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The bell rang, and the arena exploded as the announcer declared Taylor the winner. Sandro and Kofi rushed into the ring, embracing Taylor in celebration. He had done it. He had proven himself not only to his trainers but also to the fans and, most importantly, to himself. He had finally stepped out from the shadows of his family legacy and carved out a space that was entirely his own.
The crowd's roar of victory for Taylor still reverberated through the arena as he celebrated alongside Sandro and Kofi, both mentors beaming with pride. But amidst the cheers, a palpable shift crept through the audience as they caught sight of Creed on the outside, glaring at the trio in the ring.
Fans began to boo, their voices rising in intensity as Creed staggered to his feet, visibly seething with resentment. His pride wounded and ego bruised, he couldn't stand to see Taylor basking in his triumph while he was in the shadow being treated as a leftover due to the spotlight not being on him.
Creed slipped back into the ring with a sinister determination, his eyes locked on the trio who were oblivious to the crowd's warning cries. The fans desperately tried to alert Taylor, Sandro, and Kofi, but by the time they realized the sudden change in the tone of the fans, it was too late for the three of them.
With a vicious swiftness, Creed delivered a ruthless double low blow to Sandro and Kofi. The tag champions dropped to the mat, clutching at their wounds, gasps of pain escaping their lips. The crowd erupted in furious jeers, hurling insults at Creed as he looked down with a dark smirk of satisfaction.
Taylor spun around, his face darkening as he caught sight of Creed's smug expression, knowing that he was the culprit behind the sneak attack on Sandro and Kofi. Creed met his gaze, only to slide out of the ring before Taylor could react against him.
He backed up the ramp, his smirk widening into a mocking grin as he pointed to his temple, wordlessly taunting Taylor, claiming he was always one step ahead. Before Taylor could pursue him, Creed disappeared backstage, leaving Taylor to help his mentors back to their feet.
As Sandro and Kofi slowly steadied themselves, the three of them exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of pain, confusion, and frustration. Then at this time, the attention of the entire arena shifted as the titantron flickered to life, showing a live backstage feed.
Creed had just stormed into the backstage area, raging like a storm as he vented his frustration, shoving crates and knocking over equipment while everyone was trying to get out of his way.
His eyes blazed with fury, barely masking his humiliation. He didn't care who witnessed his tantrum; he was consumed by a need to release the fury of his loss and the shame of losing against Taylor.
Then, suddenly, a firm hand fell on Creed's shoulder, halting him mid-rant. The crowd let out a collective gasp, the tension thick in the air. Creed turned, his expression morphing from anger to panic, eyes widening with a flash of recognition as the camera panned back, revealing the towering figures of Drew and Stu, the infamous The Empire, and the bitter rivals of Dragon Boom, Sandro and Kofi.
The audience let out a chorus of loud boos, instantly understanding the weight of this encounter. Drew and Stu glowered at Creed, disappointment etched on their faces as they looked upon Creed.
Drew crossed his arms, his gaze hardening as he spoke with cold, measured words. "We expected better, Creed. After all that training, all those strategies, and you still managed to lose to Taylor?"
His tone was laced with disdain, each word calculated to cut deep. Stu shook his head, his lips curled in a sneer as he added, "We wasted our time. You were supposed to be a reflection of us, of The Empire. But you failed."
The fans, still watching in stunned silence, started to piece together the implications of what they were seeing. Creed, it seemed, hadn't been operating alone as he'd been working under the guidance of The Empire, Sandro and Kofi's bitter rivals all along.
The realization struck like lightning through the audience, adding a layer of intrigue to the already intense rivalry. In the ring, Taylor, Sandro, and Kofi stood transfixed, their expressions a blend of shock and anger.
This wasn't just a one-off grudge, because this was an orchestrated plan, a campaign to undermine Sandro and Kofi at every turn through Taylor's battles with Creed, where the three of them used the maximum of their kayfabe acting skills to make the fans believe what they saw.
Back on the titantron, Creed struggled to find his voice, looking up at Drew and Stu with a mix of guilt and defiance. "I'll get him next time. Taylor won't keep getting the best of me," he muttered, barely masking the frustration that simmered beneath his attempt at confidence.
Stu's lip curled, a flash of anger in his eyes. "You'd better. Because if you can't put Taylor down, then you're no use to us. We trained you to be better than this, to be ruthless, to make them fear you." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "Fail us again, and we'll show you exactly how disappointing you've been."
The threat hung in the air as Drew then gave Creed a dismissive shove, sending him stumbling back a step. The titantron cut to black, leaving the crowd and Taylor's group reeling from the revelations.
The implications of this newfound alliance between Creed and The Empire added a fresh twist to the narrative, and the fans began buzzing with excitement, speculation igniting among them about what this might mean for the future.
Acting as though they were still stunned by the revelation, Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor made their way down the ramp and backstage, the roar of the crowd fueling their every step. They maintained their serious expressions, though, behind the kayfabe facades, excitement simmered at the success of the segment.
