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For two weeks, she'd been avoiding him. Not in any overt or cold way, no, Alexa was far too kind for that, but in subtle shifts, the way she'd change direction when she saw him coming down the hallway, the polite but rushed "hey" backstage, the way she'd conveniently always be busy whenever their paths might cross.
And Sandro?
He let her.
Not because he wanted the distance, but because he didn't know what the hell to do with the feelings churning inside him. He wasn't blind, he could tell that kiss had come from somewhere deeper in Alexa's heart. And if he was being honest with himself, his confusion wasn't just about her feelings. It was about his own.
He never saw her that way before, at least, that's what he told himself. Alexa was someone he protected, someone whose talent he nurtured, someone he saw almost like a younger sister.
But the moment her lips touched his cheek, something had shifted. Something had slipped past the walls he'd so carefully built, and now it was there, whispering in the quiet moments, tugging at his focus.
And focus was something he desperately needed.
In the past two weeks, Sandro had defended both his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship and his TNA World Heavyweight title. He'd defended the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship on the weekly FCW Monday show and the TNA World Heavyweight Championship on Impact Zone, walking away from both matches battered but victorious.
The crowd was still firmly behind him. The locker room still respected him. But Sandro knew better than anyone that momentum never lasted forever.
But now, it was time.
Tonight wasn't about victory. Tonight was about transition.
Tonight, Bray Wyatt was stepping into the spotlight.
Sandro sat there, still in his ring gear, the heavy weight of both titles resting in his hands. His fingers traced absent patterns over the plates, feeling the cool metal against his calloused skin. This was the end of something, maybe not the end of his career, but the end of this chapter.
Soon, he'd lose the FCW title, and not long after, the TNA title would follow, that a how it was in the business. And that was okay. Maybe it was time to go up to RAW or SmackDown, to test himself on a bigger stage, under brighter lights. He wasn't bitter. If anything, he was… excited.
The thought surprised him.
He was so lost in those thoughts that he didn't hear the knock on the door, just the quiet creak as it opened.
"Sandro," came Dusty's familiar, gravelly voice, followed by Steve Keirn's steadier tone, "you ready, kid?"
Sandro glanced up, blinking as if waking from a dream. His fingers tightened once around the titles before he rose smoothly to his feet, slinging the Florida title over his left shoulder, the TNA title over his right.
"Yeah," he said softly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, I'm ready."
They led him toward the gorilla position, the hallway buzzing with the low thrum of energy that only came before the main event.
Sandro knew these walls, knew this feeling, the nervous laughter, the last minute pep talks, the sound of a crowd just beyond the curtain. But tonight, something was different.
As he turned the corner, he froze.
Waiting at the gorilla was his entire crew.
Nick Nemeth leaned casually against a crate, his signature smirk in place. Kofi Kingston was there, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, his infectious energy already filling the space.
Sheamus, arms crossed, shot Sandro a grin, while Drew McIntyre gave him a firm nod, respect gleaming in his eyes. Stu Bennett, Taylor Rotunda, James Storm, Bobby Roode, and Big E, all of them were there, forming a loose circle, a family forged in sweat and sacrifice.
Rebecca stood near the edge, her blonde hair tucked behind her ear, eyes warm as they met his. And beside her was April, who gave him a small, private smile, the kind that always made his chest tighten just a little. No one here, except a few, knew they were together. And that secret, strangely, made it all the more precious.
And then… Alexa.
She stood slightly apart, arms folded across her chest, blonde hair falling in soft waves around her face. When her eyes met his, there was a flicker of something, hesitation, shyness, a nervous twist of her lips. But she didn't look away this time.
For a beat, no one spoke.
Then Nick clapped his hands together. "Well, if it isn't the double champ himself," he drawled. "Ready to make some history, man?"
Sandro chuckled, shaking his head. "Something like that."
Kofi punched his shoulder lightly. "You've got this, bro. No matter what the result out there, we're behind you all the way. Especially me, Taylor, and Big E, since we will follow you out."
Drew clapped a heavy hand on his back. "And we'll be watching the match mate. Don't screw it up."
The tension broke into soft laughter, a wave of easy camaraderie rolling through the group. Sandro felt something loosen in his chest, the knot of anxiety unraveling just a little.
For a moment, everyone just looked at each other. The noise around them faded, the bustle of the crew and the buzz of the crowd blurring into the background.
Then the cue came.
Sandro exhaled slowly, rolled his shoulders, and turned toward the curtain. The weight of the titles on his shoulders felt heavier now, but it was a weight he was ready to carry, one last time.
As the can't of personality hit and the crowd roared, Sandro stepped through the curtain followed by Kofi, Taylor, and Big E, his heart pounding in time with the beat, his mind clear, his purpose sharp. In the ring, Bray Wyatt waited alongside his family, Luke Harper and Erick Rowan on the ringside.
The fans erupted as soon as Sandro, Kofi, Taylor, and Big E emerged from the curtain. The energy inside the FCW Arena surged, a tidal wave of cheers and applause rolling down the stands as the four men strode down the ramp.
There was something undeniably electric about this entrance, the sight of Sandro and Kofi, the former tag team champions, Dragon Boom, had made up after their incident a couple of weeks ago, sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd.
"And the champion," the ring announcer called, his voice booming through the speakers, "accompanied by Kofi Kingston, Taylor Rotunda, and Big E… representing Dragon Boom… from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 220 pounds… he is the TNA World Heavyweight Champion AND the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion… SANDRO ZHANG!"
Sandro took a breath, feeling the heat of the moment settle into his bones. Kofi gave his shoulder a firm squeeze before peeling off toward the ringside area with Taylor and Big E, setting up in his corner.
