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Slowly, Sandro steer, the sensation lingering between them. He held April close, their foreheads touching, their eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and profound satisfaction. The outside world, the wrestling drama, the impending war, all of it faded into insignificance in the aftermath of their intense intercourse.
After that, a week passed, moving as fast as it did slow. News of Sandro's bold promo continued to ripple through the wrestling world, both online and backstage.
And now, it was Monday.
Backstage at the FCW arena, the air buzzed with anticipation. The arena lights had begun their soft pre show flicker, producers paced between rooms with headsets in hand, and stagehands scrambled to make last minute preparations.
The official countdown to Forbidden Door had begun, and every match, every segment this week mattered.
Sandro stood near one of the whiteboards where the match rundown was scribbled in dry erase. Dressed in in his ring gear, he looked focused, though his eyes held the calm of someone who had walked through fire before. He glanced down at the two women in front of him.
Charlotte stood tall, dressed in her ring gear, blue and silver with a metallic shimmer that caught the fluorescent lights of the corridor. Her blonde hair was tied back, and though her expression tried to remain composed, her fingers twitched nervously at her sides.
Alexa was beside her, more relaxed than Charlotte, but Sandro could see the tightness in her jaw, the nervous energy just beneath her calm exterior.
"You're both gonna be fine," Sandro said, voice steady. "Dusty and Steve didn't decide for your debut t be together just for the hell of it. They paired you two because they see something in you two together. And tonight, it's your chance to show the world what that is in your debut and what you two individually capable off."
Charlotte looked at him, her voice quiet. "It just feels like a lot. Our debut now felt more heavy as we are together, and the expectations to replace the Bellas. We're not the Bellas, we're not a polished product yet. We haven't even introduced yet."
"You don't have to be the Bellas," Sandro replied firmly. "You just have to be you. Show them your fire, your grit. That's what FCW is built on. This is about heart, not glitz."
Alexa let out a small sigh, finally breaking her silence. "What if we mess up? What if the chemistry's not there?"
Sandro gave a soft smile, almost nostalgic. "Then you roll with it. You adapt. That's what separates good wrestlers from great ones. Don't aim for perfection. Aim for connection. With each other, with the crowd. Make them feel you and what you gave them."
The girls exchanged a glance, and something seemed to shift. The nerves didn't vanish, but they dulled, replaced by a spark of resolve. Sandro stepped closer and offered his hands to both of them.
"You're not in this alone. You've got each other's backs tonight and I've got yours too. Now when you go out there, remember that making people remember your names was your priority in these debut."
Charlotte grinned and bumped fists with him. "Thanks, Sandro."
Alexa nodded with a newfound steadiness. "We won't let you down."
As they jogged off toward the staging area, Sandro leaned against the wall and watched them go. Moments like that reminded him why he loved this world.
Meanwhile the show was already underway.
The opening match roared to life inside the packed arena. The Wyatt Family, Erick Rowan and Luke Harper, accompanied by the eerie, charismatic Bray Wyatt, made their entrance to a haunting, bluesy tune that filled the air like smoke.
The crowd erupted in a mix of awe and discomfort, the eerie glow of Bray's lantern illuminating their faces as they slowly made their way down the ramp.
Inside the ring waited the Puerto Rican Nightmares, Eric Escobar and Primo. Both men were decked out in matching black and red gear, their confidence unshaken by the twisted trio approaching the ring. They bounced on their heels, ready for war.
The bell rang, and chaos unfolded immediately.
Rowan started things off with Escobar, the two heavyweights colliding in a brutal series of shoulder blocks and power moves.
Harper watched from the apron with those wild, cold eyes, while Bray swayed outside the ring, whispering things only he could understand to his followers.
Escobar and Primo fought valiantly, pulling out their high flying arsenal and keeping the bigger men on their toes. At one point, Primo nailed a springboard dropkick that sent Harper sprawling off the apron. The crowd roared, heat growing with every second.
But then the tide shifted.
Harper tagged in and tore through the match with an almost unhinged fury. He bulldozed Primo with a discus lariat so vicious it sent the man flipping backward mid air. Bray clapped slowly at ringside, a smile spreading across his bearded face.
As the referee struggled to maintain control, Bray slipped something to Rowan, some kind of black glove, woven and sinister-looking. The crowd booed as Rowan used it to lock in a suffocating claw hold on Escobar, driving him down to the mat with unnatural force.
With Escobar incapacitated, Harper scaled the ropes and delivered a monstrous diving elbow. The ref dropped for the count.
One. Two. Three.
The bell rang.
The Wyatt Family stood tall in the ring, their strange, violent harmony painting an ominous picture for what the Forbidden Door might bring. Bray raised his lantern high, bathing the arena in its golden glow as the lights dimmed. The message was clear, FCW had monsters of its own like TNA who had Abyss.
After that opening match, two more matches passed by in a blur of lights, chants, and in ring action. Backstage, the energy buzzed with a mix of nerves and adrenaline as the crew prepared for the next moment. And now, it was time.
The arena lights dimmed for a moment before flaring back to life in hues of electric blue and silver. A fresh, upbeat entrance theme hit the speakers, something energetic with a pop rock edge that matched the raw excitement of two rising stars about to step onto the stage for the first time.
The crowd was curious. The music was unfamiliar. But as the curtain parted and two striking figures emerged, the intrigue grew.
Charlotte and Alexa stepped out together, their debut gear shimmering under the spotlight. Charlotte's cape flowed behind her as she raised her arms, confident yet focused, while Alexa twirled once with a playful smirk, blowing a kiss toward the crowd. Their presence was magnetic, even to an audience that didn't yet know their names.
