fun at some of the over-the-top moments in the movie. April clutched Sandro's arm during a particularly suspenseful dinosaur scene, while Nicole joined in with her witty commentary, keeping them entertained both by the movie and by each other's company.
As the credits rolled, Sandro stretched, planning to clean up the scattered bowls and plates left over from their movie night. But as he tried to move his arms, he found both of them pinned down by April and Nicole, who had drifted off into peaceful slumber on either side of him.
He looked over at their faces, calm and content, and smiled at the unexpected sight. A quiet moment of gratitude settled over him; after all the busy, adrenaline-filled events at FCW, this quiet night with his girlfriends felt like the perfect way to unwind.
Gently, Sandro eased his arms free, being careful not to wake either of them. He carefully lifted April first,
carrying her in a princess hold. She shifted slightly but remained asleep as he brought her to the guest bedroom.
Setting her down on the bed, he leaned in to kiss her forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, April." She stirred briefly, but only to snuggle into the pillow, and Sandro couldn't help but feel a warm fondness as he let the door open behind him so that he could carry Nicole in.
Returning to the living room, he found Nicole still sleeping soundly. But as he slid one arm under her
knees and the other around her shoulders to lift her, she blinked awake, her eyes locking onto his. She looped her arms around his neck, glancing around and realizing April wasn't in sight. A playful glint appeared in her eyes as she began to tease him, tracing small circles on the back of his neck and whispering flirtatiously on his ear, while also blowing her hot breath.
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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