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Pictures started surfacing, grainy, shaky phone pictures that spread like wildfire, each one dissected frame by frame. One picture in particular caught the moment Sandro leaned in, whispering something into Big E's ear. Fans are desperate to know what words from Sandro that flipped Big E's nature like a switch.
"What the hell did Sandro SAY to Big E?!" was trending within an hour.
Some fans begin to speculate,
"He must have promised Big E something. Money? TNA title shot?"
"No way. It should be deeper than that. That wasn't a deal, it was manipulation."
"Or maybe E was waiting for this moment all along. Maybe Sandro just unlocked something in him or allowed him to go berserk."
But one thing everyone agreed on, this moment wasn't just a random and sudden turn.
Fans dug up past promos, interactions, and matches like detectives on a crime scene.
"Go back a few weeks," one longtime fan posted on the forum, attaching a YouTube video name from the FCW Official YouTube channel. "Sandro snapped at Kofi backstage when Kofi tried to calm him down after the disqualification loss in the triple threat with Moxley and Black. We all thought it was just frustration… but now it's clear. That was the crack in the dam."
Others pointed to subtle changes in Sandro's demeanor. His entrances had been more intense, his eyes colder, his post match expressions darker. He had walked the line between hero and villain for months, but no one saw this brutal implosion coming, at least, not like this.
On Twitter, fan artists got to work. Within hours, fan art of Sandro's face, twisted in rage, circulated alongside captions like "True colors revealed" and "The fall of a hero." Edits popped up of Bray Wyatt laughing in the ring, with captions like "He knew all along."
Because Bray, in his cryptic way, had called this.
Weeks ago, Bray had stood in the ring, a sly grin beneath the dim lights, murmuring into the mic,
"Pressure… it cracks even the brightest diamonds. And you, Sandro, are one heartbeat away from shattering."
And tonight, Sandro shattered.
The speculation went further.
"This isn't just a heel turn," one thread claimed. "This is a mental collapse storyline. The weight of the title, the pressure from Bray, the expectation from Kofi and Taylor… it broke him. This is long term storytelling at its best."
"Or," another fan countered, "this was the true Sandro all along. The ambition. The ego. The pride. He just kept it buried under the 'good guy' mask until now."
The keywords trended worldwide. Sandro Heel Turn, Betrayal On The Ramp, Kofi Deserved Better, and Big E Why.
One thing for sure was that Sandro suddenly turning heel was a shock to many, and at this time in the backstage area, Sandro was with Kofi, Taylor, and Big E, where Sandro and E were buying the two men some drinks from a vending machine as compensation for the bit too hard hits they had delivered during the segment.
Kofi was rubbing his jaw playfully, chuckling as he shook his head. "Man, y'all really laid it in there tonight. I thought Big E was gonna kick me into next week, it was that hard."
Sandro grinned as he handed Kofi a cold bottle. "My bad, Kof. You know how it is, gotta sell it. Besides, you know E's been waiting to kick you like that for months."
Big E snorted with a laugh, passing Taylor a sports drink. "You knew the receipt was coming eventually. Love tap, brother."
Taylor waved a dismissive hand but smiled. "All good, all good. Hell of a bump, though. That crowd? Man, they exploded."
As the four of them stood there cooling off and sharing post show laughs, the locker room door opened and in walked Sheamus, Nick, Drew, Stu, James Storm, Bobby Roode, Rebecca, April, and Alexa. The group buzzed with energy, fresh off the high of the night's chaos, eyes wide and smiles big.
Sheamus was the first to speak, clapping Sandro hard on the shoulder. "Holy shite, fella! That was something else! You had everyone gobsmacked!"
Nick nodded eagerly. "None of us saw it coming, not like that. The way you leaned in to E? Like, what did you even say to him?"
Drew added with a low whistle, "Biggest turn since Austin aligning with Vince McMahon, man. It was brutal. Cold. Beautifully done."
Sandro just smiled, a calm, almost sly look on his face. "It was all part of the judgment call. Been feeling it in my gut for weeks now. Babyface's gig was going stale, felt like I was losing my edge. Needed to shake things up. And judging by the crowd? I think we nailed it."
Rebecca grinned. "Fans are eating it up like crazy. Twitter's on fire. Someone called it 'the fall of a hero.' That's straight poetry.".
April leaned against the wall, arms crossed but eyes locked on Sandro with quiet admiration. "You pulled it off perfectly. E too. It was raw, emotional… like something snapped in the ring."
Big E chuckled and pointed at Sandro. "Hey, he's the mastermind. I just followed the whisper."
That drew a laugh from the group, but then Nick raised his brow. "What did Dusty say? And Steve?"
"Oh, Dusty was shocked, for sure," Sandro said with a laugh. "You should've seen his face, mouth open, his mouth opened halfway when he returned backstage. But after it sank in, he loved it. Said it gave him a heart attack in a good way. Steve said it will bring money for sure, and the internet will be on fire."
A collective "ooooh" rolled through the crowd, with a few chuckles and nods of approval. Everyone started chatting animatedly about fan reactions, arts already floating online, theories, forum breakdowns, and even some goofy pictures edited with dramatic flair.
