Becoming A Wrestler

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Nemeth kicked out at the last possible moment, and the crowd groaned in disappointment. TJ, undeterred, signaled for his finisher. He set Nemeth up for a Rolling Stampede, but Nemeth countered at the last second, shoving TJ into the turnbuckle. With TJ dazed, Nemeth climbed the second rope and delivered a thunderous superplex. Both men lay motionless on the mat as the referee began his count.

The crowd chanted, "This is awesome!" clapping in unison to rally the competitors. As the match approached its climax, Nemeth's opportunistic streak came into play. TJ had mounted another comeback, hitting a series of kicks and a tornado DDT that left Nemeth flat on his back. He went for another cover.

One… two…

Nemeth kicked out again, but this time, his escape was slower, showing the toll the match had taken.

TJ, sensing victory, climbed to the top rope, preparing for a high risk maneuver. But Nemeth, playing possum, suddenly sprang to life. He leaped onto the ropes, causing TJ to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle and fall down onto the mat.

Wasting no time, Nemeth dragged TJ into position for his finisher, the Zig Zag. He hit it with devastating precision, slamming TJ's back into the mat. Nemeth immediately hooked the leg, grinning as he did, while the referee get for the count.

One… two… three!

The referee called for the bell, and Nemeth's music blared through the speakers. The crowd showered him with boos as he jumped to his feet, raising his arms triumphantly.

"Your winner, by pinfall… Nick Nemeth!" the announcer declared.

Nemeth sneered at the fans, mouthing, "I told you I'm the best!" He stood on the ropes, flexing and gloating as TJ rolled out of the ring, clutching his neck in pain.

Back in the locker room, Sandro nodded thoughtfully as he watched Nemeth bask in his victory. "Nick was a natural heel and could also become a great face, that why he was one of my favorite wrestler in my past life," Sandro murmured. "The crowd hates him, but they can't look away. That's real star power."

Just then, a staff member poked their head into the room. "Sandro, you're up next. Gorilla position in two minutes."

Sandro stood, stretching out his arms and rolling his shoulders. He adjusted his gear, his mind shifting to the task ahead, his match against Kofi.

As he made his way out of the locker room, the buzz from Nemeth and Wilson's match lingered in the air. It was the kind of performance that elevated the entire show, setting the stage for Sandro to deliver something just as memorable.

With a deep breath, he stepped into the hallway, his game face firmly in place. The crowd was ready, and so was he.

When Sandro arrived at the gorilla position, the energy in the air was palpable. He saw that Kofi stood nearby, his trademark smile lighting up the room as he chatted casually with Dusty, Steve, and a handful of FCW producers seated behind the monitors.

The atmosphere was a mix of anticipation and camaraderie, the kind that only came before a high stakes main event. As soon as Sandro entered, Kofi turned to him, his grin widening. "There he is, the man of the hour!" Kofi said warmly, extending his hand.

Sandro clasped it firmly. "Let's give them a show they'll never forget man," he said, his voice brimming with respect and determination.

"Always," Kofi replied with a wink.

Everyone in the room could sense the mutual admiration and competitive spirit between the two men. This wasn't just another match, it was a moment for both competitors to prove themselves, to elevate the championship, and to electrify the crowd.

One of the producers glanced at the monitors, then gave Kofi a nod. "You're up."

Kofi took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders. His entrance music blasted through the speakers, and the roar of the crowd echoed into the gorilla position. Sandro watched as Kofi stepped through the curtain, his energy infectious.

The fans erupted as Kofi Kingston appeared on the entrance ramp. At the same time, the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, introducing Kofi.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Ghana, West Africa, weighing in at 212 pounds… KOFI KINGSTON!"

Kofi sprinted down the ramp, his smile never fading as he slapped hands with the fans lining the aisle. He leaped onto the ring apron, then vaulted over the top rope, landing with his signature theatrics.

The crowd's cheers grew louder as Kofi climbed the turnbuckle, raising his arms to pump them up even more. Inside the ring, Kofi bounced on the balls of his feet, radiating confidence and charisma.

Back in the gorilla position, Sandro adjusted the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. His heart pounded in sync with the thrum of anticipation in the arena. He positioned himself just behind the curtain, waiting for his cue to come up.

Then, the unmistakable guitar riff of "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour ripped through the speakers. The crowd exploded, their chants of "SAN-DRO! SAN-DRO!" shaking the arena.

Sandro stepped through the curtain, his expression a mix of focus and pride. The championship gleamed under the arena lights as he held it high for all to see.

"And his opponent," the announcer called, "from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the reigning and defending FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion… SANDRO ZHANG!"

The noise was deafening as Sandro made his way down the ramp. He slapped a few hands along the way but kept his focus locked on the ring. His eyes met Kofi's, and the two shared a nod, a silent acknowledgment of the battle to come.

Sliding into the ring, Sandro held the title aloft once more to liven up the crowd before handing it to the referee. The crowd roared their approval as the official show it to Kofi first, before heading to the center of the ring and held the belt high, signaling the stakes of the match.

