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Just as Sandro and the others shook their heads in staged disbelief, The Empire's theme music blared through the speakers. Drew, Stu, and Creed emerged, microphones in hand, striding down the ramp as the fans rained boos upon them. Sandro could see the intensity in their eyes as they entered the ring, coming face to face with Dragon's Boom.
Drew smirked, his tone condescending. "You really think calling us out like this would accomplish anything?" he sneered. "We're The Empire. We don't answer to you, or anyone else in this company. Creed made his choice because he wanted to be part of something that actually matters in this company."
Creed stepped forward, his face unrepentant. "You call it betrayal, Sandro? I call it self-preservation. Being nice and playing by the rules was holding me back, just like I defeated Taylor a couple of weeks ago without adhering to the rules. I want to be where the real power is," he said, locking eyes with Sandro, fueling the crowd's jeers.
Kofi shot back, his voice filled with conviction. "Power? Do you think joining The Empire gives you power? All it's done is show everyone what kind of man you really are Creed! A coward who took the easy way out doesn't want to put in the hard work."
The exchange grew fiercer, with both sides trading heated words as they built up the tension. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, hanging on every word as the promo battle turned personal, each jab cutting deeper than the last.
Drew rolled his eyes, finally acting as though he'd had enough. He glanced at Stu and Creed, signaling that it was time to end the conversation just like how they had planned it before, and right on cue, he swung his right hand at Sandro hitting him on the jaw.
In an instant, the ring erupted into chaos. Drew's punch at Sandro was the cue for an all-out brawl. The crowd exploded as the two teams clashed, fists flying, and chaos reigning in the ring.
Drew and Sandro grappled, exchanging powerful blows as they moved from one side of the ring to the other. Kofi squared off against Stu, while Taylor locked eyes with Creed. Each pairing brought its own intensity, adding layers to the storyline they were weaving right there in front of the fans.
The energy was electric as they switched partners, Kofi tangling with Creed, while Sandro and Stu locked horns. This choreography, though rehearsed, felt raw and spontaneous, making it seem as if control could shift at any moment. Fans were eating it up, every punch, every dodge, every expression of defiance between Dragon's Boom and The Empire fueling the sense of unpredictability in the ring.
The brawl intensified as chaos spilled both inside and outside the ring. Sandro and Drew were locked in a brutal struggle, fists flying as they brawled over the ropes and onto the ring apron. Kofi, not one to back down, smashed into Stu with a powerful clothesline that sent both men crashing into the barricade. Taylor and Creed were grappling fiercely on the mat, Taylor's face set in determined rage as he tried to bring Creed down.
The audience was on their feet, the roar of the crowd mixing with the sound of bodies colliding, grunts, and yells. Drew managed to get his hands on a steel chair from ringside and, with a wicked grin, swung it at Sandro, who barely managed to duck.
The chair hit the post with a loud clang, giving Sandro a brief moment to counter with a hard kick to Drew's gut. But Stu was quick to intervene, blindsiding Sandro with a kendo stick that snapped against his back, making the crowd wince in sympathy.
The weapons added an extra level of brutality to the fight. Steel chairs, kendo sticks, even the metal steps by the ring became instruments of destruction as each member of Dragon's Boom and The Empire unleashed a relentless onslaught on one another.
At one point, Taylor and Kofi found themselves back-to-back outside the ring, fending off both Creed and Stu in a desperate double-team scenario. The fans were going wild as Kofi swung a kendo stick like a baseball bat, connecting with Stu's shoulder and sending him sprawling.
Inside the ring, Sandro managed to regain his footing and laid into Drew with a series of punishing blows, each one met with cheers from the crowd. But the tide soon shifted again as Stu returned to the ring, steel chair in hand, smashing it across Sandro's back just as he was about to land another hit on Drew. The impact sent Sandro stumbling forward, his momentum halted as he dropped to one knee.
With Sandro and Kofi reeling from the brutal onslaught, Drew and Stu seized the opportunity to double-team the two of them, setting up for something massive. Drew motioned to the table outside the ring, a gleam of sadistic excitement in his eyes.
With coordinated precision, The Empire picked up Sandro and Kofi, positioning them side by side. In one synchronized motion, they lifted the two men high into the air before slamming them down onto the table with a devastating powerbomb. The table shattered under the force, splinters flying everywhere as Sandro and Kofi lay motionless in the debris.
The crowd erupted in shock, boos and cries of disbelief echoing through the arena. Sandro and Kofi were laid out, and it was clear they were out of commission. Drew and Stu looked down with satisfaction, their expressions smug as they surveyed the carnage they had caused.
