Becoming A Wrestler

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Meanwhile, Sandro and his team, Kofi, Taylor, Sheamus, and Moxley, were stationed near the entrance area, ready for action. They would be the first team to send a member into the cage, a fact that had thrown a minor wrench into their plans. But the group's adaptability and camaraderie ensured the adjustment was seamless.

The audience erupted into a deafening ovation as the steel cage was locked into place, its imposing structure a testament to the brutality that awaited. The commentary team hyped up the stakes of the match, reminding viewers at home and in the arena of the unique and dangerous nature of War Games.

The lights dimmed, and the spotlight focused on the ramp. The announcer's voice boomed through the arena, signaling the start of the main event.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the War Games match!"

The crowd roared as the rules were explained: two teams, staggered entries, and victory only achievable by pinfall or submission after all participants had entered the cage.

Dragon's Boom team was the first to make their entrance, and the energy in the arena was electric. The crowd erupted into cheers as Sandro and Kofi, the reigning tag champions, stepped onto the stage. Their confidence was palpable as they soaked in the fans' adoration, holding their title belts high above their heads.

Following closely behind, Taylor emerged with his trademark swagger, hyping up the crowd with his energetic gestures. Next came Sheamus, his imposing presence and fiery red hair unmistakable. The fans roared even louder as he pounded his chest and let out a primal roar. Finally, Jon Moxley made his way out, his intense glare and unpredictable aura sending chills down spines.

The five men gathered at the top of the ramp, their camaraderie evident as they shared fist bumps and words of encouragement. The crowd's chants of "Dragon's Boom!" echoed throughout the Amway Center as the group marched down the ramp together.

Upon reaching the War Games cage, Moxley was the first to step forward, his signature smirk creeping across his face as he prepared to enter the brutal steel structure. The remaining team members moved to the holding cage on the opposite side, ready to await their turns.

The atmosphere shifted dramatically as The Empire's music hit. The cheers instantly turned to deafening boos as Drew McIntyre and Stu Bennett strode onto the stage. Their expressions were cold and calculated, exuding an air of dominance.

Following them was Creed, who entered with his usual cocky demeanor, flexing and gesturing arrogantly toward the jeering crowd.

The boos grew louder as Joe, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, appeared, the title belt glinting under the arena lights. Joe's slow, deliberate movements radiated a dangerous confidence, and he paused at the top of the ramp to stare down the War Games structure. The last to emerge was Nick Nemeth, who carried himself with a smug sense of superiority alongside a sense of cowardice.

Unlike Dragon's Boom, there was no sense of camaraderie or unity among The Empire. Instead, a clear hierarchy was displayed as Drew and Stu barked orders at Nick, making it clear he would be the first to enter the cage.

Nick protested, his irritation evident, but the rest of the team simply glared at him until he begrudgingly complied afraid to be beaten up.

The four other members moved to the holding cage, leaving Nick to reluctantly step forward toward the steel structure. The crowd relished his discomfort, their boos giving way to mocking laughter. Inside the cage, Moxley was already pacing like a caged animal, his eyes locked on Nick.

Nick, now at the steel cage door, froze as he locked eyes with Jon Moxley. Inside the ring, Moxley's crazed, almost predatory grin and the wild glint in his eye made Nick's blood run cold.

The boos from the crowd intensified as Nick's hesitation became obvious. He turned to look at his teammates in the holding cage, silently pleading for assistance, but the furious glares he received from Drew, Stu, Creed, and Joe made it clear there would be no sympathy.

Desperate, Nick's cowardly instincts took over. He abruptly turned away from the cage door and sprinted back up the ramp toward the backstage area, leaving the crowd stunned. The arena erupted into a mix of shocked gasps and jeers, with Drew and Stu yelling furiously at Nick for abandoning his post. The referee at ringside looked equally baffled as Moxley chuckled darkly, shaking his head in disbelief.

But before the chaos could settle, Tyler, Moxley's tag team partner, appeared at the top of the ramp, dragging Nick back toward the ring. The crowd's boos turned into thunderous cheers as Tyler shoved

the cage.

Nick resisted, flailing and trying to escape, but Tyler's strength overwhelmed him. With a final push, Tyler hurled Nick down the ramp, sending him stumbling toward the steel structure. The crowd roared in approval as Tyler stood at the top of the ramp, arms crossed and smirking in satisfaction.

Nick was left with no choice. Under the judgmental glares of his teammates and the deafening jeers of the crowd, he reluctantly entered the steel cage. The door slammed shut behind him, and the bell rang, officially starting the War Games match.

Moxley wasted no time, charging at Nick like a bull. Nick tried to dodge, but Moxley caught him with a thunderous clothesline that nearly turned him inside out. The crowd erupted in cheers as Moxley stood over Nick, cracking his knuckles.

Moxley immediately capitalized, lifting Nick off the mat and tossing him face-first into the unforgiving steel cage. The impact echoed throughout the arena as Nick crumpled to the mat, clutching his face in pain. Moxley didn't let up, grabbing Nick by the hair and dragging him to his feet. He slammed Nick's head into the cage repeatedly, each blow drawing louder cheers from the crowd.