The referee then handed the belt to a ringside staff, and then called for the bell, signaling for the match officially began while the crowds roar with approval and clap their hands.

The bell rang, and the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship match between Sandro Zhang and Kofi Kingston was officially underway. The crowd was electric, fully aware they were about to witness something special.

Both men stood in their corners, locking eyes as the chants of "SAN-DRO!" and "KO-FI!" alternated throughout the arena. Slowly, they stepped toward the center of the ring, the tension palpable. They extended their hands for a traditional tie up, and the match began.

Kofi made the first move, ducking under Sandro's attempt at a collar and elbow lockup and going for a quick waistlock. But Sandro, knowing Kofi's style inside out, immediately countered, spinning out and attempting a hammerlock.

Kofi slipped out of it with a roll and sprang to his feet, launching a swift kick toward Sandro's midsection. Sandro sidestepped it and attempted a spinning back kick of his own. Kofi dodged again, then tried for a quick roll up, but Sandro rolled through before the referee could even begin counting.

The two stood up simultaneously, circling each other, smirking as if to say, Is that all you've got?

They locked up again, this time with Sandro taking control by transitioning into a headlock. Kofi backed him into the ropes, then shot him across the ring. Sandro rebounded, ducked under a leapfrog, and countered with a quick arm drag.

Kofi sprang back to his feet, countering with an arm drag of his own. Sandro recovered just as quickly, attempting a clothesline, but Kofi ducked and went for a dropkick. Sandro swatted it away, but before he could capitalize, Kofi kipped up, and the two stood at a stalemate.

The crowd roared and clap with appreciation as both men paused, their hands resting on their knees, grinning at each other after what had just happened this past minutes.

Kofi extended his hand, his grin widening. "We know each other too well, man," he said, loud enough for the ringside microphones to pick up.

Sandro chuckled, shaking his head as he took Kofi's hand. "Too well," he replied, giving it a firm shake.

The fans erupted in cheers, loving the show of respect and camaraderie between the two competitors.

"That right there," the commentator said, "is what makes this match so compelling. These two aren't just competitors, they're friends, tag team partners, and they know each other better than anyone."

"Exactly," another commentator chimed in. "That's what's going to make this match even harder. How do you outsmart someone who knows your every move in the book? They need something unexpected to take control of the match."

The two resumed their positions, and this time, Sandro took the initiative, pulling Kofi into a side headlock and wrenching it tightly. Kofi, using his agility, twisted out of it, pulling Sandro into a wristlock.

Sandro countered with a forward roll, kipping up and reversing the pressure. Kofi flipped forward to escape, then used his momentum to leapfrog Sandro, catching him with a springboard back elbow on the rebound.

Kofi went for the first pin of the match.

One… two…

Sandro kicked out, immediately rolling to his feet to avoid giving Kofi any breathing room.

"That's the thing about Kofi," the commentator noted. "His speed and creativity can turn any moment into an opportunity. Sandro's going to have to stay sharp if he wanted to walk out with his title."

And sharp he was. As Kofi charged at him, Sandro caught him mid air with a tilt a whirl backbreaker that left the crowd gasping. After that He quickly went for a pin.

One… two…

Kofi kicked out.

Now Sandro began to dictate the pace, using his strength to ground Kofi. He hit a series of suplexes, including three flawless German suplex that had the fans chanting, "Suplex City!" Kofi, however, wasn't one to stay down. He fought back with elbows and kicks, creating enough space to hit a tornado DDT that turned the tide.

The match became a back and forth showcase of their unique styles. Sandro used power moves, including a brutal powerbomb that nearly secured him the victory. Kofi relied on his speed and aerial prowess, hitting high risk moves like a diving crossbody and a Boom Drop that had the fans on their feet.

As the match wore on, both men showed signs of exhaustion. They traded strikes in the center of the ring, each blow met with cheers and boos from the split crowd.

Kofi suddenly ducked a punch and hit Trouble in Paradise out of nowhere. The crowd erupted as Sandro collapsed to the mat. Kofi crawled into the pin.

One… two… thre-!

Sandro got his foot on the bottom rope at the last second.

"That's the ring awareness of a champion!" the commentator shouted. "Sandro knows exactly where he is at all times and use it to his advantage."

Kofi couldn't believe it. He pulled Sandro to his feet, setting him up for the SOS, but Sandro countered, shoving Kofi into the ropes. As Kofi rebounded, Sandro lifted him into the air, but Kofi wriggled free and landed behind him.

Thinking quickly, Sandro hit a mule kick to Kofi's midsection, doubling him over to his knees. In an unexpected move, Sandro used the opening to hit his finisher, the Dragon Shot, hitting Kofi right at his face.

The crowd exploded in shock and awe as Kofi crumpled to the mat. Sandro wasted no time, hooking the leg.

One… two… thre-!

Kofi Kingston kicked out at the very last second, and the arena collectively gasped in disbelief. The commentators were stunned, their voices rising above the noise of the crowd. "How in the world did Kofi kick out of that?!" one commentator shouted. "Sandro hit the Dragon Shot flush, and somehow, Kofi is still in this match!"

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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 & 1 FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion