Becoming A Wrestler

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"This is where it gets even better," Tyler said, pacing the ring as he spoke. "Nick's escape leaves everyone confused. The other wrestlers, the fans, even the referees. Then, a few seconds later, I show up backstage. I grab Nick and drag him back to the cage, kicking and screaming if I have to. No escape. The match starts whether he likes it or not."

The room erupted in laughter and nods of approval. The visual of Nick's reluctant return, paired with Jon's intense energy, was too good to pass up. Dusty, watching from ringside, couldn't help but chuckle.

"That's gold, son," he said. "The kind of thing fans remember for years. Let's work it in."

The group began choreographing the sequence, with Nick's exaggerated fear contrasting hilariously with Jon's menacing demeanor. Tyler's role as the enforcer backstage was fine-tuned, ensuring the timing was just right to maximize the comedic and dramatic impact.

The next phase of the rehearsal brought another layer of creativity, led once again by Tyler. "Alright, here's the next part," he said, his voice brimming with excitement. "During the match, I'll find ways to sneak weapons into the cage. Think about it: chairs, kendo sticks, tables, you name it. But not just once. I'll make it a recurring thing. Each time, I'll come up with a new way to get past the referees."

Moxley's grin widened. "You're a genius, Tyler. The crowd's going to love it."

The group brainstormed Tyler's methods for smuggling the weapons. Some ideas were straightforward, like dashing through the crowd to evade the referees. Others were more elaborate, like Tyler disguising himself as a fan or even using a food delivery bag to sneak items in. Each suggestion drew laughs and cheers from the group.

Dusty chimed in from ringside, his tone both amused and approving. "Now, we need to strike the right balance. Too much of it, and it could get old. But if we do it right, the crowd will be on their feet every time you pull it off. And when the referees finally catch you? That'll be the moment they love to hate."

The wrestlers rehearsed these sequences, experimenting with the timing and reactions. Tyler's tactical brilliance and comedic timing stole the show, and it was clear that his antics would be a highlight of the match.

The fans' reactions were already being anticipated: cheers when he succeeded, boos when he was caught. The emotional rollercoaster was precisely what they were aiming for.

As the rehearsal wound down, the wrestlers gathered at ringside, exhausted but exhilarated. The War Games match was shaping up to be a masterpiece, with every detail meticulously planned. Sandro looked around at his fellow wrestlers, pride swelling in his chest.

"This is going to be legendary," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I'm telling you, people will talk about this match for years. And it's because of all of you, putting in the work to make it special."

Moxley clapped a hand on Sandro's shoulder. "You've got a good head for this business, kid. Your dad should be proud."

Sandro smiled, appreciating the sentiment. "Thanks, Mox. But this isn't just about me or my dad. This is about FCW. About proving we can hang with the best and give the fans something they've never seen before."

The group dispersed shortly after, each wrestler heading home to rest and prepare for the big day. The Amway Center, now empty, stood as a silent witness to the chaos and brilliance that would soon unfold.

The following night, the Amway Center was packed to capacity. The energy in the arena was electric, with fans buzzing in anticipation of the main event. The promotional work had paid off, the arena was a sea of signs, chants, and excitement.

Backstage, the wrestlers gathered for a final pep talk. Dusty stood at the center, his presence commanding. "Alright, listen up," he said, his voice steady and resolute. "Tonight isn't just another match. This is War Games. This is a statement. Go out there, give it your all, and leave everything in that ring. Let's make history."

The crowd erupted into cheers as the War Games pay-per-view kicked off with the tag team match, setting the tone for an unforgettable night. The arena was electric, the fans on their feet as the lights dimmed, and the familiar sound of Nicole's entrance music filled the Amway Center.

The FCW Divas Champion emerged with an air of dominance, the belt shimmering around her waist. Beside her stood Rebecca, her towering bodyguard, with an intimidating presence. Brianna, Nicole's twin sister, followed closely, clapping and hyping up the crowd as the trio made their way to the ring.

Nicole climbed onto the ring apron, unfastening her championship belt and holding it high above her head, drawing a mixture of cheers and boos. Rebecca stepped through the ropes, cracking her knuckles, ready for action. Brianna stayed ringside, her sharp eyes scanning for any opportunity to help her sister.

The mood shifted as Natalya's music hit, and the arena lit up with excitement. The Queen of Harts walked out confidently, her pink-and-black gear a nod to her Hart family legacy. Maryse followed, exuding elegance and attitude. Together, they struck a balance of technical skill and cunning, promising to be formidable opponents.

The bell rang, and the match began with Nicole and Natalya squaring off in the center of the ring. The two locked up, Natalya quickly transitioning into a side headlock. Nicole countered by shoving her into the ropes, only for Natalya to return with a powerful shoulder block that sent Nicole to the mat. Natalya wasted no time, running the ropes again, but Nicole rolled under her, popped up, and caught her with a sharp elbow to the jaw.

Nicole grabbed Natalya by the wrist and whipped her into the corner, charging after her with a running knee strike. Natalya stumbled out of the corner, dazed, and Nicole followed up with a snap suplex, floating into a quick cover.

1... 2... Natalya kicked out, and the crowd roared.

