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On the booth, Stephanie, Hunter, Steve, and Dusty all standing now, eyes locked on the ring. Dusty grinned ear to ear. "That's my boys right there. That's the future of this damn business." Both men slowly stirred on the mat, crawling toward opposite corners, the match far from over, but already legendary in the making.
The crowd inside the FCW Arena was at a fever pitch, the air thick with adrenaline and disbelief. Both men were down, Sandro and Nic, sweat pouring, chests heaving, the echoes of their double clothesline still ringing through the building.
The referee's count reached four before Sandro rolled to his side, clutching his ribs, glaring toward Nic with that familiar mixture of hate and hunger.
Dusty was leaning forward on the table, both hands gripping the edge like a man watching history unfold. "That's it, baby… this right here's the soul of the business. Ain't nothin' manufactured about this."
Triple H exhaled sharply, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "They're killing it. This isn't developmental anymore. This is it."
Stephanie's eyes darted between the ring and the monitor. "Nic's resilience is insane. I didn't realize how good he's gotten."
Steve smirked, his tone gravelly and impressed. "Yeah, that kid's got fire, Steph. You can't teach that. He's takin' an ass whoopin' and keepin' on swingin'."
Inside the ring, both men started stirring again, the crowd roaring in rhythm as they rose to their knees. Sandro's face twisted into a sneer.
He swung first, a right hand that snapped Nic's head to the side. Nic fired back with one of his own. Then another. Back and forth they went, the crowd "YEAH!"ing for Nic's punches and "BOO!"ing every one of Sandro's.
They finally rose to their feet mid swing, fists flying, the intensity escalating until Sandro cut him off with a knee to the gut. He hooked Nic's head and snapped him down with a brutal snap suplex, but instead of going for the pin, Sandro floated over and transitioned into a grounded headlock, grinding his forearm across Nic's face.
"Come on, ref!" Nic groaned, trying to shove the forearm away. Sandro only pressed harder, smirking at the ref's count before finally releasing at four.
"That's the kind of bastard he is," Steve muttered, half grinning. "Knows exactly when to stop. Pushin' that damn line."
Sandro yanked Nic to his feet by the hair, drawing a warning from the ref he ignored, and whipped him into the corner. Nic hit hard, his back arching. Sandro charged in but Nic got a boot up, catching him flush in the jaw.
The crowd roared again as Sandro stumbled back. Nic sprang to the second rope and launched himself off, hitting a beautiful flying clothesline that sent Sandro crashing to the mat!
Both men lay there again, exhausted, but the crowd was losing their minds, stomping, clapping, screaming. Nic crawled toward Sandro, draping an arm across his chest.
"ONE!... TWO!..."
Sandro kicked out, barely.
Dusty clapped his hands once, his grin wide. "That's it, Nicky! Keep swingin', baby!"
Stephanie blinked and turned to him. "Wait, Nicky? Did you just say Nicky?"
Dusty chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, baby, that's Nicky from the Spirit Squad. Used to dance his way down the ramp years ago. Look at him now, ain't no comedy act no more."
Triple H's eyebrows shot up. "Holy hell… that's him? I didn't even recognize him."
Stephanie leaned back, stunned. "He's… incredible now. Completely different."
Dusty nodded slowly, pride in his tone. "That's what happens when a man finds his identity, darlin'. That boy reinvented himself. Found his fight."
Back in the ring, Nic pulled himself to his feet, signaling to the crowd. They responded instantly, chanting his name. Sandro, meanwhile, was crawling toward the ropes, trying to get up.
Nic grabbed his wrist, trying to pull him in for a ripcord maneuver, but Sandro reversed it, yanking Nic toward him and catching him with a sharp elbow right across the cheekbone. Nic staggered. Sandro hit another. Then another. Each strike carried venom, frustration boiling to the surface.
He grabbed Nic by the wrist again, whipped him hard into the ropes, and caught him with a spinning back kick to the gut. Without hesitation, he hooked the head and dropped Nic with a sickening implant DDT.
