Becoming A Wrestler

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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.

Byron re-entered the fray with a vengeance, leveling both opponents with a double clothesline. He then set his sights on Nemeth, hoisting him up for a devastating powerbomb that left Nick writhing on the mat.

Turning to Johnny, Byron delivered a series of precise strikes before lifting him for his signature move, the Saxtonation. The crowd roared as Johnny's body crashed into the mat, and Byron covered him for the pin.

But just as the referee's hand was about to hit the mat for the third count, Nemeth struck. He yanked Byron off Johnny and delivered a swift Zig Zag, capitalizing on the chaos. The crowd erupted in boos as Nemeth covered Byron, securing the three-count and stealing the victory.

Nemeth wasted no time celebrating. He rolled out of the ring, grinning smugly as he taunted the booing fans. Ignoring the jeers, Nemeth strutted up the ramp, arms raised in triumph, basking in his ill-gotten win. Meanwhile, Byron sat up in the ring, disbelief etched on his face as Johnny looked on, equally frustrated.

As Nemeth disappeared backstage, the camera transitioned to the backstage area, where Stu, Drew, Creed, and FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion Joe were gathered in a hallway. The four men were deep in discussion about their War Games strategy, their expressions serious.

"Moxley joining their team changes things," Drew said, his tone grave. "We need someone who can match his unpredictability."

Joe nodded, his title gleaming under the fluorescent lights. "And someone who can handle the brutality. War Games isn't just about skill; it's about surviving."

Creed folded his arms, his brow furrowed in thought. "We've got strength, skill, and experience covered. What we need is someone cunning, someone who knows how to play the mental game."

At that moment, Stu's gaze drifted down the hallway, landing on Nemeth, who was swaggering toward them, fresh off his victory. A sly smile spread across Stu's face as he gestured toward Nemeth. "What about him?"

The others turned to look, their expressions a mix of skepticism and curiosity. Drew raised an eyebrow. "You're joking, right? He's talented, sure, but he's not exactly a team player."

"Maybe not," Stu admitted, "but he's crafty, and he knows how to win. Besides, with the right motivation, I think he'd be perfect."

Joe considered this for a moment before nodding. "Let's talk to him. Worst case, he says no."

The group approached Nemeth, who looked up from his phone as they neared. His cocky demeanor didn't falter as he smirked at them. "What's up, fellas? Here to congratulate me?"

Stu wasted no time getting to the point. "We want you on our team for War Games."

Nemeth's smirk turned into a laugh. "Thanks, but no thanks. I've got better things to do than play soldier with you guys."

Drew stepped forward, his towering presence intimidating. "You might want to reconsider, Nick. This isn't just any match. It's War Games. You could cement your legacy with a performance like that."

Nemeth shrugged. "Sounds great, but I'm not interested."

Joe's voice cut through the tension, calm but firm. "You're good, Nemeth, but you're not untouchable. This is your chance to prove you belong at the top. Or are you scared you can't hang with the best?"

Nemeth's grin faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of annoyance. "I'm not scared of anything. I just don't see what's in it for me."

Stu's smile returned, more predatory this time. "How about this? You join us, and we make sure you get the spotlight you're always chasing. But if you turn us down, we'll make your life miserable. Your call."

Nemeth's eyes darted between the four men, realizing they weren't going to take no for an answer. With a resigned sigh, he threw up his hands. "Fine. I'm in. But don't expect me to play nice."

Joe clapped him on the shoulder, his smile almost genuine. "We wouldn't have it any other way." As Nemeth walked away, muttering under his breath, the group exchanged satisfied nods. Their team was complete, and the stage was set for an unforgettable War Games.

As the show continued, the buzz from the crowd reflected the mixed emotions about the Empire's team selection for War Games. The fans were vocal, with many booing loudly at the sight of Nemeth aligning with Stu, Drew, Creed, and Joe. To them, it was clear this team lacked unity, trust, and any semblance of camaraderie.

But others, especially online, debated whether this very lack of cohesion might make them unpredictable and, therefore, more dangerous. A team where everyone had their own selfish agenda could spell trouble for Dragon Boom's team, as every member of the Empire's team had something they were willing to fight ruthlessly for.

Backstage, the focus shifted to preparations for the promotional material for the War Games pay-per-view. Dusty, embodying his usual charismatic energy, stood in a production room with Steve, overseeing the logistics for the upcoming promotional shoot.

They had summoned everyone involved in the main event, Dragon Boom's team of Sandro, Kofi, Taylor, Sheamus, and Moxley, as well as the Empire's team of Stu, Drew, Creed, Joe, and Nick.

As the group gathered, the tension shared between the two teams in the ring was replaced with laughs, jokes, and congratulations shared between them as whatever tension they had between each other was just kayfabe.

Sandro stood at the forefront alongside Kofi, Drew, Taylor, and Nick talking with each other while sharing some laughs about some of the botches they had almost done tonight.

Stu on the other hand leaned casually against the wall, exuding a calm confidence stature alongside Sheamus, while Joe adjusted his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. Moxley, meanwhile, paced back and forth, his eyes darting between everyone in the room.

