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As the days passed and Monday was approaching, Sandro could feel the energy building, both for the fans and the entire wrestling section of the internet, and then days passed by to Monday for the FCW daily live Monday program, and the arena was jam packed as fans can't wait to watch the semifinals involving Nick and Roode, with Sandro as it's special guest referee.
The opening of the show kicked off with a bang, an FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship defense featuring Sandro taking on Jake Hager.
The crowd was electric, eager to see the reigning champion in action once again. Sandro had carved out a reputation as one of the most exciting wrestlers in FCW, and his willingness to defend his title against all challengers had only increased his credibility.
As for Jake Hager, as a former FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion himself, was no pushover. He had been a dominant force in FCW, once holding the very title now wrapped around Sandro's waist.
His size, strength, and amateur wrestling background made him a dangerous opponent. And if there was one thing he wanted more than anything, it was to reclaim his spot at the top.
The bell rang, and the fight was on.
Sandro and Jake circled each other before locking up in the center of the ring. Jake immediately tried to overpower Sandro, pushing him toward the corner. But Sandro, knowing he couldn't match Jake in pure strength, quickly slipped behind him and attempted a waist lock. Jake responded with a powerful back elbow, sending Sandro stumbling backward.
The two exchanged stiff punches, each blow landing with a satisfying crack that sent waves of excitement through the crowd. Sandro ducked one of Jake's wild swings and countered with a sharp elbow to the face, stunning his larger opponent.
Wasting no time, he followed up with a discus clothesline that sent Jake crashing to the mat. The crowd roared in approval as Sandro pumped them up, pointing to the top turnbuckle.
He had something big in mind.
Sandro climbed to the top rope, balancing himself as the crowd got louder. He took a deep breath and leaped off, attempting a shooting star press!
But Jake moved at the last possible second!
Sandro crashed hard onto the mat, clutching his ribs as Jake rolled away and quickly got to his feet. The crowd groaned in sympathy, knowing how much that impact must've hurt. Jake, sensing an opportunity, picked up Sandro and lifted him high into the air.
Powerbomb!
The force of the slam shook the ring, but Jake wasn't done. He held on, lifted Sandro back up, and delivered another devastating powerbomb! The referee checked on Sandro, who groggily signaled that he was still in the fight.
The match continued with both men throwing everything they had at each other. Sandro connected with a step up enzuigiri, snapping Jake's head to the side. Jake answered back with a gut-wrench German suplex that sent Sandro halfway across the ring.
They traded high impact moves, a dropkick, a standing suplex, a neckbreaker, and even a few near falls that had the crowd on the edge of their seats.
Then came the moment that changed everything.
Sandro, despite the punishment he had taken, found an opening. As Jake tried to lift him for another powerbomb, Sandro slipped behind him, spun him around, and hit his signature Dragon Twist Cutter!
The crowd erupted!
But Sandro wasn't done. He knew he had to put Jake away for good. He climbed to the top rope once more, waiting for Jake to stand, taunting Jake with his own taunts. As soon as Jake was on his feet, albeit unsteady, Sandro launched himself forward and executed his finisher, the Downfall DDT!
Jake's head slammed into the mat with brutal force. The referee dropped down for the count.
One! Two! Three!
The bell rang, and the ring announcer's voice echoed throughout the arena.
"Here is your winner... and STILL the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion... SANDRO ZHANG!"
Sandro got to his knees, breathing heavily, before the referee handed him the championship belt. He clutched it tightly, raising it high above his head as the fans cheered wildly. Even in victory, he knew there was more work to be done.
Because tonight wasn't just about defending his title. It was about making an even bigger impact. After that, several matches and promos ensued, and it was time for the first match of the FCW North American Championship tournament semifinals, featuring Nick Nemeth and Bobby Roode, where Roode chose the stipulation 2 out of 3 falls match confident with his cardio and power.
The tension was at an all time high as Nick made his way into the ring with his entrance music, followed by Roode who also made his way to the ring with his entrance music. Roode carried himself with his usual confidence, while Nick had that cocky smirk on his face that the fans had come to expect.
Then, the special guest referee was introduced. The ring announcer took center stage, his voice booming over the electrified crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the special guest referee for this match, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion, Sandro Zhang!"
As soon as Cult of Personality blared through the speakers, the arena erupted. Fans jumped to their feet, cheering wildly as Sandro walked out, the FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder. Dressed in a custom made referee shirt, he exuded an undeniable presence, carrying himself with the same confidence that had made him one of FCW's top stars.
Sandro made his way down the ramp, slapping a few hands before walking up the steel steps and stepping into the ring. He locked eyes with both competitors, Nick Nemeth, standing with his usual cocky smirk, and Bobby Roode, his demeanor all business. Sandro wasn't there to play favorites, and he made sure both men knew it.
As Sandro handed his championship belt to a ring crew member outside the ring, he turned back and checked on Nick first. Nemeth sneered at him, his voice laced with amusement and warning.
"You better call this fair, Zhang."
Sandro smirked, adjusting his referee shirt before responding.
"Just wrestle the damn match, Nick. No shortcuts, no excuses."
Nick scoffed, shaking his head, while Roode simply cracked his neck, focused and ready. Sandro checked with Roode next, who gave him a confident nod. Satisfied that both competitors were ready, Sandro signaled for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Nick and Roode circled each other, each man assessing the other. The crowd clapped in anticipation as they locked up in the center of the ring. Roode immediately used his strength advantage to push Nick back, forcing him into the ropes. Sandro stepped in, giving a firm count.
