Becoming A Wrestler

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But there wasn't much time to dwell on it. Sandro's own segment was coming up soon, and he needed to focus. Adjusting his gear, he ran through his promo one last time in his head. Tonight's show was a critical stepping stone toward War Games, and he knew the stakes couldn't be higher.

As the crowd settled down from the intensity of Nicole, Brianna, and Rebecca's segment, the announcers hyped up the next match, a singles bout between Eric Young and Manu. Both competitors entered the arena with enthusiastic reactions, setting the stage for what promised to be a hard-hitting contest.

Eric Young, a veteran of the ring, brought a mix of calculated strategy and unpredictable antics, while Manu, the powerhouse, exuded raw strength and aggression. The audience buzzed with anticipation as the bell rang, signaling the start of the match.

The opening moments saw Eric using his agility to evade Manu's grasp, darting around the ring and frustrating the larger opponent.

Manu, determined to impose his dominance, lunged forward with a powerful clothesline. Eric ducked under it, bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a running dropkick that sent Manu stumbling into the corner.

Seizing the opportunity, Eric charged in, delivering a series of stinging punches to Manu's midsection. Manu retaliated with a thunderous shove, sending Eric sprawling across the mat. The crowd erupted as Manu roared, stalking his opponent and landing a massive elbow drop that seemed to shake the ring.

Manu pulled Eric to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. As Eric rebounded, Manu attempted a back body drop, but Eric countered with a kick to Manu's chest. Wincing from the impact, Manu staggered back. Eric capitalized, leaping onto the middle rope and launching himself off with a flying elbow that connected flush with Manu's jaw.

The crowd cheered as Eric went for an early pin, 1! 2! Manu powered out, shoving Eric halfway across the ring.

The momentum shifted as Manu took control, using his brute strength to dominate the next phase of the match. He caught Eric mid-air during a crossbody attempt, slamming him down with a vicious powerslam.

Manu wasted no time, dragging Eric to the corner and delivering a series of heavy stomps to his chest. The referee intervened, forcing Manu to back off momentarily.

Undeterred, Manu pulled Eric to his feet and hoisted him up for a suplex. Holding Eric in the air for a moment to show off his strength, Manu brought him crashing down with authority. The crowd winced in unison as Manu went for the cover, 1! 2! And Eric managed to kicked out, barely.

Manu's frustration grew as he argued with the referee. This gave Eric a moment to recover, and when Manu turned back, Eric surprised him with a sharp kick to the knee, followed by a quick DDT that planted Manu's head into the mat. Both men were down, and the referee began his count.

By the count of six, both competitors began to stir. Eric used the ropes to pull himself up, while Manu rose to his feet with a snarl. The two met in the center of the ring, exchanging heavy punches to the delight of the roaring crowd. Manu gained the upper hand, delivering a clubbing forearm that sent Eric reeling into the ropes.

Manu charged forward, but Eric countered with a low dropkick to Manu's knee, causing the big man to stumble. Eric sprang to his feet and hit a running neckbreaker, dropping Manu to the mat. Smelling blood in the water, Eric climbed to the middle rope, waiting for Manu to rise. As Manu stood, Eric launched off, connecting with a missile dropkick that sent his opponent crashing into the corner.

Eric dragged Manu to the center of the ring, signaling for his finisher. The crowd erupted as Eric hoisted Manu up, displaying incredible strength for his size, and delivered the Spike Piledriver with pinpoint precision. The impact was brutal, and Eric quickly covered Manu for the pin.

1… 2… 3!

The bell rang, and the referee raised Eric Young's hand in victory. The crowd cheered loudly, appreciating the hard-fought battle. Manu rolled out of the ring, clutching his neck, while Eric celebrated in the center, pointing to the audience in gratitude.

After the match, the titantron lighted up for the fans in the arena and the broadcast transitioned backstage for the fans watching from home, where Sandro was seated in a locker room with Kofi, Taylor, and Sheamus. The four men were engaged in a heated discussion, their voices overlapping as they debated who should fill the final spot on their War Games team.

"Look," Sandro began, his tone calm but firm, "we need someone who's not just tough but smart. War Games isn't just about brute force, it's about strategy."

Sheamus leaned forward, his thick Irish accent cutting through the tension. "I get that fella, but we also need someone who's willing to get their hands dirty. This isn't a regular match. It's war."

Taylor nodded in agreement. "Sheamus is right. We need someone who can handle the chaos. Someone who's not afraid to take risks."

Kofi, sitting back with an air of thoughtful calm, finally chimed in. "True, but we also can't just throw anyone in there. Chemistry matters. We need someone who can mesh with the team, not just fight."

The room fell silent as each man considered the magnitude of the decision. Their thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock on the locker room door. Sandro called out, "Come in."

The door swung open, and Jon Moxley stepped into the room, his presence immediately commanding attention. His unkempt hair and wild eyes were a perfect reflection of his persona, unpredictable and dangerous. Before anyone could ask why he was there, Moxley spoke up, his tone casual but laced with intensity. "I want in. War Games sounds fun."

Taylor blinked, unsure if he was serious. "Wait, what? You're joking, right?"

Moxley's crooked grin didn't waver. "Do I look like I'm joking?" he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "Chaos, blood, and destruction? That's my kind of party."

