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"I don't care who's next. I don't care if it's TNA, FCW, or someone walkin' in from the outside. You want this gold? You come get it. Because I'm not backin' down from anyone!" She dropped the mic with a metallic thud, raising both belts high once more as her music hit. The camera followed her up the ramp, where she paused at the stage, turning to face the crowd, holding both titles aloft, soaking in the deafening cheers.
Back at the announce desk, Tenay and West recapped the action, hyping up the rest of the card.
"We've still got so much to come tonight," Tenay reminded. "But what a statement by Rebecca Knox."
"No question, Mike," West said. "If you're in that Knockouts locker room or the FCW women's locker room, you just got put on notice."
As Rebecca disappeared behind the curtain, the scene shifted backstage.
In the hallway, Sandro approached Rebecca as she came through gorilla, clapping his hands slowly. "Well done," he murmured, nodding. Rebecca smirked, bumping one of the belts against his shoulder.
"Your turn will be next soon, champ," she teased, brushing past him.
Sandro chuckled softly, watching her go.
The camera cut back to the ring crew resetting for the next match as the crowd inside the Impact Zone was still buzzing after Rebecca's triumphant victory.
Fans were on their feet, chatting, laughing, slapping the barricades, riding the high of what had been a night of unforgettable action so far. But they all knew it wasn't over. Not even close.
Backstage, in the dim glow of the gorilla position, Sandro Zhang stood ready. Dressed in his ring gear, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship gleaming on his waist, and the TNA World Heavyweight Championship proudly resting on his left shoulder, he looked every bit the champion he had become.
In his right hand, he held a microphone, fingers tapping rhythmically against it as he waited for his cue. His expression was calm and focused, but in his eyes, there was fire.
One of the producers leaned in, headset slightly askew, giving Sandro the go ahead with a nod and a tap on the shoulder.
The opening riff of Cult of Personality hit the speakers.
The Impact Zone exploded.
Fans leaped to their feet, the cheers instantly deafening. The reaction was electric, waves of excitement pulsing through the arena. And when Sandro stepped out onto the stage, soaking in the moment, they got even louder.
A wide grin spread across his face as he stood at the top of the ramp, breathing it all in, the chants, the signs waving in the air, the people pounding on the railings. This was it. This was why he did it.
The ring announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion AND the TNA World Heavyweight Champion… SANDRO ZHANG!"
The noise climbed another level.
Mike Tenay's voice crackled over the commentary:
"Oh, what a sight this is, Don! For the first time on Impact, we're seeing the double heavyweight champion himself, Sandro Zhang!"
"I've got goosebumps, Mike!" Don West shot back. "What a moment! This is a guy who shocked the world at Forbidden Door, beat Kurt Angle clean in the middle of that ring, and now he's standing here in TNA, holding both world titles!*
As Sandro strode confidently down the ramp, he slapped hands with fans reaching over the barricade, pausing a few times to point toward fans holding "SANDRO 2 BELTS" and "FCW + TNA = DOMINANCE" signs. He climbed up the steel steps, ducked between the ropes, and stepped into the center of the ring.
He lifted the TNA World Heavyweight Championship high into the air with his left hand, turning slowly as the crowd roared with approval, cameras flashing from every corner of the arena.
Then, with practiced ease, he slung the belt back over his shoulder, adjusted the FCW title on his waist, and raised the microphone to his lips.
The crowd quieted just enough for his voice to cut through.
"I guess… I guess this is the part where I say, 'Welcome to the Sandro's Show, huh?'"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Sandro smirked, nodding. "Look, I know some of you here might not know me. Maybe you've just been following TNA and wondering, 'Who the hell is this guy who showed up and took down Kurt Angle?' Fair question. Let me tell you."
He began pacing the ring, his voice confident but measured. "I came out of FCW. I fought through every name they threw at me. Samoa Joe. Drew McIntyre. Nick Nemeth. Stu Bennet. You name 'em, I beat 'em. I wasn't handed a damn thing. I scratched, clawed, and bled to earn this…"
He patted the Florida Heavyweight Championship, "and when the chance came at Forbidden Door, when they said, 'Hey Sandro, do you wanna step into another lion's den and face Kurt Angle for the TNA World Heavyweight Title?'… I didn't blink. I didn't hesitate."
The crowd chanted loudly, "SAN-DRO! SAN-DRO!"
Mike Tenay grinned on commentary. "Listen to this crowd, Don! They are eating it up."
Don West chuckled. "He's already the face of FCW, Mike and you can feel it he's on his way to becoming the face of TNA too."
Sandro raised the mic again, a gleam in his eye. "And now, here I stand. With both belts. FCW's finest. TNA's new heavyweight king. And I'm here to tell you all something simple."
He paused, lifting both titles up for emphasis.
"I don't care who you are. I don't care if you're TNA, FCW, or some outsider knockin' at the door… You want this gold? Come and take it. Because I'm not backin' down from anybody!"
The fans roared. Sandro dropped the mic to his side, pacing, nodding along with the chants of his name.
But just as the energy peaked…
"MMMMAAAAAGNUSSSS!!!"
Brutus Magnus' theme hit the speakers.
The crowd's cheers instantly turned to loud, vicious boos.
Magnus strode onto the stage with that signature smug grin, microphone in hand, dressed in his ring gear, a black leather jacket hanging from his shoulders.
He paused at the top of the ramp, soaking in the hostile crowd, brushing some imaginary dust off his shoulder with exaggerated arrogance.
"Cut his mic, cut his music!" Magnus barked into the microphone as he walked down the ramp. The music faded, but the boos only grew.
