Becoming A Wrestler

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IRS and Blackjack Mulligan shared a proud look, knowing their boy had made it. They turned to Sandro, offering their thanks. "You did good, Sandro," IRS said. "Taylor couldn't have asked for a better opponent for his tryout." "Thanks," Sandro replied, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "I'm glad I could help."

Sandro then approached Taylor, who was talking with Dusty and Steve. "Congratulations, Taylor," Sandro said with a smile. "You did great out there. I can't wait for you to join FCW officially in a couple of months."

Taylor nodded enthusiastically. "Thanks, Sandro. I can't wait either. And you know what? I'm going to tease my brother Windham that I might become your first tag team partner before he does. He's still busy with football, but I'll definitely rub it in his face."

Sandro laughed. "Make sure to tell me how he reacts. I bet he'll be jealous."

"Count on it," Taylor promised. "I'll call you as soon as I get his reaction."

After exchanging a few more words, IRS and Blackjack Mulligan took Taylor to leave the FCW Headquarters, as Taylor still had classes the next day. Sandro watched them go, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having contributed to Taylor's successful tryout.

Returning to his training with Nick, Kofi, Drew, and Sheamus, Sandro was focused and driven. The camaraderie and shared effort among them made the grueling sessions more bearable. As they took a break, Sandro went to the vending machine to buy a cold drink.

As he walked back to the training area, someone bumped into him from behind, causing him to spill his drink. The person walked right past him without a word of apology or even looked back.

Annoyed, Sandro called out, "Hey! Can't you see there are people here? Shouldn't you say sorry for bumping into someone and spilling their drink?"

The man turned around to face Sandro, his expression one of annoyance. Sandro didn't recognize him, so he asked with the expected politeness, "What's your name, Mr who bumped without apologizing?"

Seeing that Sandro didn't know him, the man seemed even more irritated. "My name is Caylen Croft," he said angrily. "I used to be known as Chris Cage."

Sandro, unfamiliar with both names from his past life's WWE viewing and doesn't give much attention to the indies, didn't let it bother him. "Well, Caylen, you should apologize for bumping into me causing me to spill my drink."

Caylen Croft sneered when he heard Sandro's words. "I don't want to apologize, rookie. What are you going to do about it?" His tone was taunting, clearly trying to provoke Sandro.

Sandro remained calm, his training in martial arts helping him maintain his composure. "Look, Caylen, it's just common courtesy between normal people. I'm not looking for trouble, but you should take responsibility for your actions."

Caylen stepped closer, his demeanor aggressive. "Responsibility? Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? You're just a rookie here, rookie. I'm a former Heavyweight and tag team Champion, much more valuable than you rookie."

Before Sandro could respond with the same demeanor Caylen Croft has, Nick and Sheamus appeared beside him, having noticed the commotion. "Is there a problem here guys?" Nick asked, his tone was even but firm.

Caylen glanced at them, realizing he was outnumbered and outgunned. "No problem," he muttered, backing off slightly from the three of them. "Just a small misunderstanding with the new guy."

Sheamus crossed his arms, showing his big biceps while staring at Caylen. "Good, because we don't need any unnecessary drama around here, fella. So just go back and do your training."

Caylen glared at Sandro one last time before turning and walking away. Nick and Sheamus turned to Sandro, who shrugged. "Thanks for backing me up, guys. I didn't want any trouble, it's just that guy suddenly bumped into me."

"No worries," Nick said. "Caylen can be a bit of a hothead, especially to newbies who don't know that he is a former heavyweight and tag team champion from OVW, just ignore him."

Sheamus nodded at Nick's words. "Yeah, just focus on your training, fella. You've got a brighter future ahead of you compared to Caylen, I'm sure of it."

Sandro smiled, feeling grateful for his friends. They returned to their training, the incident with Caylen already fading from his mind as he immersed himself in the day's drills, not knowing that this wouldn't be just a single accident.