Sandro stepped through the ropes, pausing at the center of the ring to strike his signature pose, arms wide, head tipped back, a cocky grin pulling at his mouth. The lights caught the gold of his titles as he raised them high, the weight of both championships undeniable in his grasp.
The crowd roared, a chant building from the front rows and rolling to the back, "SAN-DRO! SAN-DRO!"
The referee approached, hands extended. Sandro looked at the two titles one last time, the symbols of his reign, his sweat, his sacrifices, then handed them over with a quiet exhale.
The TNA World Heavyweight Championship was handed to the ringside crew, while the referee raised the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship high overhead, turning in a slow circle so every fan could see it gleaming under the lights. The moment hung there, a snapshot in time, the final seconds of Sandro's reign.
The referee handed the title out to the crew, then turned, checked with both competitors, and signaled for the bell.
DING DING DING!
The commentators' voices sparked to life over the action.
"Here we go, folks, this is what we've all been waiting for!"
"Bray Wyatt is challenging Sandro Zhang for the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship. The atmosphere is thick in here tonight. You can feel it in your chest."
Bray Wyatt stepped forward, a slow grin curling on his lips. His arms opened wide, welcoming Sandro into the dark, the eerie calm of his madness painted across his face. Sandro didn't hesitate.
He surged forward, locking up with Bray in a stiff collar and elbow tie up, the sound of their boots scraping across the mat loud even over the roar of the crowd.
The two struggled for control, muscles straining, teeth clenched. Bray managed to muscle Sandro back a step, but Sandro shifted his weight, twisting into a side headlock, wrenching down hard.
Bray grunted, hands braced against Sandro's side, then shoved him off, sending Sandro into the ropes. Sandro rebounded with speed, ducking under a lariat attempt, bouncing off the opposite ropes, and flying back at Bray with a shoulder block that barely staggered the bigger man.
"Oooh! Sandro is trying to chop the tree down early!"
"But Bray's still on his feet!"
Sandro didn't stop. He hit the ropes again, coming back with a flying forearm that rocked Bray, sending him a half step back. The crowd leaned forward, on the edge of their seats.
Sandro kept the momentum, firing off with a series of sharp kicks to Bray's thighs, trying to slow the monster down. Bray caught the last kick, grinning widely as he spun Sandro around, but Sandro anticipated it, twisting mid spin and landing a jumping enzuigiri flush against Bray's head.
"Beautiful counter!"
"Man, Sandro's dialed in tonight!"
Bray staggered to a knee. Sandro seized the moment, hitting the ropes and flying in with a shining wizard. Bray crumpled to the mat. Sandro hooked the leg.
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!
Bray powered out, shoving Sandro back with authority. Sandro hit the ropes, popped up to his feet, and circled, eyes sharp. Bray rose slowly, smiling like a man who enjoyed the pain, who thrived on it.
They locked up again, this time Bray wrenching Sandro into a headlock, grinding him down, forcing him to the mat. Sandro fought back to his feet, elbowing free, but Bray was relentless.
He crushed Sandro with a running body block, sending him sprawling to the mat, then followed with a senton splash that drove the air from Sandro's lungs.
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!
"Resilience from the champ!"
"Bray Wyatt, though, look at his face. He's not frustrated. He's enjoying this."
The pace quickened. Bray used his size to his advantage, smothering Sandro with big strikes, heavy suplexes, and brutal back elbows in the corner. But Sandro's heart was on full display.
He rallied back, slipping out of Sister Abigail's attempts, lighting Bray up with stiff chops, landing a springboard crossbody, even managing a near fall off the Top System Cutter, his signature move.
The crowd was losing their minds, chants of "THIS IS AWESOME!" ringing through the building.
Then came the chaos.
Outside the ring, Luke Harper and Erick Rowan circled the ring like wolves scenting blood. Kofi, Taylor, and Big E watched them warily, exchanging glances, muscles tensed.
It only took one spark.
Rowan lunged at Taylor.
The brawl erupted like a lightning strike.
The fans surged to their feet as the ringside area exploded into chaos. Kofi launched himself over the steel steps at Harper, fists flying.
Big E tackled Rowan near the announce desk. Taylor threw wild shots, ducking and weaving as Harper swung back.
Inside the ring, Sandro, mid climb to the top turnbuckle for his finisher, paused, his head whipping around at the commotion.
"Hey, hey, what's going on out here?!" the older commentator shouted.
"The referee's lost control, we've got chaos at the ringside!"
The referee leaned over the ropes, shouting, trying to regain order.
Sandro turned, eyes flicking to his friends, just for a heartbeat.
And it was that moment that Bray was waiting for.
In an instant, Bray snatched Sandro off the top turnbuckle, causing Sandro to hit his jaw hard on the top turnbuckle, spinning him around, locking him in, and hitting the Sister Abigail.
WHAM!
The crowd gasped as Sandro's body snapped against the canvas.
"OH MY GOD!"
"NO WAY!"
Bray sprawled over Sandro, hooking the leg, his body heaving with exertion. The referee turned back and, seeing this, immediately went for the pin.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
The bell rang.
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner! AND NEW FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion!! BRAY WYATT!!"
The air was sucked out of the room. For a moment, there was only the sound of the bell, of Bray's theme cutting through the stunned silence. Then the crowd reacted, a mix of gasps, boos, shocked cheers, hands flying to mouths. It was real. It had happened. Sandro Zhang's reign, the most dominant in FCW history, was over.
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Name: Alessandro Zhang
Age: 19 (2009)
Birthplace: Orlando, Florida USA
Brand: FCW
Wrestling Style: Mixed Of All styles
Faction: Dragon Boom (Tag Team)
Championship History: 1x FCW Tag Team Champions, 1x FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, & 1x TNA World Heavyweight Champion