The fans gave a mild cheer, partly from curiosity, partly from the fact that the two newcomers were undeniably beautiful. Some catcalls and whistles rang out, but others started clapping, sensing something special in the air.
Both women entered the ring together, hopping onto the apron before slipping between the ropes. Charlotte climbed the turnbuckle and posed like royalty, graceful and strong. Alexa leaned against the ropes, tongue out in a teasing grin as she winked at a camera.
Backstage, Sandro stood near a monitor, arms crossed, watching like a proud older brother. April stood beside him, chewing on her lower lip, her eyes flicking nervously between the screen and Sandro. "They got this," he said quietly.
Then, the moment shifted.
Tiffany's music hit, sleek, sultry, and soaked in arrogance. She strutted out with a cocky smirk on her face, soaking in the wave of boos that greeted her. Her platinum hair bounced with every step, and she made sure to blow off a fan's attempt at a high five with a haughty glance.
Then came Eve Torres.
A chorus of jeers met her as she walked out with that smooth, smug confidence. Her hips swayed purposefully, her eyes locked on the ring like she was already bored with the idea of having to work tonight. She climbed the stairs slowly, drawing out the moment before flipping over the ropes and joining Tiffany inside.
The referee stepped in between the two teams, checking in with each corner before backing away and signaling for the bell.
Ding ding!
Charlotte and Eve started things off. The two circled each other cautiously, locking up with a traditional collar and elbow tie up. Eve immediately went for the headlock, wrenching it tight and dragging Charlotte down to a knee.
Charlotte fought back, grabbing at Eve's wrists and slipping behind her into a waistlock. Eve tried to elbow out, but Charlotte caught her arm and transitioned into a wristlock, cranking the limb with authority.
Eve winced, trying to roll out of it, but Charlotte stayed on her. A shoulder tackle followed, sending Eve tumbling to the mat. The crowd gave a soft cheer, and Charlotte looked out over them, nodding once before dragging Eve up again.
But Eve wasn't about to be outdone. She raked Charlotte's eyes when the ref's view was obstructed and tagged in Tiffany with a slap to the back.
Tiffany entered with a grin, immediately catching Charlotte with a running clothesline that floored her. She dropped an elbow, followed by a mocking hair flip toward Alexa, who was itching for a tag.
Tiffany dragged Charlotte up and threw her into the corner with force, laying into her with hard knee strikes before backing off and blowing a sarcastic kiss toward the ref.
"Come on, ref!" Sandro muttered at the monitor, frowning.
Charlotte managed to elbow Tiffany in the gut, creating enough space to scramble toward her corner. She lunged, Alexa tagged in.
Alexa sprang over the top rope with athletic grace and ducked a clothesline from Tiffany. She bounced off the ropes and hit a flying forearm, taking Tiffany down. The crowd started to warm up even more now, watching this fiery newcomer take the fight to the more seasoned opponent.
Alexa followed up with a snap DDT, then covered.
One! Two—kickout.
Tiffany rolled to her corner and tagged Eve back in. Eve charged at Alexa, but Alexa countered with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that sent Eve sprawling. Then came the standing moonsault, Alexa landed perfectly, the impact driving the air out of Eve's lungs.
Alexa dragged Eve toward her corner and tagged Charlotte back in. The two performed a quick tandem move, Alexa whipped Eve into Charlotte, who caught her in a spinning backbreaker.
Charlotte covered.
One! Two! Tiffany broke it up.
That led to chaos.
Alexa flew into the ring, attacking Tiffany with a series of punches that forced the blonde heel to retreat back toward the apron. The ref struggled to regain order as Charlotte and Eve rolled around trading blows.
Eventually, the match settled again. Eve took control with a cheap knee to the midsection and a neckbreaker. She tagged in Tiffany, and the heels began working Charlotte over with quick tags, isolating her from Alexa.
Charlotte absorbed punishment, elbows, suplexes, corner chokes. But she kept kicking out. She kept fighting. And when the moment came, she ducked a clothesline from Tiffany and landed a hard chop to the chest, then another. Woooooo! The crowd echoed the familiar cry.
Charlotte spun Tiffany around and dropped her with a neckbreaker, then crawled… inch by inch… toward her corner.
Alexa reached out, hand extended.
Charlotte dove and tag!
Alexa exploded off the ropes.
She dropkicked Tiffany, then knocked Eve off the apron with a running forearm. Tiffany tried to fight back, but Alexa landed a hard forearm smash, followed by a sunset flip bomb that got the crowd to its feet.
She climbed the top rope, pointing to the sky.
Twisted Bliss.
She soared through the air in a perfect spiral moonsault, landing with precision.
But before the ref could count, Eve yanked her out of the ring by her leg.
Charlotte was there. She speared Eve on the outside, sending them both crashing into the barricade. The crowd popped, and Charlotte pushed herself back into the ring.
Alexa was still legal. Tiffany tries to stand up to her feet, but failed as she landed on one knees.
Charlotte rushed in, bounced off the ropes,
Natural Selection!
The forward somersault cutter landed flush.
Alexa, still legal, hooked the leg.
One! Two! Three!
The bell rang, and the crowd erupted in cheers. It wasn't a deafening pop, but it was strong. Stronger than expected for two women making their debut. Charlotte sat up, chest heaving, and looked over at Alexa, who was already on her knees, hands on her head in disbelief. The two women shared a look relief, pride, joy. Then they hugged, right there in the middle of the ring, as their music played.
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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