Becoming A Wrestler

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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.

Tyler paced around the ring, microphone in hand, the smirk on his face widening as he basked in the crowd's mixed reaction. Sandro, Kofi, Taylor, and Sheamus exchanged wary glances, clearly anticipating what was coming. Moxley, however, seemed as caught off guard as the rest of Dragon's Boom, his brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at his tag partner.

Seeing all eyes on him, Tyler stopped pacing and let the moment linger before continuing. "Now, you all remember the deal, don't you?" he asked, his voice cutting through the din of the crowd. "You know, the little agreement Sandro here made to get Jonny-boy Moxley to join Dragon's Boom for this War Games match?"

Taylor instinctively stepped forward, his protective instincts kicking in, but Sandro and Kofi both placed firm hands on his shoulders, shaking their heads. It was clear from their expressions that a deal was a deal, and they were going to honor it.

Tyler noticed the gesture and chuckled to himself. "That's right," he said, pointing the microphone directly at Sandro. "You made a deal, Sandro. And now, it's time to pay up. Because thanks to that little agreement, Moxley and I have the right to a title shot anytime, anywhere, and anyplace. And guess what? We're cashing in that opportunity."

The crowd buzzed, a mix of shock, excitement, and disbelief rippling through the arena.

"You're challenging us now?" Kofi asked, stepping forward. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. "After everything we just went through, you're calling for a match right now?"

Tyler held up his free hand as if to calm the situation. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kofi. Relax, my guy. I'm not that cruel. No, we're not challenging you right now. That would be… unsportsmanlike."

The sarcasm in his tone was thick enough to cut with a knife. "Instead, we're going to give you some time to rest, recover, and, you know, process the fact that you just survived one of the most brutal matches in FCW history. So how about this? Next week, live on FCW Monday Live, Moxley and I challenge you and Kofi for the FCW Tag Team Championships. What do you say?"

The crowd roared, and the tension in the ring was palpable. Taylor stepped forward again, glaring at Tyler, but this time Sandro spoke up, his voice calm but firm. "Taylor," he said, placing a hand on his teammate's chest, "a deal's a deal."

"But—" Taylor began, his frustration evident.

"No buts," Sandro interrupted. "Me and Kofi knew what we were agreeing to when we brought Moxley onto the team. And let's not pretend we didn't need Moxley tonight. Without him, we might not have won."

Taylor clenched his fists, clearly unhappy but ultimately trusting Sandro's insting. He nodded reluctantly, stepping back.

"That's what I like to see!" Tyler exclaimed, his grin widening as he took a few steps closer to Sandro. "A man of his word. Respect, Sandro. Respect."

Moxley, who had been silent this whole time, finally spoke up, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Tyler," he said, his tone laced with irritation. "Did we really have to do this right now? Couldn't this wait? We just went through hell, and you're out here making challenges like it's nothing."

Tyler turned to his partner, his smirk faltering for the first time. "Jon, come on. You know how this works. Timing is everything. The crowd loves it. They want this. We want this. Don't tell me you're not on board."

Moxley ran a hand through his hair, clearly torn. He looked over at Sandro, who met his gaze with an understanding nod. "It's fine," Sandro said simply. "You earned this, Mox."

Moxley sighed, his internal conflict evident, but he ultimately nodded. "Fine," he said, turning back to Tyler. "But next time, maybe run it by me first before you go shooting your mouth off."

"Noted," Tyler replied, the smirk returning to his face. He turned back to the rest of Dragon's Boom. "So, it's official then. Next week, Moxley and I versus Kofi and Taylor for the FCW Tag Team Championships. Better get ready, boys. You've got six days to rest up before we take those belts off your hands."

With that, Tyler dropped the microphone and exited the cage, gesturing for Moxley to follow. Moxley lingered for a moment, locking eyes with Sandro once more. There was a mutual respect between the two, but also an unspoken tension. Finally, Moxley nodded and followed Tyler up the ramp, leaving Sandro and the rest of Dragon Boom's team in the ring.

The crowd was buzzing, the energy in the arena still electric from the events of the night. The camera for the fans at home zoomed onto Sandro and his teammates as he turned to his teammates, who were still processing what had just happened.

"You sure about this?" Sheamus asked, his voice low. "After everything you and Kofi just went through, taking on Moxley and Tyler next week might not be the best idea."

Sandro nodded. "We made a deal. And we don't back down from challenges. If they want a fight, we'll give them a fight."

Taylor, still visibly frustrated, finally spoke up. "Fine. But if they think they're walking out with yours and Kofi's titles, they've got another thing coming."

Kofi clapped Taylor on the back, a grin spreading across his face. "That's the spirit, Taylor. We've faced tougher odds than this before. Next week, we'll show them why we're the champs."

The team exchanged nods, their resolve solidifying. The night had been grueling, but they weren't about to let anyone, especially Tyler, steal their thunder.