The fans had bought into the story hook, line, and sinker, and the tension in the air was palpable. But as soon as they stepped through the curtain into the backstage area, the trio's serious faces broke into wide grins.
Waiting for them, Creed, Drew, and Stu stood with proud smiles, arms crossed and nodding approvingly. The group's shared looks of satisfaction immediately turned into high-fives, hearty pats on the back, and compliments all around.
The weight of the competitive rivalry they'd displayed melted away in the shared sense of accomplishment. This night marked one of their best performances, and it had gone off without a hitch. The camaraderie they shared as performers and friends shone through as they praised each other's commitment and seamless execution.
"Damn good work out there!" Drew said, pulling Sandro into a brief, friendly embrace. "You sold the revelation perfectly, mate."
"Couldn't have done it without you guys," Sandro replied, nodding at Creed and then turning to Stu. "The timing of that titantron cut? Nailed it."
As they exchanged praises, Dusty and Steve, the show's lead producers, strode over with approving looks, catching everyone's attention. Dusty's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he held up his hands for silence, waiting for a beat before speaking.
"That was gold, folks," he said, clapping his hands together. "The audience ate it up, and we couldn't have asked for a better crowd reaction. The way they were booing Creed, throwing in their disbelief at The Empire's involvement—it was everything we wanted and more."
The group of wrestlers nodded, listening intently as Steve picked up where Dusty left off. "Now, here's where things get interesting," he began. "Next Monday, we're going to keep this momentum going. We've got a promo segment scheduled, and it'll be big. Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor will address the fans first. They'll talk about tonight's ambush and denounce Creed for aligning with The Empire."
He gestured to Creed, who gave a little shrug, his usual laid-back grin on display now that he was out of character. "After that," Steve continued, "they'll call out Drew, Stu, and Creed to come to the ring. There'll be some heated words exchanged, and then—bam!—Drew initiates the attack on Sandro, setting off a full-scale brawl. The Empire and Creed will come out on top, leaving Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor on the mat."
The group huddled together, nodding as Dusty continued with the rundown. "The brawl segment is crucial," he said, locking eyes with each of them. "We want it to feel like pure chaos, but it needs to flow naturally. Drew and Stu, you'll lead the charge, and Taylor, you'll get the chance to really show your fighting spirit by holding your own against all three for a bit."
"Definitely," Taylor said, nodding with a determined smile. "I'll make sure the crowd knows I'm not backing down, even if I'm outnumbered."
With that, the group agreed to meet up in the training facility to work out the finer points. They each had ideas on how to structure the brawl to make it intense yet safe, ensuring every move looked impactful without crossing any lines that might lead to injury.
As the six wrestlers gathered in the training room the next day, the energy was buzzing with excitement. They began by mapping out the sequence for the promo segment.
Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor would stand united as a team, expressing their disappointment and anger at Creed's choice to align with Drew and Stu. The three worked out their lines, making sure each would have a chance to address the audience with their own unique take on Creed's alignment with The Empire.
"We should bring up all the moments we thought he was just someone who we thought walked in down a confused path," Kofi suggested, speaking passionately as he imagined how the crowd would react. "Make it sound like we were genuinely hurt and blindsided by this."
Sandro nodded, adding, "I think I'll emphasize how The Empire has been our biggest rival and how Creed allying with them feels like the ultimate insult."
Once their side of the promo was in place, Drew, Stu, and Creed took turns testing out their responses. They crafted lines that dripped with disdain and condescension, portraying The Empire as a faction who felt Creed had the potential to be like them—ruthless and dominant—but who would now only tolerate him as long as he upheld their image.
Creed's tone was especially important, balancing his resentment toward Taylor with his gratitude for The Empire's mentorship, showing that the choice he had made felt both personal and strategic.
"I'll throw in something about how I needed allies who actually understood what it takes to be at the top," Creed said, practicing his lines with a bitter edge. "Something like, 'I've outgrown doing the right way. I need partners who know how to win by any means necessary.'"
The rest of the group nodded approvingly, and after some additional fine-tuning, they felt confident in the narrative they were building. Once the dialogue was down, they moved on to the brawl choreography.
Stu, being the leader of The Empire, took charge of this part, outlining how they'd build the tension before the chaos erupted. "We'll start slow, with Drew taking a swing at Sandro. That's the signal. After that, everyone joins in, but keep it looking wild. We'll pair off in brief matchups—Drew and Sandro, Kofi and me, and then Taylor versus Creed. We'll switch it up partway through to keep the energy high."
They practiced each segment of the brawl, honing their timing and adjusting small details. Drew and Sandro exchanged some hard-hitting but safe moves, throwing each other into the ropes and working in a series of reversals.
Stu and Kofi added their own power moves, while Taylor and Creed choreographed their own exchange to keep the intensity boiling. When they felt satisfied, they took a break to go over the whole sequence in their minds. Each of them was on the same page, confident in the performance they'd deliver next Monday.
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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