Becoming A Wrestler

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The briefing wrapped up quickly, and everyone headed to their positions. The live show was already underway, with the opening match featuring the debut of Davina Rose versus Rebecca Knox. The crowd roared as the two women showcased their athleticism and in-ring prowess, a perfect kickoff to the evening for the fans who couldn't wait for the continuation of the storyline, between Dragon Boom and Taylor against The Empire and Creed.

Davina Rose and Rebecca Knox tore the house down with their debut match in FCW, delivering a bout filled with electrifying moves, precise storytelling, and undeniable chemistry.

From the moment the bell rang, the two of them were determined to make a statement and set a new standard for the FCW women's division. They exchanged a flurry of forearms and elbows in the opening minutes, each strike drawing cheers and gasps from the crowd.

Davina showcased her quick agility, ducking under a roundhouse kick from Knox and countering with a picture-perfect dropkick that sent Rebecca staggering into the ropes. Knox, however, recovered quickly, yanking Davina into a knee strike before transitioning into a snap suplex that echoed through the arena. The fans were on their feet, their chants creating an electric atmosphere as both women pushed the pace.

The action spilled to the outside midway through the match, with Knox attempting a diving crossbody from the apron, only for Davina to sidestep at the last moment. Davina capitalized, throwing Knox into the barricade before delivering a thunderous running clothesline that left Rebecca momentarily dazed.

The referee began his count, but the intensity between the two women didn't falter. Knox rolled back into the ring at the count of eight, determination burning in her eyes as she waved Davina back in for more.

Back in the ring, Davina demonstrated her technical skill, locking Knox into a beautifully executed Boston Crab, wrenching back with precision. Rebecca, screaming in pain, clawed her way to the ropes, the crowd erupting as she barely managed to grab the bottom strand to break the hold.

The drama heightened as Knox retaliated with a vicious dragon suplex out of nowhere, spiking Davina on the mat. She followed it up with a diving elbow drop from the top rope, but it only secured a two-count.

The turning point came when Davina attempted a springboard cutter. As she leaped off the middle rope, Knox caught her mid-air, hoisting her up for a devastating sit-out powerbomb.

The move sent shockwaves through the crowd, but somehow, Davina kicked out at two, igniting a "This is awesome!" chant that reverberated throughout the arena.

Knox, visibly frustrated but laser-focused, decided to end things. She lifted Davina for her finisher, Hard Knox, a Leg Hook Sitout Suplex Slam. The execution was flawless, and as the referee counted to three, the crowd erupted in applause, not just for Rebecca Knox's victory but for the effort both women had poured into their debut match. The two exchanged a respectful nod after the bell, a silent acknowledgment of the hard-fought battle and the bright future of the division.

As the women's match concluded and the fans buzzed with excitement, the backstage segments for the night's main storyline began to unfold as the titantron lit up. The cameras cut to a dimly lit corner of the arena, where Stu Sanders, Drew McIntyre, and Xavier Creed were huddled in a clandestine meeting. Their demeanor was cocky, almost sinister, as they discussed their strategy for the upcoming War Games, searching for their fourth member.

"We don't need just anyone to become our fourth member," Drew said, his Scottish brogue dripping with disdain. "We need a champion. Someone who commands respect and fear. Someone who matches us in physical strength and ring IQ."

Stu grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've already got someone in mind. He's not just a champion; he's the champion of this place."

At that moment, Samoa Joe stepped into the frame, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder. His expression was unreadable, but his mere presence demanded attention as he walked pass by. Seeing him, Stu stepped forward, readying his calculated words to try to persuade Joe to join the Empire's team as the fourth member.

The backstage atmosphere tension continued to mount, as Stu greeted Joe with a sinister smile, "Joe," Stu began smoothly, his voice dripping with a false sense of camaraderie, "we've been talking about who should become our fourth member in War Games as you have heard last week announcement, and we feel we need someone like you. You've got the pedigree, the power. You'd be the perfect addition to our War Games team. What do you say? Come join us."

Joe's gaze hardened as he looked down at the group before responding with a sneer, alongside a clear and unwavering shake of his head. "I don't need you, Stu. I don't need anyone. I'm the champ here, this is my show, my ring. I'm not joining anyone's team, especially not yours."

Stu's smile didn't fade, but his eyes narrowed as he locked onto Joe. "You sure about that?" he asked, his tone shifting, becoming almost too calculated, too smooth. "Because I've been hearing things. Word is in the locker room, that Dragon Boom, especially Sandro, the FCW Tag Team Champions, well, they're being called the best in FCW right now."

Joe's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing at the insinuation. The words hit him like a punch to the gut. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice low, dangerously calm.

Stu leaned in closer, sensing the shift in Joe's demeanor. "I'm just telling you what everyone in the locker room is saying. Even the fans are starting to talk about Sandro. They're saying he's the best wrestler in FCW now. Even you, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, can't compare to him."

The words hung in the air, thick with implications. Joe's jaw clenched, his body stiffening as anger began to rise within him. How dare anyone—especially Sandro—be called the best in his ring? How could anyone question his reign, especially someone as lowly as Sandro?

A flicker of menace passed over Joe's face. His eyes seemed to burn with a new intensity as he shot back, his voice carrying the weight of a man whose pride had been wounded. "Sandro? One half of the tag champs? He's nothing compared to me. I'm the best here, and no one is going to take that from me, especially not some tag team champion."