"Oh, here we go," Tenay groaned. "Trust Brutus Magnus to rain on the parade."
Magnus smirked as he circled the ring, eyes locked on Sandro, who stood tall and unflinching in the center.
"Let me get this straight…" Magnus began, stepping through the ropes. "I'm supposed to stand back there, in the locker room, and watch you come out here, parade around like a peacock with your shiny belts, and act like you're some kind of conquering hero?"
The crowd erupted in boos, chanting, "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!"
Magnus sneered, waving them off. "No, no, no — let's be real here. You got lucky at Forbidden Door. Kurt Angle had a bad night. That doesn't make you the face of anything. You're not the face of TNA, Sandro. Hell, you're barely the face of Florida."
Sandro tilted his head, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he folded his arms across his chest.
Magnus jabbed a finger toward the belts. "So here's what's gonna happen, sunshine. You're gonna put both those titles on the line, right here, right now, against me. And when I walk out of here with that gold, the history books are gonna remember tonight not as the Sandro Era… but as the Magnus Takeover."
The crowd booed relentlessly.
Sandro slowly raised his microphone. "Magnus… you done flappin' your gums, or do you need a minute to catch your breath?"
The crowd roared with laughter.
Magnus clenched his jaw, pacing.
Sandro nodded, stepping forward until they were nearly nose to nose. *You want a match? You want both titles on the line? Brother, I was born for nights like this."
The fans erupted into wild cheers.
Mike Tenay was practically bouncing in his chair. "Are we about to see a double title defense?!"
"Let's go, Sandro!" Don West yelled.
Sandro pulled the FCW Florida Heavyweight title off his waist and tossed it to the referee. He then handed over the TNA World Heavyweight title, smirking at Magnus. "Hope you're ready to drown, big man, because you're stepping into deep water tonight."
After Sandro finished his word, he threw his microphone out of the ring, the metallic clatter was swallowed by the buzz of the crowd. He peeled off his ring coat, folding it once over his arm before flinging it out to the ring crew waiting at ringside.
His face was a picture of calm determination, but his eyes burned with the unmistakable fire of competition. Across the ring, Magnus mirrored the motions, slipping out of his leather jacket with a lazy smirk, stretching his neck from side to side as if this were just another night at the office.
The referee, standing between them, lifted both championships high, the FCW Florida Heavyweight and the TNA World Heavyweight titles gleamed under the white hot arena lights.
A roar surged through the Impact Zone, fans rising to their feet, arms thrown in the air, and camera flashes bursting like stars. With a decisive nod, the referee handed the belts to the ringside crew, turned, and with a sharp wave of his hand signaled for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Mike Tenay's voice crackled with excitement. "Here we go, Don! This is it! Both championships on the line — Sandro Zhang versus Brutus Magnus — the stakes couldn't be any higher!"
Don West was practically yelling over the crowd. "I've got chills, Mike! This is going to be one of the next matches in the recent history of TNA!"
The two circled one another like apex predators. Sandro's shoulders rolled loose, feet light on the mat, while Magnus oozed smug confidence, chin slightly raised as he measured his opponent.
They came together with a sharp collar and elbow tie- up, the crowd roaring with anticipation. Magnus, with a slight size advantage, muscled Sandro backward, but Sandro twisted at the last second, reversing momentum and pushing Magnus into the ropes.
The referee called for the break, and to his credit, Sandro gave a clean break, with a cheeky tap to Magnus' chest.
Magnus snorted, shaking his head with a half laugh, but his eyes hardened.
They locked up again, this time Magnus catching Sandro in a tight side headlock. Sandro shoved him off into the ropes, Magnus rebounded, shoulder tackle, but Sandro stood firm, barely budging. The crowd exploded with cheers.
"Whoa! Look at Sandro!" Tenay exclaimed. "He didn't even flinch!"
Magnus scowled, pointing to the ropes, daring Sandro to try it. Sandro obliged, hitting the ropes hard, coming back with a shoulder block of his own, sending Magnus sprawling onto his back. The arena erupted.
Magnus rolled out of the ring, slapping the apron in frustration, pacing along ringside as the referee counted. Sandro stayed in the ring, arms wide, inviting Magnus back in.
"This crowd is solidly behind Sandro tonight," Don West observed, "and Magnus knows it."
Magnus took his time, finally sliding back in at the count of eight. This time, no tie up. Magnus lunged with a boot, but Sandro caught it, spinning Magnus around and pulling him in with a quick snap suplex.
Magnus clutched his back as Sandro popped to his feet, fists raised, drawing another surge of noise from the crowd.
Magnus scrambled up, cutting Sandro off with a thumb to the eye behind the referee's back, the boos raining down as Magnus smirked.
He hammered Sandro with clubbing forearms to the back, then drove him chest first into the turnbuckle. With Sandro staggering, Magnus hit a picture perfect backdrop suplex, floating into a cover.
One!
Tw—
Sandro powered out.
Magnus yanked him up, locking in a rear chinlock, grinding the double champion down to a knee.
Mike Tenay leaned in. "This is where Magnus shines, Don. He's a technician — he slows the pace, and picks apart his opponent. But he also has to be careful, as Sandro himself has a background as a state champion wrestler!"
But the crowd refused to stay quiet. "LET'S GO SAN-DRO!" they chanted in rhythmic waves. Sandro's fists clenched, his boot stomping against the mat in time with the chant. Slowly, he surged upward, elbowing Magnus in the ribs, breaking free, only for Magnus to wrench him down by the hair, slamming him hard.
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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, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion