Becoming A Wrestler

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"I canceled your flight tickets," Jack said smoothly, looking at the three of them. "Media and paparazzi attention is going to be on you now, Sandro. You won't be able to move through a public airport without causing a scene." Sandro sighed internally. He had anticipated this, but it still felt like another reminder of how different his life had become overnight.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked.

"I've arranged for our private jet to take you back to Tampa this afternoon," Jack continued. "Less hassle, more security, and it keeps you out of the headlines for unnecessary reasons. And also helped the three of you keep your relationship private for now."

Nicole let out a low whistle. "First class treatment, huh?"

April nudged Sandro. "Guess being the heir to Nexum Core has its perks."

Sandro ignored their teasing and simply nodded. "Got it."

Jack checked his watch. "The jet will be ready by three. That gives you all a few more hours before you need to leave."

With that, Jack walked toward his office, leaving Sandro to deal with the aftermath of the conversation.

Taylor closed the photo album and stood. "I'll have Henry bring the car around when it's time."

Sandro nodded and glanced at April and Nicole, who was still clearly enjoying this entire situation more than they should.

"Alright, you two, enough entertainment for today. Let's eat before we head out."

In the afternoon, by the time they arrived at the private airstrip, the jet was waiting for them. Sleek, modern, and as luxurious as expected.

As much as Sandro tried to ignore it, this was his reality. He wasn't just a normal rich wrestler anymore, he was tied to one of the most groundbreaking and fastest rising business empires in the country, which came with certain privileges.

The flight itself was smooth. April and Nicole wasted no time getting comfortable, reclining in their seats as they talked about FCW's upcoming schedule.

"So," April said, glancing at Sandro. "What's the plan for tomorrow? Are you just going to pretend nothing happened?"

Sandro leaned back, exhaling. "I don't know yet."

Nicole raised an eyebrow. "You better figure it out quick. This isn't something that's going to go away."

Sandro knew she was right. This wasn't just a small time rumor, this was the kind of revelation that could change the way people viewed him. Wrestlers, fans, the company itself. He needed to be prepared.

"Dusty and Steve are probably going to want to talk to you the moment you walk in," April pointed out.

Sandro nodded. "Yeah. I'll handle it."

Nicole smirked. "You're good at that."

Sandro rolled his eyes. "You two should be more worried about your own plans instead of mine."

April stretched. "Oh, don't worry, we're ready. The real question is, are you?"

Sandro didn't answer, but as he stared out the window at the clouds below, he knew one thing for sure, he had no choice but to be.

When the jet landed in Tampa, a private car was waiting to take them back to Sandro's apartment. The ride was quiet, but Sandro could feel the weight of everything pressing on him. Tomorrow was the real test.

Arriving at Sandro's apartment, the three of them got out of the car, exhaustion setting in after a long day of travel. The familiarity of home was a welcome relief, but Sandro knew that tomorrow would be anything but normal.

"Finally," Nicole groaned, stretching her arms as they entered. "Feels like we've been traveling forever."

April tossed her bag onto the couch. "Yeah, but at least we didn't have to deal with fans or reporters in the airport. Your dad's private jet was a damn blessing."

Sandro sighed as he kicked off his shoes. "One of the few perks of all this attention, I guess."

At this time, Sandro sat down and pulled out his phone. Sure enough, his inbox was flooded, with messages from FCW talent, WWE officials, even some reporters trying to get a comment. He ignored most of them, instead focusing on a message from Dusty Rhodes.

Dusty: See you at the office tomorrow, kid. We have some things to discuss. It was a big surprise when I and Steve heard it, not expecting the rich background you have to be this rich.

Sandro sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Looks like the real fun starts tomorrow."

April peeked in from the hallway. "You'll be fine."

Nicole nodded. "Just don't let them make you something you're not."

Sandro exhaled and stood up. "I won't."

After that without wasting time, they took turns using the shower. The warm water helped ease Sandro's tension, but his mind remained restless, running through possible scenarios of how tomorrow's meeting at FCW would go. Dusty and Steve would want answers, the locker room would be buzzing, and the internet was already going crazy with speculation.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he grabbed his iPhone and scrolled through the list of food delivery numbers he had. Trying to find something easy, something comforting.

"Pizza sound good?" he called out.

"Hell yeah!" Nicole's voice came from the bedroom.

April peeked out from the hallway. "Get some wings too."

"Fine, but you're paying for those," Sandro joked as he called the number and placed the order.

A little over thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Sandro grabbed the food and set it on the coffee table, opening the boxes to reveal hot, cheesy pizza and a side of buffalo wings. Nicole and April wasted no time digging in, and Sandro followed suit, savoring the moment of normalcy before everything got crazier.

As they ate, they flipped through channels before settling on a movie. Some action flick with explosions, car chases, and a predictable storyline, exactly the kind of mindless entertainment Sandro needed.