Dusty clapped his hands together to get their attention. "Alright, listen up, folks. We've got some big plans for this War Games promo. This is the match everyone's talkin' about, the one that's gonna sell this pay-per-view. We're shooting the video today, and we'll get the posters done too. You're all the centerpiece of this event, and we want to make sure the world knows it."

The room buzzed with excitement. Even the typically stoic Stu and Joe exchanged a glance, their interest piqued. Amid the chatter, Sandro raised his hand. Dusty, noticing the gesture, nodded toward him. "What's on your mind, kid?"

Sandro cleared his throat. "I understand that the promotional video is going to focus on the War Games match, but will the women also be part of the posters? I mean, Nicole's the Divas Champion, and her rivalry with April has been one of the most talked-about storylines lately. They deserve to be featured too."

Dusty's face lit up with approval, his grin wide. "I like the way you think, Sandro. You're absolutely right. We'll make sure the women are included. Nicole the Divas Champ, her sister Brianna, and Rebecca, her bodyguard, will all be in the posters. And April? No doubt. She's a former inaugural Divas champ, and her new energetic and hug loving partner Davina will be right there with her. They'll all be a part of it."

The room murmured with approval, particularly from Kofi and Taylor, who nodded in agreement. Even Nick, who usually keeps his ideas to himself, gave a rare nod of approval.

Nicole and Brianna, who had been waiting just outside the room, entered at that moment, followed by Rebecca, April, and Davina. The sight of the women immediately shifted the dynamic in the room.

Nicole carried herself with the confidence of a reigning champion, her title slung over her shoulder, while April and Davina exchanged smirks as if silently plotting their next move.

"Nice of you to include us," Nicole quipped, her tone laced with a mix of sarcasm and genuine appreciation.

"Wouldn't be right not to," Dusty replied warmly. "You ladies are just as much a part of this story as the guys."

Steve stepped forward, clipboard in hand. "Alright, here's the plan. We'll start with individual shots for the posters, then group shots of each team. After that, we'll film some promo footage with all of you. We're going for intensity and drama, something that screams War Games. Everyone clear?"

The room erupted in a mix of affirmations and murmured conversations. As the production team began setting up, Sandro found himself standing next to Moxley. The latter was bouncing slightly on his heels, his energy almost manic.

"You good, Mox?" Sandro asked, glancing at him.

Moxley grinned, his expression excited and happiness was mixed into one. "Oh, I'm better than good. War Games? Chaos, destruction, bodies flying everywhere? That's my kind of fun, extreme is the reason why I love wrestling."

Sandro smirked but didn't reply. Instead, he turned his attention to Kofi, who was discussing strategy with Taylor and Sheamus. Meanwhile, across the room, Nick was preening in front of a mirror, adjusting his hair and flashing his trademark grin at his reflection.

"Does he ever stop looking in the mirror? He already does it several times in just 5 minutes," Taylor muttered, nodding toward Nick.

"Not likely, fella. He always does that and all of us here, especially Sandro and Kofi always tease him about it," Sheamus replied with a chuckle.

The first shots were of the two teams, each striking poses that reflected their dynamic. Dragon Boom's team stood united, their chemistry evident even in silence. Sandro stood at the center, flanked by Kofi and Sheamus, with Taylor and Moxley on either side. Their expressions ranged from focused to intense, with Moxley adding an unpredictable edge by staring directly into the camera with a menacing grin.

The Empire's team, on the other hand, was a study in contrasts. Joe stood in the center, his championship gleaming as he exuded confidence. Stu and Drew flanked him, their expressions cold and calculating, while Creed's posture radiated aggression. Nick, ever the showman, smirked at the camera, his pose almost mocking.

When it came time for the group promo, tensions flared as the two teams came face to face. The script called for intense staredowns and trash talk, and neither side had any trouble delivering.

Joe stepped forward, his voice dripping with disdain. "Dragon Boom and his team can bring their teamwork and their so-called unity. It won't matter. At War Games, we're not coming to play fair. We're coming to win."

Kofi stepped up in response, his tone calm but firm. "You can talk about winning all you want, but War Games isn't about individual ambition. It's about who can stand together when everything falls apart. And that's something you'll never understand."

The exchange continued, with each member of the team getting a chance to speak. Moxley stole the show with a line that wasn't even in the script, leaning into the camera and saying with a grin, "War Games? That's just another day at the office for me. Hope you're ready to bleed."

As they were so into their kayfabe persona, the tension reached its peak during the final staredown, with the teams nearly coming to blows before Dusty and Steve stepped in to separate them.

"Save it for the ring, boys," Dusty said with a chuckle, though his tone carried a hint of warning, which woke everyone up including Sandro as they apologized and let out a chuckle that shooting a promotional video almost caused them to trade blows. As the shoot wrapped up, the production crew began packing up their equipment, and the wrestlers started to disperse. But the excitement lingered in the air, a palpable sense of anticipation for the chaos that awaited at War Games.

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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