Nick, desperate to escape, lashed out with a wild elbow, catching Moxley off guard. He followed up with a rake to Moxley's eyes, momentarily blinding him. Taking advantage, Nick shoved Moxley into the corner and delivered a flurry of punches to his midsection. Though the strikes lacked precision, they gave Nick enough time to regroup.

Nick then attempted a dropkick, sending Moxley staggering backward into the ropes. Seeing an opportunity, Nick charged at Moxley for a clothesline, but Moxley ducked under it and countered with a release German suplex that sent Nick crashing into the mat. The crowd's energy surged as Moxley, now back in control, let out a primal roar.

At ringside, Tyler saw an opportunity to add to the chaos. Grabbing a steel chair, he slid it through the cage's opening, drawing a massive cheer from the crowd. Moxley picked up the chair with a wicked grin, slamming it against the mat as he stalked Nick.

The referee outside the cage quickly intervened, forcing Tyler to leave the ringside area. Tyler smirked and shrugged, satisfied that he had armed his partner before walking away.

Inside the cage, Moxley raised the steel chair high and brought it crashing down onto Nick's back. Nick let out a howl of pain, writhing on the mat. Moxley didn't stop there, delivering another chair shot, this time targeting Nick's ribs. The crowd was on its feet, loving every moment of the carnage.

Desperate to turn the tide, Nick crawled toward the ropes, trying to pull himself up. Moxley approached, chair in hand, but Nick countered with a low blow, dropping Moxley to his knees.

The crowd booed ferociously as Nick seized the steel chair and swung it wildly, connecting with Moxley's shoulder and sending him to the mat. Nick, now emboldened, began to pummel Moxley with the chair, his strikes becoming more frantic with each swing.

The tide of the match shifted as Nick gained control. He dropped the chair and dragged Moxley to his feet, whipping him into the corner. Charging forward, Nick delivered a running knee strike to Moxley's face, followed by a snap DDT that planted Moxley in the center of the ring.

Nick, managing to take down Moxley, sneered and here at the crowds causing them to boo, and Nick continued by slamming his fists on the cage and yelling at the crowd.

Moxley used the distraction to recover. When Nick turned back, Moxley met him with a stiff forearm to the jaw, followed by a headbutt that left both men staggering. Moxley then grabbed Nick and executed a suplex into the corner, sending Nick crashing into the turnbuckles.

The crowd was firmly behind Moxley as he picked up the steel chair again, positioning it in the center of the ring. He hoisted Nick onto his shoulders, signaling for his signature move, the Death Rider. The crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch as Moxley delivered the devastating maneuver, driving Nick's head into the steel chair.

Nick lay motionless on the mat as Moxley stood over him, soaking in the crowd's adoration. Dragging Nick to his feet, Moxley whipped him into the steel cage with enough force to rattle the entire structure.

Nick bounced off the cage and stumbled back into Moxley's grasp, where he was met with a barrage of strikes. Moxley delivered rapid punches and chops, each one echoing throughout the arena.

Nick, desperate and battered, managed to counter with a thumb to Moxley's eye. He followed up with a jawbreaker that sent Moxley reeling. Nick climbed the ropes, attempting a high-risk maneuver.

As he leaped off, Moxley caught him mid-air and transitioned into a brutal Paradigm Shift. The impact left Nick sprawled on the mat, completely dazed.

Moxley made the cover, but before the referee could count, the timer buzzed, signaling the next entrant. The crowd's anticipation soared as Stu Bennett stormed into the cage.

As Stu Bennett entered the cage, the crowd erupted into boos. His cold, calculating demeanor immediately made it clear he had a plan.

Without hesitation, Stu charged at Moxley, delivering a thunderous big boot that sent him crashing to the mat. Nick, still groggy and battered, slowly pulled himself up using the ropes, his face lighting up as he realized he now had backup.

Stu wasted no time barking orders at Nick, pointing to Moxley and motioning for them to double-team him. Nick, emboldened by Stu's presence, grinned and joined in. Together, they stomped Moxley mercilessly, targeting his ribs and back. The crowd roared with disapproval, rallying behind Moxley as he writhed in pain under the relentless assault.

Nick and Stu pulled Moxley to his feet, with Stu holding him in place while Nick landed several stiff punches to Moxley's jaw. Stu then hoisted Moxley onto his shoulder, showcasing his raw strength, before driving him into the steel cage with a brutal Snake Eyes. Moxley staggered backward into a devastating clothesline from Nick, who had rebounded off the ropes for extra momentum. The crowd groaned in unison at the impact.

Moxley, ever the fighter, refused to stay down. As Nick and Stu approached to continue their assault, Moxley suddenly lunged forward, delivering a sharp headbutt to Stu that sent him stumbling. He then spun around and landed a stiff forearm smash to Nick's face, sending him reeling. The crowd erupted in cheers as Moxley mounted a comeback, his fiery spirit on full display.

Despite being outnumbered, Moxley fought valiantly. He caught Nick with a snap suplex, sending him crashing to the mat, and quickly turned his attention to Stu. Moxley delivered a series of rapid punches to Stu's midsection, following up with a knee strike that doubled him over. The crowd's energy surged as Moxley grabbed Stu and attempted a DDT, but Nick recovered just in time to break it up with a low dropkick to Moxley's knee.

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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