As the training session ended, Sandro felt a sense of accomplishment. He was steadily improving each day and not only did he feel that way, but his friends, Dusty, and Steve also shared the same view which fuels him to do his best even more.

The next several days followed a routine: waking up for a morning run, showering, having breakfast, training, taking breaks, more training, dinner, another shower, then sleeping. This cycle repeated without incident until one day, while Sandro was carrying protein shakes for himself, Nick, Kofi, Drew, and Sheamus, he stumbled and fell, spilling the shakes all over the floor. As he looked up, he saw Caylen Croft standing above him with a smirk on his face.

Anger surged through Sandro as he stood up, coming face-to-face with Caylen. Standing at 187 cm, Sandro was a bit taller than Caylen, who was 180 cm. "Why did you trip me, Caylen? Can't you see I was carrying protein shakes?"

Caylen snorted, his smirk widening. "I didn't see you, rookie. Maybe you're so insignificant that my eyes and memory just erase you from sight."

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Sandro asked, "Just apologize, Caylen. You tripped me and spilled the shakes I was bringing."

Instead of apologizing, Caylen spat in Sandro's face and insulted him with vile words. "You're just a pussy, the reason for that must be because your father's a cuck, and your mother's a bitch."

Caylen's actions and words drew the attention of everyone in the training area, including Nick, Kofi, Drew, and Sheamus, who quickly moved toward the confrontation.

Sandro wiped the spit off his face with his shirt, his patience wearing thin. Hearing Caylen insult his parents was the final straw. Without thinking, he threw a punch across Caylen's face.

The impact sent Caylen stumbling backward, surprise and rage flickering across his face. He recovered quickly, his eyes narrowing as he lunged at Sandro. The two grappled, trading blows and wrestling for dominance.

Nick, Kofi, Drew, and Sheamus rushed to break up the fight, pulling Sandro and Caylen apart as the two were scrambling toward each other. Dusty and Steve hurried over when they heard the commotion, and shouted for order when they saw what was happening.

"Enough the both of you!" Dusty bellowed, his voice echoing through the training area. "What the hell is going on here?"

Caylen, still seething, pointed at Sandro. "This rookie attacked me out of nowhere!"

Sandro, breathing heavily, glared at Caylen. "He tripped me, spilled my protein shakes, spat in my face, and then insulted my family. I won't stand for that."

Dusty looked between them, his expression stern. "Caylen, tripping someone and spitting in their face is unacceptable. Sandro, throwing punches isn't the way to handle things here. You both need to learn to respect each other and everyone else in this facility. If you have any problem, solve that in the ring"

Steve, standing beside Dusty, nodded his head in agreement. "There's an empty ring right now. If you two want to settle this, do it in there."

Caylen started to protest, but Sandro cut him off. "Fine by me," Sandro said, his voice steady. "Let's have a real physical wrestling match, with Dusty as the referee."

Everyone in the training area reacted instantly, surprised by Sandro's boldness. Even Nicole and Brianna, who were watching from the sidelines, were drawn in by Sandro's sudden show of masculinity and protectiveness for his family.

Caylen, gritting his teeth, knew he couldn't back down if he didn't want to lose his reputation. Accepting the challenge, he nodded. "Let's do it then pussy."

Everyone in the training area quickly moved and spread out around the empty ring as Sandro, Caylen, and Dusty entered. Dusty checked that both men were ready, then signaled for the match to start.

Sandro and Caylen circled each other, sizing up their opponent. They met in the center with a front lock, each trying to push the other back. Sandro's strength soon became apparent as he forced Caylen into the corner.

Dusty called for a break, and as Sandro stepped back, Caylen lowered his guard. Seizing the opportunity, Sandro kicked Caylen in the gut multiple times, executing a move reminiscent of the mudhole stomping he had seen in old wrestling matches. Caylen slumped to the floor, his back against the corner.