April leaned back against the couch, chewing on a slice. "So, what's the game plan for tomorrow?"

Sandro wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Walk in, see what Dusty and Steve have to say, and go from there."

Nicole raised an eyebrow. "That's it? No big speech, no pre-planned response?"

Sandro smirked. "I'll figure it out when I get there."

April chuckled. "Classic."

They spent the rest of the night watching movies and joking around, but eventually, exhaustion won over, and they all turned in for the night.

The next day, Sandro woke up early, his mind still buzzing but his body feeling well rested. He dressed in his usual outfit, casual but clean, before grabbing his duffel bag. Inside was everything he needed for the day, including his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship, which he slung over his shoulder.

Nicole and April were already waiting in the living room, dressed and ready to go.

"Let's get this over with," Sandro muttered as he grabbed his car keys.

The drive to FCW Headquarters was quiet, but the tension was palpable. Nicole and April sat in the back, sensing that Sandro needed space to think.

As they approached the building, a familiar feeling settled in Sandro's chest. FCW had become his battleground, his proving ground. But today, it felt different. Today, he wasn't just Sandro Zhang, the wrestler. He was Sandro Zhang, the heir to the fastest rising corporate empire in the country.

When they pulled up, April and Nicole got out first, walking ahead. They understood that Sandro needed a moment. He sat there for a few seconds, gripping the steering wheel, before exhaling and stepping out of the car.

The moment he walked in, all eyes were on him.

The usual background chatter of the FCW facility halted as wrestlers, trainers, and staff turned their heads. He could feel the weight of their stares, the silent questions running through their minds.

"Holy shit, this guy's a billionaire?"

"I knew he had money, but damn, Nexum Core? Their money was could be said to be unlimited with the investments thru were doing left and right."

"Does this mean he's leaving FCW for good since his background was revealed?"

Sandro ignored the murmurs and kept walking, his FCW Florida Heavyweight Championship still resting on his shoulder. He knew what they were thinking, and honestly, he couldn't blame them. His entire narrative had changed overnight.

Reaching Dusty Rhodes' office, he took a deep breath before knocking.

"Come on in," Dusty's unmistakable voice called out.

Sandro opened the door, stepping inside to find Dusty Rhodes and Steve Keirn waiting for him. Both men were seated, but their expressions spoke volumes, they were as curious as the rest of the FCW people.

Dusty leaned back, crossing his arms. "Well, kid, I'll be damned. You've been working under us this whole time, and we had no idea that you came from that kinda background."

Steve smirked. "We knew you were well off, but this? This is something else."

Sandro shrugged as he took a seat. "Didn't think it was important to be said."

Dusty chuckled. "Son, when your family owns one of the fastest growing business empires in the country currently, it's kinda important to tell us your bosses you know."

Steve nodded. "The boys in the back are talkin', the internet is buzzing, and WWE hadn't shown any sights of sniffing around yet, but we need to talk about how we're gonna handle this."

Sandro exhaled. "I was just going to keep doing what I've been doing. I didn't sign up to be some rich boy character."

Dusty shook his head. "You might not have signed up for it, but it's here now, whether you like it or not. And I gotta say, this could be huge for you."

Steve leaned forward. "Think about it, kid. Your current persona works because of your talent, your skills, and your promos. But let's be real, it's still a little… generic. Now? You've got a chance to create something that sets you apart from every other guy in that locker room."

Dusty nodded. "This ain't just about a heel or a face persona. This is about building a brand. Whether you embrace it as a cocky, entitled rich kid or flip the script and make it about proving that you earned your place despite your background, you control the narrative. But you gotta pick a direction."

Sandro ran a hand through his hair, thinking.

"I don't want to be some snobby, spoiled rich kid heel," he said firmly. "That's just not me. I can't live up to that kind of persona, as I need to like and connect to the persona."

Dusty nodded. "Then make it your own. Flip the expectations. People assume you had everything handed to you? Show them that you fight harder because of it. Do people think you don't belong? Prove them wrong. You can take this and turn it into something special."

Steve grinned. "Hell, you could even blend it. Arrogance, but with merit. Confidence, but with grit. Play up the fact that yeah, you have the money, you have the connections, but when that bell rings? You don't need any of that. You can outfight, outthink, and outwork anyone in that ring."

Sandro sat back, the wheels in his mind turning.

For so long, he had tried to keep his two worlds separate. But now, the walls had collapsed, and he was standing at the intersection of both. Wrestling and business. FCW and Nexum Core.

Maybe it was time to own it, on his terms.

"I'll think about it," Sandro finally said.

Dusty smirked. "You do that. But don't take too long, kid. The world is watching your every movement now." As Sandro left the office, he knew one thing for certain, his story in FCW was about to change forever. And this time, he was going to write it more perfectly.

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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