Becoming A Wrestler

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The bell rang, and Sandro and Creed were the first to square off. The crowd erupted as Sandro, the heart of Dragon Boom, locked up with Creed, The Empire's loudest voice. Creed, fueled by his disdain for Taylor and resentment toward Sandro and Kofi's success, tried to overpower Sandro early.

Creed managed to push Sandro into the corner, but the referee broke them apart. As Sandro stepped forward, Creed slapped him across the face, drawing loud boos from the crowd.

Sandro responded with a flurry of punches, forcing Creed into the ropes. Sandro whipped Creed across the ring and nailed him with a dropkick, sending him crashing to the mat.

Sandro quickly tagged in Kofi, and the tag team champs showcased their synergy. Kofi leaped over the top rope and delivered a springboard forearm to Creed. As Creed staggered, Kofi followed up with a spinning back kick to the midsection, then hit a running bulldog. Kofi covered Creed, but Stu rushed in to break up the pin at two.

Stu tagged in after Creed rolled out of the ring. The powerful leader of The Empire used his size advantage to ground Kofi, hitting a series of brutal body slams and a spinning powerslam. Stu taunted the crowd before dragging Kofi into their corner, tagging in Drew.

Drew worked methodically, targeting Kofi's legs with stomps and a vicious single-leg crab. Kofi writhed in pain, reaching desperately for his corner, but Drew dragged him back, cutting off the ring.

After enduring several minutes of punishment, Kofi managed to escape Drew's grip with an enzuigiri that left both men down. The crowd erupted as Kofi crawled toward his corner, stretching his arm out. Drew reached for Stu, but Kofi made the tag first.

Taylor exploded into the ring, the crowd roaring as he knocked Stu off the apron with a clothesline before turning his attention to Drew. Taylor delivered a series of stiff forearms, followed by a snap suplex that left Drew reeling. Creed tried to interfere, but Taylor countered with a spinning spinebuster that sent him rolling out of the ring.

The fans were firmly behind Taylor as he rallied, hitting Drew with a flying elbow from the top rope. He went for the pin, but Drew kicked out at two much to the disappointment of the crowd.

As Taylor continued to dominate, Stu re-entered the ring illegally, attacking Taylor from behind. This brought Sandro and Kofi into the fray, and all six men began brawling in the ring. The referee struggled to regain control as punches and kicks flew in every direction.

Sandro hit Drew with a sling blade, but Creed caught him with a running knee strike across his face. Kofi launched himself at Stu, taking him out with a springboard crossbody. The crowd was on their feet as the match devolved into chaos.

With the referee distracted, Creed grabbed a steel chair from the ringside. He slid it into the ring, but Taylor intercepted him, hitting a superkick that sent Creed tumbling out of the ring. However, Stu blindsided Taylor with a clothesline, taking him down hard.

Stu and Drew worked together to isolate Taylor, hitting him with a devastating double-team suplex. Drew went for the pin, but Sandro broke it up at the last second.

Sandro and Kofi rallied, cleaning house with their signature double-team maneuvers. Sandro hit Stu with a Dragon Twist Cutter, while Kofi nailed Drew with Trouble in Paradise. Creed attempted to spear Sandro, but Sandro countered with a Codebreaker. With the crowd fully behind them, Dragon Boom and Taylor regained control of the match.

The match seemed to tilt in favor of Taylor and Dragon Boom as they cornered Drew in the ring. Drew, isolated and outnumbered, was at the mercy of Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor. The three men surrounded him like wolves, and the crowd roared as they began a brutal beatdown.

Punches and kicks rained down on Drew, who could do little more than try to cover himself and weather the storm. Every strike drew deafening cheers from the fans, who relished seeing one of The Empire's enforcers get a taste of his own medicine.

The referee repeatedly tried to restore order, pleading with Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor to back off, but his attempts were futile. Drew, battered and dazed, struggled to his knees, only for Sandro to deliver a vicious running knee strike that sent him sprawling back to the mat.

The audience erupted as Taylor hoisted Drew onto his shoulders, setting him up for a devastating Death Valley Driver. Kofi climbed to the top rope, poised to deliver a diving double foot stomp to cap off the assault.

Before the move could connect, Stu and Creed stormed back into the ring, attacking Taylor, Sandro, and Kofi in a desperate bid to save Drew. The referee completely lost control as the match descended into utter chaos.

Stu tackled Taylor with a thunderous shoulder block, while Creed blindsided Sandro with a steel chair shot to the back. Kofi tried to fend them off but was met with a brutal clothesline from Stu that flipped him inside out.

The fans were on their feet, screaming as the brawl spiraled into anarchy. The referee had no choice but to call for the bell, signaling a no-contest. But neither team cared; this was no longer about winning—it was about survival.

The chaos spilled outside the ring. Creed, wielding his steel chair, swung wildly at anyone in his path, including Sandro, who narrowly dodged a potentially career-ending shot. Kofi retaliated with a dropkick that sent the chair flying out of Creed's hands. Meanwhile, Taylor and Stu exchanged heavy blows near the announcer's table, each strike echoing through the arena like a gunshot.

Drew, still reeling from the earlier beatdown, rolled out of the ring to recover but was met by Sandro, who launched himself over the top rope with a suicide dive, taking Drew down along with several ringside chairs. The fans chanted "This is awesome!" as the six men turned the entire ringside area into a battlefield.

Stu and Creed managed to gain the upper hand momentarily, double-teaming Taylor and slamming him onto the announcer's table. They turned their attention to Kofi, who fought valiantly but was overwhelmed.