Xavier Creed, who had been silently observing the exchange, seized the moment. With perfect timing, he added, "Then prove it, Joe. Join us. Help us take down Dragon Boom, and show everyone who the real king of FCW is. Beat Sandro in War Games. You're the best? Show them that you're the best."

Joe remained silent for a moment, his fists clenching at his sides as the weight of Creed's words sank in. The crowd's murmurs could be felt even backstage, as they anxiously awaited Joe's decision. Joe's pride, his ego, was wounded. The idea of being overshadowed by someone like Sandro, the young, talented, and charismatic tag champion, was too much to bear. He was the alpha, the one who ruled this place.

With a sharp exhale, Joe finally spoke, his voice filled with the conviction of someone who had just made a decision. "Fine," he grunted, his eyes burning with fury. "I'll join you. I'll take down Dragon Boom, and I'll take down Sandro. I don't care who you think is the best. I'm going to prove I'm the only one who matters in FCW."

The group erupted in cheers, their plan having come to fruition. Drew, Creed, and Stu all exchanged looks of satisfaction, knowing they had just secured the final piece of their puzzle. Samoa Joe, the FCW's Florida Heavyweight Champion, was now part of the Empire's team, and the balance of power had shifted dramatically. The fans, watching from the arena, immediately began booing, sensing that the Empire's chances of domination had just grown exponentially.

As the camera cut away from the backstage segment, the arena's lights flared to life, and the titantron displayed the graphic for the next match, Beer Money, Inc., Bobby Roode and James Storm, against TJ Wilson and Jaylen Croft. The tag team match had a heavy atmosphere to follow, and it was clear from the moment the bell rang that both teams were out to prove their worth.

Beer Money, Inc. immediately took control of the match with their veteran experience and tag team chemistry. Roode and Storm, with their established face personas, played the crowd masterfully, taunting their opponents while also delivering a series of high-impact moves. Their hard-hitting offense was on full display, and Wilson and Croft struggled to keep up with the relentless pace.

Despite the back-and-forth nature of the match, Beer Money, Inc. maintained the upper hand, utilizing quick tags and isolating Croft in their corner. The crowd began to rally behind the underdog team, but it was clear that Roode and Storm were the far more polished unit.

TJ Wilson managed to make a hot tag, bringing in Croft to take on both Beer Money members at once. The underdogs put up a valiant effort, with Croft hitting a stunning springboard moonsault and Wilson delivering a dropkick to Storm, but in the end, it was Roode and Storm who sealed the win. Roode hit a Payoff DDT on Croft, followed by Storm landing a Last Call Superkick on Wilson, securing the pinfall and the victory for Beer Money, Inc.

The crowd's reaction was mixed, with some cheering for the skilled tag team while others booed the antics of the heels. It was another testament to how Beer Money, Inc. had earned a reputation in FCW, loved or hated, they always delivered.

As the match concluded, the titantron once again lit up, and this time, it was Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor who were shown in a tense huddle backstage. The three of them were gathered around a monitor, watching the footage of Samoa Joe's shocking decision to join the Empire. Sandro, Kofi, and Taylor were visibly taken aback by the news.

"Joe? The champion? He's with them now?" Kofi's voice was tinged with disbelief. "That's a serious game-changer in the landscape for War Games."

Sandro's expression hardened as he stared at the screen. "This is exactly what I was afraid of. The Empire's already stacked with powerhouses having Drew and Stu, and now they have Joe. He's one of the toughest guys in FCW and even the business, but he's not unbeatable."

Taylor looked at Sandro, her brow furrowed. "This changes everything. We were already facing a tough team, but now it feels like the odds are stacked against us."

"We need someone who can match their ruthlessness," Taylor said, leaning forward with intensity. "The Empire and Creed have been playing dirty, and we can't afford to be outmaneuvered."

Kofi nodded thoughtfully. "Agreed. But we also need someone with experience in high-pressure matches. This isn't just another classic five versus five tag team bout. This is a brutal war inside a humongous steel cage with a double ring."

Sandro, sitting back with his arms crossed, chimed in. "What about Sheamus? He's got the physicality, the aggression, and a score to settle with Joe. Plus, he's not exactly a fan of The Empire."

The mention of Sheamus hung in the air for a moment before the locker room door creaked open. All three men turned to see the towering figure of the Celtic Warrior himself stepping into the room. Dressed in his street gear, Sheamus exuded confidence, his fiery red hair and pale skin practically glowing under the fluorescent lights.

"Well, well, if it isn't the fella's Dragon Boom and Taylor," Sheamus said, his thick Irish accent cutting through the tension. "Heard you fellas are in need of some backup."

Kofi stood up, extending a hand. "You heard right. But what makes you think you're the right fit for this team?"

Sheamus smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Let's just say I've got unfinished business with Samoa Joe who had just joined The Empire's side, and wanted a rematch against him for my title in the future. You bring me in, and I promise to bring the fight."

Sandro exchanged a glance with Taylor and Kofi, who both nodded in agreement after hearing what Sheamus said. "Welcome to the team, Sheamus," Sandro said, offering a handshake that Sheamus accepted with a firm grip. As for the fans, Seeing that Sheamus joined Dragon Boom and Taylor, they cheer loudly as they see that the power scale between the two teams is even now with the addition of Sheamus to the Dragon Boom's team.

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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