Becoming A Wrestler

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Sandro laughed, suspecting that Taylor had been teasing Windham about becoming a tag team with Sandro before him. Windham confirmed this with a sigh, calling Taylor a "lucky bastard" for being able to pursue his wrestling dream right after high school. Windham then mentioned that Taylor had just graduated the previous night.

"Wait, really?" Sandro asked, his laughter giving way to surprise. "Tell him congratulations from me!"

"I will," Windham replied with a smile in his voice.

After a brief pause, Windham surprised Sandro by congratulating him as well. It didn't take long for Sandro to realize why. Windham had been following Sandro's matches online, watching all of them on the FCW website. He praised Sandro's debut and every match that followed, calling them "crazy sick." He also expressed excitement about what Sandro and Taylor could achieve together in the future.

Sandro felt a warmth in his chest, grateful for the kind words. "Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. And don't worry—I'll teach Taylor a lesson or two for all the teasing you've had to endure."

Windham chuckled at that, clearly relieved. "Please do. He's been unbearable lately."

Sandro laughed along with him. "I got you, and. don't worry I will teach him some heavy lessons in your place."

Windham let out some laugh before asking Sandro a question he wanted to ask, "By the way, are you thinking about joining the tag team tournament that Duaty and Steve announced?"

Sandro immediately said yes and then explained the recent announcement by Dusty and Steve about the eight-team tag tournament. He revealed that he and Kofi had already been entered into the tournament, a move that was partly a recognition of his contributions to creating the FCW Divas Championship.

Sandro shared the story of how the championship came to be, explaining his involvement and the passion he had for elevating the women's division because he felt that it would bring much attention to FCW and at the same time a recognition for the women who work hard every day like the men.

Windham was surprised and deeply moved by Sandro's dedication. "Wow, man. That's incredible. You're really making a difference in this business. It's inspiring, honestly. Makes me wanna drop everything and come join you and Taylor at FCW."

Sandro smiled, though he knew Windham's words were serious. "Hey, don't make any rash decisions. You've got your path right now, and you're doing great. But whenever you're ready and already accomplish what to want, you know I'll be here to back you up."

"Thanks, Sandro. That means a lot," Windham said, sounding more at peace. They wrapped up their conversation as another call came in for Sandro.

"Hey, I've got another call coming in. I'll catch up with you later sometime yeah?"

"Yeah, no worries. Take care, Sandro. And good luck with everything, man."

"Thanks, Windham. Good luck to you too, talk to you soon."

As Sandro ended the call, he noticed the incoming call was from April. His heart skipped a beat, wondering why she was calling. They had been keeping some distance since their late-night conversation at his apartment a few days ago, where they had shared a tacit agreement to calm themselves down.

He quickly answered, but before he could say anything, he heard April's panicked, whispered voice on the other end. "Sandro, me, Nicole, and Brianna need your help. We're being harassed by a couple of 'fans' at the back parking lot of a Mexican restaurant near the FCW Building after eating lunch. They won't let us go after we give some signatures and photographs."

Sandro's heart immediately raced when he heard this. "Stay calm, April. I'm on my way. Just stay where you are and don't do anything rash, if they dare to do anything just scream. It's in the afternoon, I'm sure many people will come help or be attracted to see what happened."

He hung up the phone, his mind racing. Without wasting a second, he grabbed his car keys and bolted out of his apartment. The drive to the Mexican restaurant felt like an eternity, even though it was only a few minutes away.

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he navigated through traffic, his thoughts consumed by concern for April, Nicole, and Brianna when he heard they could be in a possibly dangerous situation.

He doesn't know if the harassers were true wrestling fans or just some thugs who recognized them due to the posters and flyers spread around Tampa and was fascinated by the beauty the three of them had and tried to put their dirty hands on them.

As Sandro was thinking so, he stepped on the gas to increase the speed of his car. Even though April, Nicole, and Brianna were much stronger than normal women, facing several men who were possibly thugs wasn't what they could handle especially when they were outnumbered.

When he finally arrived at the Mexican restaurant, Sandro quickly turned toward the back area and scanned the back parking lot. His eyes locked onto a group of people near the far end.

April, Nicole, and Brianna were huddled together, clearly distressed but putting up a brave front, while five men stood uncomfortably close, their body language aggressive and lustful.