Stu hoisted Kofi onto his shoulders, and Creed climbed onto the barricade, delivering a devastating combination powerbomb and diving elbow through a table at ringside. The crowd gasped as Kofi lay motionless amidst the wreckage.

Back in the ring, Sandro and Taylor regrouped and brought the fight back to Drew and Stu. Sandro grabbed the steel chair Creed had discarded earlier, slamming it across Drew's back with a sickening thud. Taylor followed up by suplexing Stu onto the remnants of another broken chair. The crowd was in a frenzy, torn between their love for the carnage and concern for the wrestlers' well-being.

Creed re-entered the fray, this time brandishing part of the broken announcer's table as a weapon. He swung it at Taylor, who ducked and countered with a superkick that sent Creed crashing into the corner. Sandro, ever the opportunist, scaled the ropes and delivered a picture-perfect diving moonsault onto Creed, crushing him beneath the splintered wood.

The referee, realizing the situation was completely out of control, called for additional security. Dozens of personnel rushed to the ring, attempting to separate the six men, but their efforts were in vain.

The wrestlers turned their fury on the security team, laying them out one by one. Sandro sent one guard flying with a hurricanrana, while Stu and Creed cleared the ring with brutal double-team maneuvers.

As the carnage continued, Dusty Rhodes appeared at the top of the ramp, flanked by Steve and several more officials. Dusty held a microphone, his face a mix of anger and disbelief.

"Enough!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos. "This ain't a wrestling match no more! This is a damn war zone!"

The wrestlers paused for a moment, catching their breath and glaring at each other. The crowd, sensing something big was about to happen, fell silent.

Dusty paced the stage, his frustration evident. "Y'all have lost your damn minds! Destroyin' the ring, the tables, the chairs—heck, even my security! This ain't what wrestling's supposed to be!"

He stopped, his expression softening into something more contemplative. "But maybe… maybe this is what it needs to be." Dusty looked out at the crowd, a spark of inspiration in his eyes. "Y'all wanna fight? Y'all wanna settle this like men? Fine. We're gonna do it my way. We're gonna do it in a War Games match!"

The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and confusion. Many fans had never seen or heard of War Games, but Dusty's passion made it clear this was something special.

Dusty pointed to the titantron, which lit up with an image of the War Games structure: two rings side by side, surrounded by a massive steel cage that extended to the arena floor. The crowd gasped at the sheer size of it.

"This right here," Dusty continued, "is where stories like this come to an end. Two teams, one cage, no escape. The only way to win is to make your opponents submit or surrender. And when it's all said and done, there'll be no doubt who the better team is!"

The fans exploded into deafening chants of "War Games! War Games!" as Dusty turned his attention back to the wrestlers. "Y'all got one week to get ready. 'Cause in three weeks, we're settin' this place on fire with the first-ever War Games match pay per view in FCW history!"

The announcement sent shockwaves through the arena. The wrestlers, battered and bloodied, glared at each other, their hatred simmering beneath the surface. Stu and Creed dragged Drew up the ramp, retreating for now but vowing vengeance. Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor stood in the ring, defiant despite their injuries.

Meanwhile, inside the spacious, modern office at WWE Headquarters, Vince McMahon sat behind his large desk, his piercing eyes fixed on the massive television screen mounted on the wall.

Beside him were Linda McMahon, Stephanie McMahon, and Triple H, all equally engrossed in the aftermath of the explosive FCW broadcast. The announcement of FCW's first-ever War Games pay-per-view had caused a stir not only in the arena but also among the McMahon family.

The television replayed highlights of the chaotic six-man tag team match. Vince, uncharacteristically silent, leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled as he considered what he had just witnessed. Linda watched her husband carefully, noting the faint nod of approval he gave as Dusty Rhodes appeared on-screen, delivering the announcement of War Games with his signature passion and intensity.

"That's how you sell a story," Vince muttered under his breath, almost imperceptibly.

Stephanie, seated next to him, caught his reaction immediately. "Dad, Dusty knocked it out of the park with that announcement. Did you hear the crowd? They went insane when the War Games structure appeared on the screen."

Triple H chimed in, leaning forward with enthusiasm. "This isn't just good storytelling; this is next-level booking. FCW just became the developmental brand to watch. If we capitalize on this momentum, this pay-per-view could set attendance records for FCW."

Stephanie nodded in agreement, her excitement growing. "Hunter's right. The fan reaction alone proves this isn't just another event—it's a turning point for FCW. But we can't limit this to the FCW Arena. That place will be bursting at the seams. We need to hold this pay-per-view in a stadium."

Vince raised an eyebrow but didn't respond immediately. Stephanie pressed on. "Look, if we book a stadium in Tampa, we'll not only accommodate a much larger audience but also signal to the fans that FCW is more than just a developmental brand. It's a movement. We'll need additional funds, of course, to cover the costs, but the return will be worth it."

Triple H leaned back, nodding. "The stadium crowd, the buzz, the revenue—it'll all come together if we go big on this. Dusty and Steve will need the resources to pull this off, but they've earned it."

Vince remained silent for a moment, his mind clearly working through the proposal. Finally, he nodded decisively. "Do it. Stephanie, inform the finance department that additional funds are to be allocated to FCW immediately. And make sure Dusty and Steve know they're not just running a developmental show anymore—they're building the future of this industry."

A smile spread across Stephanie's face as she pulled out her phone to send the necessary messages. Triple H exchanged a satisfied glance with her, knowing they had just secured a major win for FCW.

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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