Everyone around the ring cheered and jeered, adding to the intensity of the match that was going on. Caylen, wincing from the blows, pushed himself up and glared at Sandro. With a growl, he lunged forward, catching Sandro off guard and driving him to the mat. They grappled, rolling across the ring, each trying to gain the upper hand.

Sandro's martial arts training gave him an edge in close combat. He managed to lock Caylen in a submission hold, applying pressure to his shoulder and neck. Caylen struggled, his face contorted in pain, but he refused to tap out. Instead, he used his free hand to punch Sandro in the ribs heavily several times, causing him to loosen his grip.

Seizing the moment, Caylen twisted free and delivered a sharp elbow to Sandro's jaw, knocking him back. He quickly got to his feet, and then pulled Sandro up by his hair. Sandro countered with a swift knee to Caylen's midsection, followed by a powerful uppercut that sent Caylen stumbling backward.

Managing to regain his sense, Caylen kicked Sandro on the gut causing him to bend over presenting him a perfect chance to execute a DDT, hitting Sandro's head hard into the mat and then flipped Sandro over to go for the pin.

Dusty seeing this immediately goes down, "One!" his hand only slapped the mat once, and Sandro instantly kicked out just before the two counted, surprising everyone, especially Caylen.

After that, all of the people there watched in awe as the two men continued to exchange blows, neither willing to back down. Dusty kept a close eye on the action, ready to intervene if things got too out of hand.

As the match progressed, it became clear that both men were evenly matched in strength and determination. Sandro's training and natural athleticism were pitted against Caylen's experience and cunningness. They pushed each other to the limit, each refusing to give an inch.

At one point, Caylen managed to lift Sandro and slam him to the mat with a brutal fisherman suplex. Sandro gasped in pain, but he quickly rolled away, avoiding Caylen's follow-up attack. He used the ropes to pull himself up and get to the corner of the ring, breathing heavily. Caylen charged at him, but Sandro sidestepped and sent Caylen crashing into the turnbuckle.

Seeing his opportunity, Sandro climbed the ropes and launched himself at Caylen, delivering a devastating flying famouser. Caylen went down hard, his head hitting the mat and the impact echoing through the training area. Sandro immediately went for the pin, and Dusty dropped to the mat to count.

"One! Two!" Dusty's hand slapped the mat twice, but Caylen kicked out just before the third count, causing everyone who watched gasped, their excitement palpable.

Both men were exhausted, their bodies battered and bruised. Sandro got to his feet first, pulling Caylen up and setting him up for a finishing move. With a final burst of energy, he kicked Caylen in the gut and executed a flawless stone cold stunner, launching him up before hitting the mat with incredible force.

Dusty moved in for the count again when Sandro went for the pin. "One! Two! Three!" This time, Caylen didn't move to break from the pin.

Everyone in the training area, including Steve, Nick, Kofi, Drew, Sheamus, Nicole, and Brianna erupted in cheers as Dusty raised Sandro's hand in victory. "The winner of this match, Sandro!"

Breathing heavily, Sandro looked down at Caylen, who was slowly getting to his feet. Despite the pain and exhaustion, there was a look of respect in Caylen's eyes. He extended his hand to Sandro.

"Good match," Caylen said, his voice hoarse. Sandro hesitated for a moment before shaking Caylen's hand. "Yeah, good match."

As they left the ring, the others clapped them on the back, congratulating Sandro on his hard-fought victory. Nicole and Brianna smiled at him with hints of flirtation, clearly impressed by his performance.

Dusty and Steve approached, both looking pleased. "You showed a lot of heart out there, Sandro," Dusty said. "Keep that up, and you'll go far." Steve nodded. "And you, Caylen. You put up a good fight. Just remember, respect is a two-way street." Caylen nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Got it."

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Name: Alessandro Zhang

Age: 18 (2008)

Birthplace: Orlando, Florida USA

Brand: None

Wrestling Style: None

Faction: None

Championship History: 0