Sandro parked his car haphazardly and sprinted toward them. As he approached, several of the men turned to face him, their expressions shifting from smug to wary to gloating.

"Hey!" Sandro's voice boomed as he closed the distance. "What the hell do you guys think you're doing?"

One of the men who should be the leader of the group hesitated, sizing Sandro up. He wasn't an imposing figure, but the intensity in his eyes and the determination in his stance made it clear that he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

"This ain't your business, man," one of them sneered, though his voice lacked a bit of conviction.

"It is now," Sandro shot back, stepping between the group of men and April, Nicole, and Brianna. "You're gonna walk away. Now."

There was a tense moment where it seemed like the situation could escalate, but Sandro didn't back down. His presence, combined with the fact that he dared to be tough, made the men rethink their approach.

They exchanged a glance before looking at the guy Sandro thought to be the leader, whose eyes turned cold and signaled his goons with his head pointing toward Sandro.

Sandro braced himself as the leader of the group of men who signaled his cronies to attack. Time seemed to slow down as he took in the situation. April, Nicole, and Brianna's screams echoed in his ears, but his focus was laser-sharp. He had dealt with thugs before, and he wasn't about to let these men get away with harassing his friends.

The first man lunged at him, throwing a wild punch aimed at Sandro's head. With practiced ease, Sandro sidestepped the attack, grabbing the man's arm and using his momentum against him. In a fluid motion, Sandro twisted the man's arm behind his back and slammed him face-first into the pavement with a Taekwondo takedown. The man hit the ground hard and didn't get back up.

The second and third men were more cautious, approaching Sandro together in a pincer formation. One aimed low with a sweeping kick, while the other went high, throwing a series of quick jabs. Sandro deftly avoided the low kick by jumping back, then used his arm to block the high jabs. He countered with a sharp, precise kick to the ribs of the second man, followed by a powerful punch to the solar plexus of the third man, causing him to stagger back in pain.

Before they could recover, Sandro swept the legs out from under the second man, who crashed to the ground, winded and unable to continue. The third man tried to retaliate, but Sandro was faster—he delivered a roundhouse kick to the side of the man's head, sending him sprawling.

The fourth man hesitated for a moment, seeing his friends taken down so quickly, but pride or stupidity spurred him on. He tried to tackle Sandro, charging with all his weight. Sandro anticipated the move and sidestepped again, using the man's momentum to throw him off balance. With a quick, well-placed kick to the back of the knee, Sandro sent the fourth man crashing to the ground. A sharp elbow to the back of the head ensured that he wouldn't be getting up any time soon.

The leader, now the last man standing, cursed loudly, his face twisted in anger and disbelief. He charged at Sandro, aiming a powerful punch at his face. Sandro met the punch with his own hand, stopping it mid-air. For a brief moment, the two men locked eyes, and Sandro could see the shift in the leader's expression—from fury to fear.

Sandro's grip tightened around the man's fist, and with a swift motion, he swept the leader's feet out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground. As the leader struggled to get up, Sandro delivered a heavy punch to his jaw, knocking him out cold.

The entire altercation had lasted less than a minute, but to Sandro, it felt like an eternity. He stood there, catching his breath, as April, Nicole, and Brianna stared at him in stunned silence. The group of so called fans who had been harassing them now lay unconscious or groaning in pain on the ground.

Sandro wiped his hands on his pants, trying to shake off the adrenaline as he turned to face the three women. His expression softened immediately when he saw the worry and fear still etched on their faces. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the intensity of the situation.

April was the first to speak, her voice trembling slightly. "Yeah… Yeah, we're okay. Thanks to you." Nicole and Brianna nodded in agreement, their expressions a mixture of relief and gratitude.

Sandro gave them a reassuring smile. "It's my responsibility as your friend to be here for you. I'm just glad I got here in time."

He quickly scanned them, checking for any signs of injury. Satisfied that they were unharmed, Sandro pulled out his phone and dialed 911. He calmly reported the situation, explaining the harassment and the self-defense measures he had taken. As he gave the address of the Mexican restaurant, he could sense the tension still lingering in the air.

