Becoming A Wrestler

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Creed wasted no time making an impact. As Kofi and Moxley attempted to rally, Creed barreled through both of them with a double clothesline, leaving them sprawled on the mat. Sheamus, trying to counter the onslaught, charged at Creed, but the big man caught him mid-run and hoisted him into the air before slamming him down with a spine-crushing powerbomb onto a steel chair.

"Creed has entered the battlefield, and he's making his presence known in a big way," one commentator exclaimed. "This is bad news for Dragon's Boom."

With all five members of The Empire now in the cage, they took full control of the match. Joe, Drew, Stu, Nick, and Creed worked as a unit, systematically dismantling Dragon Boom's team members inside the cage.

Drew delivered a devastating Glasgow Kiss headbutt to Taylor, sending him reeling into a brutal clothesline from Nick. Stu locked Moxley into a painful crossface submission while Joe unleashed a series of suplexes on Kofi, leaving the high-flyer writhing in pain.

The Empire's confidence grew with every passing moment. They taunted and sneered, gesturing toward the outside of the cage where Sandro, the final member of Dragon's Boom, awaited his turn. Stu, standing over a bloodied Moxley, shouted, "Come on, Sandro! Let's see if you've got what it takes!"

Joe added, "Your teammates are done. You're just delaying the inevitable!"

Inside the cage, Moxley, Sheamus, Taylor, and Kofi were battered and barely able to stand. The Empire's strategy was clear, dominate now and overwhelm Sandro when he entered, ensuring there was no chance of a comeback. The countdown clock appeared one final time, and the crowd erupted in anticipation.

"Ten! Nine! Eight!" they shouted.

As the numbers ticked away, the camera panned to Sandro, who stood at the top of the ramp, his face a mixture of determination and fury. When the buzzer sounded, the arena exploded as Sandro sprinted down the ramp, his eyes locked on the cage.

"Here comes Sandro!" the commentator yelled. "The final piece of Dragon Boom's team! But can he turn the tide that seems impossible to turn?"

The Empire was ready. Drew, Stu, Joe, Nick, and Creed crowded near the door, blocking Sandro's entry and daring him to step inside. It was a calculated trap; if Sandro entered, he would face an immediate five-on-one beatdown. But Sandro didn't hesitate. To the astonishment of everyone, he didn't go for the door. Instead, he began climbing the steel cage.

"What is Sandro doing?" one commentator shouted in disbelief. "He's climbing the cage! This is insane!"

The crowd roared, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as Sandro scaled the structure. The Empire, realizing his intentions, scrambled to react, but it was too late. Sandro reached the top of the cage, paused for a brief moment to steady himself, and then launched into a breathtaking diving moonsault.

Time seemed to slow as Sandro flew through the air, his body crashing down onto all five members of The Empire. The impact was catastrophic, with bodies scattering across the ring like bowling pins. The crowd erupted into deafening chants of "Holy shit! Holy shit!" as the commentators lost their minds.

"Oh my God! Sandro just took out everyone!" one commentator screamed. "This is what War Games is all about!"

The momentum shifted instantly. Sandro, despite the toll the dive took on his own body, was the first to his feet. Fueled by adrenaline, he rallied his teammates. Kofi, still dazed but inspired by Sandro's heroics, used the ropes to pull himself up. Sheamus, battered but unbroken, pounded his chest and let out a primal roar, signaling his readiness to fight.

Sandro's arrival reignited Dragon Boom's team members, and they fought back with renewed vigor. Moxley, free from the earlier beatdown, grabbed a nearby steel chain and wrapped it around his fist.

He unleashed a series of punishing strikes on Nick, who crumpled under the assault. Taylor, showcasing his agility, climbed to the top rope and executed a flawless moonsault onto Stu, leaving the Empire member writhing in pain.

Sheamus targeted Joe, the man who had been his nemesis for months. The two powerhouses exchanged heavy blows in the center of the ring, each strike reverberating through the arena. Joe attempted a Coquina Clutch, but Sheamus countered by ramming him backward into the cage wall. Seizing the opportunity, Sheamus delivered a thunderous Brogue Kick, sending Joe crashing to the mat.

Meanwhile, Sandro found himself face-to-face with Creed. The crowd buzzed with anticipation as the two locked eyes, their intense rivalry culminating in this moment. Creed swung a steel chair, but Sandro ducked and countered with a spinning heel kick that knocked the chair out of Creed's hands. Sandro followed up with a high-impact DDT onto the steel grating between the rings, stunning Creed.

Kofi and Taylor, working together, targeted Drew. Taylor launched himself off the ropes with a springboard dropkick, sending Drew stumbling into Kofi's waiting arms. Kofi executed Trouble in Paradise, and Drew collapsed in the corner, dazed.

The crowd was on fire as Dragon's Boom systematically dismantled The Empire. Moxley, now wielding a kendo stick, unleashed a relentless assault on Stu, driving him into the cage wall.

Sandro climbed the ropes once again, this time perching himself precariously on the top of the cage. The crowd held their breath as Sandro leaped into a picture-perfect Shooting Star Press, landing squarely on Nick for a thunderous impact.

"This kid is unbelievable!" a commentator shouted. "Sandro is leaving it all on the line!"

As the match reached its climax, the chaos inside the cage was unrelenting. Weapons were strewn everywhere, and bodies littered the mat. The crowd chanted, "This is awesome!" as Dragon Boom's team fought valiantly to overcome the odds.