He covered.
1… 2… KICK OUT AGAIN!
Sandro sat up, eyes wide, disbelief turning into rage. He slammed his fists on the mat, barking at the referee again. "Count faster, damn it! COUNT FASTER!"
The ref shook his head, holding up two fingers.
Sandro stood, pacing like a caged animal, before leaning down and grabbing Nic's hair again. "You don't belong in the same ring as me!" he spat. Then, in a flash of anger, he raked his nails across Nic's eyes behind the ref's back.
The crowd booed thunderously. Nic staggered, blinded, clutching at his face.
Triple H smiled at that, while his finger on his jaw. "He's going dirty now."
Steve snorted. "He always does when he can't close the deal. That's when the mask slips."
Sandro, now fully embracing the boos, smirked at the crowd and kicked Nic's knee out from under him, sending him down to a knee. Then, with sadistic precision, he ran the ropes and delivered a shining wizard right to the side of Nic's head. The crack echoed through the arena.
Nic fell back, motionless for a second, and the crowd gasped. Sandro hooked the leg.
1… 2… NO!
Nic kicked out again, his shoulder barely lifting.
Sandro sat back on his knees, shaking his head, muttering to himself. He looked lost for just a second, then angry again.
He stood and dragged Nic to his feet, shouting, "STAY DOWN!" He whipped him into the ropes again, looking for another high knee, but Nic ducked! He rebounded off the other side and hit Sandro with a sudden Fameasser!
The crowd erupted!
Nic crawled to cover, screaming in effort.
1… 2… Sandro kicked out!
Nic pushed up, teeth gritted, every ounce of energy burning through him. Sandro crawled toward the ropes again, trying to create space. Nic stalked him now, the momentum had shifted.
He grabbed Sandro by the arm and spun him around, lighting him up with a flurry of right hands, then whipped him across the ring. Sandro reversed, Nic hit the corner, Sandro charged in, but Nic leapt up, flipping over him, landing behind!
Sandro turned and ZIG ZAG!
The entire building exploded!
Nic hooked the leg with everything he had!
"ONE!... TWO!... THR... NO!"
Sandro kicked out by an inch!
The arena was shaking now. People were on their feet, screaming, stomping, waving signs.
Sandro rolled to the outside, collapsing near the barricade. The referee started counting again, but Nic didn't care, he followed him, rolling under the ropes, grabbing Sandro by the arm.
Sandro, ever the opportunist, suddenly grabbed Nic by the trunks and yanked him face first into the steel steps. The thud was sickening.
The boos rained down instantly.
Sandro leaned against the steps, breathing hard, eyes dark. He grabbed Nic's head again and slammed it into the steel one more time, then rolled him back into the ring.
The ref scolded him, but Sandro ignored it, sliding in and stalking his prey. He crouched low in the corner, eyes locked, jaw tight.
Nic was stirring, barely. Sandro rushed forward, BAM! Knee strike right to the jaw!
Nic fell limp again. Sandro dropped down for the cover.
1… 2… NO!
He kicked out again! The arena was pure chaos.
Sandro screamed, actually screamed, slamming both fists on the mat before standing and shoving the referee in anger. The ref shouted back, warning him not to touch him again.
Triple H crossed his arms, nodding slowly. "He's showing a perfect way a heel was losing it. How his character can't believe Nic's still standing."
Dusty's grin widened. "That's the talent in him. That's what makes him special."
Nic was pulling himself up by the ropes, wobbling, but defiant. Sandro turned, snarling, grabbed him by the hair again, but Nic shot up with a desperation headbutt!
Sandro staggered back. Nic fired a forearm. Sandro answered. Another. Both men were running on fumes, throwing bombs with whatever strength they had left.
Then Nic ducked under one, hooked Sandro from behind — GERMAN SUPLEX!
He kept the bridge!
1… 2… NO!
Sandro kicked out!
Nic rolled over, gasping, clutching his ribs. Sandro lay flat on his back, staring up at the lights. The crowd began chanting again:
"F-C-W! F-C-W! F-C-W!"