In the ring, Taylor was now alone, his face etched with anger and defiance as he faced off with Creed. The two exchanged vicious blows, each punch landing with a resounding thud. Taylor's fists were flying, a whirlwind of aggression as he forced Creed back toward the ropes. But the moment Sandro and Kofi were driven through the table, Taylor's attention flickered, his eyes widening as he saw his friends laid out and helpless. That brief moment of distraction was all Creed needed.
With a quick, ruthless motion, Creed delivered a low blow to Taylor, kicking him hard in the lower area. The crowd erupted in boos, the fans outraged by the dirty move. Taylor crumpled to his knees, gasping in pain as Creed sneered down at him, reveling in his advantage. The jeers from the audience only seemed to fuel The Empire further as Drew and Stu reentered the ring, closing in on Taylor like predators cornering their prey.
The three members of The Empire began a coordinated assault on Taylor, raining down punches and kicks. Creed, Drew, and Stu took turns, each one delivering punishing blows to Taylor's head, back, and midsection, methodically breaking him down.
Taylor fought to protect himself, but the numbers were against him. With each blow, his resistance weakened until he was barely able to stand. The trio executed a brutal triple-team move, lifting Taylor high above their heads before slamming him down hard onto the mat with a big slam that left him motionless.
The Empire stood tall, each of them wearing expressions of smug satisfaction as they looked down at the battered bodies of Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor. The crowd was furious, booing loudly, and chanting in support of Dragon's Boom, but The Empire was unfazed, reveling in their dominance. Drew raised a mic to his mouth, his voice dripping with arrogance as he yelled over the chaos.
"This is just the beginning for Dragon's Boom and Taylor," he declared, a smirk twisting his lips. "You don't stand a chance against us. The Empire will always come out on top in the end."
He let the words hang in the air, the final punctuation on their brutal display of power. Then, with a dramatic flourish, he dropped the mic onto the mat, the sound echoing through the arena as he and his cohorts made their way out of the ring. They walked up the ramp, pausing to soak in the boos and jeers from the crowd, their hands raised in victory as they looked back one last time at the devastation they'd left behind.
As The Empire disappeared behind the curtain, FCW staff and medical personnel rushed to the ring, acting with urgency as they checked on Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor. The fans began chanting in support, rallying behind the fallen heroes, trying to give them the strength to rise. Slowly, with the help of the medical staff, Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor began to stir, each one visibly in pain as they struggled to get to their feet.
The crowd's cheers grew louder, filling the arena with encouragement and support for Dragon's Boom. Sandro, clutching his ribs, grimaced as he accepted the arm of a medic to help him stand.
Kofi, bruised and battered, managed a weak thumbs-up to the fans, his expression a mix of defiance and exhaustion. Taylor, still reeling from the low blow and beatdown, nodded to the crowd, his face set in determination despite the pain etched into every movement.
Together, Dragon's Boom slowly made their way up the ramp, each step a testament to their resilience. The crowd continued to cheer, showing their unwavering support for the trio as they disappeared behind the curtain, ready to regroup and plan their next move against The Empire.
In the backstage area, Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor loosened their grips on the medical staff, brushing off their help now that they were out of sight from the crowd.
Despite the chaos and the visible bruises, the three friends exchanged knowing looks as they straightened up, shrugging off the exaggerated pain they'd portrayed moments ago in front of thousands of fans. Each of them was still feeling the impact from the brutal exchange, but the pain was a far cry from the devastating agony they had showcased in the ring.
Sandro, in particular, was grateful for his unique gift – a rare blessing that dulled his sensitivity to physical pain. It was something he'd always kept hidden, something even Kofi and Taylor didn't fully understand, and he played it off by wincing just enough to keep up appearances.
The aches were real, of course, but he didn't feel the sharp sting of bruises like most people would, which allowed him to give a little more intensity in the ring. This "blessing," as he thought of it, had always been his secret weapon and a trait he guarded fiercely. It kept him grounded, his silent advantage as he pushed his body past limits most couldn't reach.
Just then, Dusty and Steve, appeared, flanked by Drew, Stu, and Creed, who were already grinning from ear to ear. Drew, his smug demeanor from the ring still lingering, was the first to speak, clapping Sandro on the shoulder with an approving nod.
"That was one for the books!" Drew said, his tone rich with admiration. "Sandro, Kofi, Taylor – you guys sold that like pros. The crowd was electric. You should've seen their faces when that table broke."
Sandro smirked, shaking off his in-character scowl. "Couldn't have done it without you guys setting it up," he replied, meeting Drew's eyes with a genuine smile. "The Empire really gave us something to work with out there."
Steve nodded as well, his face showing nothing but satisfaction. "We don't see brawls get that level of reaction too often. The weapons, the back-and-forth, the table spot – it had everything. But I want to make sure everyone felt comfortable with the pace we went with and see if there's anything we could refine next time."
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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