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Vince nodded, his sharp eyes flicking to the monitor again. "Sandro. That kid's got something. He's still green in this industry, but there's massive potential there. And that Tyler… he knows how to generate heat by placing the challenge just after the match. The whole angle with Moxley was well-executed."
Stephanie smiled. "The crowd ate it up. And you should've heard the buzz on Twitter and the FCW official forum. People are already fantasy booking War Games matches for FCW in the future and even WWE's main roster."
Vince's eyes narrowed slightly, a telltale sign that he was deep in thought. "That's what I wanted to discuss. War Games. It's a concept with history, and now that it's been successful FCW, do you think it has a place on the main roster?"
Triple H didn't hesitate. "Absolutely. It's got the spectacle, the drama, and the stakes. People love it because it's not just a match, it's an event. But it has to be done right. You need the right story, the right talent, and the right buildup."
Vince steepled his fingers, nodding slowly. "And you think we have the kind of talent to do that?" Stephanie and Triple H exchanged a confident glance before turning their attention back to Vince.
"Of course we have the talent," Stephanie began, her voice firm and assured. "What we need is a story that not only captivates the fans but also makes them feel like they're part of something bigger. Something memorable and believable. That's what War Games did tonight for FCW. The crowd didn't just watch it, they lived it."
Triple H nodded in agreement. "The story's the backbone, Vince. You get the right factions, real stakes, and the build-up to justify the brutality of the match, and you've got a marquee event. Survivor Series has been crying out for something like this. It's overdue."
Vince leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. He wasn't a man to show his cards easily, but it was clear he was mulling over their words. Despite his outward composure, inwardly, Vince couldn't help but be surprised.
He had initially dismissed War Games as a nostalgic concept, something better left to the annals of wrestling history. But seeing the crowd's reaction, the storytelling, and the buzz online had shifted his perspective. There was something undeniably special about the spectacle FCW had pulled off tonight. And Vince McMahon was not a man to let a golden opportunity slip through his fingers.
Stephanie, sensing the momentary silence, reached for her iPhone. With a few quick taps, she opened Twitter and the FCW official forum. Turning the screen toward her father, she showed him the flood of enthusiastic posts, hashtags, and fan theories lighting up the digital space.
"Look at this," she said, scrolling through a stream of tweets. 'Best War Games match ever,' 'Sandro and Kofi stole the show,' 'FCW just proved they're the future of wrestling.' The buzz is insane, Dad. The fans are hooked, not just on the match but on the storytelling behind it. They're already speculating about next year's War Games."
Triple H leaned in, pointing at one particular forum post. "Look at this one. 'Imagine if War Games made it to WrestleMania. Can you picture the likes of John Cena, Batista, Edge, Chris Jericho, and many more leading their own faction or part of one into a double cage match?' The fans aren't just watching, Vince. They're investing. They're fantasy booking because they care about the product."
Vince squinted at the screen, his mind racing. The McMahon patriarch was no stranger to the power of fan engagement. He knew better than anyone that when the fans cared, the business thrived. And here they were, presenting him with proof that War Games wasn't just a gimmick, it was a phenomenon.
"The name," Vince said finally, his voice thoughtful. "War Games. It's powerful. It's evocative. If we're going to do this, we need to own it. Patent it. Make it a WWE brand. Competitors will try to imitate it, but if we control the name, they'll never have the same impact."
Stephanie nodded, already ahead of him. "We'll work with legal first thing tomorrow. But beyond the name, we need to make sure it's not just a one-off. If we bring War Games to the main roster, it has to be an annual event. Something fans look forward to, like the Royal Rumble or Money in the Bank. We can't dilute its value by overusing it, though. It has to remain special."
Triple H added, "And it's not just about the match. The buildup is what makes War Games unique. Look at tonight. Sandro's deal with Moxley and Tyler, the tension that Tyler has created, the stakes for Dragon Boom next week after their brutal match tonight, it all built to that explosive finale. That's what we'd need on the main roster. Real, emotional storytelling."
Vince's lips curled into a slight smile. "You've both thought this through."
"We have," Stephanie replied confidently. "And we're ready to take it to the next level."
For a moment, Vince said nothing, his gaze drifting back to the monitor where highlights of the FCW War Games match were still playing. Sandro, bloodied but triumphant, stood atop the turnbuckle, his arms raised in victory. The crowd's deafening cheers echoed through the speakers, a testament to the power of the moment.
Finally, Vince spoke. "Let's do it." Stephanie and Triple H exchanged a triumphant look, but Vince wasn't finished.
"But," he continued, "if we're going to bring War Games to the main roster, it has to be bigger than anything FCW has done. No disrespect to what you've accomplished tonight," he added, gesturing to the screen, "but this is the WWE. We set the standard. War Games needs to be an event people talk about for years to come."