Both men crawled toward opposite corners. The camera caught close ups, Sandro's sneer returning, blood trickling from his lip, Nic's determination blazing through the pain.
They got to their feet at the same time, both turning toward the center.
Sandro threw the first strike. Nic blocked it and fired back with one of his own. Then another. Sandro went for a clothesline, Nic ducked under, hit the ropes but Sandro caught him mid stride and drilled him with a powerslam!
Sandro didn't go for the pin. Instead, he rolled Nic over, locked in a crossface!
The crowd gasped. Nic screamed, clawing at the mat.
Nic stretched, reaching for the ropes, fingertips away. Sandro cranked harder, yelling, "TAP OUT!"
Nic finally made one last push, his fingertips brushing the bottom rope and he got it!
The ref broke the hold, shouting at Sandro to release. Sandro refused for an extra second, milking the count again before letting go, raising his hands innocently.
The boos were deafening.
Nic rolled to his side, clutching his neck. Sandro leaned against the ropes, breathing heavily, eyes wild.
Stephanie's voice broke through. "He's breaking every rule he can, and the crowd still hates him for it. He's such a damn good heel."
Steve chuckled. "Yeah, he's got that snake energy. You wanna kill him, but you can't take your eyes off him."
Nic started rising again, using the ropes. Sandro ran forward, looking for another knee strike, but Nic sidestepped! Sandro's knee hit the turnbuckle! He screamed in pain, stumbling back. Nic grabbed him from behind and hit a REVERSE SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
The crowd gasped, then exploded again!
Sandro collapsed forward, completely stunned. Nic crawled over, spent, every movement desperate. He draped an arm over Sandro's chest.
1… 2… KICK OUT!
The ref's hand was a hair from three, but Sandro somehow got the shoulder up.
The audience was losing its mind. Dusty was standing now, applauding. "That's it, baby. That's storytelling! That's wrestling!"
Triple H nodded slowly, arms crossed but eyes locked on the ring. "He's got it. Both of them do. This is star making."
Stephanie leaned on the desk, breathless. "I can't believe this is FCW house show. They're wrestling like they're headlining Mania."
Steve just grinned. "That's what makes ya remember why ya love this damn business."
Back in the ring, both men were crawling toward each other, every limb trembling, every breath visible. The crowd was chanting both names now, half for Nic, half for Sandro.
They met in the center again. Nic swung first. Sandro answered. Over and over, until Sandro ducked low and hit a low blow, behind the ref's back!
The arena erupted in pure fury!
Sandro grinned wickedly, catching Nic as he doubled over, lifting him up into the air.
He wants to hit Nic with a tombstone pile driver.
He spun him around, but Nic countered mid motion! He slipped behind, rolled Sandro into a pinning combination!
1… 2… NO!
Sandro kicked out, popped up, and leveled Nic with a rolling elbow!
Both collapsed again, flat on the mat.
The referee didn't even start the count, the crowd's roar was too overwhelming. Every fan was on their feet, clapping, stomping, screaming for both men.
Dusty leaned back, laughing in pure pride. "This right here's what keeps the business alive, baby. That fight, that hunger. They're puttin' it all out there."
Triple H nodded slowly. "Yeah… this is it. This is what Vince wanted to see."
Stephanie placed a hand on his arm, smiling through the tension. "And now everyone's seeing it."
Back inside the ring, Sandro stirred first, dragging himself up the ropes, glaring down at Nic, who was barely moving. He limped toward him, muttering, "Stay down. Just… stay down." Nic's hand pressed into the mat. He shook his head slowly, rising to one knee, staring Sandro in the eyes through the sweat and pain. And then he smirked. The crowd lost it.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 20 (2010)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida, USA
Brand: WWE - RAW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Styles
Faction: The Undisputed System
Championships History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion, 1x TNA X Division Champion, & 1x WWE United States Champion
Other Achievements: 1x Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royale Winner
Wrestlemania Record: 1 - 0