Nicole tagged in Rebecca, who stepped into the ring with a menacing glare. Natalya crawled toward her corner, reaching for Maryse, but Rebecca grabbed her ankle and dragged her back to the center of the ring. Rebecca lifted Natalya effortlessly and slammed her down with a thunderous body slam. She followed up with a leg drop, the impact shaking the mat.

Rebecca pulled Natalya to her feet and hoisted her up for a stalling vertical suplex, showing off her strength. As Natalya crashed to the mat, Rebecca smirked, soaking in the crowd's reaction. She went for the pin, but Natalya kicked out at two. Frustrated, Rebecca dragged Natalya to her feet again, only for Natalya to surprise her with a quick jawbreaker.

With Rebecca staggered, Natalya dove toward her corner and tagged in Maryse. The French-Canadian Diva entered the ring with a flurry of offense, connecting with a series of forearm strikes to Rebecca.

She followed up with a spinning back kick to Rebecca's midsection, doubling her over, and then hit a DDT. Maryse quickly went for the cover, but Nicole rushed in to break it up, stomping on Maryse to stop the count.

As the referee ushered Nicole back to her corner, Brianna took advantage of the distraction, grabbing Maryse's ankle from the ringside and tripping her. The crowd erupted in boos as Maryse fell face-first onto the mat. Natalya protested from the apron, but the referee didn't see the interference.

Rebecca regained her footing and capitalized on the situation, pulling Maryse up and whipping her into the ropes. Rebecca caught her on the rebound with a massive spinebuster that sent shockwaves through the ring. She tagged Nicole back in, and the Divas Champion climbed to the top rope, leaping off with a picture-perfect elbow drop onto Maryse's chest.

Nicole hooked the leg, but Maryse kicked out at two, refusing to go down easily. Frustrated, Nicole dragged Maryse to her feet and whipped her into the corner. She charged, but Maryse countered with a boot to Nicole's face, creating enough space to tag in Natalya.

Natalya exploded into the ring, taking down Nicole with a clothesline, then another. She ducked a wild swing from Rebecca, who had entered illegally, and sent the bodyguard sprawling with a discus clothesline. The crowd was on fire as Natalya turned her attention back to Nicole, grabbing her legs and locking in the Sharpshooter in the middle of the ring.

Nicole screamed in pain, clawing at the mat as she tried to reach the ropes. Rebecca re-entered the ring and broke the hold with a big boot to Natalya's back. This prompted Maryse to storm in, delivering a running knee to Rebecca that sent her tumbling through the ropes to the outside.

Chaos ensued as all four women began brawling. Natalya and Nicole traded punches in the ring while Maryse climbed to the top rope, leaping off with a crossbody onto Rebecca and Brianna at ringside. The crowd erupted as the three women crashed to the floor.

In the ring, Natalya had the upper hand on Nicole, setting her up for a German suplex. But Nicole countered with a back elbow to Natalya's head, breaking free.

She spun around and hit Natalya with a brutal roundhouse kick, dropping her to the mat. Nicole climbed to the top rope again, looking to finish things, but Natalya sprang to her feet and cut her off, climbing up after her.

The two women battled on the top rope, exchanging punches and elbows. In a stunning display of strength, Natalya lifted Nicole off the top rope and hit a superplex, both women crashing to the mat below. The crowd chanted, "This is awesome!" as both competitors lay motionless for a moment.

Rebecca, recovering at ringside, grabbed a steel chair and slid it into the ring, drawing boos from the crowd. The referee immediately confiscated the chair, turning his back to dispose of it. Seizing the opportunity, Brianna slipped into the ring and hit Natalya with a poke in the eye, allowing Nicole to drape an arm over her for the cover.

1... 2... Maryse dove back into the ring, breaking up the pin at the last possible second.

Rebecca, furious, stormed into the ring again, but Maryse countered her charge with a drop-toe hold, sending Rebecca face-first into the turnbuckle. Maryse followed up with her French Kiss DDT, planting Rebecca in the center of the ring.

Natalya and Maryse regrouped quickly, seizing the moment as Rebecca lay incapacitated outside the ring. Both women turned their focus to Nicole, the FCW Divas Champion.

The crowd roared in anticipation as the duo began to work together, a flurry of coordinated strikes leaving Nicole disoriented. Maryse landed a vicious spinning back elbow, staggering Nicole into Natalya's waiting arms.

With precision, Natalya hoisted Nicole into the air, executing a perfectly timed double-team move: Maryse delivered a running dropkick to Nicole's midsection while Natalya slammed her to the mat with authority.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Natalya, smelling blood, wasted no time locking in her iconic Sharpshooter. Nicole's screams echoed through the arena as she writhed in pain, clawing desperately for the ropes. The fans leaned forward in their seats, believing this was the moment the Queen of Harts and Maryse would triumph.

But Brianna, ever the opportunist, jumped onto the ring apron, waving her arms wildly to grab the referee's attention. The distraction worked. The official turned to admonish Brianna, completely missing Nicole's frantic tapping on the mat. Natalya, realizing the referee wasn't paying attention, broke the hold and shouted at Brianna. Maryse joined in, the two women gesturing angrily toward the interfering twin.

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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