"One! Two! Three!"
Roode held his hands up and backed off, but as soon as Nick stepped forward, Roode caught him with a quick headlock takeover, wrenching in the hold.
Nick gritted his teeth, trying to shift his weight. He kicked his legs, adjusting his position before rolling Roode onto his shoulders.
One!
Roode kicked out immediately, keeping the headlock cinched in. He smirked, grinding down on Nick's neck.
Nick, ever the athlete, worked his way back to his feet, driving his elbows into Roode's ribs to break free. As soon as Roode let go, Nick sprinted toward the ropes, rebounding with lightning speed. He ducked under Roode's attempted clothesline and came back with a picture-perfect dropkick that sent Roode stumbling!
The fans cheered as Nick kipped up, showing off his athleticism. Roode, however, wasn't one to stay down for long. He pushed himself up quickly, just in time to eat a leaping DDT from Nick!
One! Two!—Roode kicked out!
Nick stayed on him, stomping Roode's arm and applying a front facelock, keeping his opponent grounded.
Roode adjusted his body and muscled his way up. With a sudden burst of power, he hoisted Nick into the air and hit a vertical suplex, stalling for a moment before slamming him down.
He immediately followed up with a running knee drop to the skull, going for the cover.
One! Two! Kickout!
Roode kept his offense going, grabbing Nick by the arm and locking in a crossface submission. Nick gritted his teeth, refusing to give Roode any satisfaction. He reached for the ropes, his fingers just inches away.
Sandro dropped to the mat, checking if Nick wanted to tap.
"Come on, Nick, you giving up?"
Nick growled through the pain. "Hell no!"
Using his core strength, Nick managed to roll his body, reversing the pressure and forcing Roode to break the hold.
As Roode scrambled to his feet, Nick took the opportunity to roll him up into a small package!
One! Two! Three!
The crowd erupted as Sandro signaled for the first fall!
Winner of the first fall, Nick Nemeth!
Roode sat up, eyes wide with disbelief. He slammed his fists on the mat as Nick rolled out of the ring, smirking. He pointed at his head, signaling that he had outsmarted Roode. Sandro raised one finger, reminding everyone that Nick was just one fall away from victory.
Roode wasted no time. The moment Nick slid back into the ring, Roode pounced, stomping him viciously. Sandro stepped in.
"Back it up, Roode! One! Two!"
Roode backed off for just a second before dragging Nick up by the hair. Sandro warned him again.
"Watch the hair, Bobby."
Roode nodded but immediately hit a spinebuster on Nick! He hooked the leg.
One! Two! Nick kicked out!
Roode didn't let up, lifting Nick for a suplex but transitioning it mid air into a swinging neckbreaker! The impact was brutal, and Roode wasted no time applying a Boston Crab.
Nick howled in pain, gripping his hair. He clawed his way toward the ropes, but Roode yanked him back to the center.
"Ask him!" Roode yelled.
Sandro crouched down. "Nick, do you wanna tap?"
"Not today!" Nick shouted.
With one last desperate push, Nick lunged forward and grabbed the bottom rope!
Sandro immediately called for the break.
"One! Two! Three! Four!"
Roode released the hold but argued with Sandro.
"That was a slow count, Zhang!"
Sandro shook his head. "It was clean. Stay on him, Roode."
Frustrated but determined, Roode pulled Nick up and hit Nick with his finisher Roode Bomb!
One! Two! Three!
Winner of the second fall, Bobby Roode!
The match was tied, and the tension was through the roof. The crowd was on their feet as both men lay on the mat, exhausted.
Both wrestlers struggled to their feet, exchanging blows in the center of the ring. Roode hit a hard forearm, but Nick responded with a stiff superkick right on Roode's jaw!
Roode wobbled but didn't go down. He tried to respond with a clothesline, but Nick ducked and hit a Zig Zag out of nowhere!
One! Two!—Roode got a foot on the rope!
Nick slapped the mat in frustration, then looked at Sandro. "Come on!"
Sandro pointed at the foot. "It was clean, Nick. It was a break, keep the match going!"
Nick dragged Roode up for a second Zig Zag, but Roode countered with a transition, managing to put Roode in a Fujiwara armbar!
Nick yells in agony as Roode cranks up the pressure on his arm, the pain etched across his face. Sandro drops down, watching closely, his voice cutting through the noise of the crowd.
"Nick, do you want to give up?"
"NO!" Nick shouts through gritted teeth, his face contorted in pain.
Roode snarls, tightening his grip. "Give it up, Nick! I'll snap your damn arm if I have to!"
Nick shakes his head furiously, sweat dripping from his brow. The crowd sees this shot for him to tap, clapping and stomping in rhythm, to taunt Nick and break his will, so that he wouldn't be focused on holding on.
Desperation flickers in his eyes, and in a last ditch effort, he tries to swing his free arm down low, attempting a sneaky low blow to Roode. But Sandro who was watching closely on the submission Roode put on Nick, noticed his attempt. "Don't even think about it, Nick!" Sandro warns, his voice sharp and firm. "I catch that, you're disqualified, and Roode wins!"
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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 & 1 FCW Florida Heavyweight Champion