In a final act of defiance, The Empire tried to mount one last offensive. Joe rallied his team, and they began isolating Sheamus, pummeling him with everything they had.

But Sandro, leading his teammates with unyielding determination, rallied Dragon's Boom for a final stand. Moxley delivered a devastating brainbuster to Stu, while Kofi hit a thunderous SOS on Drew.

Sandro and Creed faced off once more, the two trading devastating blows. Joe attempted a powerbomb, but Sandro reversed it into a hurricanrana, sending Joe crashing into Creed.

With the crowd at a fever pitch, Sandro climbed the ropes one last time. He delivered a breathtaking 450 Splash onto Joe, the impact shaking the ring.

The referee, who had been watching the carnage from outside the cage, slid in to count the pin as Sandro covered Joe. "One! Two! Three!" The bell rang, signaling the end of the brutal war.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Dragon Boom's team emerged victorious. Bloodied, battered, but triumphant, Sandro stood tall with his teammates, the steel cage serving as a monument to their resilience and unity.

The commentators summed it up best, "What a war! What a performance by Dragon Boom's team! Sandro just proved he's not only a rising star but a bona fide main eventer. This is a moment that will go down in FCW and even the entire wrestling industry history!"

As the crowd roared their approval, Sandro, Kofi, Taylor, Sheamus, and Moxley stood tall in the aftermath of one of the most grueling matches in FCW history. They raised their hands in celebration, each of them bloodied but victorious, basking in the ovation from the fans. The energy in the arena was electric, with chants of "Dragon's Boom!" echoing throughout.

Moxley, ever the showman, climbed to the top of the cage and sat on it, looking out at the roaring sea of fans. He pounded his fist against his chest, grinning ear to ear, while the crowd responded with thunderous cheers. Taylor slapped the hands of fans near the cage, while Kofi, Sheamus, and Sandro raised their arms triumphantly in the center of the ring.

The crowd clapped louder, showing their appreciation for the spectacle they had just witnessed. But as the celebrations continued, Joe, who had been pinned by Sandro to end the match, slowly rose to his feet. The energy in the arena shifted, fans falling into an anticipatory hush as Sandro and his teammates noticed Joe standing.

They immediately turned their attention to him, the elation on their faces replaced by steely determination. Sandro stepped forward slightly, leading the charge in case Joe decided to attack. Kofi and Sheamus flanked him protectively, while Taylor and Moxley stood ready to back their leader.

Joe, however, didn't attack. He remained stoic, his expression unreadable as he adjusted the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. The tension was palpable as Joe approached the referee, who had entered the cage to officiate the victory. He took his title from the referee, slinging it over his shoulder before turning his attention back to Sandro.

Without a word, Joe extended his hand toward Sandro. The crowd gasped in unison, unsure of what was about to happen.

The commentators reacted with shock, "Wait a second… is Joe… is he offering a handshake to Sandro?"

"After everything we've seen tonight, I didn't think Joe had it in him! This isn't part of the march anymore—this is real respect!"

Sandro froze for a moment, exchanging a quick glance with his teammates. None of them expected this; it was completely unscripted. But the sincerity in Joe's eyes was clear. Sandro didn't hesitate for long. He stepped forward, grasping Joe's hand firmly.

The arena erupted into cheers, fans on their feet applauding the unexpected show of sportsmanship. Joe gave Sandro a respectful nod, his gaze saying what words couldn't: You earned this.

"Wow, what a moment!" one commentator exclaimed. "Respect in wrestling is rare, but when it's earned, it's unforgettable. Sandro just received the ultimate acknowledgment from one of the toughest competitors in the game!"

Joe released Sandro's hand, stepping back. He glanced at the rest of Dragon's Boom, nodding at them as well, before exiting the cage with his title in hand. As Joe made his way up the ramp, the fans gave him a mixed reaction, a blend of respect for his gesture and lingering animosity for his role in The Empire's chaos.

Inside the ring, Sandro's teammates gathered around him, patting him on the back and celebrating the moment. But the atmosphere abruptly changed when Tyler, Moxley's tag team partner, entered the cage with a microphone in hand.

The crowd's cheers turned into a curious buzz as Tyler smirked, raising the microphone to his lips.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Tyler began, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I hate to be the guy to ruin such a… touching moment, but I've got something to say. So please, forgive me for interrupting this Hallmark ending."

Moxley, who had climbed down from the cage, shot Tyler a confused look but joined him in the center of the ring anyway. "Tyler, what the hell are you doing?" Moxley asked, half-jokingly.

Tyler grinned, patting his partner on the shoulder. "Relax, Jonny-boy. You'll thank me later."

The crowd was buzzing with curiosity, unsure of where this was going. Tyler paced around the ring, gesturing toward the team. "Now, don't get me wrong, what we just saw was incredible. Dragon's Boom coming together, taking down The Empire, Sandro and the rest of his team had proven that they were a resilient wrestler, round of applause for these guys, huh?"

The crowd obliged, cheering loudly. Sandro and his teammates exchanged confused glances, unsure of what Tyler was building toward. "But," Tyler continued, his tone shifting, "this is wrestling, folks. And in wrestling, we don't just let people like Sandro here have their moment without a little challenge, do we?" The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and boos, sensing where this was headed.

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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