As the crowd continued to cheer, Sandro climbed one last time to the top turnbuckle, raising his arms triumphantly. The rest of Dragon's Boom followed suit, standing tall in the ring and soaking in the adoration of the fans.

The night wasn't over, but the next chapter of their story was already beginning to take shape. And if Sandro and Kofi had proven anything tonight, it was that they were more than ready for whatever came next.

Meanwhile, At WWE Headquarters in Stamford, the atmosphere inside Stephanie McMahon's office was buzzing. The large flat-screen television mounted on the wall displayed the FCW War Games pay-per-view, with the replay of the brutal main event still playing.

Stephanie leaned forward in her chair, her elbows resting on her desk as she watched the screen intently. Triple H stood nearby, arms crossed, nodding approvingly as the action unfolded.

"That was something else," Stephanie said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "Sandro and his team really brought it tonight. That War Games match could easily rival anything we've done on RAW or SmackDown."

Triple H smirked, glancing at his wife. "It's exactly what we've been talking about. You give these guys a platform, a real opportunity to showcase their talents, and they deliver. This is the future, Steph. Matches like this, storytelling like this, it's what's going to keep us ahead."

Stephanie nodded, her mind already racing with ideas. "The crowd reaction was insane. And the way they used Moxley as a wild card? Brilliant. That kind of unpredictable energy is what keeps people invested. Imagine if we adopted something like this for Survivor Series. War Games on the main roster, Hunter, it's long overdue."

Triple H chuckled. "I've been saying that for years. Dusty's concept is timeless. What Sandro, Kofi, and the rest of their team did tonight proved it's still a draw. And Tyler? That guy will get heat for days for launching the challenge. The way he called them out after the match, he knows how to play the crowd."

Stephanie leaned back in her chair, her gaze still fixed on the screen. "I'm thinking we could test something on SmackDown. Maybe build toward a War Games match at Survivor Series or even WrestleMania. We'd need the right factions, of course, but—"

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the office door. Stephanie and Triple H exchanged a curious glance. "Come in," Stephanie called.

The door opened, and a sharply dressed woman in a secretary outfit stepped inside. Her posture was professional, but there was a slight edge of urgency in her demeanor. "Ms. McMahon, Mr. Levesque," she began, addressing them both, "Mr. McMahon is requesting your presence in his office. He wants to discuss the FCW War Games pay-per-view."

Stephanie arched an eyebrow. "My father?" she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice. "He's been keeping tabs on the FCW pay per view? That's unusual, he usually doesn't watch on something that he agreed on after being pressured."

The secretary nodded. "He's been watching the show all night. He seemed... intrigued by the main event."

Triple H smirked, unable to resist a playful jab. "Intrigued? Or is he trying to figure out how to take credit for it after he agreed for the pay per view to happen?"

Stephanie shot him a look, though there was a faint smile on her lips. "Thank you," she told the secretary. "Let him know we'll be there shortly."

As the door closed, Stephanie turned to Triple H. "This should be interesting. If Dad was truly interested in what's happening at FCW now after he gave it to me to manage, it either means he's impressed or he's looking to micromanage."

Triple H shrugged. "Probably a bit of both. But you know Vince, if he sees potential, he'll want to take control and capitalize on it. The question is, how does he plan to do that?"

Stephanie stood, smoothing the front of her blazer. "Only one way to find out. Let's go."

The two left Stephanie's office and made their way through the sleek, modern halls of WWE Headquarters. The building was quiet at this hour, most employees having gone home for the night, but the energy of the War Games pay-per-view still lingered in the air. It was the kind of show that left a lasting impression, even on the corporate side.

When they reached Vince McMahon's office, Stephanie knocked briskly before opening the door. Vince was seated behind his massive desk, his eyes fixed on a monitor displaying highlights from the War Games match. Despite his age, Vince's presence was as commanding as ever. He looked up as they entered, gesturing for them to sit.

"Stephanie, Paul," Vince said, his tone unusually calm. "Take a seat." The two complied, both silently assessing Vince's mood. His expression was thoughtful, almost contemplative, as he leaned back in his chair.

"I've been watching FCW tonight," Vince began, his voice measured. "Specifically, that main event. War Games." He paused, letting the words hang in the air. "It was damn impressive."

Triple H leaned forward slightly, a hint of a smile on his face. "Glad you think so, Vince. Stephanie alongside Steve and Dusty have been working hard to give FCW a distinct identity while staying true to the core of what WWE is about. Sandro and his team delivered tonight."

Vince nodded, his sharp eyes flicking to the monitor again. "Sandro. That kid's got something. He's still green in this industry, but there's massive potential there. And that Tyler… he knows how to generate heat by placing the challenge just after the match. The whole angle with Moxley was well-executed."

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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