Stephanie leaned forward, her mind already buzzing with ideas. "We can start by integrating it into Survivor Series. The pay-per-view already has a history of team-based matches. War Games would elevate it to a whole new level. The possibilities are endless with our talents here in WWE, of course, we need to discuss this with Dusty and possibly Sandro as well as he was the one who suggested the War Gems concept to be revitalized."
Triple H added, "I agree with Stephanie, and we can also continue to use FCW to test the waters. They've done War Games now and they could do it as well next year, while slowly we can tie it into the main roster. Let's build a story that spans both brands. Raw and SmackDown converging in one explosive match."
Vince nodded slowly, the gears in his mind turning. "All right. Let's start with whatever both of you had just said. We'll slowly adapt and position War Games as the centerpiece of our new pay per view in the future. But I want monthly updates from both of you."
Stephanie and Triple H rose from their seats, ready to get to work. But before they could leave, Vince held up a hand.
"One more thing," he said, his tone serious. "This Sandro kid. Keep an eye on him. He's got something. I don't know what it is yet, but it's there. Make sure FCW doesn't burn him out too quickly. If he's the future, we need to protect him."
Stephanie smiled. "Don't worry, Dad. Sandro's in good hands. Tonight was just the beginning."
As they left Vince's office, Stephanie and Triple H couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. FCW's success had not only proven the viability of War Games but also reignited Vince's passion for innovation, something that he had long lost and decided to stay conservative.
Now, the real work would begin. But for Stephanie, Triple H, and the team behind FCW, this was more than just a victory. It was a turning point, for the company, the talent, and the fans who made it all possible.
Backstage in Tampa, the energy was a mix of exhaustion, relief, and camaraderie. The medical team was busy patching up scratches, tending to bruises, and cleaning blood spots from a grueling War Games match that had left the crowd in awe.
Sandro sat shirtless on a medical table, his body marked with the battle scars of the night. A deep crimson stain on his forehead told the tale of the blood spot he had endured. Despite being unable to feel pain, one of the gifts from God he kept secret, he played his role convincingly, hissing and groaning as the medic cleaned his wound.
"Careful with that," Sandro muttered, flinching for effect as the antiseptic stung the open cut.
"Man, you're a natural," Moxley said from across the room, a smirk tugging at his lips despite the butterfly stitches being applied to his own forehead. "I swear, the way you sold that blood spot... had the crowd eating out of your hand. And that jump? Insane."
Sandro chuckled, wincing as he adjusted his position. "Well, I wasn't sure if it was genius or stupid until I landed. Pretty sure it leaned toward stupid halfway down."
The room erupted in laughter. Kofi, sitting nearby with an ice pack on his shoulder, grinned. "Stupid? Maybe. But you made it look damn good. That's what matters. They'll be replaying that spot for years."
Sheamus, who was nursing a nasty welt on his chest, chimed in. "Lad, you've got guts. I've been in this business for a while, and I can tell you, not many would have the balls to pull off a dive like that."
Taylor, with his arm wrapped in tape from a minor sprain, raised his hand. "Let's not forget the guy who took the brunt of that landing. Creed's gonna feel that for a week."
The group burst out laughing again as Creed, sitting with a grimace while a medic worked on his back, raised his middle finger in mock annoyance. "Yeah, thanks for that, Sandro. Next time, aim for someone softer. Like Joe."
Joe, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, smirked from his seat. "Sorry, Creed. I'm not in the business of being anyone's crash pad. But hey, credit where it's due. That main event was a masterpiece. Everyone played their part perfectly."
Stu, holding an ice pack to his ribs, nodded in agreement. "Every spot, every sequence... flawless. And Sandro, you were the glue tonight. You've got a bright future ahead of you, man."
Sandro's cheeks flushed slightly, but he waved off the praise with a modest smile. "Come on, it was a team effort. Everyone killed it out there. This match wouldn't have worked without all of us bringing our A-game."
At that moment, Steve, the head of FCW, and Dusty entered the room. The energy shifted as the veterans stepped in, their presence commanding respect yet radiating warmth. Steve clapped his hands together, grinning ear to ear.
"Alright, you maniacs," Steve began, "let me just say this: what you all did out there tonight was magic. Absolute magic. That crowd? They're going home talking about this match. Hell, they'll still be talking about it next year."
Dusty nodded, his voice a deep rumble of approval. "I've seen some War Games matches in my time, and this one... this one was special. Y'all told a story out there. You gave those people somethin' to believe in, somethin' to feel. And that's what this business is all about."
He turned to Sandro, his eyes twinkling with pride. "Sandro, baby, that jump off the cage? That's gonna be a moment they talk about for decades. But it ain't just the jump. It's how you carried yourself, how you made every moment count. You've got somethin' special, son. Don't ever forget that."
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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