Before Moxley could do something unpredictable, Tyler, his tag team partner, entered the room. He immediately placed a firm hand on Moxley's shoulder, restraining him with a practiced ease. "Sorry about him," Tyler said, addressing the room. His tone was apologetic but firm. "He's serious. This is just… his way of asking."

The four men in the room exchanged looks, their expressions a mix of skepticism and intrigue. Sandro, the de facto leader, studied Moxley carefully. "If you're serious," Sandro said, his voice measured, "then prove it. War Games isn't just another match. It's brutal, and it's unforgiving. Can you handle being part of a team?"

Moxley's grin widened. "Teamwork, huh? I can play nice when it matters. And trust me, I'm as resilient as they come."

Before Sandro could respond, Tyler chimed in again, his tone more calculated this time. "If you're letting my partner here in, there's one condition. You and Kofi give us a championship match for the tag titles. Whenever we want."

Taylor's eyes widened, his voice rising in protest. "No way. That's ridiculous. Sandro, you don't have to agree to that."

Sheamus crossed his arms, nodding in agreement. "The kid's right. That's a steep price to pay."

Sandro held up a hand, signaling for quiet. His gaze met Kofi's, the two of them exchanging a silent conversation. After a moment, Kofi gave a small nod, his expression unreadable.

Sandro turned back to Tyler and Moxley. "Fine. You have your match. But you'd better deliver at War Games. If you don't pull your weight, that tag title shot won't mean anything."

Tyler laughed, clearly pleased with the outcome. "You won't regret this. Mox here thrives in chaos. You'll see."

Moxley's grin turned feral. "Oh, you'll definitely see. War Games just got a lot more interesting."

As the door closed behind Tyler and Moxley, Taylor shook his head, still incredulous. "I hope you know what you're doing, Sandro."

Sandro leaned back against the wall, a thoughtful look on his face. "I do. Sometimes, you have to take risks to win big. And if there's one thing I know about Moxley, it's that he thrives under pressure. Let's just hope he doesn't implode before the match."

The room fell into a contemplative silence as the four men resumed their preparations. The addition of Moxley to the team added an unpredictable element to the mix, but it also brought a sense of excitement to the fans who were watching.

They also didn't expect that Sandro and Kofi would agree to Tyler's request in exchange for Moxley truly joining the team, several fans felt that the two of them shouldn't accept the deal, while others felt that Sandro and Kofi would come out on top as they were too dominant to lose to Tyler and Moxley.

The crowd's energy simmered as the segment with Sandro, Kofi, Sheamus, and Taylor wrapped up, transitioning seamlessly into the next contest, a triple threat match featuring Nick Nemeth, Johnny Prime, and Byron Saxton.

The anticipation in the air was palpable as the announcers hyped up the stakes, declaring this match a crucial opportunity to showcase why each competitor deserved the spotlight.

Johnny Prime entered first, his youthful energy and charisma winning over the audience. Byron Saxton followed, his calculated demeanor contrasting Prime's exuberance. Last to arrive was Nick Nemeth, whose smug confidence immediately drew loud boos from the crowd. Nemeth basked in the jeers, exuding the arrogance of a man convinced he was destined to win.

The bell rang, and the three competitors circled each other, looking for an opening. Byron struck first, charging at Johnny with a collar-and-elbow tie-up, forcing him into the corner. Nemeth, ever the opportunist, took advantage by blindsiding Byron with a clubbing forearm to the back. The match exploded into chaos as all three men jockeyed for control.

Johnny showcased his athleticism early, leaping over Byron's attempt at a clothesline and rebounding with a springboard crossbody that took Nemeth down. The crowd roared as Johnny followed up with a series of quick strikes to Byron, culminating in a spinning back elbow that sent Byron to the mat. Nemeth, ever cunning, rolled out of the ring to avoid the onslaught, leaving Byron and Johnny to battle inside.

Byron used his strength advantage to overpower Johnny, hoisting him up for a suplex and slamming him down with authority. Wasting no time, Byron locked Johnny into a grounded headlock, attempting to wear him down. The crowd rallied behind Johnny, who fought his way to his feet and broke the hold with a series of elbow strikes to Byron's midsection. Johnny then hit the ropes, building momentum for a running dropkick that staggered Byron.

Nemeth, sensing an opportunity, slid back into the ring and delivered a sneaky chop block to Johnny's leg, cutting off his momentum. With Johnny down, Nemeth turned his attention to Byron, targeting his legs with a methodical series of stomps and holds designed to weaken the bigger man. Byron struggled to shake Nemeth off, but Nick's laser focus kept him in control.

The tide turned when Johnny recovered and landed a spinning heel kick on Nemeth, sending him reeling into the corner. Byron, seizing the moment, hit Johnny with a brutal spinebuster that shook the ring. The crowd erupted as Byron went for the cover, but Nemeth broke up the pin at the count of two, yanking Byron off Johnny and tossing him out of the ring.

Nemeth's opportunism became even more evident as he attempted to pin Johnny, but the resilient competitor kicked out at two. Frustrated, Nemeth berated the referee, giving Johnny enough time to recover and roll him up for a near fall. Nemeth narrowly escaped, but the brief exchange reinvigorated the crowd.

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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