After hanging up the call, Sandro turned back to April, Nicole, and Brianna. "You three should head back to the FCW Building," he suggested. "It's safer there. I'll wait here for the cops to arrive."

But the women shook their heads in unison, surprising him. "We're not leaving you here alone," April said firmly, her eyes filled with determination. Nicole and Brianna nodded in agreement, their faces mirroring her resolve.

Sandro sighed, realizing there was no point in arguing. "Alright, but stay close. We don't know if these guys have any friends nearby."

As they waited for the police, an awkward silence settled over the group. Sandro tried to keep his thoughts focused on the situation at hand, but he couldn't ignore the way April kept glancing at him with a mixture of gratitude and something else he could quite place but choose to ignore.

Finally, April broke the silence. "Sandro, I really want to thank you again," she said softly, her voice tinged with emotion. She hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to him. To Sandro's surprise, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.

For a moment, Sandro stood frozen, caught off guard by the sudden display of affection. But then, he quickly returned the embrace, holding her close. He could feel her trembling slightly, and his heart ached at the thought of what could have happened if he hadn't arrived in time.

Nicole and Brianna exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and something more complicated. As April pulled away from the hug, they stepped forward, each taking their turn to embrace Sandro as well. "Thank you, Sandro," Nicole whispered as she hugged him. Brianna followed suit, her hug just as tight. "We're really lucky to have you."

Sandro felt the tension in the air as he hugged each of them, a tension that was hard to ignore between the three women. But before anyone could address it, the sound of sirens filled the air, and moments later, the police arrived on the scene.

The officers quickly assessed the situation, taking statements from Sandro, April, Nicole, and Brianna. Sandro explained what had happened, detailing the harassment and the subsequent self-defense. The officers nodded, taking notes and examining the scene.

As the police started to cuff the unconscious and groaning men, Sandro felt a sense of relief wash over him. The immediate danger was over, but the events of the day had left a lingering impact on him.

The tension that had risen between him and the women was undeniable, and as he stood there, watching the police do their work, Sandro found his thoughts drifting back to the embrace he had shared with April.

Sandro since being rebound on this alternate earth always adhered strictly to the teachings from his previous life and his parents in this one. He had always been taught to live by certain values—loyalty, respect, and, most importantly, monogamy. But the reality of his new life, the intense emotions he had experienced, and the connections he was forming were starting to challenge those teachings.

The thought of potentially losing any of these women who had disturbed his heart either through sincerity or teasings, of not being able to protect them, was something he couldn't bear. The fear he had felt on the way here. for April, Nicole, and Brianna had been intense, and the relief he felt now was equally powerful. It made him question the path he had been following.

As the police finished their work and prepared to leave, Sandro's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He knew he had to be careful, to consider his actions and decisions moving forward.

But for the first time, he allowed himself to consider a different path—a path that might lead him to accept the idea of polygamy, a path that might allow him to care for and protect all of the women who had slowly become important to him, that if they agree to be with him willingly.

Of course, this was something he kept to himself for now. The shift in his mentality was subtle but significant. He wasn't ready to act on it just yet, but the seed had been planted. And as they all stood together, the tension gradually easing, Sandro knew that his life was about to change in ways he hadn't anticipated.

The police officer in charge approached Sandro one last time, thanking him for his cooperation. "We'll take it from here," the officer said, glancing at the men being loaded into the back of a police van. "You did the right thing, son. If you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out."

Sandro nodded, his mind still elsewhere. "Thank you, officer. I appreciate it."

As the police began to leave, Sandro turned to April, Nicole, and Brianna. "Let's head back to the FCW building. I think we've had enough excitement for one day."

The women agreed, and together they made their way back to Sandro's car. As they drove, the atmosphere in the car was quieter than usual, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Sandro couldn't help but glance at April in the rearview mirror, his mind replaying the moment when she had hugged him.

He knew things were changing—within himself and in the dynamics between them all. And as they pulled into the FCW parking lot, Sandro felt a sense of resolve settle within him. He didn't know what the future held, but he was ready to face it, no matter where it might lead. As they got out of the car, Sandro turned to April, Nicole, and Brianna. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call me," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

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Name: Alessandro Zhang

Age: 18 (2008)

Birthplace: Orlando, Florida USA

Brand: FCW

Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All Style

Faction: None

Championship History: 0