As the group kept the energy alive, April and Sandro shared a quiet, knowing look. Her lips curled into a small, teasing smile, and Sandro couldn't help but wink. It was a quick gesture, something subtle just for her. But standing right beside April, Alexa caught it, and it hit her like a spark.
Her eyes widened just slightly. A rosy blush crept into her cheeks, and she quickly looked away, pretending to sip her drink to hide her expression.
Rebecca, always observant, tilted her head and gave Alexa a puzzled look. "Hey, you okay? You look like you've got a fever or something."
The comment caught the attention of the group. Taylor looked over, and so did Kofi. Even Big E raised an eyebrow.
Alexa quickly waved her hand, laughing nervously. "No, no, I'm fine! Just… probably the heat or something. These lights are brutal."
Sandro, watching from the corner of his eye, realized it. The wink he meant for April was intercepted. And judging by Alexa's flustered face, she thought it was for her.
He didn't mean to.
Or… maybe he wasn't sure.
Either way, he didn't correct it. Not in that moment.
Eventually, the group began to splinter off, people gathering their gear, heading out to their cars or back to their hotel rooms. Kofi fist bumped Sandro and Taylor, saying, "Y'all better get some sleep. You know Dusty's gonna want to milk this momentum hard starting next taping."
April hung back, moving a little slower, casually checking her phone. Sandro made his way to the parking lot, keys in hand, leaning against his car and scrolling through the flood of notifications on his feed.
He was smirking to himself when he heard the knock on the window.
He turned, expecting April.
But it was Alexa.
She stood there with her bag slung over her shoulder, both hands clenched tight on the straps. Her face was serious, but also pink with a faint blush that hadn't faded since earlier.
Sandro blinked, rolled down the window halfway before deciding to get out of the car instead. "Hey, Alexa. Thought you left already."
She shook her head, standing her ground as he stepped around to face her. "No, I… I didn't. There's something I wanted to ask you."
Her voice was firm, but her fingers fidgeted on the straps of her bag. She looked up at him, really looked, with eyes full of something raw and uncertain.
Sandro's heart skipped slightly. He knew.
He knew exactly where this was going.
For weeks now, Alexa had been distant. Not cold, but… guarded. Not flirting like she used to. Avoid being alone with him. He figured she was dealing with her own feelings, and Sandro hadn't pushed.
But now? She was standing in front of him, cheeks flushed, eyes searching.
And it was because of that wink.
He didn't mean to send a message, but he had. Or at least, she thought he had.
"I saw you wink earlier," Alexa said, barely above a whisper. "Was that… I mean, did you mean it?"
Sandro exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. "Alexa… I… honestly? That wink was meant for April. The truth is, I'm in a relationship with her and Nikki, we... we have a polygamous relationship."
She blinked.
A pause.
"Oh."
The silence hung thick between them. Sandro shifted his stance, unsure what else to say. He could lie. Or he could soften it. Or he could say nothing. But he didn't want to mislead her either. At least until he had made up what path he wanted to take.
Meanwhile, Alexa was still processing the information she had just heard from Sandro. The words echoed in her head, "I'm in a relationship with April and Nikki… It's poly."
She'd never expected it. Not from Sandro. Not from April. And definitely not from Nikki. Her breath had caught halfway through her throat when he said it, and even now, standing in the dusky orange of the parking lot lights, her chest felt tight like something had reached in and twisted her heart with slow, deliberate turns.
Poly relationships weren't illegal. In fact, they had been legalized before she was even born. But that didn't mean society welcomed them. It didn't mean people understood them. The heavy regulations surrounding poly relationships, if they were to marry, were very harsh on the men or women who had more than one spouse.
She'd grown up in a household where monogamy was preached like the gospel. Her mother always told her, "When you love someone, they become your world. One person, one heart. That's how love is meant to be."
Her dad wasn't harsh, but he was stern, his disapproval subtle but firm whenever stories of "those kinds of relationships" came up in the news. She could still hear his voice, "They're confused. Or selfish. Or both."
But was Sandro either of those things?
She looked at him now, so sincere, so composed even while laying out something so intimate, so personal. His words hadn't been defensive or proud. They had been honest. Calm. Vulnerable.
And even though her heart felt like it had been sliced with invisible blades, a tiny spark, one that shouldn't have been there, lit up inside her. It whispered, Maybe… maybe there's still a chance.
She hated that thought. But she couldn't kill it.
She was supposed to be repulsed. To walk away, to let the heartbreak wash over her and dry up whatever naive feelings she'd been harboring. But instead, her heart, a young, stubborn, hopeful heart, was still holding onto something. Onto him.
Her brain tried to argue. This isn't what you want. He's with two other women. You're going to get hurt. He doesn't even know how he feels about you.
But her heart whispered back, He didn't say no.
And that was all it took to keep the door open, even if it was just a sliver.
As Alexa stood silently wrestling with herself, Sandro watched her closely. He could see the way her lips parted slightly, how her eyes glazed over, not from tears but from thoughts, spiraling one over the other.
He didn't want to hurt her.
That had never been the plan.
He had never seen this coming, not from her, not from himself. But now, here they were. Standing under the dim glow of the parking lot lights with truth floating between them like a storm cloud waiting to break. Gently, Sandro spoke, voice low, almost tender. "Alexa… I didn't mean for you to find out like this. Not this way." She blinked, her eyes focusing back on him.
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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